The referee of this game, Michael Oliver, was depressed. Before the game, the referee told him to watch out for violence on the pitch during this game, especially the Arsenal number nine.

Eric Deere's foul is very obvious, Michael Oliver wanted to blow the whistle, but seeing that Qiansheng did not fall to the ground, and soon touched the ball, in line with the principle of offensive advantage, he planned to wait for Qiansheng to shoot, and then go up to pursue Eric Diere's bold and blatant bad foul in broad daylight.

Who knew that this unconscious Chinese teenager was so angry, he didn't celebrate after scoring a goal, and he was about to punch people when he turned around.

Fortunately, his teammates quickly pulled him down, otherwise, I am afraid that two people will be sentenced again in the opening minutes, how can this game continue?

It's just that it's still so early, although the Arsenal kid set a record and scored a hat-trick to lead the home team in just a few minutes, but if Eric Dill is punished, the game will lose suspense early, but Tottenham's foul on No. 15 is too obvious, if you start lightly, it is obvious that the game will be out of control.

He secretly scolded Dill in his stomach for giving him problems, but he always had to face it. Calming down, Michael Oliver came to the excited and scolded Qiansheng and his face was pale, clenched his fists between Eric Dil, who was protected by his teammates, and waved his hands to signal the players on both sides to take a step back.

Then Oliver made a silent gesture in the face of Qiansheng who was scolding "sh-it, fu-ck" England, and Danny Welbeck quickly covered the mouth of Qiansheng who was still scolding.

Oliver shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head and said to the Tottenham midfielder seriously: "Your foul this time is very bad, I hope you pay attention to your actions, as long as you foul again, it will no longer be a warning, and you will be punished directly!" With that, he took the topaz from his chest and pointed at Diel, then held it high.

Tottenham captain Hugo Lloris knows that his teammates are at a loss, and this foul should be given to Ruby in principle, but fortunately because Arsenal is currently leading early, if Tottenham plays more with less so early, this game loses suspense, and it will be boring, but Mr. Referee also showed his own scale this time, if the Tottenham player fouls more, he will not be soft.

In any case, Dille was finally not sent off, and Lloris breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not sent off, there was still a chance to get it back for so long. Lloris patted Dill on the shoulder, gave a few words, and then turned to return to goal.

The Arsenal players know that they are still in a great advantage in this situation, at least Tottenham will shrink back in defense after that, and dare not be so tough, captain Per Mertesacker walked in front of Qiansheng and wanted to comfort this great hero, but saw this bastard shake off Welbeck's hand vigorously, and pointed at Dill with an angry face and shouted to the referee Oliver: "This bastard pulls my clothes, it's a serious foul!" Why don't you give a red card! You're blind??? Qiansheng pointed to his eyes, then closed them, then opened them, and then made a gesture of pulling out the cards.

Wow! Qiansheng's action shocked everyone present, and the teammates around him were stunned.

Arsène Wenger felt his scalp tingle on the sidelines, he never expected that Qiansheng would be so bold to make a provocative move to the referee.

Arsene Wenger hurriedly called Victor Bellerin, who was closest to him: "Tell Pell to intercede with the referee and ask the others to take him away!" Fast! ”

Bellerin quickly ran over and called a few teammates to pull the chattering Qiansheng away, and then told captain Per Mertesacker to explain to the referee.

Mertesacker hurriedly pleaded with Oliver, the referee with bruises on his forehead and a black face: "Mr. referee, I'm sorry, please understand Xia Qian's mood, he didn't mean to provoke you, he just vented his dissatisfaction with Tottenham's No. 15......"

Oliver waved his hand and said, "I know, you're the captain, and you know the big picture, and you know why I didn't send off Deere." ”

Mertesacker nodded, and Oliver continued: "I won't care about it for your sake of intercession this time, but you have to calm his emotions well, so as not to cause any trouble in the future." But don't think that I can do whatever I want if I keep an eye on them, and if you make a big move, I will not show mercy. ”

Mertesack nodded yes again and again, and secretly wiped a cold sweat in his heart. This little ancestor, his temper is so big, if it weren't for the referee himself being a little unreasonable, otherwise Qiansheng's provocative move just now would definitely be to eat a card for nothing.

At Oliver's urging, players from both sides returned to the field to prepare for the restart of the game. Qiansheng's teammates talked badly, and Arsène Wenger and Thierry Henry couldn't stop calling Qiansheng over on the sidelines, finally suppressed the kid's anger.

No way, this little ancestor is now Arsenal's baby, setting so many records in the north London derby, and helping the team to lead 3-0 early, as long as nothing else, this derby can be won. Such a great hero, there can be no accidents, you must hold it, hold it, and offer it as an ancestor.

However, they will never know that this Chinese child, who has entered society since he was a child, has been bullied and developed a ruffian personality who will repay his eyes is a restless master. As long as this little ancestor receives the other party's provocation, if he doesn't find the field, the name of the little divine dragon of Qiming Courtyard will be in vain.

Qiansheng, who was standing in the middle circle with his hands crossed and waiting for the opponent to kick off, squinted at Eric Dill with an ugly face on the opposite side, and thought: "White fat man, dare to pull your dry grandfather's clothes, almost ruined grandpa's good deeds, you give Lao Qiangrandpa and I wait, Lao Tzu doesn't beat you fat man down, Lao Tzu, this little dragon, will be renamed Little Loach!" ”

Eric Dill shuddered suddenly, and he looked up at the sky blankly, only to see a thin stream of rain pouring down from the sky.

It's raining, and it's not easy to have a sunny day in London.

The clash on the field just now was met with mixed reactions from all sides.

In the Sky Sports live room, Paul Merson and Charlie Nicholas, two brainless fans, condemned Tottenham No. 15 Erik Dill and scolded the referee for being soft-hearted and not to punish the initiator. actually supported Qiansheng's provocative move against the referee, and rolled his eyes at Graeme Souness on the side.

Martin Taylor frowned, and Graeme Souness saw it and asked suspiciously, "Martin, what's wrong?" Arsenal are now far ahead by a big score, and it is no surprise that winning the derby and overtaking Tottenham Hotspur in second place will be a foregone conclusion, what are you worried about? ”

Martin Taylor shook his head and said, "As long as Qiansheng is still on the field, Arsenal will have no problem in this game." However, I think Arsène should replace him right away, and then the rest of the time is just a matter of defending. ”

Graeme Souness was stunned, replacing the goal-scorer so early? There are still 80 minutes to go, and with the hot state, it is possible to score again, and no matter which coach it is, it is impossible to replace him.

Martin Taylor sighed and said, "Graeme, I'm a fifteen-year-old. ”

What does Graeme Souness seem to perceive, fifteen, fifteen? Yes! He's still a minor!

Before he knew it, Qiansheng set a record hat-trick that made almost everyone forget the age of this talented striker.

There is no way, in two consecutive games, as long as you understand football, you can see that the composure shown by Qiansheng when shooting does not match his actual age, which makes people feel that this teenager does not look like a minor, but like a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old adult striker who has been on the battlefield for a long time and has scored countless goals.

In the BT live broadcast room, Leo Ferdinand kept asking the people around him with a shocked face: "Is this kid really Chinese?" Is he really only fifteen? ”

Lynsey Shipgrave exclaimed, "I've watched the game for years, I've seen countless talented players, and I haven't seen a fifteen-year-old who is so calm in the biggest game. He can't change his age, right? ”

Jokes aside, the Premier League's scrutiny is very strict, and those common changes in the age of the country are not seen in European football at all.

Michael Owen smiled at Ian Wright, who was smiling from ear to ear, and said: "Ian, congratulations to Arsenal, finally have a nine. Arsenal will be league champions this season. ”

Steve Gerrard exclaimed: "Michael, this kid only had three shots on goal, and he scored every time, this goal efficiency is undoubtedly the first in the Premier League, and at this age, you are ...... at that time"

Michael Owen generously said: "I was still training with the youth team at that time. Qian is indeed better than me, and if it goes well, I think his achievements will not be worse than Ronnie's. ”

Other guests also congratulated this Arsenal legend, who is also their senior.

Leo Ferdinand sourly said: "Our Marcus has more potential. ”

Ian Wright gave him a blank look: "Marcus handed in a blank in the last game for 90 minutes. Dry is now five league goals. As he spoke, his left hand was like a four-hand hand, and his right hand spread out and shook five fingers in front of him.

The left hand represents the total number of goals scored by Manchester United teenager Marcus Rashford, and the right hand is naturally the number of goals scored by his parent team.

Leo Ferdinand blushed, snorted lightly, turned his head, and thought: "Damn, it's really unpleasant to look at this old man's smug appearance, go back and wait for Ryan to practice for this kid Marcus, let this kid score more goals, and he must surpass Arsenal, the Chinese kid!" ”

On a pitch in Birmingham, Marcus Rashford, who was preparing for pre-match training, suddenly sneezed a few times, rubbed his nose, and muttered secretly: "Which one is talking about me behind my back?" ”

In the Xinying Sports studio, the two commentators sang praises to the cadres who had been flattened by them before. There's no way, the backstage staff relayed the boss's dissatisfaction with their commentary work through headphones, saying that many viewers called, and netizens on the Internet were complaining about them, the boss spoke, if the audience was not satisfied, they would be refrigerated for a few days.

Looking at the Qiansheng running on the TV screen, Jin Kai and Liu Yong shook their heads with a wry smile and glanced at each other, where did they think that this compatriot would be so rebellious, breaking various records held by the Premier League and even world football one after another, causing him to be frequently slapped in the face.

On the domestic Internet, the comments are constantly updated.

"Wow, Qiansheng is so awesome, a hat trick of 2 minutes and 36 seconds, there is no one before or after!"

"On behalf of the Chinese Arsenal fans, Emperor Zhiqiu sent a congratulatory message to congratulate Qiansheng on setting a record!"

"Qiansheng, Qiansheng, mighty and domineering, Messi Ronaldo, hurry up and bow down!"

"Upstairs, be careful that the people of the plum mule will kill you!"

"What are you afraid of, you don't support your compatriots, but you go to kneel and lick foreigners, if you want to decide, we are not afraid!"

"Brothers, it is suggested that we organize a natural group to serve the Qiansheng Regiment!"

"Upstairs, what's the service? Do you want to collect money? ”

"Nima, brothers, who has friends in London, fuck the guy and cut that Tottenham bastard called Diel!"

"The referee gave me a yellow card for such an obvious foul!"

"Could the referee be engaging in racial discrimination, bullying our little cadres?"

"Wouldn't it? Brothers, let's go to London! ”

"Forget it, I'll wash and sleep in the past, don't make trouble, watch the ball!"

……

The drizzling rain was falling in White Hart Lane, and Qiansheng stepped on the gradually damp turf, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, looking at Tottenham No. 15 who was struggling, and sneered in his heart: "Big fatty, soon you will know what hell is!" ”

(PS: At the beginning, the author said that he was writing in his spare time, so the author has little time to code words, and there is no manuscript saving, so it is difficult to update quickly at present.) What the author can guarantee is to keep changing, at least one update, two changes under normal circumstances. When the author has enough manuscripts, there will be an explosion! The protagonist is about to embark on a crazy show, with the North London derby taking place...... Collection and recommendation reward is not powerful, as a last resort, Xiao Qiansheng shouted: Readers, big brothers, please collect, if you have recommended votes, vote more, the day of fattening this book is the day when the readers are crooked. Please! ）

PS: Today's update, the author needs to conceive the next transitional chapter, and readers and friends are welcome to give some suggestions, the plot should let the protagonist meet the heroine? Or is there another story going on? Tomorrow's two shifts will end the plot of the White Hart Lane battle, and then transition a period into the next week's schedule.

This book has been successfully signed A, for the author as a newcomer, this excitement is simply beyond words to describe, I can't wait to stand on the balcony and shout: "Brother is a writer!" ”