NovelTags Chapter 130
Chapter 130
Chapter 130 Long-range Shot Achievement! Chen Ting kills the Grand Paris!!
Liu Dahong’s expression was shocked, and he shook his head incredulously, and slowed down for two seconds before speaking.
“Artistically extraordinary, Chen Ting’s performance is too wonderful.”
“After this battle, Thiago’s value will be reduced.”
“But actually, it’s not that Thiago’s strength is weak, it’s just that Chen Ting’s strength is too strong!”
“If you change to other defenders, you may not react.”
“It was Thiago’s consciousness that was strong enough to judge Chen Ting’s intention for the first time, and his body reacted, but who knows, it was Chen Ting’s fake action.”
The Dragon Kingdom fans in the comment area were excited, and the barrage flew up.
“Chen Ting666!”
“Can pass and shoot and pass people, is it so awesome?”
“The best shot, the best assist, and the best pass in Ligue 1 all belong to Chen Ting, right?”
“Ma Ya, it’s terrifying! What kind of Ligue 1 overlord is Grand Paris? Chen Ting is! ”
At the Moisang Stadium, Milo and Chen Ting hugged each other after the goal, and he was so excited that he couldn’t control himself.
“Chen! Thank you! I’m so happy! ”
“That passing man of yours stunned me and almost missed your pass.”
Chen Ting smiled slightly: “Don’t worry, the ball I passed will not let you miss it.” ”
“Hahaha” Milo was laughing because Chen Ting was talking, but when he thought about it, his face changed.
In the previous seven or eight games, Chen Ting’s straight ball never seemed to have made a mistake.
Even in the face of dense defense, Chen Ting can accurately deliver the ball to the feet of his teammates.
Thinking of this, Milo gasped and felt more and more that Chen Ting in front of him was unfathomable.
In front of the Grand Paris, Thiago got up from the ground with the help of his teammates, looking a little stunned.
He never imagined that he would one day be shaken to the ground.
If it was Mero, he could barely accept it, but the other party was just a seventeen-year-old young general!
Thiago, who was unacceptable, shook his head vigorously, wanting to shake out all the negative emotions inside.
He’s a professional and knows the game has to go on.
After falling behind again, Ibrahimovic returned to his own half, raised his fists and shouted encouragement to his teammates.
Under his leadership, the players of Grand Paris quickly rekindled their fighting spirit.
The more difficult the situation, the more obvious the role of the leader.
Ibrahimovic is a typical leader.
“Toot!”
The referee blew the whistle, and the fierce scramble was carried out.
Like the players on the pitch, the Grand Paris fans picked themselves up again, shouting loudly to cheer for the team.
Montpellier fans are naturally not to be outdone.
When the game reached the eighty-fifth minute, the numbers on the scoreboard changed again.
It was an opportunity to attack for a big Paris.
Goalkeeper Duchez sent a goal and drove to the half of Montpellier.
Edinson Cavani on the right flanks the ball at his feet and forces the line before crossing with his foot.
The football fell in front of the goal, and six or seven players from both sides jumped at the same time to compete for the top, and Ibrahimovic, who is 1.95 meters tall, grabbed the first landing point.
“Boom!”
A dull sound came out, and the football smashed on Ibrahimovic’s head and flew towards the goal.
The ball was too close, only three or four meters.
The speed is also extremely fast, leaving the goalkeeper Pierre with very little time to react.
By the time Pierre reached out, it was too late.
The ball went in.
The number on the scoreboard became 2:2.
Paris equalised again.
“Ooooo
“Yayy
The Grand Parisian fans cheered excitedly, and the loud shouts caused the stands to tremble slightly.
Grand Paris coach Blanco raised his fists and shook his body to the rhythm of the fans’ shouts.
Montpellier fans still sang the anthem in support of the players and were not affected much.
Alfred sat in the coach’s dugout, one hand propped up on his chin, silently thinking about something.
“Boss, the score has been equalized again, do you want to change?”
‘Now it’s acceptable to change a few defenders and hold the score and win a draw.’
Alfred got up from his chair, a smile on his lips that everything was under control.
“Don’t be nervous, have you forgotten something?”
“Forgot something…” the assistant coach frowned, “Boss, I don’t understand what it means.” ”
Alfred’s gaze moved with Chen Ting on the field, and he slowly spoke: “Chen Ting has not scored a goal in this game.” ”
The assistant coach patted his head and said happily: “Yes! He scores from distance every game! ”
“But there is no long-range shot so far today, is it… Is he going to have a final showdown? ”
Alfred nodded: “Very likely!” ”
On the field, time kept running out and regular game time ended quickly.
The fourth official on the sidelines raised an electronic display board and was injured for three minutes of stoppage time.
Chen Ting took a deep breath, looked at Van den Bowman and Minogue, and nodded slightly.
Everyone knows that Chen Ting is about to start performing.
Just pass the ball to him to be able to kill the game and win over Grand Paris!
Previously, they also did not believe that Chen Ting could have a 100% long-range goal rate.
But after a game, they have to believe if they don’t believe it.
Milo pulled his position back and came to midfield to assist in the defense.
He no longer pursues shooting, only hoping to steal the ball and pass it to Chen Ting.
In the second minute of stoppage time, Paris’ Edinson Cavani burst in with the ball, pulled out the void and wanted to cross to Ibrahimovic.
Just then, Milo suddenly accelerated and stopped the ball at his feet.
Montpellier’s counteroffensive began!
Everyone knew it could be the last shot of the game, and they left their positions and ran towards the Paris goal.
Miró did not get big after dribbling the ball into the Paris half, and directly got up and transferred the ball to the left.
It’s a high-flying ball and it’s fast.
Facing the defense of several players, Chen Ting had only one choice, that is, to shoot directly without stopping the ball.
Chen Ting’s body tilted slightly to the left, his right leg swung back sharply, and when the football fell in front of him, it slammed out.
“Boom!” A dull sound.
The football is like a cannonball, whizzing towards the goal.
Everyone stopped at this moment, their eyes glued to the football in the air.
Grand Paris goalkeeper Duchez exhaled softly and cheered up the spirit of twelve.
When the ball reached the goal, Duchez flew out, his right arm extended to the limit, covering most of the area in the upper right corner of the goal.
He didn’t touch the football.
The ball flew towards the small area he couldn’t cover, grazing the crossbar and swooping into the goal.
The effective whistle of the goal sounded, and the numbers on the scoreboard slowly changed until it finally became 3:2.
After a short silence, the stands erupted in a sea of cheers.
“We won! Montpellier won! ”