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

The second half begins with Grenoble kicking off.

Auxerre's formation change was very obvious - two defensive lines were clearly visible, and the distance between the midfield line and the back line was well maintained, giving Grenoble no space to penetrate.

Zhang Kuang stood on the left side of the frontcourt.

He wasn't a center forward, nor was he a pure winger. His range of movement was a full circle larger than in the first half, from the left flank to the right flank, from the attacking third to the midfield. His running trajectory was like a constantly changing net, making it impossible for Grenoble's defenders to keep up with his rhythm.

"Auxerre's tactical adjustments in the second half were very obvious," Xu Yang analyzed in the studio. "Yellen was positioned as the focal point up front, while Zhang Kuang dropped back to a free-roaming position in the attacking third, covering the entire attacking third. This arrangement gave him greater freedom and made it more difficult for Grenoble's defense to target him."

"That's right," Liu Jianhong chimed in. "Grenoble did their best to defend against Zhang Kuang in the first half, with two players double-teaming him and three players surrounding him, but he still managed to overwhelm them in the first half. If Zhang Kuang's range of movement is wider and his positioning more unpredictable, Grenoble's defense will have an even harder time."

Forty-ninth minute.

Zhang Kuang received the ball on the left flank, and Grenoble's right-back Fraches and midfielder Bartles rushed towards him at the same time.

Instead of forcing his way through, he passed the ball laterally to Pedretti in the middle, and then quickly moved forward himself.

Grenoble's two defenders hesitated for a second – should they continue to mark Zhang Kuang, or go and surround Pedretti who had the ball?

In that split second of hesitation, Zhang Kuang had already rushed behind the Grenoble defense line.

Pedretti didn't stop the ball, but instead sent a through pass into the space on the left side of the penalty area.

Zhang Kuang received the ball at the corner of the penalty area, but Grenoble's center-back Cesar came to cover and blocked the shooting angle.

Zhang Kuang did not take a shot.

He passed the ball back to Pedretti at the edge of the penalty area with his left foot, then made a lateral run, rounding Cesar and moving to the center of the six-yard box.

Without hesitation, Pedretti chipped the ball over the goalkeeper.

The ball flew through the air and landed in the center of the penalty area—over Zhang Kuang's head.

Zhang Kuang leaped while running, using his core strength to propel himself into the air, waiting for the ball to land at the perfect height—

The fish leaps to the top.

His body was almost parallel to the ground in the air, his forehead directly hitting the ball, which was then slammed into the ground, bounced, and went into the bottom right corner of the goal.

4: 3.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

Bart roared; that arrogant leap was truly spectacular.

Liu Jianhong roared excitedly, "A diving header! A wild diving header to score! A hat-trick! This is his hat-trick! Three goals and one assist! He single-handedly created all four of Auxerre's goals!"

"That diving header was absolutely beautiful!" Xu Yang's voice trembled. "From the positioning to the jump to the header, the whole movement was executed flawlessly!"

His core strength was incredible; he completely controlled his body in mid-air! The Grenoble goalkeeper had no chance whatsoever!

Zhang Kuang crawled up from the grass, his body covered in mud and grass clippings.

This time, he couldn't contain his excitement.

He ran towards the corner flag area, pushed off with both legs, jumped up, turned around, and swung his arms behind him—

"Siu————!"

His roar echoed through the Stora Stadium.

In the away stands, Auxerre fans chanted along with him, the voices of three thousand people drowning out the silence of the home team's twenty thousand.

Auxerre's bench erupted.

Stefano rushed to the sidelines, waving his fist and shouting, before being pulled back by the fourth official. Fernandez raised his hands above his head and clapped, his expression no longer restrained, but one of barely concealed excitement.

The team members ran towards Zhang Kuang from all directions.

Grihidin was the first to rush in front of him and jump onto him. Zhang Kuang staggered a couple of steps under his weight, and then was knocked off balance by Minho who rushed up on him.

"You're a god!" Grihidin roared in his ear, "You're a fucking war god!"

Pedretti ran over and hugged Zhang Kuang tightly. He didn't say anything, but just patted Zhang Kuang's back hard.

Yellen ran over, squatted down, and patted her arrogant calves—that "submissive" posture was precisely captured by the photographers on the sidelines.

In the studio of France 1, Barthes' voice was already hoarse.

"A hat-trick. Zhang Kuang scored three goals and provided an assist when his team was in dire straits, turning the score around to 4-3."

This isn't a football match; it's a display of individual heroism. I've been commentating in Ligue 1 for twenty years, and I've never seen such an explosive performance.

Dugarry: "We are witnessing the rise of a superstar, the beginning of his path to becoming a superstar. This is no longer just growth; it is the shaping of his superstar image."

"Yes, only superstars can single-handedly carry their teams to victory in such adversity, and only superstars can score such spectacular goals..."

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on Japanese social media had completely changed.

"It's four to three now..."

"A wild hat-trick. Three goals and one assist. He created four goals all by himself."

"Matsui-kun also performed very well, with one assist and one goal."

"But Zhang Kuang single-handedly saved the team..."

"Admit it, this Chinese guy is really strong."

"It's not just strong, it's outrageous. Long-range shots, headers, dribbling, passing—he can do it all, he's an expert at everything."

"He is the strongest striker in Asian history, without a doubt."

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly; he's only played a few games."

"A few games will suffice. Have you ever seen an Asian player perform like that in Ligue 1?"

"..."

Fifty-second minute.

Just three minutes after Zhang Kuang scored, the opponent served the ball, and he was walking back to his own half.

Grenoble attempted to organize an attack after kickoff, but Auxerre's two defensive lines prevented them from penetrating at all. The ball was passed around in midfield, unable to find a way forward.

Fifty-fourth minute.

Zhang Kuang received the ball on the right wing.

This time, he faced a double attack from Grenoble's left-back Fraches and center-back Yemali.

He did not hesitate.

He pushed the ball forward with his right foot and accelerated.

Fraches caught up with his first step, but not his second.

The explosive force of the second step caused Fraches to completely lose his balance, and he fell to one side.

Yemali came to cover from the front, but Zhang Kuang didn't give him a chance to get close. He flicked the ball sideways with his left foot to create space, and then chipped the ball with the inside of his right foot.

The ball arced through the air, bypassing Yemali's head and landing on the left side of the penalty area.

It wasn't a shot, it was a cross.

Luwa Contute – the left winger who came on in the second half – made a run into the left side of the six-yard box and slotted the ball home.

The ball rolled past the goalkeeper's hand and nestled into the far corner of the goal.

5: 3.

"Goal! Five to three!" Liu Jianhong's voice was so hoarse it was almost hoarse. "Zhang Kuang's assist! His second assist of the game! Three goals and two assists! He's been involved in five goals by himself!"

"Grenoble's morale was shattered," Xu Yang said. "From 3-1 to 3-3, from 3-3 to 3-4, from 3-4 to 3-5—Zhang Kuang alone destroyed the confidence of the entire Grenoble team."

After scoring, Luwa Contout rushed towards Zhang Kuang, hugged him, and yelled at him.

This young winger hadn't had many opportunities to play since joining Auxerre, but today he came on as a substitute and scored his first Ligue 1 goal – and a crucial one at that.

Fernandez was originally brought on to help with the defense, but no one expected him to score.

"Zhang! Zhang! I scored! I fucking scored!" Contout's voice was trembling with sobs.

Zhang Kuang patted his head: "Good job. Keep it up."

After seeing the goal, Mohammed sighed, walked to the bench, sat down, and stared blankly at the field.

The camera focused on his face, and viewers in front of their televisions suddenly felt sympathy for the coach. He was truly a tragic figure, and fate had indeed been unfair to him.

Just two minutes after the restart, a Grenoble midfielder angrily slid in and pushed the ball out of bounds; thankfully, it wasn't a reckless sliding tackle.

Fernandez immediately made a substitution, and on the sidelines, the fourth official raised the substitution board.

Auxerre made two substitutions – Zhang Kuang was replaced, and Dennis Olic was replaced, one a striker and the other a winger.

All the substitutes were defensive players, and Fernandez's intention was clear: with a 5-3 lead and less than 40 minutes left in the game, he would defend and not attack.

Zhang Kuang jogged slowly to the sidelines, raising his hands above his head to clap.

The Auxerre fans in the away stands all stood up and gave their heroes a thunderous ovation as they left the field.

"Zhang! Zhang! Zhang!"

The sound was exceptionally clear in the night wind at the foot of the Alps, like an endless hymn.

After Zhang Kuang was substituted, Grenoble seemed to see some hope, and they launched a strong attack for nearly 15 minutes, but it was no longer effective, because Fernandez had given a strict order that if they conceded another goal, the player who performed poorly would be relegated to the reserve team.

The following moments were intense but lacked excitement, with the television cameras constantly switching between images of the arrogant and Grenoble coach, Mohammed.

The director seems to be using visual language to tell the audience: the ambitious Mohammed was in high spirits for the first 40 minutes of the first half, but the ball is round, and the arrogance of the god descending to earth has turned Mohammed into his current somewhat 'foolish' state. What a dramatic rise and fall!

Of course, the director might have wanted to say something else through the visual language, but since the director didn't output any text or sound, no one knows what the director actually wanted to tell the audience.

Drop drop-

In the 93rd minute, the referee blew the final whistle, ending the dramatic match with Grenoble losing 3-5 at home to Auxerre!