Chen Ting came to the sidelines to start warming up, and the fans in the stands were also agitated.

The fans of Grand Paris booed and all kinds of insults.

"Yellow Skinned Boy, go back to the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Is the coward finally tempted to play? Waste stuff, you can't change anything when you play! ”

"Don't think about competing for the French Golden Boot, you don't deserve the big Ibuti shoes!"

“……”

In the face of the fans' abuse, Chen Ting's face was calm, and he knew that only by using his strength could he shut up this group of crazy fans.

Seeing Chen Ting being shocked, the fans in Montpellier were not indifferent.

Loud cheers echoed through the stadium, and many fans looked eagerly.

They desperately need a goal to counter the fans of Grand Paris.

Chen Ting turned to look at the stands of the project Montpellier and waved his hand.

For the fans of his own team, Chen Ting still has a good impression.

Since coming to Montpellier, these fans have given him a lot of support.

In the 70th minute of the game, Da Paris's Ibrahimovic kicked another long-range shot from the outside of the box.

Carried in the arms of Montpellier's goalkeeper Pierre.

Dead ball.

The fourth official on the sidelines held up the substitution card.

Chen Ting appeared.

Montpellier's substituted striker hugged Chen Ting before walking to the bench.

Chen Ting came to his position and attracted the attention of many players on the field.

Montpellier players such as Milo and Van den Bowman breathed a sigh of relief with hope in their eyes.

Although it was a difficult game, it was fortunate that the opponent only scored one goal.

As long as Chen Ting can score in the last 20 minutes, he can equalize.

That's big Paris! Equalising is definitely big news.

Ibrahimovic crossed his hands on his hips and looked at Chen Ting not far away.

He is not as hostile to Chen Ting as the fans of Grand Paris, but very relaxed.

He knew the news that Chen Ting was going to win the French Golden Boot, and even admired Chen Ting's courage a little.

However, he doesn't think Chen Ting has the ability to compete with him for the Golden Boot.

Maybe in another five or six years, there will be a chance.

After all, the opponent is only a seventeen-year-old player, and he already has many years of competition experience.

Ibrahimovic shook his head with a smile and focused on his game.

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

Montpellier's goalkeeper Pierre sent the ball out and it to Babette, who was next to the box.

Babette is good at interception, and his work is not bad with his feet.

Flick the ball on your toes, dribble past one of the Parisian midfielders and move forward.

Cavani stepped forward to press, but Babette stopped holding it up and knocked the ball across to Van den Bowman on the left.

Van den Bowman was prepared, did not stop the ball, and passed directly to Chen Ting on the left wing.

Chen Ting got a football for the first time after he came on the field, and his opponent was Grand Paris, so he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

In the face of the powerful Grand Paris, it is not easy for teammates to pass the ball to their feet, and Chen Ting cherishes this opportunity very much.

He picked up his speed as fast as he could, swooping towards the penalty area of Paris.

Van den Bowman in midfield and Milo on the right were both in search of an opportunity.

It was Montpellier's most dangerous attack of the game.

Montpellier had more than five defenders coming to the half of the Grand Paris.

The Parisian defenders reacted quickly, with defender Thiago Silva and midfielder Motta pressing Chen Ting at the same time.

One got stuck in his offensive lane, and the other blocked his pass to the right.

At this time, Chen Ting had come to a position about 35 meters away from the goal, and in the face of the encirclement of the two, there was definitely no chance to break through.

Chen Ting's eyes narrowed.

I can only shoot from a distance.

Chen Ting stretched out his right foot and flicked the ball to the right.

Thiago Silva, who was next to him, raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that Chen Ting wanted to shoot.

There was a hint of joy in his eyes, long-range shots need to be accumulated, and if the timing is right, he can snatch the ball in these tenths of a second.

At the moment when Ting Chen got up, Thiago Silva moved.

He slid a tackle at Chen Ting, and the target was the football at his feet.

Chen Ting was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so fast.

There is no time to shoot on goal.

Forcing a shot on goal would only squander this hard-earned opportunity.

In a flash of lightning, Chen Ting put down his raised right leg, stabbed the ball to the ball on tiptoe, and transferred the ball to the feet of Van den Bowman, who was inserted in the middle.

Van den Bowman unloaded with ease and played the ball into the space on the right side of the Grand Paris goal.

It was a clever pass that didn't go straight to Milo, but to his path.

Milo gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit, getting rid of the big Parisian midfielder Matuidi who was closely following him.

After coming to the right side of the goal and holding the ball at his feet, Milo looked up to the left.

Chen Ting still has two players in front of him, and it is difficult to pass the ball over.

A look of determination flashed in Milo's eyes, and he looked at the goal and got up directly.

"Bang!"

The shot was of high quality and went straight into the far corner.

However, the goalkeeper of Grand Paris, Duchez, was not a good stubble, and in the face of this menacing shot, he saw the right moment and jumped up.

The body is fully stretched out, and the tip of the right finger touches the soccer ball, changing the course of the soccer team.

Didn't enter!

Montpellier got a corner from the left.

Milo clenched his fists and slammed the air in frustration.

Montpellier were at a disadvantage on the pitch and it was not easy to put together a decent attack, but it was wasted on its own.

Milo looked at Chen Ting with a complicated expression.

secretly said in his heart: If it were him, this ball would definitely go in, right?

Chen Ting's mood at the moment is also very solemn.

Even if you have the skill to shoot from a distance, you must have a chance to shoot!

These players in Grand Paris are very conscious, and as soon as they have the idea of shooting, they are judged by the opponent.

Looks like we'll have to think of something else.

Chen Ting looked at the football that flew out of bounds, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

The width of the Parc des Princes pitch is 68 metres, and the distance from the corner kick area to the goal is about 30 metres.

Definitely meets the conditions for long-range shots.

His long-range shooting skills only emphasize distance, and there is no rule on what specific way you need to shoot.

In that case, let's try a corner kick straight to the goal!

Didn't David Beckham also score a corner against El Salvador a year ago?

After having an idea, Chen Ting took the initiative to walk to the corner kick area.

Van den Bowman was awarded a corner on the left side of Montpellier because of his delicate footwork that allowed him to find his team-mates in front of goal.

Chen Ting went straight to Van den Bowman, who was about to serve.

"Brother, let me do this corner!"