Hearing Chen Ting's words, Van Den-Bowman was stunned.

For a team like Montpellier, which has weak overall strength, corner kicks are a very critical scoring point.

In Van Den-Bowman's understanding, Chen Ting's shot was very strong, but his pass was ordinary.

With more than ten minutes left before the end of the game, this may be Montpellier's last chance in this game.

Do you want to put all your hopes on this striker who doesn't pass well?

Vanden Bowman was very entangled.

Chen Ting patted his shoulder: "Brother, believe me, I won't let you down."

"But... your pass..." He didn't say the following words, and he believed that Chen Ting would understand what he meant.

Chen Ting smiled slightly: "Who said I want to pass the ball?"

When Van Denbowman heard this, he widened his eyes: "Don't pass the ball... do you want..."

Chen Ting nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I want to hit the goal directly. Tell your teammates to keep them away from the goal as much as possible, so that I will have more room."

Vanden Bowman looked at the goal incredibly, it was more than 30 meters away!

Is it really possible?

But no matter what, Van Denbowman left the corner area and gave the position to Chen Ting.

After coming to the goal, Van Denbowman told Chen Ting's words to other Montpellier players.

Although everyone was surprised, they did not show it, but moved toward the position away from the goal in a very consistent manner.

Seeing the actions of Montpellier players, although the players in Paris Grande were puzzled, they still followed their steps and came to a slightly further position.

After all, the most common method to deal with corner kicks is to keep close to the body. If the opponent can easily get the ball, no matter the distance, it will pose a threat to the goal.

This increases the space in front of the door a lot.

Ibrahimovic stood far away from the goal and did not participate in the defense.

He looked a little despised for a team of Montpellier.

He believed that his teammates could easily grab the first landing point, then pass the ball to himself, and then launch a counterattack.

In the stands, fans of Paris Saint-Germain came to the corner kick area and started to mock him.

"Hahaha, didn't you say you wanted to win the Ligue 1 Golden Boot? Why did you play corner kicks?"

"I'm afraid I don't think the Golden Boots are based on the assists?"

"Hahaha, it's really possible. As we all know, people in the Long Kingdom don't know much about football."

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Montpellier fans' faces were full of humiliation.

They couldn't understand why Chen Ting, as a striker, didn't try to shoot in front of the goal but instead made a corner kick?

"What's going on? I was thinking that he could score a goal, what did he do in the corner?"

"The game is about to end, there should be no chance to score."

"Oh, be content. Losing one goal against Paris Saint-Germain is not too bad."

Alfred on the coach's seat looked solemn and looked at the assistant coach next to him.

"What do you think he wants to do?"

The assistant coach spitted: "He may think heading is not his advantage, so he chose to serve a corner?"

Alfred shook his head: "It won't be that simple."

The assistant coach thought for a while and continued, "Did he know there is no hope of scoring, so he wants to try assists through a corner?"

Alfred shook his head again: "In front of a team like Paris Saint-Germain, if we can't grab the first place, it will be the opponent's chance to fight back, and Chen Ting will not be so risky."

"Boss, do you mean?" the assistant coach asked in confusion.

"There are examples of direct shots in the corner area, and there are also examples of football!" Alfred said lightly.

"What!" The assistant coach looked at the field in surprise.

At first he thought it was impossible, but when he remembered Chen Ting's previous goal, he slowly calmed down.

Almost all of them were long shots about 30 meters away from the goal...

"Probably... maybe... he really wants to shoot directly."

In the studio of Longguo Sports Channel, Huang Zixiang's loud voice sounded.

"Long Country teenager Chen Ting stood in the corner kick area, and he wanted this opportunity from his teammate Van Den Bowman."

"When the team was one goal behind, Chen Ting seemed to have given up the opportunity to attack and chose to send this corner kick for his teammates."

"We don't know why he did this, but as a Long Guo native, I still look forward to Chen Ting's excellent performance."

Liu Dahong continued: "To put it another way, being willing to pass the ball to his teammates is also a good quality, which shows that he is willing to contribute to his team."

Huang Zixiang nodded: "That's right, if you can get an assist with this corner kick, it will be a good result."

...

On the court, Chen Ting stood in the corner kick area, took a deep breath, and looked at the goal position.

Running up, starting.

"Bang!"

The football left the ground at an extremely fast speed, making a sound of breaking through the air.

As everyone was watching, the football drew an arc in the air and flew towards the goal.

Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Duchez suddenly widened his eyes: "This is not a pass, this is a shot! Come back soon!"

The players in Paris Saint-Germain were stunned when they heard this. After understanding the meaning of the words, they quickly gave up on guarding other players and moved towards their goal.

But it was too late.

The football came to the goal first, passed through Duchez's fingers, and rushed into the goal.

The referee in front of the penalty area swallowed before he came to his senses and blew the effective whistle of the goal.

After a few seconds of silence, the fan area of ​​Montpellier burst into shocking cheers.

"Damn it! God! The ball is in!"

"Isn't this an illusion? He actually entered?"

"It's simply incredible! That old man is right! This ball is even more exciting!"

"He said he wanted to get the Ligue 1 Golden Boots, who else dares to question it?"

"Great Montpellier! Great Chen Ting!"

Seeing Montpellier fans happy, the Paris Saint-Germain fans were silent.

This goal is really impossible to be bad.

It's really exciting! It's entirely based on your own personal strength.

Paris Saint-Germain looked at the football in the net with a dull look, and his heart was filled with shock.

Goalkeeper Duchez showed a panic expression on his face. He could have predicted that he would definitely appear on the headlines of newspapers tomorrow.

But I am not the protagonist, I am just a background board.

Ibrahimovic opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something, but he didn't say it.

Ibrahimovic is a very honest person. Good is good, bad is bad, and he never hides it.

Seeing Chen Ting's goal, he was even a little envious.
Chapter completed!