Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

If this were placed in another time and space, many viewers would definitely say: Isn't this Cristiano Ronaldo's celebration?

But in this particular time and place—no, Cristiano Ronaldo didn't make this move until 2013.

In this time and space, this belongs to arrogance.

This will be his signature move.

"That celebration!" Dugarry laughed in the broadcast booth. "So cool! He pointed to his back—look at my name! Look at my number!"

The broadcast camera gave Zhang Kuang an extremely long close-up.

He stood near the corner flag, his white number 33 jersey gleaming in the sunlight. His profile was perfectly outlined by the light and shadow, his lips were upturned, and his eyes held an almost arrogant confidence.

That's not showing off, that's declaring.

I am coming.

The entire stadium was chanting his name.

"Zhang! Zhang! Zhang!"

In the stands, several elderly Auxerre fans huddled together, shaking their heads and muttering, "How long has it been since we've had a striker like that? How long?"

Bruno's head coach, Güljo, stood on the sidelines with his hands on his hips, looking as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, turning to the assistant coach, "Where did this Chinese guy come from? Why didn't our scouts spot him?"

The teaching assistant shrugged, speechless.

Fernandez stood on the sidelines, and finally, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

But he quickly regained his poker face and shouted to the field, "Don't let go! Continue!"

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31 minutes.

Zhang received the ball at the edge of the penalty area and passed it across to Yellen. Yellen took a long-range shot from the edge of the box; the ball curved and hit the left post before bouncing back.

Yellen held her head in her hands, her face filled with disbelief.

Zhang Kuang walked over and patted him on the back: "You'll get in next time."

Yellen glanced at him, nodded, and said nothing.

38 minutes.

Pedretti chipped a pass into the penalty area, and Yellen beat the offside trap, finding himself one-on-one with Fabri. He opted to shoot towards the far corner, but the ball grazed the post and rolled out of play.

Yellen knelt on the ground and buried her face in the grass.

Zhang Kuang walked over and pulled him up, saying, "Don't kneel, the competition isn't over yet."

43 minutes.

Pedroti received the ball in midfield, and the defenders in Bruno dared not press him too closely. He glanced up and saw Zhang Kuang lurking near the edge of the penalty area, surrounded by Buryon and Pedro, who dared not give him any space.

Pedretti did not pass the ball on the ground.

He delivered a lobbed pass.

The ball soared high, over the heads of the entire Bruns defense, and landed at the edge of the penalty area—not inside the penalty area, but at the edge of the arc.

Zhang Kuang spotted the landing point and rushed over to block his position. Buriyong tried desperately to push him from behind, but he couldn't budge him at all.

The moment the ball hit the ground, Zhang Kuang did not stop it.

Right foot in the instep, airborne.

"Bang—!"

The sound of that shot was like a muffled thunderclap, audible throughout the entire stadium.

The ball had almost no spin, flying straight towards the top right corner of the goal. Fabri didn't react at all—no, he made a save, but only after the ball was already in the net.

2: 0.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! Oh my god—!" Bart's voice exploded in the broadcast booth, "What kind of shot is that! It's a volley! A world-class goal! An impeccable world-class goal!"

After landing arrogantly, he made that celebratory gesture again.

"Siu————!"

This time, the nearby fans joined in the chanting.

Dugarry received the data in the broadcast booth: "The shot speed was 119 kilometers per hour! From the moment the ball flew to his foot to the moment of the shot, there was no pause, no adjustment, just one touch! To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of technique in Ligue 1 for a long time."

Butt added, "And he's only 18. In his first professional game, he scored twice in the first half. One header, one volley. Two goals, two styles."

"Yellen hit the post in the 37th minute, and went wide of a one-on-one chance in the 40th minute—but none of that matters anymore," Dugarry said. "The important thing is that Auxerre finally has someone who can solve problems in the penalty area."

Fernandez gave his assistant coach a big hug. He was happy, arrogant, and a super finisher. He had signed the right person.

Meanwhile, in the stadium's VIP box, Alain Dujon, the miserly president of Auxerre, couldn't stop smiling. He never expected that Auxerre would get such a big bargain. Now the stadium's GG fee is going to go up, and maybe they can even win the championship this year.

Meanwhile, Bruno's head coach, Güljo, slammed his water bottle onto the ground, splashing water everywhere, and then he started cursing again.

After one minute of added time in the first half, the referee blew the whistle. 2-0.

The home team Auxerre players were extremely excited and swarmed around Zhang Kuang. Some rubbed his head, some put their arms around his shoulders, some patted his buttocks, and some even pinched his inner thighs.

Then some people directly pulled out the dragon pole.

In the locker room.

Fernandez closed the door and turned to look at the players.

He didn't speak immediately. Instead, he picked up a bottle of water from the table, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then calmly said something that made everyone uneasy:

"Very good, everyone did a great job in the first half. Keep it up and try to get Zhang to score a hat trick, then he can treat you to dinner."

The players paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Stefanie Sun couldn't help but laugh, and quickly coughed twice to pretend to be serious.

"You played very well in the first half," Fernandez said, walking to the tactics board. "But Bruns will definitely change their formation in the second half. They'll drop their defensive midfielders back and strengthen their marking of Zhang. Pedretti, you need to be quicker with your passing."

Pedretti nodded.

"Zhang, they might use two or even three players to defend you in the second half. Don't try to force it, pass the ball out and stretch their defense."

Zhang Kuang wiped the sweat from his face and nodded.

Fernandez looked at everyone: "2-0 is a dangerous score. You all know that it's easy for you to get distracted. The defenders want to hold on, and the attackers want to extend their lead, which makes it easy for the opponent to seize opportunities."

In the second half, control the tempo first, don't rush the attack. If they haven't scored by the 75th minute, they'll collapse, and then we can extend our lead.

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The second half begins.

布伦果然变阵了。居约换下了一个前锋，换上一个防守型中场，阵型从4-4-2变成了4-5-1。三中场平行站位，目的就是绞杀佩德雷蒂的出球线路。

From the 50th to the 65th minute, the game became a stalemate.

Auxerre's possession dropped to just over 40%, and Zhang Guo's frequency of receiving the ball in the attacking third decreased significantly. Whenever he received the ball, he was marked closely by at least two players, with a third providing cover from behind.

Zhang Kuang didn't resort to force.

He passed the ball to Olic and Birsa on the flanks, while continuing to make runs and stretch the defense. Bruno's entire backline passively followed his movements, gradually creating gaps in their defense.

In the 67th minute, Auxerre won a corner kick on the right.

Birsa walked to the corner flag and placed the ball. He glanced up at the penalty area—Zhang Kuang was strolling around near the edge of the penalty area, looking like he was just taking a walk.

Birsa raised his right hand and made a gesture that only his teammates knew.

He took a run-up and curled a shot with the inside of his right foot, the ball flying towards the penalty spot—but his arrogance was still out there.

"Bielsa's corner kick is delivered to the center of the penalty area... Wait, Zhang Kuang is moving!"

The exuberant stroll came to an abrupt end.

He pushed off with his right foot, launching himself forward from a point just outside the penalty area line, like a cannonball being fired.

He's too fast.

Pedro, who was watching him, was too fast to react or even reach out to pull him away.

The moment he charged wildly into the penalty area, the ball was at its highest point. He pushed off with his legs again, launching himself into the air.

In mid-air, his body was sideways to the goal, his core strength drawing his body into a bow. The instant the ball flew over his head, he snapped his neck back—

The lion shakes its head.

The ball was smashed into the top left corner, a dead end.

Fabri dove to make the save, but the angle was too tricky and the ball was too fast. He could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past his hand and hit the inside of the net.

3: 0.

"A hat-trick!" Barthe's voice was hoarse. "A hat-trick! His professional debut, a hat-trick! I've been commentating in Ligue 1 for fifteen years, and I've never seen a debut like this!"

"Siu————!"

This flamboyant celebration was the third time it took place on the field.