Montpellier's home stadium was completely destroyed in the rain.

Lei Yu's two goals were like an atomic bomb falling from the sky, leveling the field to the ground.

Montpellier fans were so sad that they lost their voices.

They couldn't bear to experience such misery in the first half.

Arsenal players celebrating on the pitch.

At this moment, in the eyes of Montpellier fans, they are so invincible!

Has the game lost its suspense from now on, or has the outcome been determined from the beginning?

This is a philosophical question.

But Socrates could not save Montpelier even while he was alive.

After scoring the goal, Lei Yu sprinted with all his strength and ran all the way to the corner kick area.

Then in front of all the fans, he crawled to the ground like a torpedo and made a passionate dive.

one meter...

Two meters...

Three meters...

It wasn't until Lei Yu's head knocked the corner flagpole crooked that he stopped.

Looking at the deep scratch left behind Lei Yu, everyone present couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

At this time, Lei Yu didn't think so much.

He climbed up from the ground excitedly, hugged Arteta beside him and said: "Haha, playing football in the rain is so fun!"

"How can you slide so far!"

"When will we have a snow fight?"

...

After the first half, the Gunners returned to the locker room with a four-goal lead.

Compared with complaining about the weather before the start of the game, the Gunners all had a different expression.

The rain can't wash away the fatigue on their faces, but scoring goals can.

During the break, many teammates joked with Lei Yu.

"Lei, are you going to lock in the Champions League Golden Boot in the group stage?"

"Lock the Champions League Golden Boot in the group stage?" Lei Yu touched his chin, "That's a good idea!"

"Shet, Ray, I was just joking, don't take it seriously!"

"Why can't I take it seriously? Do I have to deliberately hit the ball away when the goal comes?"

The teammates were speechless for a while.

Podolsky came over at this moment: "Ray, you can pass the ball to me!"

Lei Yu rolled his eyes: "What's the difference between that and being beaten up?"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Podolski suppressed his blush and said, "Lei, I gave you an assist, okay! I can score goals too!"

"Yes, yes, you can score goals too." Lei Yu laughed, "I will make a ball for you after I score a hat trick!"

"Okay, it's settled!"

Podolsky nodded excitedly.

It seems that he has great confidence in Lei Yu scoring three goals.

The players were chatting and laughing while changing into new jerseys.

At this moment, the professor walked into the room and poured cold water on Lei Yu's head.

"Lei, don't be so anxious to change clothes. You can rest in the second half."

"Walter?" Lei Yu and Podolsky asked loudly at the same time. "Why?"

"Why?" The professor gave Lei Yu a hard blow on the head, "We are already 4 goals ahead, why can't we save some face for the home team in the second half?"

"Boss, when did you start talking about worldliness?" Lei Yu said dissatisfied.

"You must be resenting me for telling the media that Clancy's magazine was finally taken away by you!"

"You are avenging a private vendetta!"

The professor's eyes widened when he heard this.

"What? You said it???"

Seeing the furious Wenger, Lei Yu took a few steps back tremblingly.

"Boss, it turns out you don't know!"

"Okay, Lei, just wait for me. I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

"Cazorla, come here, you will come on for Lei in the second half!"

...

After the start of the second half, Lei Yu shrank into his coat, sat on the bench and stared blankly at the game.

In the words of the professor, watching teammates play from the sidelines is also a way to improve teamwork skills.

But Lei Yu kept thinking about his unfinished hat trick, and from time to time stared at the professor not far away with resentful eyes.

The professor, whose back was chilled by the stare, sneezed twice in a row.

Upon seeing this, Bould quickly said: "Mr. Arsène, the rain hasn't stopped yet, you'd better stop standing on the sidelines."

Wenger nodded, returned to the coaching bench and sat down.

Boulder also breathed a sigh of relief and folded his umbrella.

Damn, I finally don’t have to hold an umbrella with one hand.

Seeing Lei Yu's end, Montpellier suddenly felt that he could do it again.

Under the command of his own coach, he began to strengthen his midfield fight.

And because it was raining and the ground was slippery, Cazorla was lifted down not long after.

"Hey! Santiago, what's wrong with you?"

"Santiago, are you okay?"

"Hello!"

Cazorla, who was lying on a stretcher with a sad face, was carried all the way to the sideline by the team doctor.

The corners of his mouth, which were still stubbornly pursed at first, could no longer hold back and grinned as soon as they saw Lei Yu's concerned face.

"Wow wow wow~~~"

"thunder!"

"I'm here for you!"

"I know, I know." Lei Yu nodded quickly.

"In other words, I was injured for you!" Cazorla looked aggrieved.

Before he could kick the ball, he was kicked down by the opponent.

Not to mention embarrassed or not, he himself felt aggrieved!

"Fortunately, the field was slippery and Santiago did not suffer any fractures. If he had been bent one more degree, he would have been sent to the hospital right now!" the team doctor said angrily, wiping his sweat.

When the professor heard this, he nodded repeatedly.

This is also a blessing among misfortunes!

But Cazorla kept speechless.

What's better than skating?

If the field wasn't slippery, I wouldn't have been tackled by the opponent!

Cazorla's fate made those gunners who wanted to take advantage of the home team's weakness to increase their statistics tremble.

What doesn't score a goal?

Your life is at stake!

There is no need to have your legs broken by these crazy French guys for that non-existent goal.

For a time, the gunners retreated continuously, even taking the battle zone back to their own half.

In the end, neither team scored in the second half.
To be continued...