coobybook Chapter 121
Chapter 121
Chapter 121: Lenal’s Provocation! Chen Ting was fouled!!
I thought that this was the end of the matter, but when Chen Ting was about to turn around, Lenal took the initiative to come up.
“Yellow-skinned boy, I know you’re powerful, but today is my home turf!”
“Hmph! Keep your eyes open, don’t know when your leg is kicked off. ”
Hearing the other party’s words, Chen Ting’s eyes became cold.
“Are you threatening me?”
Lennar sneered: “Let’s see, in the home stadium of Strasbourg, you can’t take advantage.” ”
With that, Lenard turned away arrogantly.
Montpellier’s players also stepped onto the pitch in turn.
The cheers in the stands also increased by one degree, and countless people shouted Chen Ting’s name.
This made Lenard’s gaze towards Chen Ting even more grim, full of jealousy.
“Toot!”
With the referee’s whistle, the game officially began.
Alfred remained in the 442 formation, while Strasbourg on the opposite side put out the more aggressive 433 formation.
Seeing the formation of Strasbourg, Huang Zixiang in the Dragon Kingdom studio was full of doubts.
“Dahong, can you understand this operation in Strasbourg?”
“Against a significantly stronger Montpellier, shouldn’t they focus on defense?
“But the formation of 433 told me that they did not intend to do this”
Liu Dahong lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and spoke: “You are right, but since the head coach of Strasbourg has discharged this lineup, there must be a reason.” ”
“Either they knew that they couldn’t win, so they simply let go and kicked, or they thought of a way to restrict Chen Ting.”
“In fact, as long as Chen Ting’s play is restricted, the strength of Strasbourg and Montpellier is not much different.”
Huang Zixiang nodded: “Then let’s continue to see!” ”
On the field, as soon as the game began, Strasbourg showed its intentions.
Two tall and strong players came to Chen Ting’s side and stared at him maliciously.
In the sixth minute of the game, Chen Ting received a 45-degree diagonal ball from midfielder Van den Baumann.
Just as he was about to break through with the ball, Porsbourg midfielder Grim suddenly rushed over.
Directly shoveled Chen Ting to the ground.
There were exclamations from the stands, and Montpellier fans were furious.
“What the hell! Is this kicking a ball or kicking someone? ”
“This is obviously going to people, a proper red card!”
“Waterfack! Yellow? Referee, are you blind? ”
Seeing the yellow card raised by the referee, the Montpellier players rushed forward.
“Referee! Did you see clearly? He obviously kicked Chen Ting’s leg! ”
“If you don’t give a red card, what else do you need a red card for?”
“I have to remind you again, this is a football game, not a sanda game!”
The referee looked serious and explained in a deep voice, saying that Grim’s foot touched the football first.
The Montpellier players were angry in their hearts and wanted to continue the theory, but were stopped by Chen Ting.
The corner of Chen Ting’s mouth smiled slightly, and he looked at Lenar, who was gloating: “It’s okay, continue the game!” ”
Milo and Van den Baumann looked at each other and ran towards the Strasbourg penalty area.
Although the referee did not show the fouling player a red card, Montpellier’s free-kick could not be run away in any way.
Chen Ting stood on the penalty spot and took a few steps back.
Seeing his move, the Strasbourg players laughed.
“Look at that action, there is still a look, you don’t plan to shoot directly, right?”
Lenard snorted coldly: “Direct shot? I admit he shot from distance, but that position is close to 50 metres from goal and it definitely can’t be scored. ”
“Even if he can kick the ball within range of the goal frame, he will no longer have the strength and will definitely be easily held by Okizia.”
Another Strasbourg player nodded heavily and agreed with Lenard.
Unlike the attitude of the Strasbourg players, the eyes of the Montpellier players are full of expectation.
Chen Ting’s previous performance had already made them have a blind trust.
Not to mention fifty meters, even if Chen Ting wants to shoot accidentally at sixty meters, they will believe it.
On the sidelines, in the Montpellier dugout, Alfred licked his lips excitedly and clenched his fists together.
He turned his head and looked at the assistant coach next to him: “If this ball goes in, it should be Chen Ting’s longest-range shot, right?” ”
The assistant coach nodded: “That’s right, it’s the farthest distance he has in Ligue 1, I heard that he played a 50-meter long-range shot in the Pau team, but I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.” ”
Long Guo, in the studio of the sports channel, Huang Zixiang stood up excitedly.
“Fifty meters away from the goal, Chen Ting is running! Is he going to knock on the door? ”
“The exciting moment came, and judging by the reaction of the Strasbourg players, they did not pay attention to this shot from Chen Ting.”
Liu Dahong said with a smile: “I can understand their reaction, any team will have a certain contempt for Chen Ting before playing against him.” ”
“Only after the game will they understand that any contempt for Chen Ting is fatal.”
Chen Ting looked at the goal in the distance, took two steps forward, leaned his body to the left, and slammed his right leg out.
“Boom!”
Just listening to a loud sound, the football flew towards the goal at a very fast speed like a cannonball.
“What!” Lenard exclaimed in disbelief: “Is he crazy? Do you really want to shoot? ”
Immediately afterwards, the players of Strasbourg all took action.
Staring at people, fighting for the top, goalkeeper Okeiga also stared closely at the football in the air.
The football crosses eight or nine players on both sides, enters the penalty area and falls at great speed, in a ghostly arc, straight to the dead corner of the goal.
Goalkeeper Okeja opened his mouth slightly, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and then jumped up.
The left hand stretched to the limit, but still did not touch the football.
The football sneaked into the net, still spinning and not falling.
Lennar, who was outside the penalty area, recalled what he said before, and his face was hot and painful.
In the stands, not only the fans of Strasbourg, but also the fans of Montpellier were stunned.
“This… Really in? ”
“Waterfack! Crazy goals! Chen Ting is too powerful!
“As always, super high quality long shot!”
Alfrey punched out his forehead and jumped up excitedly.
“In! In! Chen Ting set a new record! The longest shot of the season! ”
The assistant coach behind him swallowed his saliva and reminded: “Boss, it’s not just this goal, now the first to fifth shots from distance are all Chen Ting’s goals.” ”
Alfred froze, and the next second, muttered, “That’s right, it’s too powerful…”