Invincible Haaland at the start

Chapter 4 Secretly open and hang, and then amaze everyone
Just 2 minutes into the game, Reading took a one-goal lead, which made Arsenal's forwards quite dissatisfied with their defense.

But in fact, their offense is also a mess.

The head coach of the first team sits on the sidelines, so don't expect the players of the youth team to maintain a sense of normalcy. If they can produce about 120% of their usual level, they are already worthy of the bunch of "geniuses" "must not miss" in the report of the scouts. """Born for the big scene" and other evaluations, as for those superstar embryos who can burst out with [-]% power under such circumstances, they have long been out of this level of competition.

Arsenal are eager for quick success and quick success, and the more they play, the worse they play, and Reading is also in a mess.

Wenger lacked interest, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at the interesting kid just now.

He thought that this kid would be like other forwards, standing in the penalty area like a log, silently complaining about the weak midfield and defense, or making ineffective and boring running positions like a headless chicken, but he didn't expect this The movement of the child is very interesting.

Although it is not fast, and many times it is just a walk, but almost every time the midfielder completes a pass, he adjusts his position.

With a sharp eye like a professor, he naturally knew that it was the easiest place to receive the pass and complete the attack under the circumstances.

It's a pity that there are no "second Xavi" and "Little Pirlo" among Reading's midfielders. His series of moves can only be winking for the blind.

Wenger sat up straight unconsciously, and began to focus on Lin Yun.

He didn't notice that 10 minutes had passed.

The old man seemed to have forgotten which side he was from, and couldn't help muttering.

"... Time to pass... Pass the ball to the kid... Yes, that's it... Let's see how you handle this time..."

The passer was Reading No. 6, their field captain.

A fairly accurate kick stuck to the ground and sent the ball directly to Lin Yun.

Arsenal No. 4 immediately posted it, but was blocked by Lin Yun sideways.

No. 4 was a few centimeters taller than Lin Yun, and his whole body was also a circle bigger, but his face turned red and he couldn't push Lin Yun a little bit.

He felt that there was a wall in front of him.

Cox finally saw something was wrong.

How about Lin Yun, a player who is mediocre, the biggest advantage is that he has no disadvantages, and the biggest disadvantage is that he has no advantages.

I can eat a bowl of football, but if I don't suddenly get enlightened, I will barely be a drinking fountain player in the second and third tier leagues in my life.

Physical confrontation is not his strong point but it is not his weakness either, but he will always try to avoid it, trying to get rid of the opponent with his feet skills, and it is quite rare to actively push the defender aside like this.

And that's just the beginning.

After Lin Yun received the ball sideways, he made a heavy trip towards the goal, easily got rid of the astonished No. 4, and dribbled the ball towards the goal.

No. 5 rushed up to make up the defense.

Compared with No. 4, the size and strength of this cargo were not enough, so the result was naturally worse, and it was directly knocked into the air.

It's almost like being knocked into the air like a mantis arm blocking a car.

Arsenal's No. 2 central defender directly discarded Reading's No. 9 striker, and rushed towards Lin Yun, but underestimated Lin Yun's speed, and was left behind by Lin Yun, so he hung on his back with his hands and feet. .

Lin Yun carried the opponent directly and continued to run.

Wenger opened his mouth slightly and stood up unconsciously.

Isabella took a breath, and then clearly heard an exclamation from the side.

"Fucking Chinese!?"

In such a context, "fucking Chinese" does not involve any discrimination, it just expresses their curiosity and surprise, just like Jiang Wen always likes to add "fucking" in front of every time he speaks.

On the football field in England, "fucking" is almost the prefix of any sentence, and they can add any noun they can think of at that moment at any time.

If you insist on translating, then everyone's "fucking" does not refer to the well-known meaning, but should be... Fuck! ! !
The youth team is just a Gu farm, who doesn't know who?

What the hell is Lin Yun? !

The goalkeeper abandoned the goal and went out. Lin Yun's expression remained calm, but his eyes had become as sharp as blades.

"Lin! This way!" No. 9, who had no defenders around him, exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Yun turned his head and glanced at him, and the goalkeeper immediately swayed his weight towards No. 9 like a conditioned reflex.

At this moment, Yang Feng decisively played a contra-angle, and the football crossed the goal line quietly against the turf again.

The "f**k chinese" on the sidelines has become a fancy "buy Karma", and Isabella couldn't help but widen her eyes, looking at her cub like an alien.

Lin Yun flew to the sidelines again, and stood in front of her with a stinky face.

Seeing his face full of "quick praise me", Isabella felt relieved.

Fortunately, it should still be my son.

Dyson rushed over, jumped onto Lin Yun's back, put his hands on his shoulders and shook vigorously, "Brother, what did you do?! You fucking...you fucking have been hiding your strength?"

Lin Yun threw him off, and said softly: "Mom told me to work hard secretly and surprise everyone. Obviously, now is the time."

"Oh, damn Chinese, you are always so cunning," Dyson naturally immediately thought of Wenger, "I have to say, you did it, but it's not amazing, it's frightening! Frightening, understand?!"

Lin Yun didn't bother to care whether he was surprised or frightened, and turned around to accept the congratulations from the others.

No. 9, who didn't even have a name, was still a little upset, but he didn't show it. He just said in a joking tone: "Hey, buddy, if you passed it to me just now, you're just passing it and shooting it now."

"But my brace is gone," Lin Yun also said with a smile, "If it were you, what would you choose?"

"Well, you're right," said No. 9, "our mission is to score goals."

Lin Yun didn't know whether he was echoing him or telling himself, "Yes, a goal."

Scored many, many goals.

The game continues.

Lin Yun naturally became Arsenal's focus.

One goal may be luck, and two goals may be a coincidence, but after eating three defenders raw and tricking the goalkeeper into scoring, that can only be strength.

Of course, the guards who had been abused by Lin Yun didn't want to make it easier for him. They almost tried their best to do everything they could, but it was obvious that the egg was useless...

In the 20th minute, Reading No. 9's long-range shot was saved, and Lin Yun made a clever supplementary shot to complete the hat-trick;
In the 29th minute, the captain of Reading threw a free kick into the penalty area. Yang Feng snatched the ball abruptly under the double-team of two defenders, and volleyed through the net;
In the 36th minute, Reading No. 3 made a pass from the side, and Lin Yun hung the defender again and hit the ball into the goal.

40th minute...

A few years later, a teenager named Harland was born in the World Youth Championship. He shocked the football world with 9 goals in a single game, but for many people who watched the game...

That was all left over from Lin Yun's play.

　The setting has been changed, and the main character has been changed to a Chinese-British mixed race, so there must be a World Cup for fun, right?Originally, I wanted to write about the national football championship, and then sent it to the fantasy category, but the editor pulled me back from the road to death... In addition, the fledgling Harland can score nine goals in a single game, and Habbo in 2023 will even A little bit awesome is not too much, right?

　　
　
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