Puel rushed out of his seat, almost falling down because he was so excited, but he didn't care at all, because he saw the victory, he saw the championship. Eight?? 1 Chinese ?(a).

The Lille fans who came to the away stadium also gave the biggest cheers, enveloping the unwilling Lyon fans.

"Reeves, hooray!"

Reeves spread his arms and glided to the sidelines, joining the celebratory crowd.

Teammates soon swarmed to flood Reeves under the stands.

'It's Reves' 38th goal and with 10 games to go, he's setting a horrible number and no one in Ligue 1 can stop him from scoring.'

Hollier looked at Reeves, who was crushed by his teammates, and shook his head helplessly.

Despite already taking this guy seriously, he still allowed him to score two goals, and compared to the first leg, Chris was completely unable to defend against the opponent.

It seems that there will be adjustments at halftime.

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After the restart, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half as Juninho Jr. conceded another goal in midfield.

Back in the locker room, Reeves was once again surrounded by his teammates to celebrate.

"I knew you could!"

"A few more goals in the second half!"

"Of course!" Reeves is incredibly confident, he's already beaten Chris into a sieve, and it's only a matter of time before he scores again.

Reeves pulled the team doctor and asked about Pauletta's goals in the other game.

He still cares a lot about the shooter battle with Pauletta.

'He scored two goals too! The two of you are still two goals apart! ”

Reeves regretted it, and couldn't help but sigh at Pauletta's perversion, at such an age, it is really a demon to be able to maintain such a good state in the second half of the season.

But Reeves is also confident in himself.

Isn't it just a two-goal gap, and there are still ten rounds to see who is the king of Ligue 1 goalscorers.

Puel walked in, the dressing room fell silent, everyone looked at the manager expectantly, and the two-goal lead over Lyon in the first half was good enough.

"Well done, I'm satisfied." As soon as Puel finished speaking, the locker room was lively again.

Puel pressed his hands down, and the excitement receded again.

"However, the game is not over yet, hold on for another 45 minutes, maintain the tactics of the first half, and build a battery for Reeves! Victory must be ours! ”

On the other hand, Houllier is trying to save morale,

"It's not scary to be eliminated from the Champions League, it's scary to lose your desire to win! Cheer up, you still have league titles to fight for, don't let others take away the trophy that belongs to us. "The tone is impassioned, but the effect is mediocre.

Houllier shook his head secretly, gave up the plan to boost morale, and began to arrange the tactics of the second half, hoping to replace the morale boost and save the situation through tactical adjustments.

"In the second half, the attack went on the wing, and Florent and Sid strengthened the breakthrough on the two wings."

Malouda and Govu nodded.

"Aarau retreats in the middle, and in the second half you help Maris defend Reeves."

A-Diarra nodded yes.

Chris's heart was relieved, although he was a little unwilling, but he knew that Reeves at this moment could not cope with it alone. With the help of the strong A-Diarra, Chris felt he could take on Reeves again.

At the start of the second half, Reeves received the ball with a double trap from A-Diarra and Chris.

Compared to Chris, A. Diarra is tall, reaching 1.9o, and his body is also very strong, not losing Reeves' strength at all, plus the fast Chris, this is an excellent defensive combination.

But Reeves is not afraid of the bag of the two, the bag cannot be the whole game, he quickly thought of a way, turned the tiger away from the mountain, and broke it separately.

This A-Diarra is far inferior to M-Diarra, who transferred to Real Madrid, and that Diarra can't stop himself from scoring, this Diarra is at most just a little twisted and turned.

Reeves passed the ball back, gave up direct confrontation, and the man took a few steps back away from the box, separating A-Diarra and Chris and receiving the ball in front of the box.

A-Diarra quickly posted it.

Reeves flicked the ball to his side and ran to the other side, intending to split the ball and use it to get past the strong, slow-moving guy.

"The ball is divided, beautiful!"

Reeves swiped lightly past A-Diarra's side.

A-Diarra was slightly hesitant about chasing people or chasing the ball, and the turn was already slow, just a breath of time, and he was rushed by Reeves. He subconsciously tried to pull Reeves' jersey, but only caught a gust of wind.

The only one standing in front of Reeves is Chris,

Chris wanted to scold, how could he face Reeves by himself again, and his body subconsciously took a step back.

"Stop him!"

Kupe's voice rang out behind Chris, who slammed back to his retreating steps,

Can't go back anymore!

Chris, as the core of Lyon's rear, has his dignity, and even if he knows that he is defeated, he cannot back down.

Chris lunged at Reeves.

Reeves lifted his foot to shoot from distance.

Chris's new display of long-range shooting ability against Reeves was intended to destroy the ball before Reeves could shoot and slid straight into the tackle.

Reeves' long-range shot was a feint, though.

As Chris got his foot down, Reeves took the ball forward and it passed.

One more!

In front of Reeves, there was only Kupe in front of the goal, catching up with the football and shooting directly with his feet!

Kupe kept an eye on Reeves, and when he saw him shoot from distance, he was ready to make a save, but he was not sure at all, and he tried his best to prevent the ball from hitting his five fingers, and this time the shot was closer, and he could only pray that Reeves would shoot wide.

Reeves's shot was so powerful that all the energy of his body flew off his instep with the football!

Bang bang!

When the sound came, Kupe felt a ball of lightning rush in front of him.

Kupe frantically raised his hands, but the ball flew over his head into the goal, and Kupe raised his hands not like a save, but like a surrender.

The ball-wrapped wind lifted Kupe's head, and the chill in the air took advantage of the void to wake him up from his panic.

The first sound Kupe heard when he woke up was a "swish" from behind him, and he knew it was the sound of a football bringing up a net.

Kupe's face turned pale and he lost the ball again!

“goooooooooooooooooaL!!!!!!!!!! Reeves scored again and he scored a hat-trick! ”

"Lille leads Lyon by three goals, the win is decided!"