On November 26, the Champions League match day, the game between Arsenal and Marseille started first, and the game between Real Madrid and Galatasaray was the day after.
Ronaldo sat in front of the TV early, waiting for the game to start.
When he learned that Lin Yun was a substitute, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Even God is helping me..."
"Lin Yun did not appear in the starting lineup. Injury is indeed his biggest enemy. I hope he will not become the next Van Basten or the next Owen..."
“Two years ago, Arsenal drew with Marseille at home. In the first match between the two sides this season, Arsenal defeated Marseille 2-1 away with goals from Theo Walcott and Ramsey.
Marseille is the only team in Group F that has lost all four games so far. If they want to fight for a chance, they have to go all out in the remaining two games, so they will definitely try their best in this game. In order to fight for three points, Arsenal must not underestimate the enemy. "
“Arsenal has only lost two of the nine games against French teams in its history, while Marseille has only won one of its 11 away games in England.
This is Arsenal's 150th Champions League game and the 250th European war, which has special significance. I hope the players will also want to commemorate this special day with a hearty victory. "
"The good news for Arsenal is that Theo Walcott, Rosicky and Mertesacker are finally back from injury, but only Mertesacker started.
Arsenal's starting lineup is 4-2-3-1.
Goalkeeper: 1-Szczesny;
Defenders: 3- Sagna, 4- Mertesacker, 6- Koscielny, 17- Monreal;
Midfielder: 20-Flamini, 10-Wilshere;
Midfielder: 16-Ramsey, 20-Modric, 7-Rosicki;
Forward: 12-Giroud. "
"Marseille also plays in a 4-2-3-1 formation.
Goalkeeper: 30-Mandanda;
Defenders: 2-Abdallah, 3-Nkulu, 4-Mendez, 15-Morrell;
Midfielder: 20-Romano, 25-Imbra;
Midfielder: 11-J-Ayew, 29-Kahlifa, 13-Lemina;
Forward: 9-Gignac. "
Lin Yun sat on the bench with Cazorla, Arteta, Theo Walcott and others, and Arsenal actually had the intention to strengthen their troops.
The game started with Arsenal kicking off.
Giroud passed the ball back and went straight into the Marseille penalty area, and Wilshere quickly came to the Marseille half.
The football was passed to Flamini's feet. He briefly passed the ball to Modric twice and then suddenly made a diagonal pass and gave the ball to Sagna who was running in from the wing.
Sagna ran quickly with the ball and suddenly made a diagonal kick.
Wilshere cut into the right side of the penalty area, calmly passed Mendes who was rushing forward, and volleyed towards the upper left corner of the goal.
Mandanda tried his best to save, but still could not prevent the football from entering the net.
1-0.
“GOAL!!!!
Arsenal took the lead in just 29 seconds!
This is Wilshere's first Champions League goal in 37 months, and it is also Arsenal's second fastest goal in the history of the Champions League.
The number one scorer was scored by Gilberto Silva against PSV Eindhoven in September 2002, which took only 20 seconds. "
Wilshere rushed to the sidelines excitedly, and Lin Yun, Xiaohuo and others on the bench also jumped to their feet, applauding and cheering for him.
"It's a bit awesome."
"Ha, Giroud has half the credit for this goal. He alone attracted the attention of all defenders."
After getting off to a fantastic start, Arsenal played quite relaxedly and almost expanded the score in the 7th minute.
This time the attack came from Wilshere again. He made a precise pass from the right side of the penalty area. Unfortunately, Ramsey's single shot in front of the goal was bravely blocked by Mandanda.
In the 11th minute, Modric took a corner kick and Giroud's header was blocked.
In the 17th minute, Marseille finally got its first shot: Abdallah passed in, and Gignac missed the shot.
In the 20th minute, Gignak broke into the right side of the penalty area and failed to seize the shooting opportunity. Szczesny struck out in time to confiscate it.
…
Arsenal missed another good opportunity in the 37th minute.
Nkulu fouled Ramsey when he blocked Ramsey from the edge of the penalty area and received a yellow card. Referee Lajos sentenced him to death and Arsenal got a penalty kick.
Faced with such a good opportunity, Giroud, who has been in hot form recently, overturned and the football was saved by Mandanda.
"...If I remember correctly, this seems to be the second time Giroud has missed a penalty kick this season."
"Hahaha, Giroud is actually a professional player in fairy ball. It's not difficult not to score goals. Maybe Wenger can consider changing the penalty kick selection."
Giroud himself was very upset and squatted on the ground holding his head for a long time before getting up.
Although the penalty kick was missed, Arsenal's offensive was booming. Everyone thought that the second goal would come soon, but they did not expect that until the 50th minute of the game, the score was still 1-0.
Wenger finally looked at the bench and waved to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun calmly took off his coat and came to Wenger.
"You know what to do?"
"I know," Lin Yun rubbed his hands and exhaled, "Goal."
Wenger nodded, "Go ahead."
Lin Yun came to the warm-up area, and enthusiastic cheers came from the sidelines.
"Arsenal is in a strong position and can't score. Lin Yun is finally going to make his debut. He has only two Champions League goals so far. If he still wants to compete for the Champions League Golden Boot this season, he must seize every game and every opportunity."
In the 55th minute of the game, Arsenal received a throw-in and Wenger quickly made a substitution.
Ji Lu is down, Lin Yun is up.
After Lin Yun entered the field, he waved to his teammates continuously to signal everyone to get excited.
35 minutes, 5 goals, he cannot do it alone, he must mobilize the enthusiasm of everyone.
Everyone knows that he is now launching the final sprint for the Golden Globe Award, and they immediately cheered up and prepared to deliver ammunition to him.
Lin Yun came to Marseille's half, but did not immediately enter the penalty area.
N'Kulu was originally defending Giroud. After Lin Yun replaced Giroud on the field, he naturally became the main defender of Lin Yun.
Seeing Lin Yun approaching, Nkulu immediately walked up. Before he could take a closer look at the most popular golden boy in Europe, the opponent suddenly started to accelerate and rushed past him.
Flamini quickly threw his hands hard and threw the ball in front of Lin Yun.
Lin Yun unloaded the ball lightly, pulled the ball back with the soles of his feet, turned around and prepared to cut horizontally into the penalty area.
"Lin Yun suddenly started and caught the throw-in ball thrown by Flamini in the ribs of the penalty area! There was no one in front of Lin Yun, but the throw-in ball was not offside. It was a good goal!"
Nkulu cursed secretly and chased after him. He was about to fall to the ground and make a sliding tackle. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun suddenly flicked the ball sideways with the outside instep of his left foot and quickly dodged past him.
Change direction to pass and then enter the penalty area.
The others were quickly returning to defense, and there was not much time left for Lin Yun. He looked at the pitifully small shooting angle and decided to take a gamble.
After a slight adjustment, he took a step forward and hit a curve ball with the inside of his left foot.
Like a crescent moon, the football flew out from the left side of the penalty area and headed to the right side of the goal.
Mandanda had no time to save and could only watch the football fly towards the goal.
Based on his experience, the ball will most likely go out of bounds, and the best result will be to hit the crossbar or goal post.
Unexpectedly, the football did hit the goal post, but the moment the football hit the goal post, the sound was not a loud "bang", but a crisp "miso"!
Mandanda knew it was over.
"GOAL!!! Lin scored as soon as he came on the field! It didn't even take a minute. Arsenal focused on a lightning goal today!"
"...Lin Yun passed Nkulu, entered the penalty area, hit the goal from a small angle, and the ball went in! An exquisite curved kick! The football hit the inside of the goal post and bounced into the goal, 2-0!
The Divine Edge is the Divine Edge, and as long as there is a small opportunity, it can create murderous intent. "
"Although Lin Yun received the ball in an offside position, he cleverly used the rules. Marseille's defensive players did not react at all. However, the main reason why the ball was scored was because of Lin Yun's shooting skills. He was almost The ball was hit parallel to the goal, at such a small angle, and it was aimed at the far corner, but the football actually went in."
Others were about to rush over to him to celebrate, but Lin Yun had already quietly got into Marseille's goal, took the football out, then turned and ran towards the midfield.
Modric rushed towards him and wanted to hug him, but he ducked away with a quick change of direction.
Only then did the others realize that one ball today couldn't satisfy this kid's appetite...
The Marseille players thought that their memory was biased and that they were leading now, but when they looked up at the electronic screen, it clearly said 2-0.
International practice is that the home team goes first and the visiting team goes last.
Are you using us to increase the number of goals scored?
The faces of all the Maasai people immediately turned ugly.
Everyone immediately stood ready, ready to show off this arrogant boy.
The game started again. As soon as Marseille forward Gignac passed the ball, Lin Yun flew past him like a sharp arrow and chased the football.
Khalifa was shocked when he caught the ball. He quickly kicked the ball and transferred the football to Ayew on his side.
As soon as Ayou got the ball, Lin Yun came over with a fierce flying shovel.
The steal was successful!
"Lin Yun is so excited! He seems to have ten engines installed on his body, and he actually grabbed the ball from a Marseille player in the midfield!"
Lin Yun did not take the ball away, but passed it to Modric, and then ran forward with all his strength.
The look of racing against time stunned everyone.
"Can someone please explain? I've never heard of Lin Yun having a grudge against Marseille."
"So what are you doing proactively? Can a hat-trick as a substitute reward your girlfriend?"
"Hahaha, are you driven crazy by Ronaldo? If you don't go crazy, the golden ball will be taken away."
"Grab the golden ball? Just rely on two World Cup qualifiers? How about fun?"
"It's hard to say, it's Real Madrid after all, you know."
Modric firmly controlled the ball on the spot, and after seeing Lin Yun approaching the penalty area, he passed a diagonal pass to Rosicky in front.
Rosicky had also been observing Lin Yun's movement. The moment he rushed to the small penalty area, he suddenly made a long pass from the outside of his instep and sent the ball to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun broke free from the entanglement of Nkulu and Mendes, jumped up while running, and kicked forward with his feet.
Demon flying kick!
Mandanda struck quickly enough, but it was still a step too late.
When the football fell, Lin Yun straightened his left foot hard, kicked the ball squarely in the middle, and accurately kicked the ball in from the left side of the goal.
"... Modric passed a diagonal pass to Rosicky. Rosicky found Lin Yun with a long pass from the outside of his instep. Lin Yun grabbed the spot and hit the goal. The ball went in?!"
"GOAL!! Lin! Lin! It's Lin again! I bought it. In the past two...2 minutes and 53 seconds, he scored two goals! It's crazy!"
Giroud, who had just finished wiping his sweat off the court and was drinking water, almost spat it out.
Entered again?
I was up there for fifty minutes and didn't even get a few shots on goal. You were up there for more than two minutes, two goals? !
A group of people looked at each other.
This is too outrageous.
Wenger applauded and shook his head.
His first reaction was the same as everyone else's.
It seems that he was really stimulated by Ronaldo.
Ronaldo in front of the TV unconsciously clenched his fists, and a deep sense of crisis surged into his heart again.
“This is the fourth goal in the Champions League, and there are still 4 goals away from Ronaldo. Maybe before the end of the group stage, Lin Yun may really catch up with Ronaldo in the Champions League scorer list.
Judging from his appearance, two goals are far from satisfying, and maybe there will be more goals. "
Lin Yun once again took the ball out of Marseille's goal and ran back to the midfield.
This time he did not avoid Modric, but reached out and slapped the opponent's palm hard.
Modric rubbed his palms, knowing that this kid must not be generally excited right now.
The two sides set up their formations and the game continued.
Marseille was cautious this time and immediately passed the ball back all the way from the start. Everyone did not seek merit but no fault, and they actually passed the ball directly to the goalkeeper.
Lin Yun came over quickly and was so frightened that Mandanda quickly kicked the ball back to the midfield.
Flamini defeated Romário to get the ball and distributed it to Ramsey on the wing.
Ramsey dribbled the ball from the wing and ran for 20 meters before making a long pass. Lin Yun rushed out like lightning and scored with a kick.
However, he did not celebrate after scoring the goal, nor did he go in to pick up the ball. Instead, he shook his head and exited the penalty area.
Sure enough, the referee's whistle sounded.
Offside.
Nkulu and Mendez both felt numb.
This offside was not caused intentionally by them, but simply caused by being unable to keep up with Lin Yun's reaction and speed and being thrown away by him.
This delay lasted 4 minutes.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and told himself not to rush.
"There's time, there's time..."
Mandanda kicked the ball out. This time the football was bumped by Marseille's Lemina, but in the end the football fell to Wilshere's feet.
The small threat immediately passed the ball forward and found Modric.
Modric got rid of the Marseille defender with a light fried ball and then sent a through ball directly into the penalty area.
Lin Yun almost received the ball with Nkulu on his back, without making any adjustments, and calmly pushed it into a dead corner.
Mandanda made a save, but unfortunately only his fingertips barely touched the football and failed to prevent it from entering the net.
4-0, hat trick.
"...What happened? The ball was scored again?! At 60 minutes and 14 seconds of the game, Lin Yun scored a hat trick! It was only more than five minutes before he was replaced!
“He came on the court at 55 minutes and 12 seconds, and scored the third goal at 60 minutes and 14 seconds, averaging one goal every 100 seconds!
There is no doubt that this is the fastest hat-trick record in the Champions League! "
There are generally two types of so-called "fastest hat-trick records". One refers to the time it takes from scoring the first goal to scoring the third goal; the second is from starting the game to scoring the third goal. The time it took for three goals.
Obviously, what Lin Yun is creating now is the second type of record.
Wenger on the sidelines widened his eyes in disbelief.
In his many years of experience in football, he has never seen such an outrageous scene.
The scene that made Mandanda almost go berserk occurred again.
Lin Yun did not celebrate after scoring. Instead, he ran into the goal and took the ball out.
The Gunners fans who were cheering crazily in the audience couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then they burst into even crazier cheers.
"Lin Yun is not satisfied yet! A hat trick is not his end, he still wants to continue scoring goals!"
"Perhaps this is the secret of his success. When we thought he had reached his limit, he never gave up on himself and broke our understanding of him again and again!"
Commentators on French television have become furious.
Some are against Lin Yun, and some are against Marseille.
"Lin still wants to score? He has already scored three goals in 5 minutes! How many more does he want to score? Four? Five? Six? Or until the end of the game?
As far as I know, there is no grudge between him and Marseille, but Marseille should be ashamed of his performance! "
Lin Yun had already returned to the midfield with the football in his arms. His teammates didn't know why he was so anxious, but they could feel his seriousness and quickly set up their formation.
On the contrary, Marseille was slow and unwilling.
The fans enjoyed watching it.
"Hahaha, as expected of the French, no one can capture Paris before they surrender."
"Maasai rifle for sale, brand new, only put on the ground once."
"Okay, today's milking method is completed, and you can continue to do it."
"Damn it, someone tell me how to grab this golden ball..."
"Cristiano Ronaldo cried and fainted in the toilet?"
While Lin Yun was waiting anxiously, Marseille finally kicked the ball out.
This time, not only Lin Yun, but everyone in Arsenal's midfield and frontcourt immediately rushed forward and pressed high.
Marseille immediately scrambled, and Rosicky finally snatched the ball away with an elegant sliding tackle.
Lin Yun immediately turned around and rushed towards Marseille's penalty area.
Wilshere and Ramsey advanced along the two wings at the same time, only less than ten meters behind Lin Yun.
Rosicky made a quick decision and passed the ball through to Wilshere.
Wilshere was overjoyed. Very good. Not only did he score a goal today, but he was also about to get an assist.
He did not stop the ball, but directly sent the ball to the front of Marseille's penalty area with a long pass.
Lin Yun rushed over, jumped high, and shot the ball furiously.
Beautiful volley, deadly murderous intention!
The football flew straight to the upper right corner of the goal and hit the net high into the air.
"GOALLLLLLLL!!!! The fourth goal really came!! 6 minutes or 7 minutes? Forget it, it doesn't matter! What did the Marseilles do wrong? If they committed a crime, they can be put in jail directly , instead of letting them stand on the Emirates Stadium and suffer!"
"Unstoppable, unstoppable. The ancients said that picking out an enemy general's head from an army is just like picking out an object from a bag..." He Wei shook his head repeatedly, "Facing Lin Yun with full firepower, Marseille's defensive players had almost no players. Any way.”
“Honey, come and see God!”
"My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the game. How should I answer?"
"Do you think there will be a fifth ball?"
"Oh no, I ran in to pick up the ball again. I'm trying to beat Marseille to death!"
Lin Yun held the ball in his left hand and while running back to the midfield, he kept raising his right hand to the fans in the stands to signal them to be louder.
Not only does it allow them to cheer for themselves, it also allows them to create pressure on the visiting team players.
Teams are different from team to team. Some teams will be bloody or even vicious in such situations. They can't stop you from scoring goals, but they can at least leave you with a leg. But some teams are in such situations. But it will collapse quickly and surrender without a fight.
Obviously, Marseille belongs to the latter.
The only thing their coach could do was bring on two defenders.
Instead of replacing two victims, he added two more, because instead of a match-up substitution, he replaced two midfielders.
The message conveyed is simple: He cannot be allowed to continue to be so crazy.
Lin Yun thoughtfully helped the Marseille team place the ball in the center circle, and then waited patiently for them to complete the substitutions.
No matter how anxious he was, he always maintained a calm look on his face.
Everyone looked at his calm and even indifferent face, unable to connect this person with what he was doing.
Lin Ming and Isabella in the stands held hands together unconsciously.
There is nothing better than a father/mother to know a son.
Others don't know, but they can see that Lin Yun is very nervous now.
They didn't know what he was nervous about, but it must have been a critical moment.
Isabella guessed: "I think he is forcing himself and creating pressure on himself."
Lin Ming nodded, then shook his head, "No need, no need at all..."
The game started again, and Lin Yun was indeed heavily surrounded.
Like a running back in football, he dashed through the crowd and broke out of the crowd with inhuman speed and strength.
Modric looked at his back and attempted a lob pass.
The football passed over everyone's heads and landed between Mandanda and Lin Yun.
"Master's movement! Master's passing! Master's passing!"
Lineker actually missed one more thing.
A masterclass stop.
The moment the football fell, Lin Yun stretched his left foot forward slightly, and the instep of his left foot seemed to be magnetic, firmly attracting the football to it.
Mandanda no longer cared about whether there was a foul or not and pounced directly on Lin Yun.
Lin Yun calmly pulled the ball and turned around, as if he was deliberately causing trouble for the Marseilles, and used a just-right Marseille spin.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, until the moment he brought the ball into the empty goal, it suddenly burst out.
"boom!"
The entire Emirates Stadium felt like a big explosion, and a huge sound suddenly exploded in the stands on all sides.
"The fifth goal finally came! Lin Yun passed the Marseille goalkeeper with a spin move named after Marseille, which provided the best explanation for this attack..."
To the Marseille people's relief, Lin Yun finally stopped running into the goal to pick up the ball, but quickly rushed to the sidelines.
A smile finally appeared on his tense face. He took off his jersey while running, threw it heavily into the sky, and then lay down heavily on the grass.
happy!
(End of chapter)
