Chapter 390 Massacre: Six goals in a single game broke Messi's Champions League single-game scoring record

"Barcelona players seem to have regained their fighting spirit. Their passing and cutting have become more and more fluent. There were more threatening shots in the last 10 minutes than in the first 65 minutes of the game."

"But it gives people a feeling of powerlessness, like forcing a small universe to explode, and the effect gradually weakens over time."

"Hey, Messi retreated to the hinterland to receive the ball. He didn't get rid of it himself, but looked for Griezmann who was running forward from the side!"

At the edge of the court, Setien's eyes regained their luster and he looked at it with a burning gaze.

As long as Barcelona can score two away goals and maintain the score until the end of the game, today's defeat would not be a crushing defeat.

When he returns to the Nou Camp, he is confident of a comeback.

However, Wan Bissaka attacked from the side and made a clean interception, which frightened Setien.

Why? Because he just realized that his team's formation was in disarray in order to press forward and attack, and the defense in the midfield and backcourt was full of loopholes.

As long as Manchester United can launch a quick counterattack, they can easily break through Barcelona's blockade and send the ball to Chu Feng's feet in the frontcourt.

In a flash, Setien thought of so much. He looked at Messi eagerly, hoping that he could rush forward in time and delay Manchester United's counterattack.

But the scene before him made him furious.

Messi was standing not far away and saw Kante holding the ball and running slowly over.

Pressing of this intensity is useless!

"Move to the middle!"

De Jong's face changed drastically, but before he could finish his words, Kante made a straight pass.

Bang! The football was like a sharp blade, piercing through Barcelona's loose defense! Havertz! The German boy, who had gained muscle, withstood Rakitic's collision and easily crossed the ball to dunk and turn around.

Old Trafford instantly erupted in loud cheers.

The next moment, De Jong, Rakitic and Vidal attacked, and the three of them attacked from a corner, trying to block the advancing Havertz.

But De Jong worked the hardest. Vidal's pace was slow, not only failing to block the pass, but also exposing a large space behind him! "Chu!" Havertz did not hesitate or drag, and immediately sent a straight pass! De Jong gritted his teeth and flew out, his toes just touching the ball, changing the original trajectory of the ball.

However, before Barcelona fans could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge rock was hanging in their hearts.

The camera moved quickly with the football, and finally locked onto Manchester United's No. 7! In the picture! He seemed to be dragging a slight shadow, rushing towards the football at a terrifying speed!

"Oh shit!"

Although he was obviously closer to the ball, Pique felt indescribable panic in his heart when he saw the figure approaching!

Tap, tap, tap! The spikes pierce the grass, making a powerful sound! No more hesitation!

Pique became ruthless and made a flying tackle from behind, trying to destroy the ball.

There was a gleam in Chu Feng's eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Trample! A duller stomping sound rang out, like a death knell for Barcelona! Amid the horrified expressions of Barcelona fans, Chu Feng seemed to jump out of thin air and avoided Pique's fierce and brutal flying tackle.

Not only that, even if he suddenly increased his speed, the football was still under his control, facing Ter Stegen who was leaving the goal!

Step sideways, stride over, flick the ball! Three consecutive lightning-fast moves made Ter Stegen lose his direction. He lost his balance and stretched out his hand with the last bit of strength!

Bang! Chu Feng's continuous flick wiped out all his hopes.

Lenglet tried to block the shot, but he was too small to block the goal and could only watch Chu Feng shoot into the far corner in despair!

5:1!!!

"GOALLL!!!"

"Pure footballing magic!"

"CHU!!"

In the commentary box in the stands, Neville kept slamming the table, venting his passion and excitement. After shouting, he continued: "The enjoyment of extreme speed! De Jong tried his best to change the passing line, and Pique was closer to the ball, but none of these could stop him!"

"He was like a flash of lightning, shuttling through Barcelona's backcourt, rushing to the ball in an instant, and completing an amazing fake cross!"

"In the 76th minute of the game, the score was rewritten again, and Chu scored five goals alone!"

Neville looked down and saw Chu Feng, who was surrounded by Manchester United players. He was like the king of Old Trafford, patrolling his territory.

And Barcelona, ​​as an outsider, can only succumb to his strength.

On the court, De Jong could not hide his anger and yelled: "Why? We are blocking the person with the ball in front, why don't you just go and defend Chu? Why did you follow us?"

Vidal: “.”

Not to mention that he was already three body lengths behind, even if he was one body length ahead it would be useless as Chu Feng could only force his way past him with his speed.

That's why he wanted to steal the ball from Havertz and curb Manchester United's counterattack at the root.

But things did not turn out as he imagined.

Besides, he was not a regular winger, but was pushed here by the head coach.

But no one will listen to your explanation, so you might as well learn from Messi and respond with silence.

De Jong's chest was heaving with anger, but he didn't dare to scold veterans like Pique, so he could only hold his anger in his heart.

At this moment he felt indescribable regret.

In fact, when he was at Ajax, Manchester United had invited him, but at that time he felt that the salary offered by Manchester United was not high, and Chu Feng could still play as a core player for another ten years, so he would only be able to play as a supporting role if he went there.

It’s really funny to think about it now. I do the most work in Barcelona, ​​but I can’t get a stable position.

De Jong looked at Havertz in the distance. The idiot had jumped onto Chu Feng's back and was waving to the Manchester United fans.

If On the sidelines, Setien looked ashen and his lips couldn't stop trembling.

He knew that the fighting spirit of the Barcelona players had disappeared with this goal.

There are still more than ten minutes left in the game, and it seems that Manchester United does not want to stop.

Is this really going to be a tragedy? Setien sighed and lay on the bench, his mind in a turmoil.

On the other side, Mourinho's eyes flickered, he stroked his chin and said: "I remember the record for goals scored in a single game in the Champions League was 5 goals, I think it was created by Messi in the 2011-12 season?"

"Yes, we have reviewed that game, Barcelona played against Leverkusen, and the score difference was 7:1. Oh, by the way, there is also Adriano from Shakhtar Donetsk." Faria understood what Mourinho meant in seconds.

"Then let the boys work harder and strive to break the Champions League single-game goal record!"

Mourinho waved his hand.

At this point in the game, if you hold back on defense, you will be despised.

It is better to continue attacking, help Chu Feng break the record, and use Barcelona as a sacrifice to bring Manchester United's morale to its peak, so that they can be unstoppable in the remaining games.

"Understood!" Faria shouted, called Kante to the sidelines and gave him detailed instructions.

Kante was very obedient. After returning to the court, he conveyed the coach's arrangements.

Upon hearing this, the Manchester United players looked towards Barcelona's goal viciously, like demons with blood-thirsty eyes.

What mercy? They want to satisfy the desire for destruction hidden deep in human genes.

Chu Feng also grinned and said, "Guys, if I can break the record today, I will ask the club for a large bonus!"

In fact, with his current wealth, he could even give it to his teammates.

But that's not appropriate.

It is better to take advantage of the club. After all, this kind of competition with explosive public opinion is the favorite thing of Internet celebrity clubs.

They can gain more fans and benefits through this kind of public opinion.

"Come on!!!" Havertz raised his right fist and shouted.

When the Barcelona players saw this scene, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Give up hope or fight to the bitter end? They chose the latter.

However, their hearts were not firm.

The formation became a radical 424 or even 415, but the overall tactical style did not change and the pace of the game was still controlled by Manchester United.

83rd minute of the game.

McTominay knocked Messi over and then passed the ball to Havertz, who passed it to the side without stopping.

Sandro quickly moved along the sideline and made a reverse triangle pass near the baseline.

Havertz missed the ball again at the front of the penalty area, and Kante, who quickly inserted from the back row, shot the ball with a low shot! The ball penetrated the dense penalty area, hit the inside of the right post with a "clang", and bounced into the Barcelona goal.

6:1!!!

"In again?"

"Another entry!"

"For Manchester United fans, it's a feast of goals!"

"For Barcelona fans, this is a chilling massacre!"

"Through the performance just now, we can see that Manchester United players are eager to win. They are full of energy and only have football in their eyes. The desire to attack makes the whole team united and full of firepower!"

"Barcelona can only be described in four words: a crushing defeat."

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

"Since Barcelona scored, they became more and more passive in defense, but Manchester United were accurate in every attack, showing complete confidence and treating Barcelona's midfield and backcourt as their own backyard."

"In fact, Barcelona's turmoil this season is obvious to all. The last-minute change of coach, management turmoil, the loss of the La Liga title, the chaos in the signings, etc., have led to Barcelona no longer having dominance from top to bottom."

At Old Trafford, Barcelona players looked dazed and felt unprecedented shame.

Why can they play like this?

Messi held his knees and gasped for breath. Then he stood up and looked towards the coaching seat.

The meaning was obvious, he should replace me as soon as possible, he didn't want to stay on the court anymore.

But Semedo suddenly fell to the ground, stretched his legs and put on a mask of pain.

cramp?

He ran a lot in this game, but only he knows whether it is true or not.

The team doctor hurried to help him press, but Semedo did not recover for a long time. Setien had no choice but to make a substitution.

"Mingesa replaced Semedo, and Barcelona used up the last substitution. In fact, I think at this point, it would be better to replace him with Dembele. Maybe there will be a turnaround?"

Zhan Jun was very skeptical.

"Turning point? Semedo's side is about to be broken through. If the defensive intensity is not increased a little bit, I'm afraid Manchester United will score two goals in three minutes." Zhang Lu laughed.

On the court, Messi saw that he couldn't leave, so he could only continue to walk slowly.

However, under Manchester United's crazy pressing, Barcelona couldn't even get the ball out of the backcourt, and it was intercepted by Manchester United after just a few passes.

In the 87th minute of the game, Chu Feng moved horizontally to the left rib, reversed the ball and shot it into the far corner! Ter Stegen tried his best, stretched his body to the extreme, and held the ball firmly in his arms.

"The quality of Chu Feng's shot was not high. Maybe his physical strength is close to the limit. He has already run 13.9km so far."

"You have to know that he is a striker, but he has such terrible data, which shows that he keeps retreating and advancing, which runs through Manchester United's offensive system."

"Messi, on the other hand, only ran 6.8km. Of course, it's unfair to compare the two of them, after all, their ages are there."

"But I think Barcelona's deformed tactics must change."

"Well, let's take a look at Barcelona's counterattack first. Griezmann is advancing very quickly and Wan-Bissaka has been left behind."

"Thiago Silva was also wiped out, Griezmann faced De Gea alone!"

Thiago is a veteran, and it is not easy for him to hold on until now. As for Wan-Bissaka, he has been going up and down on the wing, and his physical fitness bar has long been in the red.

That's why Griezmann can break through easily.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, De Gea moved forward quickly, swinging his hands up and down to maximize his defensive range.

Griezmann is calm. What is the best way to pass the buck? Score a goal.

He doesn't even have to think about it, there will definitely be similar remarks after the game: Barcelona lost but Messi did, it was his teammates who dragged Messi down. So he also has to score a goal.

He flicked the ball outwards and then inwards, then quietly kicked the ball towards the near corner!

Bang!!! But an incredible scene appeared. De Gea suddenly stretched out his right leg, and his studs rubbed the football, changing its rolling trajectory.

Ding! The football hit the post and bounced out of the bottom line.

Griezmann fell to his knees and pounded the grass frantically.

He didn't care about conceding seven goals to Manchester United, but he was really devastated when he missed a one-on-one opportunity, because it meant he would be blamed after the game.

"Ha!" De Gea jumped up on the spot, clenching his fists and roaring.

We still have to look to him at the critical moment.

"Beautiful! David!" Chu Feng gave a thumbs up.

Before Barcelona took a corner kick, the fourth official raised a sign indicating three minutes of extra time.

Chu Feng suddenly felt a strong sense of urgency.

He doesn't want to share the Champions League single-game goal record with Messi.

"Barcelona didn't go all out to try to get a chance to score from a corner kick. It looks like they gave up?"

"Look, Rakitic passed the ball to the back of the penalty area, and Wan-Bissaka got a chance to clear it!"

“Is there any chance of counterattack?”

"It seems not, De Jong headed the ball back to Pique, hey hey hey hey——"

Zhan Jun's eyes widened.

On the football field, perhaps De Jong's header was too weak, or Pique made a mistake in receiving the ball, causing him to drop the ball directly behind him.

Seeing this, Chu Feng's eyes lit up, and he breathed like a bellows, with a hoarse sound coming from his throat.

He was truly exhausted. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he felt like he would collapse if he ran one more step.

But the desire to score a goal drove him to take one step and then the second.

It seemed like a long time, but in fact it only took a moment for him to surpass Pique!

“Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!”

"Barcelona made a mistake in the backcourt, and Chu Feng got a one-on-one chance!"

"You can see he is very tired, but Pique and Lenglet are even more tired. Can they seize the last chance to score a goal?"

Everyone in the audience held their breath, afraid of disturbing that figure.

Chu Feng's center of gravity shifted slightly to deceive Ter Stegen, who was concentrating, and he swiped from the outside to the small penalty area.

Pique and Lenglet also rode their horses as fast as they could to get there.

Lifting his leg, faking a shot! Both of them flew to tackle at the same time, but like funny clowns, they intercepted nothing but empty air.

Without any obstruction, Chu Feng used his last bit of strength to push the ball towards the empty goal.

7:1!!!

When the white net was lifted, he was finally able to lie on the wet grass and enjoy a short and fascinating rest time.

The next moment, cheers that resounded through the sky suddenly rang in his ears.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

“Another goal in injury time!”

"He broke Messi's record of five goals in a single Champions League game, and he did it against Messi head-on!"

“This is the end of an era and the beginning of another!”

(End of this chapter)