Luke's voice of extreme worship echoed on the dragon court, and his thin face, because he was too hard, at this moment, it was more like he had been drained of blood, and he looked extremely hateful.

At least in the eyes of the commentators in Porto, it's so hateful, "Damn it, damn it!" ”

Such a wonderful arc, such a spiritual goal, actually appeared on the opponent, and his own team became a victim.

When the commentator of Porto saw this ball, his heart was stirring, and he was also gritting his teeth at this time and did not make any sound.

You know, in that Hao's materials, it shows that he is only eighteen years and three months old.

The Porto commentator knows exactly what that means, the youngest owner of a Champions League hat-trick.

Shame, great shame.

Even though his team is now winning 4-3, he has stolen all the limelight.

It is estimated that the whole world will be singing about that Hao after that, and it is just a passing mention of his team.

It's so hateful!

Just as the players of Porto thought, when Xiang Hao scored this grain of strength and spirituality, all the people who commented on the game were stupid, and then they talked wildly.

"This, this goal, if I'm not mistaken, Wayne Rooney should have been eighteen years and more than three hundred days old when he scored a hat-trick in the Champions League."

Seeing the ball, Lineker was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Mortenson inquiringly, as if he had to ask, and the anticipation and excitement in his eyes were self-evident.

"That's right, eighteen years and three hundred and thirty-five days, and Hao is eighteen years and one hundred and thirty-five days, a full two hundred days ahead."

Mortensen gave Lineker a definite answer, and said: "Also, Hao Ke is a midfielder, he is not a striker, which means that the youngest Mr. hat-trick in the history of the Champions League, is a midfielder, or a midfielder. ”

The tone was full of pride and restrained pride.

The youngest Champions League hat trick in history was kicked out by Xiang Hao.

Pride and pride, this is the truest psychology of Arsenal fans and Xiang Hao fans at this time.

Even if they are still 3-4 down, it can't stop them from spreading this emotion.

"Ahh Hao Hao Hao - Hao! Our Ho! ”

“****、****、****！ Hat-trick, hat-trick, well done! ”

"Wow, Hao, Hao, I know that Hao is the best, I love you Hao, I love you Hao!

"Awesome, too awesome, Xiang Bawang, the overlord is hard to bow up, it's really domineering, hat trick, rub!"

"It's so handsome, oh my God, if only my future boyfriend were as handsome as him!"

"Wait for the small head, my overlord will take it, it's as easy as a !!"

…

Forums, social platforms, all pages related to Arsenal fans and Xiang Hao climaxed in an instant, full of praise and worship for Xiang Hao.

If the live broadcast is still like this, then the live one is even crazier.

"Hao - the only god!"

"Hao - the only god!"

"Hao - the only god!"

…

More than 500 people shouted in unison, and their mouths were wide open, all of which were excited and could not be quelled.

At this moment, Xiang Hao is no longer the power of a god in their hearts, but a god, a god who can create many miracles.

And Xiang Hao, when he scored this goal, wanted to rush over and celebrate with the fans watching the game.

But he has already been dragged by his own teammates, you touch it, I hug it, all the Arsenal players are so excited that it is difficult to say their praise for him, and they can only use practical actions to praise him.

Everyone was like holding a baby, uniting around Xiang Hao.

Although he was hugged and hugged by his teammates, he had no choice but to endure it and share the joy of scoring with them.

At this moment, Wenger has suspended the substitution, at this time, it should not be replaced, otherwise it will be scolded to death by those fans and commentators.

"Hat-trick, hat-trick! Summer time? Xiang scored a hat-trick in the Champions League, the youngest hat-trick man, oh my God, what did we see?

Crazy goals, crazy players, Arsenal has another amazing talent! ”

"A game that goes down in history, a great game, history was kicked out at this moment, in that second!

Unparalleled imagination, incomparable creativity, incomparable goals, Hao used his third goal to tell the world that he did not lose this game! ”

"Luckily, so lucky, luckily, the person who broke Wayne's youngest Champions League hat-trick is our Hao, it belongs to our Hao, it's so wonderful.

And you must know that Hao is not a striker who takes scoring goals as his task, he is a midfielder, a midfielder, a midfielder, and a midfielder! ”

"It's not Ronaldo, it's not Ronaldinho, it's not Cristiano Ronaldo, it's not Messi, it's not Torres.

A midfielder broke a record that should have been controlled by a striker, what a magical moment, Hao created a miracle, an almost irreproducible miracle. ”

'At this moment, I wish it was Arsenal who were leading the way, not Porto, they ruined a perfect night, it was too bad.

I think countless fans have the same idea, maybe Hao can't conquer a team, but at this moment, he conquered all of us, and we don't want Arsenal to lose. ”

…

All the commentators sent praise and praise, and at this moment, everyone was conquered by Xiang Hao.

When the classics fade, the record is always the most intuitive impression.

At the age of 18 years and 125 days, Xiang Hao became the youngest hat-trick gentleman in the history of the Champions League.

Because of this, any previous doubts turned into ridiculous and stupid remarks.

Mike and his like-minded peers all had green faces and wry smiles at this time.

In his Twitter replies, they are all "Hao; The youngest ever winner of a Champions League hat-trick. ”

Slap in the face, naked slap in the face.

But they don't have the slightest room to turn back, the facts are in front of them, and they have to accept it if they don't accept it.

The only thing they can do is hide and lick their wounds, waiting for the next time they come out to bite.

Now, they just looked at each other helplessly, and swallowed this bitter fruit together.

"Don't worry, I don't believe that Hao can continue to be so magical, if he can continue to be magical, the first half will not be so miserable, this is just an accident."

Looking at these peers, with some 'back down and hesitation' eyes, Mike secretly screamed in his heart.

As the performance of that damn Oriental man became better and better, the Haohei Alliance that he had won over became less and less solid.

The reporter who joined the Daily Telegraph has slowly changed his style to the fucking Oriental doglegs.

Mike didn't want to end up alone and alone, that would be too bleak, and when he saw them shaken, he immediately whispered to comfort them.

"Mike has a point, no one is going to have a smooth ride all the time.

And you think, the whole world is singing his praises, as long as we insist on ourselves, this is a monopoly, what we rely on to sell newspapers, isn't it just to attract attention.

Adhere to our characteristic road, we are not afraid of no sales, with sales, our financial road will not be broken.

Arsenal lost this game, what is the use of his youngest Champions League man, when the time comes, we just have to ask him, is he too concerned about individual performances, ignoring the whole team, see how he answers, we kill him, hehe. ”

Chubby face, round eyes, stocky figure.

This reporter from the Daily Star looks quite cute, but his mind is indeed extremely sinister.

Echoing Mike's words, he sneered and said his calculations.

His name was Mattson, and he was a former director of the Daily Star, but he was stripped of his position as director because of inaccurate reports from Stevenson and York, as well as A.T. Kearney's humiliating training.

After more than ten years, he was beaten back to his original form all of a sudden, can he hate Xiang Hao.

Coupled with the little sweetness in New York, he immediately got together with Mike and reached the Haohei duo.

"Mattson is right, if you want to hack him, there is an opportunity, as long as we find it, this piece is ours, there is sales, and there are also famous ones.

After this game, let's go and ask the damn Oriental a question, only focusing on individual offense, ignoring the defensive duty, and see what he can explain? ”

With Mattson's help, Mike was confident enough to look at his little friend excitedly.

The triangular eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and they were quite satisfied with the footnote they had found.

"Well, use that excuse to fire."

"Well, this gimmick is enough to fight, you can give it a try."

"What about the youngest Champions League hat-trick, if you lose, you lose."

…

Hearing the comfort of the Haohei duo, these tabloid reporters also felt that this was the case.

After all, the darkness of society still needs to be excavated by these people, and the truth and morality still need to be maintained by themselves, so they nodded their heads one after another.

In this way, a Haohei team is silently waiting for the end of the game, so as to wait for the opportunity to dispatch.

It's a pity that their wishes are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

In the eighty-eighth minute of the game, "Toot-! ”

With a long sharp sound, the Italian Vaseres resolutely pointed to the penalty spot after the whistle, and everyone was stunned.

"Damn, that's a fake fall, a fake fall!"

"Damn Englishmen, they are all liars, liars!"

"Damn number 19, can't you be like a man!"

"Short man, you're a shameful liar, a liar! you Made! ”

…

Seeing the Italian award a penalty, the Porto fans quit.

There was a loud, shrill noise, a loud protest, a loud curse at Wilshere.

The squirrel-like Wilshere has been running around Bendtner since he came on the court.

The game was over and the two men made a wall-kicking combination, with Wilshere smearing into the box and Bendtner immediately sending the ball behind him.

In an instant, Porto's defence was breached, and Alves hooked Wilshere as he followed, and Arsenal won the penalty.

What made the Haohei team desperate was that Xiang Hao walked to the penalty spot with the ball.