Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

Before retreating, Zhao Yi raised four fingers towards the stands.

"It's really crazy, this Zhao……"The Watford commentator was thrown off balance by this gesture.

He knew too well the gesture Zhao Yi used when he took free kicks before. Usually, he used the index finger, middle finger and ring finger.

Today, he used the little finger.

The meaning was obvious. He was going to score the fourth goal!

You all watched.

Arrogant.

Even if he didn't score, Watford was two goals behind, so they had no right to laugh at him.

If he scored, he would be pretending again.

Zhao Yi kicked the ball out.

It was another violent and unpretentious elevator ball!

The football rushed straight up, passed the wall of people, and then fell at a high speed!

The goalkeeper was stunned in place, motionless.

4:1!!!

Zhao Yi scored the fourth goal of the game!

A direct free kick!

The Wolverhampton fans at the scene were excited and jubilant.

The Watford fans were silent.

Some fans had collapsed in their seats.

Some young fans were wiping tears.

Watford finally made it to the semi-finals and had seen the dawn of the final.

As a result, this little bit of light was trampled on by this young man and extinguished.

Watford will not have any other championships. The FA Cup is the championship they are most looking forward to.

In the end, it is gone.

Galliot clenched his fist and celebrated a little.

His teammates ran towards Zhao Yi. After Zhao Yi celebrated, he gestured to the stands again to keep quiet.

Those restless fans jumped up again.

Zhao Yi, what are you doing? ? ?

Why do you keep rubbing salt into the wound? ? ?

Is this the quality of a football player? ?

""Chinese people! All of you go to hell!" The irrational Watford fans were cursing, and their angry appearance was heartbreaking.

Finally, they stopped humiliating and scolding Zhao Yi, and instead raised the issue to a national level.

"Break his legs quickly!"

"Kick him to death, kick him to death!!"

Now, it's not just the boos from the whole stadium. Only some of the most extreme fans have not given up the struggle.

Even if darkness has enveloped the earth, they will use their blood to awaken the light and smash this demon!

Zhao Yi nodded to the fans in the stands.

Very good.

Very good.

I like these kind of fans full of fighting spirit.

Just like the fans of Wolverhampton.

Hard mouth.

Watford kicked off again.

This time, they didn't want to attack anymore.

With one less player, three goals behind, and eight minutes left in the game, how can they win?

They were harassed by Wolves players when they were passing the ball back in the backcourt.

At this time, Zhao Yi was still pressing with the midfielders and frontcourt players.

The defender who wanted to kick the ball away was blocked by Cunha who turned and jumped with his back!

Doyle quickly stepped forward and made a straight pass.

Zhao Yi, who had already run from the midfield to the forward position, received the ball!

"Oh my god...what can I do!"The Watford commentator watched Zhao Yi rush into the penalty area, and it was a one-on-one shot! It was only one minute since the last goal.

There is another such opportunity!

Watford has given up the game.

"Ouch! It's over! Another goal! 5:1. In the 83rd minute of the game, Zhao... scored the fifth goal of the game.……"

Don't score, don't score again.

Please.

Give me some face.

Goalkeeper Dane sat on the lawn with a blank expression.

The entire Watford team had lost their fighting spirit.

In the stands, a large number of fans had already begun to leave.

What are you still watching?

Are you watching your team being beaten by the opponent? ?

The score was still 1:1 for almost 60 minutes in the second half, but after only 20 minutes, it became 5:1.

What the hell is this?

Zhao Yi waved at Watford in the stands.

The fans who were still insisting on watching the game had dull eyes.

At this time, there was still a tall fan with a fierce face, raising his middle finger at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi's eyes were bright, and he grinned happily.

In the 86th minute of the game, Zhao Yi made it all the way, and the Watford players who had given up resistance couldn't stop him at all.

With a burst of shot.

The fan who stood tall with the Watford logo painted on his face stiffened his neck and sat down like a bullied young wife, not looking at Zhao Yi who was waving at him.

Darkness had enveloped the stadium, and no one continued to fight against the big devil.

The Watford commentator was silent for nearly ten seconds,"6:1. Zhao broke the FA Cup goal record... 6 goals in a single game.

This is a huge shame, but we can't do anything about it."

Luther, who once again stood in the center circle to kick off, lowered his head.

The seventh time!

Seven kicks in a game!

He glanced at the referee, please, just blow the game over.

I really don't want to kick off again.

I really can't lose the ball anymore.

The entire stand was like a silent lamb.

Some fans didn't even dare to look at the Wolves No. 19 standing on the field.

They have been tortured by his smile and goals and have psychological trauma.

Destroy it.

Destroy it quickly.