Invincible Haaland at the start

Chapter 104 What's Ninety-Five (Two in One)

On November 11th, the Champions League match day, the match between Arsenal and Marseille will start first, and the match between Real Madrid and Galatasaray will be the next day.

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 list. Injuries are indeed his biggest enemy. I hope he will not become the next Van Basten or the next Owen..."

"Arsenal had drawn Marseille at home two years ago, and in their first meeting this season, Arsenal beat Marseille 2-1 away with goals from Theo Walcott and Ramsey.

Marseille is the only team in Group F so far that has lost all four games. If they want to win a chance, they have to go all out in the remaining two games, so this game will definitely try their best soon Fighting for three points, Arsenal must not underestimate the enemy. "

"Arsenal have only lost two of their nine games against French teams, while Marseille have only won one of their 9 away games in England.

This is Arsenal's 150th Champions League game and also the 250th European game, 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 Walcott, Rosicky and Mertesacker are finally back from injury, but only Mertesacker started.

Arsenal's lineup is 4-2-3-1.

Goalkeeper: 1-Szesny;

Defenders: 3-Sagna, 4-Mertesacker, 6-Koscielny, 17-Monreal;

Midfielder: 20-Flamini, 10-Wilshere;

Midfield: 16- Ramsey, 20- Modric, 7- Rosicky;
Forwards: 12 - Giroud. "

"Marseille is also a 4-2-3-1.

Goalkeeper: 30-Mandanda;
Defenders: 2-Abudala, 3-Nkuru, 4-Mendez, 15-Morell;
Midfielder: 20-Romao, 25-Imbra;

Midfielder: 11-J-Ayu, 29-Kahlifa, 13-Lemina;
Forward: 9-Gignac. "

Lin Yun sat on the bench with Cazorla, Arteta, Walcott and others, and Arsenal actually seemed to be so strong.

The game started and Arsenal kicked off.

After Giroud passed the ball back, he went straight into the Marseille penalty area, and Wilshere soon came to the Marseille half.

The football was passed to Flamini. After a brief pass to Modric twice, he suddenly made a diagonal pass and gave the ball to Sagna who was inserted on the wing.

Sania sprinted quickly with the ball, and suddenly kicked obliquely.

Wilshere cut into the right side of the penalty area, calmly passed Mendez who was on the attack, 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!!!!
Only 29 seconds into the game, Arsenal took the lead!
It was Wilshere's first Champions League goal in 37 months and Arsenal's second fastest goal in Champions League history.

The top scorer was scored by Gilberto Silva against PSV Eindhoven in September 2002 in just 9 seconds. "

Wilshere rushed to the sideline excitedly, and Lin Yun, Xiaohu and others on the bench also jumped up, applauding and cheering for him.

"It's kind of awesome."

"Ha, Giroud is half of the credit for this ball. He alone attracted the attention of all defenders."

After a fantastic start, Arsenal played quite relaxed and almost expanded the score in the 7th minute.

This time the attack came from Wilshere again. He made a precise cross from the right side of the penalty area. Unfortunately, Ramsey's one-handed push 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 ushered in the first shot: Abdalla made a cross, and Gignac missed the goal.

In the 20th minute, Gignac broke into the right side of the penalty area and failed to seize the shot opportunity, and Szesny attacked in time and confiscated it.

……

Arsenal missed another chance in the 37th minute.

Nkuru got a yellow card for a foul when he blocked Ramsey from the edge of the penalty area.

Faced with such a good opportunity, Giroud, who has been in hot form recently, overturned, and the football was thrown out by Mandanda.

"...If I remember correctly, Giroud seems to have missed a penalty for the second time this season."

"Hahaha, Giroud is actually a fairy ball professional. There is no difficulty and he doesn't like to score goals. Maybe Wenger can consider changing the penalty candidate."

Jirou himself was also very annoyed, and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms for a long time before getting up.

Although the penalty kick was missed, Arsenal's offensive was buoyant. Everyone thought that the second goal would come soon, but they didn't expect that until the 50th minute of the game, the score was still 1-0.
Wenger finally looked towards the bench and waved to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun calmly took off his coat and came to Wenger.

"Do you know what to do?"

"I know," Lin Yun rubbed his hands together and let out a breath of air, "Goal."

Wenger nodded, "Go."

Lin Yun came to the warm-up area, and enthusiastic cheers came from the sidelines.

"Arsenal won't score. Lin Yun is finally about to make his debut. He has only scored two Champions League goals so far. If he still wants to compete for the Champions League Golden Boot this season, he must grasp every game and every opportunity."

In the 55th minute of the game, Arsenal got a throw-in and Wenger quickly substituted.

Jirou exits, Lin Yun enters.

After Lin Yun entered the field, he waved to his teammates continuously, signaling for everyone to get excited.

35 minutes, 5 goals, he can't do it alone, he must mobilize everyone's enthusiasm.

Everyone knows that he is now launching the final sprint for the Golden Globes, and immediately cheered up and prepared to deliver ammunition for him.

Lin Yun came to Marseille's half, but did not immediately enter the penalty area.

Nkuru originally defended Giroud. After Lin Yun replaced Giroud, he naturally became the main defender of Lin Yun.

Seeing Lin Yun approaching, Nkuru immediately stepped up, and before he had time to take a closer look at the currently hottest golden boy in Europe, the other party suddenly started to speed up and rushed past him.

Flamini quickly tossed the ball vigorously with both hands, and threw the ball in front of Lin Yun.

Lin Yun unloaded the ball lightly, pulled the ball back with the sole of his foot, turned around and prepared to cut horizontally into the penalty area.

"Lin Yun suddenly started and received a throw-in from Flamini in the side of the penalty area! There was no one in front of Lin Yun, but the throw-in was not offside. It was a good goal!"

Nkuru chased after him while cursing secretly, and was about to slide the shovel on the ground. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun suddenly flicked the ball horizontally on the outside of his left foot, and quickly dodged past him.

Change direction and enter the restricted area.

The others were quickly returning to defense, and Lin Yun had little time left. He looked at the pitifully small shooting angle and decided to take a gamble.

After a slight adjustment, he took a step to run up, and kicked a curve ball on the inside of his left foot.

Like a crescent moon, the football flew out from the left side of the penalty area and went to the right side of the goal.

Mandanda had no time to make a save, so he could only watch the football fly towards the goal.

Based on his experience, the ball is likely to go out of bounds, and the best result is to hit the crossbar or goal post.

Unexpectedly, the football did hit the goalpost, but the moment the football and the goalpost collided, it was not a loud "boom", but a crisp "bass"!
Mandanda knew it was over.

"GOAL!!! Lin scored a goal as soon as he came on the field! It's not even 1 minute, Arsenal scored a lightning goal today!"

"...Lin Yun passed Nkuru, entered the penalty area, hit the goal from a small angle, and the ball went in! An exquisite arc kick! The football hit the inside of the post and bounced into the goal, 2-0!

A god's edge is a god's edge, as long as there is a small chance, it can create a murderous intent. "

"Although Lin Yun received the ball in an offside position, he used the rules wisely. Marseille's defensive players didn't react at all, but the main reason for the goal was that Lin Yun's shooting skills were so superb. He was almost The ball was shot parallel to the goal, at such a small angle, it was aimed at the far corner, and the football went in."

Others were about to rush over to him to celebrate, but Lin Yun had already sneaked into Marseille's goal without a sound, took the football out, and then turned and ran towards the midfield.

Modric rushed over to hug him, but he quickly avoided him by changing direction.

Only then did the others know that one ball today couldn't satisfy this kid's appetite...

The Marseille players thought that their memory had gone awry, and that they were leading now, but they looked up at the electronic screen, and it clearly said 2-0.
According to international practice, the home team is at the front and the visiting team is at the back.

What the hell is taking us to score goals?
The complexions of all the Maasai people immediately became ugly.

Everyone was on standby immediately, ready to give this arrogant kid a little color.

The game started again, Marseille forward Gignac just passed the ball, Lin Yun flew past him like a sharp arrow, and chased after the football.

Kakhlifa, who received the ball, was taken aback three times. He quickly kicked the ball and transferred the football to Ayew beside him.

As soon as Ayou got the ball, Lin Yun came over with a vicious shovel.

Successful steal!

"Lin Yun is so excited! He seems to have ten engines installed on his body, and he even snatched the ball from the Marseille player in the midfield!"

Lin Yun did not take the ball away, but passed it to Modric, and then galloped forward with all his strength.

The look of racing against time stunned everyone.

"Anyone explain, I've never heard that Lin Yun and Marseille have a grudge."

"So what are you doing actively? Can a hat-trick from the bench reward your girlfriend?"

"Hahaha, this is driven crazy by Ronaldo, right? If you don't go crazy, the golden ball will be taken away."

"Grab the golden ball? Just rely on two World Cup qualifiers? Play?"

"It's hard to say, it's Real Madrid after all, you know."

Modric firmly controlled the ball on the spot, saw that Lin Yun was approaching the penalty area, and then made a diagonal pass to Rosicky in front.

Rosicky has also been observing Lin Yun's running position. The moment he rushed to the small penalty area, he suddenly sent the ball to Lin Yun with a long pass from the outside of his foot.

Lin Yun broke free from the entanglement of Nkuru and Mendes, took off while running, and stretched out his feet to kick.

The devil kicks!

Mandanda's attack was quick enough, but it was still a step too late.

When the football fell, Lin Yun straightened his left foot, kicked the ball squarely in the middle of the football, and kicked the ball in from the left side of the goal accurately.

"...Modric made a diagonal pass to Rosicky, and Rosicky found Lin Yun with a long pass from the outside of his instep. Lin Yun grabbed the goal and scored?!"

"GOAL!! Lin! Lin! It's Lin again! Buy Karma, in the past two... 2 minutes and 53 seconds, he scored two goals! It's crazy!"

Giroud, who had just wiped off his sweat off the field and was drinking water, almost spit out.

In again?
I was up there for fifty minutes, and I didn't even shoot a few goals. You went up 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 again.

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 clenched his fists unconsciously, and a deep sense of crisis came to his heart again.

"The 4th goal in the Champions League, 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 by his appearance, two goals are far from enough, maybe there will be more goals. "

Lin Yun held the ball out of Marseille's goal again and ran back to the midfield.

This time, instead of avoiding Modric, he stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's palm heavily.

Modric rubbed the palm of his hand, knowing that this kid must be unusually excited now.

The formations of both sides were set up and the game continued.

Marseille was careful this time, and immediately passed back all the way at the beginning of the game. Everyone was not seeking merit but seeking no fault, and even passed the ball directly to the goalkeeper's feet.

Lin Yun came quickly, frightened Mandanda quickly kicked the ball back to the midfield with a big kick.

Flamini beat Romao to get the ball and gave it to Ramsey on the wing.

Ramsey dribbled the ball 20 meters from the side and then made a long pass. Lin Yun shot out like lightning and scored with a kick.

However, after scoring the goal, he did not celebrate, nor did he go in to pick up the ball, but shook his head and exited the penalty area.

Sure enough, the referee's whistle sounded.

Offside first.

Both Nkuru and Mendes were numb.

This offside was not intentional by them, but simply because they couldn't keep up with Lin Yun's reaction and speed, and were abruptly thrown away by him.

Such a delay, 4 minutes.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and told himself not to rush.

"In time, in time..."

Mandanda took the ball, this time the football was headed 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 croquette before sending a through ball straight into the box.

Lin Yun almost received the ball with Nkuru on his shoulders, without making any adjustments, and calmly pushed a dead corner.

Mandanda made a save, but unfortunately only his fingertips barely touched the football, which could not prevent the football from entering the net.

4-0, hat trick.

"...What happened? The ball went in again?! At 60 minutes and 14 seconds of the game, Lin Yun scored a hat-trick! It was just over five minutes before he was replaced!
“第55分12秒上场，第60分14秒打进第三球，平均每100秒就打进一球！
There is no doubt that this is the fastest hat-trick record in the Champions League! "

The so-called "fastest hat-trick record" generally has two types, one refers to the time from scoring the first goal to scoring the third goal; The time taken for three goals.

Obviously, what Lin Yun created now is the second type of record.

Wenger on the sidelines widened his eyes in disbelief.

With his many years of experience in football, he has never seen such an outrageous scene.

The scene that made Mandanda almost go berserk appeared again.

Lin Yun didn't celebrate after scoring the goal, but ran into the goal and hugged the ball out again.

The Gunners fans who were cheering wildly couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then even more crazy cheers broke out.

"Lin Yun is not satisfied yet! A hat-trick is not his end, he still wants to keep scoring goals!"

"Maybe this is the secret of his success. When we thought he had reached his limit, he never gave up on himself and broke our perception of him time and time again!"

The commentator on French TV was outraged.

Some are against Lin Yun, and some are against Marseille.

"Lin still wants to score? He's already scored three goals in five minutes! How many more does he want to score? Four? Five? Six? Or keep scoring until the end of the game?
As far as I know, there is no grievance between him and Marseille, but Marseille should be ashamed of his performance! "

Lin Yun has already returned to the midfield with the football in his arms. His teammates don't know why he is so urgent, but they can feel his seriousness and quickly set up the formation.

On the contrary, it was Marseille, who was dawdling and unwilling.

The fans were very happy to watch.

"Hahaha, as expected of the French, no one can occupy Paris before they surrender."

"Marseille rifle for sale, brand new, only placed on the ground once."

"Okay, today's milking method is completed, you can continue to work."

"Fuck, who will tell me how to grab this golden ball..."

"C Ronaldo fainted in the toilet?"

While Lin Yun was waiting anxiously, the Marseille team finally took the ball.

This time it was not only Lin Yun, but everyone in Arsenal's midfield immediately rushed forward, pressing high.

The Marseille side was in a hurry, and finally Rosicky snatched the ball with an elegant sliding tackle.

Lin Yun immediately turned around and rushed towards Marseille's penalty area.

Wilshere and Ramsey advanced along the two sideways at the same time, only less than ten meters behind Lin Yun.

Rosicky made a decisive decision and passed the ball to Wilshere with a straight pass.

Wilshere was overjoyed, very good, not only a goal today, but also an assist.

Instead of stopping the ball, he made a long pass and sent the ball to the front of Marseille's penalty area.

Lin Yun rushed to the ball, jumped high, and shot furiously at the ball.

Beautiful volley, deadly murderous intent!
The football flew straight to the upper right corner of the goal, hitting the net high.

"GOALLLLLLLL!!! The 6th ball really came!! 7 minutes or [-] minutes? Forget it, it doesn't matter! What did the Maasai do wrong? If they commit a crime, they can be put in jail , instead of letting them suffer on the Emirates Stadium!"

"Unstoppable, unstoppable, the ancients said that taking the head of an enemy general among thousands of armies is like picking something out of a bag..." He Wei shook his head again and again, "Facing Lin Yun who is fully fired, Marseille's defensive players are almost useless. Any way."

"Wife, come and see God!"

"My mother asked me why I watched the ball on my knees, how should I answer?"

"Do you think there will be a fifth ball?"

"I wiped it, and ran in to pick up the ball again. This is to beat Marseille to death!"

Holding the ball in his left hand, Lin Yun ran back to the midfield and kept raising his right hand to the fans in the stands, signaling them to speak louder.

Not only let them cheer for themselves, but also let them create pressure on the visiting team players.

The team is different from the team. Some teams will explode bloody or even fierce in such a situation. It cannot prevent you from scoring, but at least it can leave you with a leg, but some teams are in such a situation. However, it will quickly collapse and surrender without a fight.

Obviously, Marseille belongs to the latter.

The only thing their manager can do is bring in two defenders.

Instead of changing two victims, he added two more victims because instead of a counter-substitution, he replaced two midfielders.

The meaning conveyed is simple: he can't be allowed to go on like this.

Lin Yun thoughtfully helped the Marseille team put the ball in the middle circle and waited patiently for them to complete the substitution.

No matter how anxious he was, he kept a calm look on his face.

Everyone looked at his calm and even indifferent face, completely unable to connect this man with what he was doing.

Lin Ming and Isabella in the stands held hands together unconsciously.

Knowing a child is like a father/mother.

Others don't know, but they can tell that Lin Yun is very nervous now.

They didn't know what he was nervous about, but it should be a critical moment.

Isabella guessed: "I think he should be forcing himself and creating pressure on himself."

Lin Ming nodded, then shook his head again, "No need, no need at all..."

The match started again, and Lin Yun was indeed surrounded by heavy siege.

He was like a running back in football, rushing left and right in the crowd, abruptly rushing out of the tight encirclement with inhuman speed and strength.

Modric looked at his back and tried to throw a pass.

The football passed over everyone's heads and landed between Mandanda and Lin Yun.

"Master movement! Master pass! Master pass!"

Lineker actually missed one more.

Master level stoppage.

The moment the football fell, Lin Yun stretched his left foot forward slightly, and the right instep of his left foot seemed to be magnetic, and it firmly attracted the football to it.

Mandanda no longer cared about whether he made a foul or not, and rushed directly at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun pulled the ball calmly and turned around, using a proper Marseille maneuver as if he was intentionally blocking the Masai people.

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath until the moment he brought the ball into the empty net before bursting out.

"boom!"

The entire Emirates Stadium was like a big explosion, and a huge sound wave suddenly exploded in the stands on all sides.

"The fifth goal is finally here! Lin Yun passed the goalkeeper of Marseille with a roundabout named after Marseille, drawing the best annotation for this attack..."

To the relief of the Marseilles, Lin Yun finally did not run into the goal to pick up the ball, but rushed to the sidelines quickly.

A smile finally appeared on his tense face, and he took off his jersey while running, threw it heavily towards the sky, and then lay heavily on the grass.

happy!

(End of this chapter)