I'm 198cm tall. Are you giving me a Maradona template?

Chapter 37 Xiaobei's Physical Fitness

Chapter 37 Xiaobei's Physical Fitness
"oh!!"

Even the audience in front of the TV could clearly hear the exclamations coming from the Stade Louis II.

"The ball goes in! The ball goes in! Sunshine! Sunshine hat trick!"

The commentator on TV also sounded amazed.

TV replay explains everything.

Filmed with a high-definition camera.

After the confrontation with Thiago Silva, Yang almost stopped in the air, and his body was even in the process of falling.

And at this moment.

People could see the veins bulging in his neck.

With the support of the core strength of the waist and abdomen.

He performed an incredible move and blasted the ball into the goal.

"Secure the victory! Secure the victory! Sunshine hat trick!"

"Incredible header! Oh wow! The power of this Chinese man is terrifying!"

The Paris commentator was somewhat helpless: "Thiago's defense was successful, but"

The football flew into the goal.

After Yangguang landed, he fell to the ground entangled with Thiago Silva. He supported the ground with his hands when he landed, otherwise, his body weighing nearly 100 kilograms would press on Thiago Silva, and the Brazilian would most likely be injured.

Sunshine jumped up and ran off to celebrate.

Thiago Silva sat up from the ground.

He looked at Yangguang's back and couldn't help but sigh.

The disadvantages in height and weight are sometimes just unsolvable.

This is not something that can be compensated by experience and technology.

Ibrahimovic's eyes were always on the sun.

no doubt.

This kid is the brightest star in this game.

He is the top star in French Ligue 1, but his brilliance was completely overshadowed by this kid today.

He recalled Yangguang's three goals and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

"This guy is kind of scary."

The Swede muttered in a low voice.

"Yes."

Di Maria on the side took over the conversation, which scared Ibrahimovic.

"Why are you so silent?"

“I’m underweight.”

Courtside.

Yalding raised his arms and shouted.

Blanco, who was not far away, held his head in his hands, a look of disbelief on his face.

Once this ball went in, the game was basically over.

Monaco will have to win this crucial battle at home.

Blanco returned to the coaching booth.

He turned his head to look at Yalding who was hugging and celebrating with his assistants, and couldn't help but spit.

"Fuck, I got screwed!"

Blanco felt a pang of pain in his liver when he thought about how he had seriously planned how to defend against Suns headers before the game.

He has reason to believe
The reason why Sunshine did not expose his other abilities in the first few games.

Just waiting here.

This is a conspiracy.

A conspiracy specifically targeting Paris Saint-Germain.

“I am now looking forward to the match at our home stadium!”

Blanco said viciously.

"This Qiuyang jumps really high!"

Omar in the commentary booth exclaimed.

"He beat Thiago Silva and sealed the win for Monaco. There was not much time left in the game and in the next few minutes, it would be difficult for Paris Saint-Germain to score two goals anyway."

These words made many Paris fans in front of the TV grind their teeth.

But they also know it.

Omar is right.

Even Omar, a famous player of Paris Saint-Germain, was biased towards Paris in this game.

But at this time, Paris fans felt that Omar's words were helping Monaco's ambitions and destroying their own prestige.

For a moment, I was so angry that my teeth were itching.

"If Monaco wins this game, they will climb to second place in the standings, just one point behind Paris Saint-Germain. Monaco has been in excellent form in recent rounds. If their center forward Yang can maintain this goal efficiency, they may even have a chance to compete with Paris for the league title this season."

The words haven't finished yet.

There are countless Paris fans in front of the TV saying viciously:
"dream!"

"YANG! YANG!"

In the stands.

Monaco fans were shouting Sunshine's name. Sunshine was surrounded by his teammates, and everyone was waving their fists towards the stands, making the atmosphere in the stadium even more enthusiastic.

The cheers continued until the game resumed.

As soon as the sun touches the ball.

The roof of the Stade Louis II was almost blown off by the cheers.

"I love him so much!"

"He's so strong!"

"YANG! YANG! OOOEEEA!!"

"He's going to come into my dreams tonight!"

In the stands, countless female fans were dazzled by the sunlight shining on the stadium.

In the end, Monaco defeated Paris Saint-Germain 3-1 at their home ground.

Climbed to second place in the standings.

Just one point behind Paris Saint-Germain, who are at the top of the standings.

5 points ahead of Lyon.

As the buzzer sounded at the end of the game.

The system's voice also sounded in Yangguang's mind.

[The game is over, the score is: S]

[Congratulations on winning: Paris Saint-Germain. S-level treasure chest]

If he scored a hat trick against Paris, would it still be an S-level rating?
Sunshine frowned slightly.

He saw Thiago Silva not far away.

He walked over: "Hey, Tiago!"

Thiago Silva raised his head.

"Can we exchange jerseys?"

Sunshine said.

He took the initiative to find Thiago Silva to exchange jerseys, of course, based on his recognition of Thiago Silva's strength.

The other person was seventeen centimeters shorter than him.

But he was able to defend him repeatedly.

This made Yangguang admire him greatly.

He is worthy of being considered one of the best central defenders in the world and the captain of both Brazil and Paris.

Thiago Silva was in a bad mood after losing the game.

However, facing Yangguang, he was still very graceful. He took off his jersey and handed it to Yangguang.

The two exchanged jerseys and hugged each other.

"Honestly, you caught us off guard."

Thiago Silva said.

"This is our strategy." Yangguang smiled.

Thiago Silva smiled bitterly.

The opponent had been preparing for this game in the previous few games.

Paris Saint-Germain’s loss was not unfair.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and it should have ended.

But Thiago Silva suddenly said: "Are you interested in coming to Paris, young man?"

"what?"

Yangguang was stunned for a moment.

Then he shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not leaving here now."

Thiago Silva nodded. He understood what Yangguang meant. He simply felt that Ligue 1 was too small. Even if he left Monaco, he would not choose a Ligue 1 team.

Thiago Silva, the captain of Paris, smiled and patted Yangguang on the shoulder: "Good luck to you."

"Thank you."

Sunshine said.

Turned around and thanked the fans.

On the way to the sidelines.

His attention was focused on the [Paris Saint-Germain S-level treasure chest].

George Weah.

Ronaldinho.

Luis Fernandez.

Beckham.

Ibrahimovic.

And so on, emitting a faint light above.