Chapter 532: Impacting Miracles

The on-site director gave Li Qing a close-up shot of his face. Fans sitting in front of the TV could see Li Qing's confident smile through the live broadcast, and it even gave people a naughty feeling.

Of course, this feeling is unique to girls. Except for boys with unique hobbies, most boys will not have that extra feeling.

He Wei, the commentator of Tianchao Channel 5, concentrated and held his breath, watching Li Qing on the broadcast screen, and shouted excitedly: "I think the fans in front of the TV are looking forward to Li Qing scoring another goal in this direct free kick opportunity, right?"

"Beep~"

At this moment, the referee Anthony Taylor blew his whistle suddenly, and the fanatical atmosphere at Stamford Bridge dropped to the lowest at this moment. The home fans were afraid of Li Qing's direct free kick skills, while the away fans were full of expectations.

Liverpool coach Klopp and Chelsea coach Sarri were both concentrating and holding their breath, and even slowed down their breathing, for fear that breathing too much would lead to the result they didn't want to see.

Li Qing, standing behind the right side of the football, began to run. The distance of 28 meters was neither far nor near. His run-up was a four-step progressive run. The distance covered in the last step was close to one meter. His supporting right foot stood about 30 centimeters to the right of the football. His left foot naturally lifted up and touched the ball in a slicing manner, so that the football drew an arc of the inner instep like a rainbow in the air.

The football flew up and flew quickly towards Jorginho's head in the middle of the wall. Jorginho tried his best but failed to hit the football. His heart suddenly rang, and he vaguely realized something.

Standing at the front of his own penalty area waiting for a counterattack opportunity, Hazard witnessed the football draw a beautiful arc in the air and fly to the upper right corner of the goal.

Goalkeeper Kepa obviously realized that Li Qing liked to use his outstanding footwork to kick direct free kicks in the near corner, and Li Qing's previous two direct free kicks were all in the near corner, so Kepa stood in a relatively central position, slightly closer to the near corner, thus exposing the far end space.

Hazard's pupils suddenly shrank, realizing something.

Under normal circumstances, goalkeepers would use the near corner to guard the far corner. He didn't expect Kepa to be in a position close to the corner and the far corner, which means... he was out of position!

"Damn it!"

Kepa cursed in his heart, but he cursed Li Qing for being too insidious. He kicked the near corner when he was in the near corner, and now he kicked the far corner when he was in the far corner.

Although Kepa didn't have no reaction like the previous two goals, his rich game experience made him realize that this ball... was difficult to deal with!

Looking at the aggressive football, Kepa subconsciously retreated, and seeing the downward trend of the football, he kicked his right foot hard, and the whole person flew into the air, and his waist and abdomen pushed up, causing his raised right hand to jump up another two centimeters.

"Damn it!"

The upward momentum of the body stopped abruptly, and the right hand stretched to the extreme did not touch the falling football. Kepa's eyes were full of despair, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

The football with a clear instep arc slowly fell, and flew past Kepa's outstretched right fingertips about five centimeters away, hitting the ten-point angle between the inner edge of the right post and the crossbar, and hit the snow-white net with a "swish".

"aoaooaoaooaoaooooo——"

Stamford Bridge was quiet for half a second, and then a huge cheer like a tsunami instantly swept the entire stadium.

"The ball is in! The ball is in! Free kick hat trick!"

"Oh-My-God! Incredible record! The first direct free kick hat trick in the Premier League!"

"The third free kick hat trick player in the top five European leagues! The youngest free kick hat trick player in the world football!"

"A wonderful free kick goal! Who would have thought before the game that Liverpool would expand the score with Li's hat trick of direct free kicks? It's an incredible performance!"

...

The commentator at the on-site commentary booth gave all the praise he could give to Li Qing.

Liverpool coach Klopp, standing in the visiting team coach command area, was full of disbelief. His red Liverpool hat had fallen to nowhere. He was pulling his hair with both hands, looking intoxicated, but his heart was full of excitement and blood boiling.

Chelsea coach Sarri also felt very incredible, but his mood was completely opposite. The team went from leading to falling behind, and then to falling behind by two goals. Such a huge psychological gap was difficult to calm down, and even a little unbelievable.

The tactics formulated before the game were indeed flawless, so that Li Qing did not have many opportunities to get the ball, and the number of shots was even less, but it was precisely because of this that Li Qing used three direct free kick opportunities to complete a hat trick, which made people marvel at his super scoring ability.

Li Qing, who scored a goal, was not as calm as the past two goals. He opened his arms and ran all the way to the Liverpool Expeditionary Stand after performing a direct free kick hat trick. He excitedly took off his red jersey, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it hard to the Liverpool fans who reached out for the jersey.

A sweet-looking blonde girl grabbed the jersey that was still stained with Li Qing's sweat, took a sip of it excitedly, then kissed it a few times, and burst into loud shouts of excitement.

But at this moment, Liverpool fans were very excited, dancing and waving their hands, and had no intention of paying attention to anything other than football.

"aoaoaooaoaooaooaooooo——"

The huge shouts, as violent as a tsunami, resounded throughout the Stamford Bridge stadium.

Tianchao Channel 5 commentator He Wei continued to speak eloquently: "What an incredible super performance! The first hat-trick player in the Premier League and the youngest free kick hat-trick player in world football. I believe that no one will break the record created by Li Qing in the next 100 years."

"Less than ten minutes into the second half, there is still plenty of time. I wonder... Will Li Qing become the only player in world football to perform a free kick hat-trick?"

Commentary guest Zhang Lu thought boldly.

"This possibility may actually come true! Li Qing is in great shape for free kicks now!"

He Wei changed the subject and shouted, "There is still plenty of time left in the game. The young Chinese player Li Qing can definitely try this new record, an unprecedented miracle!"

Li Qing, who took off his shirt to celebrate, received a yellow card, but he didn't care...

Chelsea players Qing all looked depressed. Scoring two goals from free kicks was acceptable, but Mihajlovic was the only one who had a hat trick.

Ah~

...

Chelsea fans in the audience felt very uncomfortable watching the Liverpool players celebrating wildly. They couldn't cheer for Li Qing, so they could only endure this torment silently.

The best result for them was that Li Qing scored a goal and the team they supported won, but... Li Qing scored a goal, but the team fell behind. Such a result... was obviously unacceptable.

Li Qing, who returned to the visiting team's coaching bench, asked the coach for a spare jersey. Head coach Klopp hugged Li Qing fiercely, venting his ecstasy from the reverse score.

Then, he said with a half-smile: "Li, do you have the confidence to achieve a miracle?"

"What miracle?"

Li Qing asked curiously.

"A four-goal free kick."

"Oh?" Li Qing was stunned at first, then his eyes shone brightly: "There is such a record? No more talking, I want to do it!"