Duang!

Szczęsny froze on the goal line.

The football slammed into the net like a cannonball!

Zhao Gang did a carp jump...

...and plopped back down on his butt.

Then, he quickly scrambled to his feet and charged toward the sideline.

Yeah!!!

In the stands, the Norwich fans were fewer in number than the Arsenal fans, but there were still a thousand or eight hundred of them.

They also raised their hands and cheered, creating quite a scene.

Arsenal, at the Emirates Stadium, nearly sixty thousand fans, watched in dismay as the Norwich players celebrated together.

Arsenal had just scored a penalty, and the morale they had just raised was directly extinguished by this powerful kick!

"I told you he knew kung fu! All Long country people know kung fu!!" Brook, seeing Zhao Gang fly, clenched his fists, his expression excited.

When that kick heavily slammed the ball into the net, he jumped up.

Kung fu!

In the English Championship, Zhao Gang had shown a bicycle kick in the penalty area.

Using his body's coordination, he had stunned Brook so much that his jaw dropped.

This time, the perfect violent kick showed excellent core strength and the ability to seize opportunities in front of the goal!

Gibbs clearly started first, but he didn't touch the fast-approaching football.

Zhao Gang kicked it smoothly, right in the middle of the football, perfectly exerting force, even causing the football to twist and deform!

"Whoa..." This time, not only James, but Henry also stood up in amazement, holding his head, looking at the broadcast screen in disbelief.

As a striker, a football player who had, has, and always will be passionate about football.

Seeing this kind of violent and perfect goal, a kind of appreciation arises from the bottom of his heart.

"Perfect, it's really an ultimate visual enjoyment, even though I've been retired for so long, seeing this simple, rough, and direct shot still makes my blood boil! This is a man, this is a man's sport!

How could there be a man in this world who doesn't like football??"

"Oh...oh..." Henry marveled, shaking his head non-stop, it would have been even more perfect if it had been an Arsenal player who scored.

"Perfect scoring instincts, perfect shot! Zhao Gang scored a goal just as Arsenal were launching a counterattack, using a powerful shot to change the score to 4:1!

This kick is like stomping on Arsenal's heart, crushing the little hope that had just arisen!

Quadruple! Zhao Gang scored his fourth goal of the game in the sixty-third minute, which ties the Europa League single-game goal record held by Zambian player Kada!

And the record created by Kada was completed in the group stage, Zhao Gang...he created the Europa League knockout stage single-game goal record!!!" Shen Jian gasped violently, his voice trembling uncontrollably, while Zhang, the expert beside him, pursed his lips tightly.

He had been involved in football for more than forty years, witnessing the most glorious moments of Long country football, thinking that Long country football would get better and better, but the result was that each generation was worse than the last.

The bloody fight that was unique to Long country players before has also disappeared.

Losing the game seems to have become the norm.

No Long country player can prove to the world on the European arena that we can do it too!

Today, in the Europa League, facing Arsenal, a Long country player finally did it.

That kick was like kicking off the "Long country football is no good" label on the heads of Long country players.

It made him so excited that he couldn't speak.

"The first record created by a Long country player on the top European arena that is worth recording! Four goals in a single game in the Europa League knockout stage!

This is a moment worth remembering by all our fans!

Zhao Gang, this name, will also be remembered by fans, and will be watched by Europe and the world!"

Shen Jian shouted excitedly, clenching his fists tightly.

We finally have a player who shines on the top of world football, on the stage of European football!

In the entire live broadcast room, excited fans were frantically tapping on the screen.

"Awesome!!"

"6!!!!"

"666!!!!"

"Crying/Crying/Crying/!"

The entire server couldn't withstand the huge traffic impact.

In a short period of time, almost all the major websites had only one hot search headline.

Zhao Gang, Europa League goal record!

The Emirates Stadium was no longer filled with boos, only blank stares and dejected expressions.

When Zhao Gang scored two goals in a row, there were boos and countless curses in the stadium.

When he scored the third goal, there were much fewer boos on the field, and they hated that such a player was not in Arsenal.

And a small number of Arsenal fans were already shouting, we need Zhao!

When the fourth goal appeared, there were no boos in the stands, only the cheers of the Norwich fans!

In the BB Broadcasting Corporation's broadcast room, the three people were no longer discussing the bet.

It seemed that there was no suspense anymore.

"This is really perfect personal ability, Arsenal lost very unjustly." Henry shook his head, and the broadcast camera began to replay Zhao Gang's goals, taking advantage of the Norwich players' celebration.

"It's really...unbelievable...I never knew that Long country would have this kind of player. In my impression, they are a super, super big country, but football players, I thought about it for a long, long time, and it seems like there is only one Sun Jihai?" Henry thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only one he had a bit of an impression of.

Even though France and Long country had played a friendly match, and France had lost, Henry didn't have much of an impression of the player who scored directly from the free kick.

Today, this Zhao really made him remember him firmly in his mind.

His more than ten million pounds were kicked away by this young man.

On the field, Sanchez, thinking about the counterattack that had already begun, kept roaring at his teammates.

Full strength!

Arsenal with full strength!

Home field!

In front of all the fans, they were poured on for four!

Cheer me up, there are still more than twenty minutes left!

We reversed Hull City before!

Now, we can still continue to reverse it!!

Attack, attack!!

But the faces of the Arsenal players no longer had the momentum they had at the beginning of the second half.

Wenger stood on the sidelines, kicking away a water bottle, his face extremely ugly.

He didn't even think that he would lose to Norwich at home.

Even more, he didn't think that he would lose so badly!

He looked at the swaying figure after the celebration, like an evening walk.

This state is very similar to that player.

That young man who beat the peak Arsenal to a pulp.

Now that young man is a bit older, and there is another monster who beat Arsenal until they ran away with their heads in their hands.

Norwich has been passively defending, and the players' physical strength is a bit unable to keep up.

After being scored a goal, they were even more panicked.

But this goal gave them another shot in the arm.

Zhao gave a promise and proved everything with action!

Now, they should cheer up and persevere through the last difficult period of time!

In the following time, for every clearance of Norwich, whether it was a long kick or a direct block out of the sideline, goalkeeper Hull would forcefully pound his chest and roar to the sky, cheering for his teammates!

Farke put his hands in his pockets, trying to control his expression.

Watching the time slowly pass, he was about to lose control of the heart he was trying to suppress.

The hands in his pockets were trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't even feel his legs anymore.

It seemed that he was about to float up, with nothing in his mind, a blank space.

What tactics, what substitutions.

All gone.

Just keep staring at the time.

As time passed, many Arsenal fans in the stands had already left in frustration.

Just like before, in the FA Cup against Hull City, when they were three goals behind at halftime, many fans left.

That time, Arsenal tenaciously tied the score and finally reversed the score!

This time, Arsenal scored a goal back with a penalty in the second half, and the fans were expecting, imagining, thinking that there could be another miracle.

But the reason why a miracle is called a miracle is because it doesn't happen every time.

The Norwich players, who had been given a shot in the arm, were like tigers, desperately fighting.

If they fell, they would get up immediately, and if they lost their position, others would immediately fill in.

When they saw the ball in the penalty area, they didn't care who was in control, they just went up and kicked it out!!

Arsenal's players were still attacking, and the game time was almost over.

They were not reconciled, not reconciled to losing so badly at home.

Mendy stood in the penalty area like a mountain, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, without any fear, and headed out Welbeck's long shot.

Philipp quickly stepped forward and made a horizontal transfer with one kick. Hoolahan received the ball and ran without hesitation.

"This ball... Arsenal's forwards are no longer retreating! Only Gibbs and Flamini are still trying to chase back... Arsenal has completely given up..."

The Norwich players did not stand still, but quickly moved forward to meet Hoolahan.

Annoyed, Gibbs, watching Hoolahan accelerate past him, pulled Hoolahan down to the ground.

A yellow card.

Gibbs lowered his head and no longer argued with the referee.

Injury time.

Arsenal has lost the possibility of a comeback.

Half of the fans have left the Emirates Stadium.

Only more than 20,000 people are left, sitting there with dull eyes.

Norwich fans are still jumping and shouting the names of the players on the field.

Many people surrounded the oldest fan, waving the flags.

Zhao Gang stood in front of the football.

Arsenal formed a wall, and Szczęsny stared wide-eyed.

Although they lost, they must not let Norwich score another goal at the last moment of the game!

Mendy and Ospina squeezed into the penalty area, and Zhao Gang nodded to the two of them.

Hoolahan stood at the edge of the penalty area, preparing for a second attack.

Zhao Gang, as always, looked calm, stared at the goal, then ran up and kicked!

"Oh..." Henry watched the football go straight into the upper right corner of the goal and kept smiling bitterly and shaking his head.

Zhao!

The most passionate commentator, Brook, spread his hands and leaned back in his chair, like a landlord.

There was no enthusiasm in his tone, "What Arsenal, what Premier League giants, what beautiful football, is this it?"

"Five to one!!!!" Brook suddenly jumped up, his voice almost breaking through the broadcast room!

"Ah!!!! Five to one!!! Zhao scored five goals alone!!!

Leitman, are you watching??? Did you see it???

He is not a disgrace to English football!!! He will be the glory of English football!! English football will be honored to have him!

You were right about one thing, he is a disaster!

But not a disaster for English football, but a disaster for you, for Arsenal, for everyone in Arsenal!!"