The Glory of the Godfather

Fang Jue walked back to the coach's bench and sat on his seat. He also raised Erlang's legs.

　　 "Sol, today's game is not a big problem." Fang Jue said leisurely to his assistant.

　　In the first half of the game, he was two to zero, and Fang Jue had a lot of confidence in his heart.

　　 "The Poles are in great condition today." Ceballos also exclaimed.

　　 On the other side, Valencia coach Emery is standing on the sidelines, his left hand is touching his chin, his eyes are staring into the court, and his brows are frowned.

　　 "So two goals were lost?" Emery turned to his assistant and said.

　　The latter shrugged, indicating that he also couldn't understand.

　　 Lost two goals in two minutes, let alone Valencia players on the field, even Valencia's coaching staff is also confused, Emery also needs time to calmly think about it, he has to stroke it.

　　 "Marchena is out of position." For this loss, Emery made a preliminary judgment.

Marchena is Valencia's midfield barrier. This time he was completely taken away. Mata passed the ball to the left to find Alba. This is the key to Ibiza's attack speed, and this time he passes the ball. Previously, it was Royce who passed the ball to Mata, but where should Marchena go with Mata?

　　 Emery is reminiscing.

　　 Marchena was holding back his anger, he was worried that he really couldn't help but punch someone.

　　 Just before, he was going to follow Mata. He thought he would be fine if he stayed away from the bastard, but he found himself too naive, and the **** got entangled again.

　　 "Hi, friend, why are you so afraid of me?"

　　 "Am I that scary?"

　　 "Or, you think you are ugly and dare not see people."

　　 "It's okay, my friend, I only look at my **** when I pick up soap, not my face."

　　 Marchena was going crazy, and finally couldn't help but cursed. The translation was: "Wait, I want you to be your grandson."

　　 Then, as soon as he turned his head, he saw that Mata had run away, and the **** had already slipped up and blocked his route to chase Mata.

　　 This is this process, a momentary process.

Emery recalled it, he was a little puzzled: why Marchena had been entangled with the Ibiza No. 8, and Marchena received a yellow card for this. Then, the problem is here. Two people are here. Is there a holiday before the game?

　　 At this moment, the whole stadium seemed to explode.

　　 Fang Jue looked up and saw Lewandowski running with open arms. Behind the Polish boy, more Ibiza players were chasing him.

　　 Turning to look into Valencia's goal again, their goalkeeper Reina fished out the football from the net with a frustrated expression, and kicked it out with a vent.

　　 "...and another goal?"

　　 Fang Jue and Ceballos looked at each other.

　　 "Again, lost the ball again????"

　　 Emery and his assistant also stared.

　　 Time goes back thirty seconds.

　　 After Valencia's kick-off in the middle circle, the players kept passing back the ball, while Ibiza continued to press in the frontcourt.

　　 In the end, the football was passed back to goalkeeper Reina, who kicked the football forward with a big foot.

　　 Clement took the football back in the midfield, Deisler jumped high and continued to top the football forward.

The Valencia players immediately took offside and moved the defense line forward, and then they heard cheers from the stands. They suddenly realized something, and immediately turned to look and saw Lewandowski received it behind them. football.

　　 Valencia's defensive players made the worst choice: one by one they raised their arms and signaled Lewandowski to be offside.

　　 They were so determined that Lewandowski was offside, standing there one by one, raising their hands together, but no one came forward to defend.

　　 However, the head referee did not say anything, the whistle did not sound, the side referee did not raise the flag, and the referees were running fast to keep up. This can only show one fact: no offside!

　　 At the very least, the referee made this judgment at this time.

"No offside! Lewandowski is not offside!" the commentator Dolores shouted. They could see more clearly from the commentary booth. At the moment Dessler flew the header, the Valencia defense tried to build Offside, however, their right center Alexis reacted a step slower, Lewandowski started from a position parallel to him: not offside.

　　 "Single shot!"

　　 Facing Valencia goalkeeper Reina, Lewandowski made a calm low shot. The football was stuck to the turf and flew into the far corner of the goal.

　　 "Goooooooooooooooool!"

　　 "Robert Lewandowski!"

　　 "Three to zero! The Pole scored the third goal. God, he performed a hat trick. In the thirty-sixth minute of the game, Lewandowski performed a hat trick."

"This is the first half of the game for the Polish striker." Dolores shouted, "From the first goal to the third goal, it only took five minutes, which also counts the previous two. The celebration time after scoring is incredible."

"When Lewandowski joined Ibiza last summer, he was just an unknown man. No one has heard his name. The information we can get is that this is a ball that played in the second division of Poland. The kid of the team, Ibiza only spent 80,000 euros to get him. Then one season later, the young Polish striker won the second league golden boots. He was the best foreign aid in the second league last season. In this summer, Ivy Sa has just completed a contract extension with this Polish guy. Obviously, Ibiza and Fang Jue both know this is a gem. Last season, he played a hat-trick against Barcelona in the Copa del Rey last season. This season, the Spanish Super Cup, Lewandowski Kee broke Real Madrid's goal again. I bet this young man has already attracted the attention of many big clubs..."

"Now, in the match against Valencia, a hat trick was staged in just five minutes. This is simply incredible... At least in my mind, this should be the fastest hat trick recorded in La Liga." Dolo Leis sighed.

　　 "We have to sigh again Fang Jue's eyesight. Lewandowski was personally excavated from the Polish Second Division. I really don't know how he knew there was such a young man in Poland..."

"You know, the most shocking thing is that Lewandowski is not an exception. In addition to young Polish strikers, there are also central defenders Koscielny, young left-back Alba, and Mata, Royce, Aubameyang and other players."

"There are also Pjanic and Mark Korosas who have left Ibiza at this time. Just the departure of these two people brought Ibiza more than 30 million euros in transfer income." David Zamora said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dolores and David Zamora, these two newly-emerged fan-favored commentators, are talking about each other. Dovsky's praise extended to Ibiza coach Fang Jue's praise, and the two chatted happily.

　　 At this time, the small Ibiza Athletic Stadium seemed to explode.

The two narrators who talked so happily looked at it and saw that Ibiza 9 was running, shaking his head while running, excited as if he was drinking, behind him was Ivy who was running and chasing. Sa players.

　　 This scene is so familiar?

　　 The two commentators looked at Valencia’s goal almost subconsciously at the same time, and saw Reina scoop out the football from the net and kick it out with a vent.

　　 Very familiar?

　　 Could it be a step back in time?

　　 Two people just talked about it, they missed a goal?

　　 Ibiza’s number nine?

　　 is Robert Lewandowski?

　　 Is this another goal again?

It stands to reason that the commentator formed a subconscious reaction to the player's information and would not doubt his own memory, but at this moment, Dolores even looked down at the information at hand: Ibiza, No. 9, Robert. Lewandowski.

　　 He looked up at the time again, the second of the game.

Oh my God!

　　 Within 7 minutes, scored four goals? !