From team captain Miguel Cobas to Carlos, to the dull Marcos, to the defense, and even goalkeeper Valencia ran up to hug McGuire.

The fans in front of the TV watched this scene, cheering wildly, and some even lost their voices.

In a very ordinary apartment in the Ponte neighborhood of Gijón, a somewhat stout, ordinary-looking woman was wiping away tears. She pointed at the man surrounded by people on the TV screen and said, "Baby, have you seen it?

That's your dad, he made it, he did it, he did it!"

A fat girl screamed and pointed at the TV screen, seemingly curious as to why her father appeared in the square box where she often watched Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck.

"McGur Pihra! I propose again to pay tribute to this thirty-five-year-old hometown club! He scored a hat trick in the game! He is the star of this game!" The commentary box of the Hermann Dick Stadium

, Spearson was shouting excitedly in the commentary box. He saw an amateur player emerge in the professional arena with his own eyes. It felt so good to see such a mediocre, even extremely miserable player become famous!

Three minutes later, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

The players on the Sporting Gijon bench rushed into the pitch screaming.

Maguire Pihra stood there. He looked up at the night sky. The stars in the sky were so beautiful.

Li Ang smiled, came up and hugged McGurr.

"Boss! Thank you!" McGuire said.

"This is your own effort!" Li Ang laughed loudly, "McGuer, are you ready to become a star?"

"What?" the simple veteran asked in surprise.

Then he followed the direction of the leader's fingers and looked over. There were dozens of reporters, carrying long guns and short cannons, rushing towards this side like crazy...

ps: Guaranteed update. A chapter of nearly 4,000 words, a chapter full of sincerity.

The first update will be at 11pm tomorrow.

The outbreak notice, don’t talk about anything else, just talk about the key points, seven updates today.
Chapter completed!