Chapter 102 Hat Trick! (Fifth Update)

73rd minute of the game.

After Pogba was shaken by Xhaka's feint, he got hot-headed and stretched out his foot, stepping on Xhaka's instep.

Xhaka fell to the ground wailing instantly.

After all, the pain of being stepped on by FG's big studded sneakers was indescribable, and he felt a piercing pain.

A clear trampling foul.

The players on both sides were very excited and immediately surrounded and pushed each other.

Chu Feng also hurried over. After all, no matter what the situation on the court, he had to protect his teammates first.

The referee also quickly blew the whistle to separate the crowd.

"In this case, it should be at least a yellow card."

"Huh?"

"The referee directly showed the red card and Pogba was sent off!"

"This is terrible news for Manchester United!"

"Manchester United were already at a disadvantage against a crazy Arsenal team, and now they are one man down. The next 20 minutes are bound to be very difficult!"

"If you want to keep the score, I'm afraid it's..."

Pogba returned to the locker room feeling depressed. He knew that his recklessness might bring unbearable costs to Manchester United, but he just couldn't control himself.

"Wenger made another substitution, replacing Xhaka with Welbeck and Kolasinac with Giroud."

"Both are very offensive players. Arsenal want to add a fulcrum in the penalty area and enrich their offensive methods in the frontcourt. This is a very beautiful substitution."

"Hey, Mourinho doesn't strengthen defense? What is he waiting for?"

After the chaos on the field subsided, the game was restarted.

Arsenal continued their fierce attack.

Quick pass and cut! Position switching!

Attack the ribs!

Chu Feng felt tired as a forward player, not to mention the enormous pressure from Manchester United's defenders. He was probably so tired that he couldn't even speak.

They felt like they were a small boat drifting in the ocean, which could be overturned by the raging waves at any time.

Chu Feng knew that if he wanted to break the deadlock, he had to score another goal, so he could only keep running.

Pressing, assisting, and supporting. The game was in the 76th minute.

Sanchez took advantage of Valencia on the wing and made a direct cross.

Giroud blocked the landing point and headed the ball directly into the goal.

Bang! With a dull sound, the football went straight to the left side of the goal.

At the critical moment, De Gea made another miraculous save and managed to push the ball out with his fingers.

"Welbeck's follow-up shot in the penalty area hit De Gea again, a beautiful double save!"

"Arsenal got a corner kick on the left side and Sanchez passed the ball to the back post!"

"Rojo headed the ball away first. Manchester United had a hard time during this period and were basically suppressed in the penalty area and unable to move."

Zhan Jun's heart was hanging in the air, and it made people's scalps tingle.

Mourinho clenched his hands in his pockets. He knew that if he rashly replaced the defensive players, they would not be able to defend and the game would end in a draw or failure.

So he was betting that Manchester United could score another goal! 83rd minute of the game.

Arsenal started a crazy crossing mode, constantly lofting the ball into the penalty area.

But they vaguely felt something was wrong. Although they had an absolute advantage on the field, from a subtle psychological perspective, it was Manchester United's defense that held off Arsenal's attack.

Their mentality began to become unbalanced, and they seemed to be the one under more pressure.

Manchester United, with one man less, held out for more than ten minutes and gradually adapted to Arsenal's offensive intensity.

Rojo, who returned from injury, once again blocked Bellerin's cross and the ball fell to the left rib.

Just as Ramsey was about to stop the ball, a face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

ferocious!

That was Chu Feng who was already exhausted to the limit.

He was breathing heavily and waving his arms, revealing not excitement but a terrifying ruthlessness.

Ramsey's ability to get rid of the opponent was weak to begin with, and he was unable to react in time and was forcefully knocked aside by Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng! Nice steal!"

"He has already covered more than 12 kilometres and now he has finally been rewarded by winning the ball back in midfield!"

“Manchester United’s counter attack!!!”

Arsenal players immediately launched a counterattack.

However, because they replaced Xhaka and Kolasinac one after another, there were not enough midfield players and they were unable to form a complete encirclement.

Facing the deadly pressure, Chu Feng saw the figure of his teammate and pushed his foot arch hard.

Bang! The football shot out like an arrow, penetrating Arsenal's porous defense.

"Send it back again!"

The hoarse voice echoed around the Emirates Stadium, and Lingard delivered the simplest of passes.

Chu Feng squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, dug his shoe spikes into the grass, and raised his leg to bring out the fine dirt.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Step, step, step!

As his feet touched the ground, he instantly burst out with terrifying speed.

Yu Guangzhong’s billboards became blurry!

No more skills are required, just a sudden thrust forward.

A hurricane seems to have swept the Emirates Stadium!

Koscielny was traumatized by his previous reckless attack, so he chose a conservative defensive approach.

But he didn't expect Chu Feng to be so unreasonable. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and Chu Feng had already passed by him. He turned around and ran, trying to intercept him in the penalty area.

Tens of thousands of fans held their breath, staring at the running boy.

They seemed to recall another Manchester United No. 7, who once broke through countless lines of defense of the opponents at lightning speed.

After Chu Feng completed the forced pass, he continued to move forward with a tense face, gritted teeth, and lowered his head.

His breathing became more rapid, but faster and faster.

Koscielny has a speed of 35.11km/h, making him one of the fastest central defenders in football.

As the distance between the two people continued to narrow.

Lukaku was anxiously shouting for the ball on the side.

But suddenly there was an explosion on the green field, and everyone's heart trembled.

Bang! The football brushed Koscielny's toes, stuck to Cech's fingertips, and blasted into the lower right corner of the goal like a cannonball.

Mourinho's mouth opened wide.

Wenger's face was full of surprise.

The entire Emirates Stadium was dead silent, but the whole world was cheering for it.

1-3!!!

Chu Feng fell to the ground weakly, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the countless spotlights falling from the sky and squinted his eyes slightly. Sweat wet his slightly long black hair and slid down to the green grass.

Opportunities don’t come by waiting!

After a while.

The Red Devils fans looked at Manchester United's No. 7 lying on the ground, shaking with excitement and making a deafening sound.

This is a goal worth a thousand gold.

Chu Feng smiled brilliantly and opened his arms, listening to the cheers for him with abandon and even greed.

The Manchester United players also ran over frantically.

"Hat trick, damn, I haven't scored three goals in a single game so far, it's really frustrating to compare myself with others!"

"Chu, you did it, you really did it!"

Thank you for your support.

(End of this chapter)