Hazard's dribbling break began, and his tempo was fast, a distance that was enough for him to make an initial start.

France's two centre-backs, Koscielny and Umtiti, instantly became nervous and flustered, which laid the groundwork for Hazard's breakthrough.

This is a normal emotion, in the final, falling behind, just pulling back a ball, the opponent came to the penalty area again, all kinds of elements are intertwined, so that the legs of the two seem to be filled with lead!

And this is also a point that is easy to be exploited by offensive players!

After a simple left-footed feint, Hazard cut inside the box, shook off Koscielny and fired a right-footed volley again.

Umtiti was already defending the feint, and he was afraid that Hazard's continued inward cut would directly break down the French defence.

"Bang!"

But what he didn't expect was that Stamford Bridge variation maestro Hazard slid the ball straight forward this time and didn't continue to cut inside.

It's a change, an amazing change!

Hazard still made a thought in the high-speed breakthrough and predicted Umtiti's prediction!

At this time, Umtiti was extremely embarrassed, his legs were uncontrollable because of excessive tension, and after handing over his center of gravity to the outside, he saw Hazard pass through the inside.

After the center of gravity of his body was fighting left and right, he fell firmly behind him.

This goal is very close to the breakthrough that Messi shook down Boateng in the Champions League!

It's a crime!

"Bang!"

Eden Hazard knocked over the France defence and volleyed the ball straight into the far corner.

The ball quickly slammed into the side-netting, leaving Lloris in place with a desperate look in his eyes.

The ball is in again!

Belgium's third goal of the first half!

It happened just after the French had just regained some hope!

“Yeahhhhhh……！！”

At this moment, Hazard clenched his fists tightly and roared loudly, mixing with the shouts of the Belgian fans in attendance.

Most people can only see his mouth wide open and excited, but they can't hear his shouts.

That's because there were nearly 40,000 Belgian fans cheering with him at this moment!

Hazard even forgot to run to celebrate, and after scoring the goal, he stood there and yelled.

Does this mean a release of stress for him?

No one else knows it, only that it was a brilliant and important goal!

"Rika Blossom!!"

Chen Yufeng rushed to Hazard's side and turned his back to Hazard and motioned for him to jump up.

Hazard quickly jumped on Chen Yufeng's back, and was carried by Chen Yufeng to start the parade to celebrate, while excitedly picking up the stalk, "Is it fragrant?!" ”

"Hahahaha!"

Every Belgian player who came up laughed and hugged each other in a dream.

Is this really the final?

They really played so well that they were two goals ahead of France in just one half?!

The painful first defeat, the difficult entry into the knockout round, and then the Welsh team's targeting, the Portuguese referee's crazy targeting, to the present......

Everyone can't imagine that the last scene of the story will come so easily!

"Wow! The Belgian team actually continued to expand the score advantage in an instant after kick-off! Eden Hazard is in great form! ”

CCTV commentary seat, even He Wei, who is used to seeing big scenes, felt that the scene in front of him was a little incredible, and raised his eyebrows: "He always seems to be in this kind of key battle, and he likes to stand up and finalize the result of the game!" ”

"The Belgians rejected a one-goal lead, they also wanted to keep the two-goal advantage into midfield!"

'The French players had to accept the reality that Pogba's goal was offset by Eden Hazard's, and the counter-attack they had just organised came to an abrupt halt!

"Chen Yufeng, an easy assist!"

“……”

Pogba, the hero of the French team's goal just now, happened to be standing at the front of the French team's penalty area at the moment, crossing his waist and revealing a very naïve expression.

His eyes widened, revealing a lot of whites, which were extremely obvious under his black skin, and people saw his shock and confusion.

If he had to find a more appropriate adjective, his expression at the moment was a bit like that of a god thinking about life.

What's that?

This goal scored?

Didn't we just score a goal and close the gap a bit?!

This is probably Pogba's psychological characteristic at this time.

He's probably the kind of guy who, clear chaos, looks a little stupidly confused.

The rest of the French players are different, they are normal frustration and pain.

Griezmann wiped his nose and frowned and walked towards the center circle again, looking in a bad mood.

Even N'Golo Kante, who has always been emotionally stable, spread his hands towards Koscielny and Umtiti at the moment, as if he was very helpless about the defense of the two.

"Koscielny, guard him in, he's not a big threat to go to your inside, the angle is small." Umtiti grumbled at Koscielny, who seemed speechless at the moment.

He knew that he would be like Boateng, who would be edited into memes, circulated to the world, and nagged for the rest of his life.

"I can't help it, that place must be blocked, you're the last one, just stand still." Koscielny was obviously not convinced, and replied directly.

There were mistakes on both sides of the ball, so how could he let Umtiti throw the blame on him?

"Stop arguing and play well! Don't you know what kind of game this is playing? Evra came over and shouted, his roar still working.

Even if he has been played a lot and is average, he is still the big brother of this team.

The two centre-backs of the French team calmed down a little and came together to give high-fives and get back together, and they really couldn't break down on their own.

The half-time whistle sounded soon after, and the players from both sides returned to the dressing room to rest.

"Oh...... Oo......oo ”

The scene suddenly fell into a wave of red clothes, and the cheers of the Belgian fans lasted for a long time, directly occupying the Stade de France.

"We're going to be champions!"

"Let's win the first European Championship in the team's history! We are the kings of Europe! ”

"Paris? St. Denis? The Stade de France? It's truly a great place to celebrate, romantic and passionate! ”

"Hahaha, we're going to win this game!"

They are like the infantry who have successfully attacked the city, and they are now celebrating wildly on the top of the city of another country.

As the host France, and as the original famous French people in the area, it is undoubtedly very heartbreaking to see this scene.

But what can they do, the rivalry between the fans is also based on the confrontation between the two sides on the pitch, and with the French team in such a situation, they can't say anything.

This will go to fight with the Belgians, that can only be self-inflicted, and nothing can be said!

Pain and sadness spread here, even if no one left the game early, even if they still believed that the French team had a chance to come back, they really couldn't keep a good mood anymore.

…………

Soon after, the Belgian team dressing room.

The players walked back for their final replenishment and rest.

'I really thought it was going to be a tough game because we would fall behind a couple of times and even go into extra time to fight it out.

Vertonghen, who didn't play today, was waiting for everyone for a long time, and when he saw everyone coming in, he quickly said: "Who can imagine, brothers, three to one at halftime!" ”

"You guys did so well, I feel like I've seen the European Cup trophies have been moved into the dressing room, hahaha!"

He seemed very cheerful, and even the sadness of not showing up was diluted.

"Okay boys, perfect half-time."

Wilmots also walked in, put down the look on the outside, shook hands and high-fived each player, looked very excited, "Win the final victory, and then we'll celebrate together in the stadium, in the dressing room, and then we will celebrate again when we go back to Belgium, okay?" ”

With that, he waved his hand behind him, and an assistant coach quickly came over with four cases of beer and placed them on the table.

"Whether you want to have a good drink later, or get drunk early and forget the pain and go to bed early, the decision is up to you."

"Come on kids!"

Seeing the four cases of beer, many players immediately pursed their lips, as if they were a little greedy.

It's not that they like to drink, it's that they like the feeling of celebrating when they're drunk.

"I've got to get excited to taste what the fuck this wine tastes like." Hazard took off his sneakers and touched the outer packaging of his beer.

"Me too." De Bruyne did not hide and pinched, but also expressed his interest.

"So the locker room is going to be our first fight off the field?" Chen Yufeng asked with a smile, looking forward to it.

"Of course."

Mr. Wilmots replied, touched his belly, and said, "You can try today if the wheel battle can turn me over." ”

"Hahahaha......"

A burst of laughter rang out here, a relaxed atmosphere permeated the place, and everything was not yet ready for the final release.

The Belgian players were waiting for the moment when the final whistle blew.

…………

On the other side, the French team dressing room.

All the players sat in their seats and said nothing.

Coach Didier Deschamps was propping his hands on the table at the moment, thinking about something with a serious expression, and he didn't speak either.

At that time, French Prime Minister Valls suddenly walked in from outside.

He was wearing a suit, with only one bodyguard by his side, and walked into the French team locker room very kindly.

Apparently, the well-known politician also sat in the stands on one side of the pitch today.

"Mr. Prime Minister."

Many French players saw him and immediately greeted him.

Valls waved his hand for everyone to sit down, and continued; "Football tactics, I certainly don't understand as much as Mr. Deschamps."

"But I hope that at the Stade de France today, you can keep the honour that belongs to France and leave this trophy in France."

"You know, there are countless people out there watching you, and all the French people are watching you today, and they don't want us to go home empty-handed."

At this point, his expression became a little more serious, "Boys, do something for France, bring together all the people of this country, this country needs your help." ”

He didn't speak loudly, but it carried a lot of weight.

This is a prime minister who loves football very much, and has been criticized by people for watching the Champions League final for 10 years on a public plane.

He understands football and what it means to a country.

A victory in a major football tournament is worth countless calls to speech.

Seeing Vals' resolute eyes, the players of the French team exhaled deeply, as if they had found something again.

Yes, they are not playing for themselves, but for the whole of France.

"Mr. Deschamps, I'll leave it to you next."

After Valce finished speaking, he was ready to leave, put his right hand on Deschamps's shoulder, and said heavily: "If you can, let our people see a victory." ”

"I'll do my best." Deschamps hugged Vals before moving off the tactical board to make some adjustments.

(End of chapter)