"Oh... Wonderful!" Zhang Zhidao exclaimed, seeing the arc of the ball, almost a dead angle. The goalkeeper couldn't reach it, and even with the dive, could only watch the ball cross the goal line.

"Five Sons Ascend the Platform! Zhao Gang scores with a direct free kick in the final moments of the match!" Shen Jian shouted.

"This goal allows Zhao Gang to stage a Five Sons Ascend the Platform in a single game in the Europa League! Breaking his own knockout round single-game scoring record!

And setting a new Europa League group stage and knockout round scoring record!

From this moment on, until the next player scores five goals in a single game, he will exclusively hold this unprecedented record!

The Europa League single-game scoring record, created by Zhao Gang, created by a Dragon Country player, the 18-year-old Zhao Gang!!"

Even during the most glorious era of Dragon Country football, when talent was abundant, Dragon Country players were never regulars in Europe's top leagues.

In the Champions League and Europa League, the presence of Dragon Country players was scarce. Scoring a single goal was as difficult as ascending to heaven, let alone setting a scoring record for the entire Europa League event?

"Arsenal, Manchester United, Borussia Dortmund, Sevilla, Atletico Madrid! The leading forwards of these top European teams, at least on the Europa League stage, have been surpassed by Zhao Gang! We believe that in the future, in the near future, Zhao Gang will definitely compete on the same field as Europe and the world's superstars, his name will appear on the front pages of Europe's top newspapers, and will appear on the tactics boards of every top coach!"

"He is our pride. Someday, just like leading this weak Norwich team to defeat Manchester United and eliminate Arsenal, he will also lead the Dragon Country football team... he... he will definitely shine on the world stage!" Shen Jian, hearing the information in his headset, forcibly suppressed his excitement and ended the topic.

"He will definitely become the brightest star... that sun!!!"

Shen Jian's passionate commentary made the fans in the live broadcast room tremble. They seemed to see the young man clenching his fists, spirited and energetic, sliding on his knees in celebration on the World Cup stage.

Countless fans had flags painted on their faces, waving banners in their hands, shouting ecstatically.

Those sentimental fans already had teary eyes, staring at the screen, watching Zhao Gang surrounded by people, constantly waving to the stands.

Soon, the trending searches on various portal websites were almost dominated by Zhao Gang.

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Zhao Gang, World Cup.

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Almost all the trending searches were related to Zhao Gang.

In an instant, a large number of sports bloggers began to edit videos of Zhao Gang's brilliant goals.

Even a blogger named Wang Dao had already started preparing to sell his game-worn jersey.

The entire Emirates Stadium, except for the away team's seating area, was silent.

Most of the fans had already left, leaving only about twenty thousand.

Pain, regret, frustration.

Some fans were even crying with their faces covered.

Although Arsenal had lost, the on-site announcer still dutifully reported that Zhao Gang had broken the Europa League single-game scoring record.

In the northeast corner of the stands, some Arsenal fans began to clap, their faces looking as if they had eaten shit.

This was originally a satire of the Arsenal players, but gradually, the remaining Arsenal fans stood up one after another.

As the on-site announcement continued, the applause grew louder and louder.

Soon, the entire Emirates Stadium was filled with the applause of Arsenal fans.

They stood there, their expressions slowly changing from frustration to relief.

When Zhao Gang looked around the stadium and extended his right hand in salute, the entire Emirates Stadium erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Norwich fans shrank their necks, blinked their eyes, and looked at the Arsenal fans with concern.

"When you score one goal, you will get boos from the opposing fans, when you score two goals, you will get extra attention from them, they will curse and even swear at you, when you score three goals, they will slowly shut up, when you score four goals, they will all be silent.

When you score your fifth goal, they will applaud you!

No matter which team's fans they are, as long as you love football, you will applaud Zhao's performance. This is respect for football, love for football!

He deserves the applause of Arsenal fans, all fans, everyone who likes football and respects football!!" Brook stood there, tilted his head slightly, and clapped his hands non-stop.

Applause rang out throughout the broadcast room.

Those fans who were still excited from watching the broadcast stared at the TV and clapped their hands along with the Arsenal fans and Brook.

"Absolutely does not include Lytmann! That villain who insulted football!!" When everyone stopped clapping and returned to normal, Brook roared fiercely.

Obviously, he had noticed Lytmann's online remarks.

As the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the Norwich players were extremely excited, but did not show too much emotion.

They shook hands with the Arsenal players to pay their respects.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Farke was overjoyed, but his face was calm, as if it was just an ordinary game.

He shook hands and hugged Wenger, exchanged a few polite words, and walked towards the player tunnel.

As soon as they reached the locker room, the Norwich players, coaches, and staff went wild.

"Ah!!!"

"Whoa..."

"Hooray!!!"

In the locker room, the players rushed around and jumped wildly, bumping into each other like crazy.

Zhao Gang shook his head with a smile and stood aside.

"Hey? Hey? Hey?" What's going on?

Zhao Gang, covered in sweat, was directly tackled to the ground by the excited players.

Then, they worked together to lift him high. If they weren't afraid of throwing him up and hitting the ceiling, Zhao Gang would already be flying in the air.

"Zhao, you did it!!!"

"We won, you really did it!!"

"You're too strong! You are God, you are a god!!"

Zhao Gang's ears were filled with the cheering voices of his teammates, unable to contain their excitement.

They were crying with joy!

"Hmm... twelve million pounds!" James couldn't help but laugh, looking at Henry.

Henry sighed, "I'm fine..." He turned to look at Ollie.

Ollie was dumbfounded. What kind of expression is that?

It was you, you told me confidently, told everyone, that Arsenal would win by three, four, or even five!

Looking at you like this, I suspect you knew from the beginning that Arsenal would lose, and joined forces with James to trick me!

"Haha... Ollie's score prediction wasn't too outrageous either. You predicted five to zero, right? Now it's five to one, which is actually closer than most professional predictions!"

"Haha..." James laughed so hard that tears came out.

Ollie glared at James.

The score wasn't much different, but it was completely reversed!

Arsenal was beaten five to one, and if it weren't for that penalty, Arsenal might have been beaten five to zero at home.

"Zhao's performance is truly unparalleled. Wenger has been paying attention to him for a long time. Now, I think it's time to make a move." Henry gave Wenger advice with a straight face.

"Hey, Mr. Wenger, if you can hear me, be sure to buy Zhao! Everyone at Arsenal, all the fans have seen his performance!"

At the press conference, Farke returned to his calm demeanor, his face a little flushed, looking like he had been drinking.

"This was a wonderful and great game. Every one of my players showed their best competitive level.

Yes, we faced one of the most powerful teams in Europe and even the world.

It is our honor to have the opportunity to play against them in the Europa League.

After the first knockout round, no one was optimistic about us... Actually... I also thought we would lose... But in the end, we completed a game that was impossible to complete.

We defeated Arsenal!

From the beginning, I didn't know how to face Arsenal. I told them to defend hard, that's all I could do!

Before the game, Zhao told all of us that we would advance!

Just like he had promised before, he did it again.

I don't know how to praise Zhao's performance!

I said a long time ago that he is the best player I have ever coached, and it is very likely that he will become the best player I have ever seen!"

On Wenger's side, he scratched his head in front of the camera, which was rare.

"I am very satisfied with all the players in this game. Our tactics were successful, suppressing Norwich for the entire game.

They even had difficulty getting the ball out, let alone completing a shot."

"If that's really what you said, why is this the result?"

"My God, if you watched the game, you would know that today's Norwich would defeat any team in the world!

No, no, no, it's that today's Zhao would defeat any team in the world. We didn't lose to Norwich at all, we lost to Zhao!

His talent, his ability, is one of the best I have ever seen.

I once made an offer for Norwich, and I have never given up. We even had a very pleasant dinner exchange.

I believe that he can show himself at Arsenal and let the world see his talent!"