The results on the first day were a bit miserable, and the update represented my determination.

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There will probably be no injury time in this game, and even if the fourth official gives stoppage time, the referee will end the game immediately after the regular 90 minutes.

Therefore, Wang Zhen actually only had six minutes.

Six minutes, is it enough time to score a goal?

Standing in the goal, Istabaan fished out the ball for the fifth time in the game: "Don't let them score again, don't let them enter the box easily, do you want to be a laughing stock?" ”

The goalkeeper concedes a lot of goals, and it is never the fault of the goalkeeper alone, it is a shame for all.

Wang Zhen grinned at the Sevilla players on the other side of the midfield line and sneered: "Little cubs, are you ready to accept and go home?" ”

The Sevillans are not small cubs, they are a bunch of veterans.

Wang Zhen deliberately spoke it to them in Spanish.

Hesuni immediately spat to the side, staring at Wang Zhen without speaking.

The loser is not qualified to speak, and if you insist on speaking, you are just looking for ridicule.

Subsequently, Sevilla was whimsical and ready to attack.

When they passed the ball, they were instantly suppressed by numbers.

Mainz's entire central axis bulldozed eight men to suppress seven in Sevilla's midfield and backfield, leaving them at a loss.

The football quickly changed hands, and after Wang Zhen got the ball, he passed to the side and began to run wildly.

The pass was terrible, but the Sevilla didn't want to go up and make a tackle, and Ribery dropped back and got the ball back to restart.

As the crowd rushed up front, Ribery made his way into the box.

However, at this time, the opponent's defense was in place, and Wang Zhen's header was dragged out by the goalkeeper.

If that pass had been a little higher, the counterattack would have been a second or so faster, and maybe another goal would have been scored.

Unfortunately, none of this happened.

Slow is slow.

In the ensuing corner, Mainz's side had an absolute height advantage, Benjamin Orr was of good height, Mike Hank was also a header, and the three strikers were in the penalty area, like three pillars.

Can the Sevillans not know that football will go in their direction?

After a full game of embarrassment, Istaban finally had a highlight-reel performance when he burst off the goal line, jumped up and confiscated the ball early.

Wang Zhen had already jumped, and almost parallel to this side, he turned his head and saw Istaban holding the football with both hands, a little helpless.

"Wang Zhen is worthy of being an air bully who is even a little worse than Clos, after he jumped, his head was even slightly higher than the tips of Istaban's fingers, if this corner kick can be ten centimeters higher, maybe it can become a goal."

As the minutes ticked by, the blood of the Seville seemed to be aroused.

They don't care about yellow cards, after all, the next UEFA Cup has nothing to do with them.

In just three minutes, Renato, Marti, and Alvaro received yellow cards in a row.

But the clock was already eighty-nine minutes.

Another free kick.

Wang Zhen stood on the sideline of the penalty area, and Ribery took the penalty.

The ball was too far away to hit the goal, and Ribery opted for a pass.

The moment he got up, Wang Zhen quickly ran towards the goal line.

The Sevilla players who pinched Wang Zhen were so frightened that three souls were missing, two souls were missing, and seven souls lost six souls.

Just as they were starting at full strength, Wang Zhen kicked on the turf, stepped on a large piece of turf, and made a switchback run.

Throwing off the two, Wang Zhen stepped on the goal line smoothly, stretched out his right foot, and collected the ball that happened to be in position.

If Sevilla knew a little bit about Mainz, they would know that Wang Zhen was used to receiving the ball on the line of the penalty area at the end of every game, and then cutting cross-cutting to attack.

It's a pity that after a few people, they have become frightened birds, and no one remembers Joaquin's arrangement.

After winning the football, Wang Zhen quickly started to cut to the right side of the attacker.

No.2 centre-back Xavi Avaro hurriedly posted up.

Wang Zhen leaned on Alvaro and cut cross-cutting to the right.

If you have the ability, you will start, you have a yellow card, in the penalty area, yellow card plus penalty, let you try to lose and have the feeling of losing!

In fact, Xavi Avaro was not ready to start, but just pressed his body against Wang Zhen.

His height is a big difference from Wang Zhen, his cadence is about the same, but his legs are shorter.

Wang Zhen was more than 30 meters away from the line of the big forbidden area, which was enough to complete the acceleration with all his might.

Javi Alvaro was quickly thrown away, and after shaking him off, Wang Zhen approached the goalpost!

Faced with this situation, Istabaan leaned towards the right post without hesitation, hoping to block Wang Zhen's shot.

Bohr, the commentator of German Radio 2, trembled with excitement: "Come on...... Here it comes! Here it comes! ”

Wang Zhen looked at Istaban with disdain and got up directly.

Outside instep volley!

"The outside instep volley that has been lost for a long time, Wang Zhen rarely uses this trick this season, here!" Bol shouted: "Shoot!" ”

The soccer ball flew out, turned ninety degrees, and flew parallel to the goal.

Istaban was happy that Wang Zhen was jerking off, but there were some doubts in his heart, why is this shot so familiar?

When the ball was close to the left post of the goal, it suddenly turned again and flew towards the goalpost!

Istabaan froze in place, he thought he had seen the attached Quaresma.

"Volley, volley, can you get in?!"

Bol clutched the microphone nervously and hunched over.

The ball approached the goal and continued to spin wildly, seemingly causing the air to be swept away.

Spun around in the air and there was a slight sound.

Getting deeper and deeper, getting closer and closer, is it a goalpost?

All the fans waited with bated breath, and under the watchful eyes, the football flew in front of the goal and landed early!

The ball hit the ground with a bigger turn and jumped over the goal line.

Before the ball flew into the goal, just saw the ball hit the ground, Bol had already left the bench and stood up slightly with a hunched waist.

The ball eventually fell into the goal, with a strong spin, stirring up waves in the net, and still spinning in the net.

“TOOOOOOOOOR――！ Bol got up while roaring, and when the goal ended, he had already stood up, raised his head, and waved his hands passionately, like a conductor: "Hat trick, hat trick, hat trick, hat trick, Wang Zhen's third hat trick in the League Cup this season, the second hat trick against Sevilla home and away, Wang Zhen announced to the whole of Europe that he and Mainz have arrived!" Why do we like King so much and why? Because, he! He, M, of, can - score - goal! “

Entered? Istaban looked dazed, he never thought that he would have to go into the goal for the sixth time in this game to fish out the football, it was a shame, shame multiplied by six!

When Wang Zhen saw the goal, he ran directly towards the right corner area.

WANG ZHEN KICKED THE CORNER FLAGPOLE, JUMPED OUT OF THE FIELD, FOUND THE CAMERA LENS, HELD THE CAMERA LENS WITH BOTH HANDS, AND SHOUTED FRANTICALLY: "LAO TZU IS GOING TO SLAUGHTER YOU, I'M GOING TO SLAUGHTER YOU, ICEINMYVEIN!" ”

Pol was stunned for a moment, and then didn't make an evaluation, because he didn't know what he was shouting, and he couldn't hear it.

The staff of the German Radio 2 immediately informed Bol, who hesitated for a moment and said: "Wang Zhen was more excited this time, and he shouted excitedly in English, translated, which means that there is cold liquid flowing in my veins." ”

I've ice water in my veins, I'm cold-blooded!

Just like Wang Zhen said, Lao Tzu just wants to slaughter you, leave a line in everything, leave it to the ghosts, Lao Tzu just wants to make up for the last knife!

(To be continued.) )