In the 20th minute, Manchester United launched another attack.
Scholes made a through ball in the midfield, and the ball found Zhang Kuang who was retreating to receive the ball. Zhang Kuang took the ball with his back, and Heitinga followed up.
Heitinga is a veteran of Netherlands National Team. He has played in the finals of UEFA Champions League and the finals of World Cup. He has never seen anything like this.
But he has never seen anyone like Zhang Kuang, who is too hard, too slippery and too fast.
When Zhang Kuang was holding the ball with his back, Heitinga felt like he was pushing against a wall. He pushed hard, but the wall didn't move at all. He pushed hard again, but the wall still didn't move at all.
"What did this kid grow up on?" Heitinga cursed in his heart.
Zhang Kuang did not forcefully turn around, but kicked the ball back to Scholes, then turned around and inserted into the penalty area.
And Hibbert and Fellaini were already rushing over panting heavily. Can the three of them guard against this monster?
Scholes didn't stop the ball and kicked it over the top. The ball passed over Heitinga's head and landed accurately on Zhang Kuang's running route.
Heitinga turned around and wanted to chase her, but her foot slipped and she sat down on the grass.
He lowered his head and looked - there was a wet spot on the turf. He didn't know whether it was due to overwatering or someone spitting on it.
"Fake!" Heitinga cursed, and could only watch as Hibbert and Fellaini went to guard Zhang Kuang. One of them went to the left and the other to clamp Zhang Kuang. Did they clamp it?
It was clamped, but only his body was clamped. One of Zhang Kuang's long legs popped out like a spring, directly hitting the root of the ball. Then the ball was bounced towards the goal by Zhang Kuang's "spring legs", which was weird and fast.
The ball hit the net immediately. Everton's goalkeeper was still shaking his upper body in preparation. Who knew that with a white flash, the ball hit the net.
Fast, too fast, as fast as lightning, just like the white clothes that suddenly popped out of his wife's bed when he came home that night, and disappeared in a swipe.
2:1.
In the 20th minute, Zhang Kuang scored twice.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL, the second one!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "Zhang Kuang scored twice! Manchester United took the lead again! Heitinga slipped in the defense, which was a big gift to Zhang Kuang! Hibbert and Fellaini were pinched together and only guarded Zhang Kuang's upper body, but his legs were as nimble as springs."
"Three people's defense," Rob Hawthorn said, "Zhang Kuang's running and shooting were impeccable. It was just a moment of opportunity, but it was this second that he seized."
He Wei's poetry comes again. "On the football field, sometimes luck is more important than strength. But strength is the basis of luck. If you don't have strength, you won't be able to catch luck when it comes. Zhang Kuang caught it because he has this strength."
This is like Namcha Barwa's Rizhao Jinshan, Bolivia "Mirror of the Sky", Japan Hokkaido "Diamond Dust" and "Sun Pillar", Anhui Mount Huang Sea of clouds and Buddha's light, BJ Great Wall "Tindall light", these beautiful scenery are all beautiful scenery that can only shine under multiple complex conditions.
For ordinary people to see them, they need a lot of luck, and Zhang Kuang can seize such a momentary opportunity to score a goal because he has such luck. He is a player with great luck, and we wish him well."
Xu Yang said, "Hey, Teacher He, what do you say? How should I respond? The words are so beautiful. Can you take care of the feelings of a poor person like me?"
"No, this is my style."
"..."
Zhang Kuang Malaya immediately kneeled down after scoring the goal, and then his teammates rushed over to celebrate with him.
Zhang Kuang ran over and gave Scholes a high-five.
"Good shot, Zhang." Scholes said a rare word.
Zhang Kuang nodded. "Your passing is more beautiful."
Scholes walked away expressionlessly.
Rooney ran over. "Did he talk to you?"
"Said."
"What did he say?"
"Good shot, Zhang."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Shit, he's been with me for ten years and hasn't spoken more than ten words." Rooney looked envious.
"You fart."
"I didn't fart."
"I said you were telling lies."
"No."
"When did you join Manchester United? How did you become teammates with Scholes for ten years? How old are you? You joined Manchester United when you were 14 years old?"
"Hey, brother, this is an exaggeration, art, do you understand? I have recently been learning how to use art to chat, and I found that this is a good technique for picking up girls."
"Go away, artistic processing is not about telling lies."
"Don't be like this, brother, you haven't taken me out to pick up girls for a long time. Recently..."
"Aren't you spending money to solve the problem recently? Coleen won't quarrel with you?"
"Uh... how do you know?"
"How do I know? All United Kingdom media know about it."
"..."
Manchester United is celebrating the goal, while Heitinga of Everton is rubbing his leg. Although it is not strained, it is still a little uncomfortable. He just bounced twice and it seems that he did not hurt the bones or tendons.
Moyes on the sidelines spread his hands helplessly, expressing his speechlessness. This cannot be blamed on him. It can only be said that Zhang Kuang is a perverted talent. Three players have guarded him and they still haven't guarded him. What can I do?
Just...
Everton equalized again.
Yes, in the 35th minute, Everton got a free kick in the frontcourt.
Dun·Baines took a free kick and the ball flew towards the penalty area. Baines is one of Premier League's best left backs. His free kick has a weird arc and precise landing point.
Heitinga's header was saved by Van der Sar. However, the ball bounced to the edge of the penalty area. Cahill followed up with a follow-up shot and the ball rolled into the goal.
2:2.
Cahill scored twice.
Goodison Park is boiling again.
"Cahill! It's Cahill again!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "Everton equalizes for the second time! They are like weaklings who cannot be killed. If you punch them, they will punch you right back!"
"This is Moyes's team." Rob Hawthorn said, "Tenacious, tenacious, and never give up. They won't let you take away three points easily."
He Wei said with emotion, "This team Everton, just like the city Liverpool, has an indescribable stubbornness.
You can beat them, but you can't break them. You score one, and they score another. You score another, and they score another. They're like tumblers in the boxing ring. You knock them down, and they get back up again.
This is a kind of spirit and a kind of character. People with good character can always do things with great perseverance, just like Liverpool. Unfortunately, Everton was a bit unlucky and failed to create as many good results as Liverpool."
Xu Yang said, "Teacher He, what you said makes me want to travel to Liverpool."
"Go ahead, Beatles Museum over there is pretty good."
Ferguson stood on the sidelines, his face ashen.
He turned around and said to Phelan, "Let Anderson go warm up."
Phelan nodded and ran to call Anderson.
The camera cut to Anderson. Brazil who was on the bench eating a banana. When he heard Phelan calling him, he quickly stuffed the banana into his mouth without even peeling it off.
"Anderson! What are you doing?" Phelan shouted.
Anderson stuffed a banana in his mouth and said vaguely, "I'm eating... uh... banana."
"You eat it with the skin?"
"I... I'm too anxious."
Phelan supports the amount.
Ferguson was so angry when he saw this scene that he almost swallowed his chewing gum.
"What's going on in this Brazil person's head?"
Zhang Kuang was speechless as he stood on the court. At the line of scrimmage, he looked up at the sky. Isn't luck on his side today?
It was drizzling in the sky at this time. The weather in the United Kingdom is always like this. Sometimes it is rainy and continuous, which is very annoying.
The camera happened to be focused on Zhang Kuang at this time. This scene seemed to make people see the helplessness in Zhang Kuang's eyes. No matter how hard he tried to score goals, his teammates could always miss the ball to his opponents.
Martin: "Ah, Rob, this picture makes me feel a little sad and have a feeling of Shakespeare. This picture of China boy Zhang Kuang looking up in the rain can instantly cast a layer of sadness in the heart of an enthusiastic person.
Why? Why? Why are the boys who keep getting the fruits of victory always in the process of being equalized? Perhaps at this moment, the China boy felt what it means to be Premier League, what it means to be Premier League There is no underdog, no matter how rich your background is, any team may play to make you physically and mentally exhausted."
Rob: "Martin, maybe he is just looking at the rain brought by this damn United Kingdom weather? Are you thinking too much?"
Martin: "Oh, shit, Rob, you're not a good partner, why do you want to spoil the fun?"
Rob: "No, I'm just a helper. I just help you add another possibility. This is the quality of a good partner."
Martin: "Oh, Shete, I hope the old bustards at Soho will ban you, a man who doesn't know anything about style."
Rob: "Martin, your curse is too vicious. I will find a lawyer to sue you. Do you know how important Soho is to me?"
Martin: "Shit, ah, watching football..."
Before the end of the first half, in the 43rd minute, Manchester United launched an attack.
Zhang Kuang takes the ball on the left and faces Hibbert, Heitinga, and Fellaini's three-man double-team.
Two people, one on the left and one on the right, came over like two doors, and another one blocked him in front.
Zhang Kuang did not panic, but protected the ball with his body and waited for his teammates to move.
Rooney inserted into the penalty area from the right, and Berbatov supported in the middle.
Zhang Kuang spotted the running route of Berbatov and made a precise pass. The ball passed under the crotch of Fellaini who was blocking him from the front and found Berbatov accurately.
Berbatov pushed the ball and the ball rolled into the goal.
3:2.
In the 43rd minute, Berbatov scored! Assister: Zhang Kuang!
"Zhang Kuang's assist!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "Two goals and one assist! Manchester United takes the lead for the third time! Zhang Kuang's performance today is simply phenomenal!"
"This through ball was so beautiful." Rob Hawthorn said, "Hibbert, Heitinga and Fellaini were guarding Zhang Kuang, but he still found the passing route. This kind of vision and footwork are not something ordinary forwards can have."
He Wei's passionate voice sounded, "On the football field, there is a kind of player who can not only score goals himself, but also allow his teammates to score goals. Zhang Kuang is such a player. He is not alone Hero, he is the leader of the team. His passing is like spring breeze and rain, moistening things silently."
Xu Yang said, "Yes, this really has the artistic conception of moistening things silently. At this time, there is a continuous drizzle in the sky. I participated in this lively game unknowingly. When Zhang Kuang scored the goal, it was not only the victory of Zhang Kuang, but also the carnival of Manchester United. It was also the victory and enthusiasm of the drizzle and breeze."
He Wei: "Cough, cough, cough... what Director Xu said is really good..."
End of the first half, 3:2.
When the players were walking to the locker room, Zhang Kuang noticed a detail: Everton's goalkeeper Howard was talking to the referee, with a very excited expression.
"What's going on?" Zhang Kuang asked Rooney.
Rooney listened for a while and then laughed, "He said your jersey was too bright and it dazzled his eyes."
Zhang Kuang looked down at his red jersey. "... What the hell is this reason for?"
"Everton is blue and you are red. Red and blue are contrasting colors." Rooney said, "Howard is making excuses."
Zhang Kuang shook his head and walked into the players tunnel.
Halftime, in the locker room.
Ferguson stood in front of the tactical board with a serious expression.
"We scored three goals in the first half, but also conceded two." He said, "This shows that there is a problem with our defense. Can anyone tell me what happened? Who can explain it to me? Hmm? Who can explain it to me?"
The last few words Ferguson were shouted out. It was obvious that he was angry.
The hair dryer was turned on to the highest setting, which is causing trouble.
The players in the midfield and backcourt all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.
"What's the matter? If you bury your head in your crotch, can you protect yourself from the crime? You cowards, do you have to find an excuse to be a scapegoat for your own mistakes?
You don't even have this bit of responsibility. At least you know that if you can do it, you can do it, and if you don't, you can't. If you are really embarrassed, just admit your mistakes generously. What about you?
Shit, it's all bullshit. Look at your shit defense. It's not even as good as Everton. At least in the first half, I saw several excellent defenses by Everton. Although they didn't succeed, they tried hard.
Zhang, how did he get double-teamed by Everton again and again? How did Rooney get restricted from playing the ball? How did Berbatov miss the opportunity due to the counter-offside?
Look at their defense, and then look at you. Isn't it embarrassing? You can't even guard against a Cahill. What kind of thing is Cahill? The descendant of a Australia criminal who can't even get into a wealthy family, he..."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Assistant coach Phelan quickly interrupted Ferguson because what he said was a bit insulting to Cahill.
Ferguson slapped the table angrily after being interrupted. The loud noise startled everyone again.
"Vidić, please explain to me why there is such a big problem in defense? You are the captain, you are the core of the midfield and backfield. Come on, explain it."
Vidić glanced at Ferguson with a horrified look, then looked left and right.
"Ahem, BOSS, that, that, this, this, that, this..."
"Quickly tell me why, I don't want this or that."
Vidić: "There are too many accidents. Both goals were accidents. So, that's why it's like this. I can prevent fire and theft, but I can't prevent accidents!"
"Asshole, you piece of trash, you can't even find an excuse for a professional..." Ferguson picked up the folder on the table and threw it over.
"Ah..."
The scene was in chaos, but luckily everyone was able to stop it.
The scene was quiet for a while before Ferguson started to speak.
"In the second half, the midfielders and backfielders need to cheer up and don't give the opponent so many chances. If we concede the ball again in the second half, everyone except the three forwards who will play tomorrow will have to practice for an extra week."
He glanced at Zhang Kuang.
"Zhang, you played very well today. As the second half continues, I want Manchester United to win this game, so no matter what happens in the backcourt, you must score more goals for me in the frontcourt."
"Understood, BOSS."
Ferguson glanced at Anderson again. "Anderson, you replaced Scholes in the second half. Pass more balls to the frontcourt to create opportunities for Zhang and Rooney."
Anderson nodded, with the taste of banana still in his mouth.
"Did you just eat the banana peel?" Ferguson asked.
"No, I vomited."
"Where did you vomit?"
Anderson thought for a while, "... behind the bench."
There was uncontrollable laughter in the locker room.
Ferguson support amount.
"Okay, let's go out."
However, however, however...
Shortly after the start of the second half, Everton equalized again.
In the 55th minute, Everton launched a quick counterattack.
Left back Baines made an assist and passed the ball to South Africa forward Steven Pienaar in the penalty area.
Pienaar headed the ball towards the goal and the ball bounced off the crossbar.
Mikel·Arteta followed up with a follow-up shot. Team Manchester United defended very seriously this time, but the shot hit Scholes and refracted into the net. The ball miraculously equalized the score.
3:3.
Arteta scored a goal.
Goodison Park boils for the third time.
Moyes celebrated by punching the sidelines and accidentally hit the assistant coach next to him in the face.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Moyes apologized quickly.
The assistant coach covered his nose with tears streaming down his face. "Boss, are you celebrating or hitting someone?"
"I'm so excited."
"Can you stop being so excited? If my nose is broken, who will call you?"
Ferguson stood on the sidelines, his mouth twitching, looking speechless. Damn it, luck is not on Manchester United's side.
Is this game really unwinnable? Damn it.
He glanced at his watch and then at Zhang Kuang on the field.
"This kid, it's time to work hard. It's been ten minutes and he still hasn't scored a goal."
Ferguson walked to the sidelines and shouted to Zhang Kuang, "Zhang! Let go of the kick! Full fire, full fire, use all your strength to fuck women!"
Zhang Kuang heard this and wanted to agree, but when he heard the last sentence of Ferguson, he almost lost his guard.
"Little Fatty, Wayne, do you hear me? Give me assists and pass the ball to me. This damn Everton is so tenacious, like a little strong guy who can't be beaten."
Rooney: "Don't worry, I will assist. I'm going to use my strength."
In the 65th minute, Zhang Kuang really showed his strength.
He got the ball in the midfield and faced three defensive players from Everton, Hibbert, Heitinga and Fellaini. This time he would not be polite to the three of them.
The three people stood in a triangle, blocking all his passing routes.
But Zhang Kuang didn't pass the ball.
He starts it directly.
With a flick of his left foot, he passed between Hibbert and Heitinga.
The two people stretched their feet at the same time, but neither of them touched the ball.
Hibbert felt like he was blown by a gust of wind and couldn't catch anything.
Heitinga felt like he had been run over by a truck and almost lost his balance.
Fellaini came over to defend, Zhang Kuang moved the ball to the right, dodged Fellaini's tackle, and then faced at the top of the penalty area. Everton's central defender Phil·Jagielka, he dunked his foot and then Stepovers, breaking through Phil.
When we rushed in, there were two people inside, Sylvain Distin and Leighton Baines. The door was closed, and the shooting route was basically blocked.
Zhang Kuang had no choice but to pass the ball to Berbatov. Berbatov missed it and the ball reached Rooney's feet. Rooney raised his foot to shoot. Hibbert rushed over and tackled it.
Rooney faked a shot and passed the pass to Zhang Kuang, who then shot the ball.
The ball flew toward the goal like a cannonball.
Howard flew to save the ball, but the speed of the ball was too fast. Before he could reach his hand, the ball had already hit the net.
4:3.
In the 65th minute, Zhang Kuang scored a hat trick! His first hat trick in Premier League came.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Martin·Tyler's voice has become hoarse, "Zhang Kuang! Hat trick! His first Premier League hat trick! Nine goals in four games! What level of performance is this?"
"It's terrible!" Rob Hawthorn said, "Zhang Kuang was completely unstoppable today! Everton's three defensive players were like wooden stakes in front of him! Hibbert, Heitinga, Fellaini, none of the three stopped him!"
He Wei was already incoherent in CCTV-5's studio.
"Hat trick! Hat trick! Zhang Kuang's first hat trick on Premier League! Nine goals in four games! Oh my god!"
"The process of scoring this goal reminds me of Maradona." Xu Yang said excitedly, "It's the same breakthrough of three double-teams, the same shot from the top of the penalty area, the same world wave! Zhang Kuang is replicating the miracle of the ball king today!"
"No, he is not copying." He Wei said, "He is writing his own legend. Maradona is Maradona, and Zhang Kuang is Zhang Kuang. They do not belong to the same era, but they belong to the same stage: football."
He Wei:"?????"
He Wei felt a chill on his back. He felt like Xu Yang had learned some of his skills away.
Zhang Kuang ran to the corner flag area and made a "Siu" celebration gesture.
This time, he jumped extremely high and waved his hands back when he landed, full of domineering attitude.
Rooney rushed over and jumped on his back.
"How is it? How is it? Is my assist pretty?"
"She's so beautiful. I'll take you to pick up girls tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let the shooters go. Enter the village quietly."
"What do you mean?"
"We just don't want the sound of gunshots to alert others. Let's act quietly."
"Okay, okay."
Berbatov also came over, followed by Anderson, Fletcher, and Evra.
Manchester United's players surrounded Zhang Kuang in the middle, patting his head, shoulders and back crazily.
"Enough, enough! Stop shooting! Ah, who the hell hit me!" Zhang Kuang shouted.
"..."
On the sidelines, Ferguson stood up and clenched his fists.
He didn't jump up to celebrate, but there was something burning in his eyes.
Phelan shouted from the side, "Jazz, Zhang was so fierce today! A hat trick!"
"Yeah." Ferguson responded, "It's too little. It's not safe, so I have to go in."
"Still have to go in?"
"What if Everton equalizes again? Our defense is in trouble today. Who knows what will happen?"
Phelan opened his mouth wide.