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

In the 14th minute, Saint-Étienne launched a sharp counter-attack, reaching the edge of Auxerre's penalty area. Unfortunately, their striker Gonzalo Behçi was slightly distracted. When he looked up at the goal, he suddenly saw a sexy and alluring woman in the stands behind the goal pulling off her clothes as he prepared to shoot, causing Gonzalo Behçi to have a nosebleed.

Therefore, Auxerre's Malian international Adama Coulibaly seized the opportunity to intercept Gonzalo's ball and then passed it across to captain Pedretti. After receiving the ball, Pedretti did not rush to pass it forward, but instead took two steps to the side before handing the ball to Zhang Kuang, who had dropped back to receive it.

Arrogantly receiving the ball with his back to goal, Saint-Étienne's defensive midfielder Matuidi closed in from behind—one of the best defensive midfielders in Ligue 1, who later became the core of the French national team. However, he was only 24 years old at the time and was not yet a world-class defensive midfielder, but he had already begun to show his talent and potential.

Matuidi's defensive style is the "you can't shake me off" type—his anticipation is extremely accurate, and he can always block your receiving lines in advance.

This time, he anticipated that Zhang Kuang would pass the ball back, so he moved a step to Zhang Kuang's left in advance.

However, Zhang Kuang anticipated his prediction and did not send a reply.

He flicked the ball sideways with his right foot and turned sharply—only to be met by a center-back coming to double-team him.

Zhang Kuang didn't wait for them to surround him; he took a shot from 28 meters away from the goal.

"Bang—!!"

The sound of that shot made the fans in the front row of the stands involuntarily shrink back.

The ball whistled past Matuidi's ear, curving inwards and bypassing Saint-Étienne goalkeeper Jano's fingertips—Jano guessed the direction correctly and made a save, but the angle of the ball was too tricky and the speed too fast; by the time he reached it, the ball had already flown into the net.

1: 0.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Jean-Christophe Barthes roared excitedly. The main reason was that the goal was so spectacular; such a powerful long-range shot could definitely raise one's blood pressure.

"Goal! Goal! Goal! A world-class goal! Zhang Kuang! It's Zhang Kuang again!" In the studio, Liu Jianhong's voice had gone out of control. "A powerful shot from nearly thirty meters out! A world-class goal! Three consecutive goals! This is Zhang Kuang's sixth league goal—no, including the three goals in the French Cup, it's his ninth goal—"

Four games, nine goals. Liu Jianhong only managed a few words before being forced to quickly change his tune and add new data.

"Do you know what this means?" Xu Yang chimed in, as if afraid he'd feel uncomfortable keeping it to himself, "Nearly three goals per game. Any striker in any league, any era, who can put up these numbers is among the best in football history."

"Moreover, Zhang Kuang wasn't facing a weak team—Saint-Étienne, a traditional powerhouse in Ligue 1. Their defensive system, individual player abilities, and the pressure of playing at home—these are all things that Sedan can't compare to. But in the face of absolute individual ability, all of these become paper."

Only about ten seconds had passed while Liu Jianhong was giving his explanation.

Upon seeing the goal, the Auxerre fans in the stadium erupted in cheers, singing even more enthusiastically, "Our hero is Chinese..."

Zhang Kuang got up from the ground and ran towards the corner flag area.

"Siu————!"

His celebration was repeated at the Kean-Gérard Stadium. The Auxerre fans in the away stands chanted along with him, their voices stubbornly breaking through the boos of 3,000.

Saint-Étienne's interim head coach kicked the grass hard in front of him, and the camera captured the grass clippings flying in slow motion. It actually looked quite cinematic; the French director really knows his art.

Then we see Saint-Étienne's interim manager Christophe Galtier loudly questioning Gonzalo Behçeo, the striker who conceded the goal earlier, about what he was doing and why he conceded the goal.

It was clearly an attack, he was about to shoot, but he lost focus and the ball was intercepted, allowing the opponent to launch a counter-attack and score. Do you think the whole team would be furious? Wouldn't the head coach be furious?

Gonzalo Begesio was also aggrieved. It was all that female fan's fault. At the most crucial moment, she showed him two balls and disrupted his thoughts. Ah, such white balls, no, that damn female fan!

Speaking of Saint-Étienne's interim head coach Christophe Galtier, he has a slight connection with Chinese football.

He was previously the assistant coach of French coach Alain Perrin, who was dismissed due to poor performance at the beginning of the season. He then took over as acting head coach, and his only goal now is to lead the once-glorious Saint-Étienne to avoid relegation.

After being sacked by Saint-Étienne, Alain Perrin left the top five European leagues. He first coached in Qatar for a few years, and then went to China to coach the national team, where he had a brief period of success. His final fate is well-known.

Returning to the match, Auxerre's teammates and coaching staff were naturally delighted after Zhang Kuang scored, especially Fernandez, who now truly saw hope of winning the championship. With Zhang Kuang as a formidable weapon, the possibility of winning the title seemed to be increasing.

What? His private life is messy?

Which football star doesn't have a messy private life? Whether it's Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, or Cristiano Ronaldo and Rooney, they all have messy private lives.

So what if he's a little arrogant and reckless? He has the right to be.

As long as he maintains a strong attacking presence every day in Auxerre, who cares about his condition years later?

Having figured this out, Fernandez clapped his hands with satisfaction; he was already conceiving more aggressive offensive tactics.

39 minutes.

Auxerre takes a corner kick on the right.

Birsa's corner kick was sent towards the penalty spot, where Saint-Étienne's defenders crowded into the penalty area, trying to use their numerical advantage to block the wild header.

But numerical superiority is not a problem for Zhang Kuang.

He started his run from the edge of the penalty area, like a train speeding into the box. The defender reached out to grab his jersey, but couldn't—Zhang Kuang was too strong; that little bit of pulling force was practically negligible to him.

Take off.

His powerful legs propelled him into the air, his core strength drawing his body into a full bow. Bielsa's ball flew right above his head—

A sphere in the center of the forehead.

The ball was slammed into the ground, bounced, and then nestled into the bottom right corner of the goal.

2: 0.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Barthes shouted with all his might, echoing through the speakers of all the television sets in France.

"Wow, that's amazing! Another powerful tomahawk header like that, so fierce! This 18-year-old Chinese youngster, as a striker, has such a violent attacking ability that every striker envies. I believe he really could have four women in one night." Dugarry's tone was filled with envy.

"Headline! Another powerful header!" Liu Jianhong shouted in the studio, raising his arms. "Two goals ahead! Zhang Kuang scores twice! Zhang Kuang is so strong that he doesn't seem like a Chinese player, let alone an Asian player."

"Yes, Zhang Kuang's physical strength is too strong. Saint-Étienne's defenders simply cannot contain Zhang Kuang's aerial ability," Xu Yang analyzed. "His height is 185 cm, which is not particularly outstanding in Ligue 1, but his jumping ability and hang time completely make up for it. In addition, his anticipation of the landing point and his technique of using his core strength - these are all standard features of a top center forward."

"You say he's like Cristiano Ronaldo? Not quite. Ronaldo plays more on the wings. You say he's like Ibrahimovic? Not quite either. Ibrahimovic relies more on his physical strength."

Zhang Kuang is a composite – he has Cristiano Ronaldo's jumping ability and heading skills, Inzaghi's positioning and instinct, and Batistuta's long-range shooting power. There are very few strikers in the world who possess such a combination of top-tier skills.

"And he's only eighteen, he won't turn 18 until August 18th. Why haven't players like him been discovered? Is it because we're using the wrong methods to discover talented players?" Liu Jianhong couldn't help but feel angry and critical as he talked about this.

"This might... indeed... have a problem, but I believe it will get better, and it is getting better little by little. In the future, we will find more players like Zhang Kuang." Xu Yang quickly smoothed over Liu Jianyou's words.

Liu Jianhong suddenly realized that he was getting a little out of control: "That's right, I believe we will get better and better. Okay, let's continue watching the game..."