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Liu Jianhong's voice in the CCTV-5 studio was tinged with obvious anxiety: "In the 81st minute, Lyon equalized! Auxerre's defense has malfunctioned again! To put it bluntly, apart from Zhang Kuang's outstanding ability, the rest of Auxerre's players are still a little bit short of championship-caliber. However, I believe winning the championship will not be a problem."

"There are less than ten minutes left in the game, and with stoppage time, there are at most fifteen minutes left," Xu Yang said. "Auxerre needs to score another goal to clinch the title early."

"We must win," Liu Jianhong said.

After celebrating, Lyon's players returned to their own half.

In the 83rd minute, Auxerre kicked off. Yellen passed the ball to Zhang Kuang, who then passed it back to Pedretti.

After receiving the ball, Pedretti did not rush forward, but instead passed the ball laterally, trying to control the pace of the game.

But Lyon didn't give them time.

Their players pounced like hungry wolves, pressing high up the pitch more intensely than ever before.

In the 85th minute, Grihidin received the ball in the backfield and attempted to pass it to Pedretti. However, Pjanic anticipated the passing route and intercepted the ball midway.

Without hesitation, Pjanic played a through ball into the edge of the penalty area. Lisandro Lopez received the ball with his back to goal, held off Humbert, and passed it back to Toulalan, who had made a run into the box.

Toulalan unleashed a powerful shot – but Grihidin blocked it out of bounds with his body.

Corner kick.

Pjanic took the corner kick, and Chris headed the ball towards the goal in the penalty area—but Sorin made the save.

Eighty-seventh minute.

Auxerre finally launched a decent counterattack.

Sidibé intercepted the ball in his own half and passed it to Pedretti. Pedretti looked up—Zhang Kuang was lurking near the center circle, marked by two Lyon players.

Pedretti did not hesitate.

A long pass.

Zhang Kuang received the ball with his back to goal, and Toulalan closed in from behind, while Sissoko provided support from the side.

Two people.

Zhang Kuang controlled the ball with his chest, and the moment it hit the ground, he flicked it with his left foot and turned his body to the right—Toulalan reached out to grab his jersey, but couldn't hold on.

Zhang Kuang turned around arrogantly.

Sissoko charged at him head-on.

Zhang Kuang pushed the ball forward and to the right with his right foot, and Sissoko followed suit. Then Zhang Kuang cut the ball back with his left foot—Sissoko's center of gravity was momentarily shifted.

With a flamboyant right foot, he flicked the ball past Sissoko on the outside, then overtook him from the outside.

Sissoko reached out to pull him, but couldn't.

He dribbled wildly forward.

Chris charged at him from the front, with Boumsong providing backup defense from behind.

Zhang Kuang didn't wait for them to form an encirclement.

He lifted his right foot—

"Bang—!"

The ball, like a cannonball, streaked straight towards the top left corner of the goal.

Lorry made a diving save.

The ball flew past his fingertips and slammed hard against the crossbeam.

"when--!"

The ball bounced back.

No entry.

Zhang Kuang stood with his hands on his hips, looked at the still slightly trembling crossbeam, and shook his head.

It was just a few centimeters off.

Chinese and Auxerre fans sighed in unison, while the home fans breathed a sigh of relief, having been scared half to death.

The fourth official raised the stoppage time board – four minutes.

Four minutes of added time.

Ninety-first minute.

Lyon launches an attack. Sissoko receives the ball on the left flank and attempts a cross—but the ball is blocked out of bounds by Mignolet.

Out of bounds.

Sissoko throws the ball in from the sideline, Pjanic receives it near the touchline and passes it back to Toulalan in the center circle.

Ninety-second minute.

Toulalan passed the ball to Govou on the right wing. Govou dribbled forward and then passed it across the box to Lisandro López at the edge of the penalty area.

Lopez received the ball with his back to goal, and Grihidin closed in from behind. Instead of trying to contest it, Lopez passed the ball back to Pjanic, who was making a run into the box.

Pjanic unleashed a powerful shot – but Humbert blocked it with his body.

The ball fell to Pedretti's feet just outside the penalty area.

Pedretti didn't stop the ball, but instead played a through ball to Zhang Kuang near the center circle.

Zhang Kuang received the ball with his back to goal, and Toulalan closed in from behind, while Sissoko provided support from the side.

Two more people.

But this time, Zhang Kuang did not choose to linger in the midfield.

He no longer cared about the head coach's request for him to stay in the attacking third.

He retreated.

Zhang Kuang's frantic retreat to the midfield to receive the ball completely disrupted Lyon's defensive plan. Toulalan and Sissoko had to follow him back, but as soon as they did, a huge gap appeared in Lyon's midfield.

Pedretti's pressure suddenly eased.

After receiving the ball, he began to dribble forward.

Yellen and Olic, one in the center and one on the right, headed straight for Lyon's half.

Pedroti seized the opportunity and passed the ball to Olic.

Olic received the ball on the right flank, facing Lyon's left-back Sissoko.

Sissoko is a strong playmaker, but his defensive abilities are relatively average. When facing Olic, he didn't dare to rush in for the ball and could only retreat while defending, waiting for his teammates to come back and help.

Yellen in the middle drew away both center-backs Chris and Makon, preventing Olic from making a forced breakthrough.

He spiked the ball and then passed it across to Yellen in the middle.

Yellen received the ball hastily under pressure from two center-backs, with no chance to adjust.

Just as he hesitated, a voice came from behind him—

"Return!"

It was an arrogant voice.

Without hesitation, Yellen flicked the ball back with his heel.

Zhang Kuang was sprinting from the backcourt at a speed exceeding 40 kilometers per hour.

Behind him, Toulalan and Sissoko were desperately chasing after him, but they couldn't keep up with Zhang Kuang's speed at all.

Zhang Kuang rushed to the edge of the penalty area, and the ball rolled right in front of him.

He didn't stop the ball.

He unleashed a powerful shot at the ball.

"Bang—!"

The sound of that shot silenced the entire stadium for a second.

The ball, like a cannonball launched from the ground, went straight towards the top right corner of the goal without any spin.

Lloris didn't even attempt a save this time.

The ball slammed into the net.

3: 2.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

Barthes' voice was hoarse. "A last-minute winner! A last-minute winner! A wild and unstoppable goal! In stoppage time, Zhang Kuang scored the third goal of the match! A hat-trick! Auxerre leads Lyon 3-2!"

"That was a beautiful goal!" Dugarry exclaimed. "Zhang Kuang sprinted nearly forty meters from his own half, received a pass back from Yellen, and unleashed a powerful shot without stopping the ball! Lloris had absolutely no chance! This is Zhang Kuang's thirty-third league goal of the season!"

Liu Jianhong's voice boomed in the CCTV-5 studio: "Goal! Goal! Goal! Unbelievable! A last-minute winner! A hat-trick! Auxerre leads Lyon 3-2!"

"Zhang Kuang sprinted down from the backfield, Yellen passed the ball back, and he unleashed a powerful shot without stopping the ball!" Xu Yang's voice trembled. "That's a superstar! When the team needed him most, when the game was about to end, he single-handedly finished the battle!"

Zhang Kuang did not perform the "Siu" celebration gesture.

He rushed frantically to the corner flag area and slid to his knees.

Three marks were made on the grass.

Then he lay on his back on the grass, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved violently.

His teammates rushed in from all directions.

Grishdin was the first to rush to him and pounce on him. Then came Minho, Olic, Birsa, Pedretti, Yellen, Ndinga, Sidibe—everyone piled on top of him, forming a human mountain.

"You're a god!" Grihidin roared in his ear, "You're a fucking war god!"

Pedretti patted his head: "Champions, we are the champions."

Zhang Kuang crawled out from under the mountain of people, stood up, and looked towards the away team's stands.

That red area has been blown up.

The five-star red flag fluttered in the night wind, and the cheers of the Chinese fans drowned out the silence of the more than 40,000 home fans.

"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant!"

Inside the private box, Platini stood up.

He had met countless geniuses. But the arrogance he encountered felt different.

This Chinese man possessed an ability he had never seen before to take individual heroism to its extreme.

He scores when the team needs him.

Regardless of who the opponent is, what the score is, or how much time is left.

He can score goals.