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Brighton also made substitutions, replacing the exhausted striker Hamid with Akpom (now wearing No. 10 at Ajax). Then a defensive midfielder was replaced with a more offensive midfielder.

But the time entered the 80th minute, and neither side was able to score again. So Wei Le changed his strategy first. He used up the last substitution and replaced De Paul with defensive midfielder Kevin McDonald to strengthen the defense.

Time passed by minute by minute, Hughton paced anxiously in Brighton's technical area, and although Wei Le was a little nervous, he wanted this victory more than Hughton, but he still stood in his position without changing his color.

In the 90th minute, the assistant referee raised the sign for two minutes of injury time. Wolves have now begun to delay time. Haaland is tall and strong, and he blocked the ball in his own corner flag area. One man guards the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it, blocking all opponents who want to touch the ball.

If such a situation occurs away from home, there will be boos on the sidelines. But this is Wolverhampton, and for the sake of victory, all Wolves fans are cheering for Haaland.

This is actually the first time Haaland has done this. Before, Wolves did not need to use this method to ensure victory.

In the end, it was striker Akpom who slid and shoveled the ball on Haaland's leg and bounced out of the bottom line. It is now the 91st minute, and Brighton has a corner kick opportunity. Haaland did not argue, but hurried back to the penalty area to participate in the defense.

This will probably be Brighton's last chance. Even goalkeeper Stockdale has rushed to the front court and ran into the penalty area to participate in the attack.

The orange goalkeeper uniform is particularly conspicuous in the interweaving of blue, white and yellow.

Jota was standing in ambush on the periphery. He glanced at the unguarded opponent's goal and moved forward calmly.

The corner kick was taken, and there was chaos in the penalty area!

First, the Brighton defender kicked the ball, but due to interference, his header was weak and was blocked by Haaland. He staggered to stop the ball, and suddenly, he heard a roar in front of him.

"They don't have a goalkeeper!!!"

Amid the noise, he couldn't tell who was shouting, or maybe it was not who was shouting, but the voice in his heart that reminded him to do so. In any case, he glanced forward at Jota's position, and then kicked it out!

When the ball didn't score the first time, Stockdale had already started running back, and now he was almost in the middle of the field between the penalty area and the center line.

He was obviously closer to the landing point of the ball! But Jota's speed was faster!

Jota started running behind Stockdale, but he seemed to be a racing car accelerated by nitrogen, with sparks and lightning all the way, constantly shortening the distance between him and Stockdale!

Stockdale tried his best to move his legs, but he felt the panting of the monster behind him getting closer and closer! The ball was right in front of him. As long as he could clear the ball, at least he would not let the opponent expand the score again!

If he could run faster...!

Jota's eyes widened, his teeth bared, and finally, he was side by side with Stockdale! He knocked Stockdale away with his shoulder, and then suddenly accelerated again!

How could he be so fast? ! !

Stockdale, who lost his balance, fell directly to the ground. He struggled to get up, and at this time he could only see the taillights of Jota's car!

Stockdale knew that he was the last defensive player on the team. Now all he could do was pray, pray that Jota would slip to the ground before the last step, pray that he would have a brain twitch and shoot from a long distance and miss the goal, and pray that his final kick would fly directly!

Stockdale could only pray, because no one could stop him anymore!

Jota didn't stop, he strode the ball forward and rushed towards the opponent's goal at lightning speed! He knew that no one could catch up with him, so he didn't need to shoot hastily.

So Jota took the ball into the penalty area, aimed at the center of the goal, and then pushed the ball out.

The football rolled slowly and powerfully, undoubtedly and indisputably into the center of the goal, wrapped in the net and set off a ripple!

The ball went in! ! !

4-2! ! !

Jota killed the game with a hat trick! ! !

After 90 minutes of running, he forced to overtake and eat Stockdale alive, and scored a long-distance attack. Jota was exhausted and couldn't stand up.

After the football rolled into the goal, he collapsed directly on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to celebrate!

The lastAt that time, Jota felt his legs were weak, and it was almost his will that supported him to take the next step.

Molineux was boiling! Amid the cheers, Jota, who was sweating, smiled happily.

Killing the game with a long-distance raid in front of tens of thousands of people, isn't this the dream of every striker? And now, Jota will never forget this goal!

Coming to England from Portugal, Jota has gradually changed from a jerky future star to a calm shooter who can stand on his own now. Now, in front of tens of thousands of people, he announced the end of this ups and downs game with a wonderful hat trick!

Jota made up his mind that he would achieve more and more in Wolves! He wanted Atletico Madrid and Simeone, who was prejudiced against him, to see the ability of the Portuguese boy they gave up!

Lying on the grass and looking at the dark night sky, Jota suddenly thought, if he rejected Wei Le in that meeting in Madrid, how would everything develop?

Abandoned Jota may not get even one chance to play in Atletico Madrid. Will he be sold to a Spanish team at a low price a year later? Will he get support there? Will he grow up? Will he have as many people who love him as he does now?

Jota didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

So Jota threw these crazy thoughts out of his mind.

Now is the best arrangement, isn't it?

Jota turned over and got up, and his cheering teammates had already come to him! Bowen and Rodri, who were also 20 years old like him, and 16-year-old Haaland took the lead! They hugged Jota together!

The excited Wolves fans had already played Mexican waves on the sidelines. The yellow ocean rose and fell, rolling up the energy and vitality of the young people, and ran away in the noise.

"Football is fucking great, isn't it?" Jota said to Bowen.

As everyone walked towards their own half, Bowen looked at his friend with tears in his eyes. Bowen didn't know why Jota suddenly had such a feeling, but he didn't ask.

He just laughed and hugged Jota tightly again. Jota heard his friend say seriously-

"Yeah, football is fucking good."