Van Bomel took the free kick, Brookinger grabbed the first point in the crowd, and his header hit the crossbar. FC Eindhoven players hurriedly cleared the ball out of the penalty area.

Oye's long shot from the outside hit the defender and bounced to the right. Just when the visiting player felt he was evading, Robben rushed from the middle to the right and grabbed the ball in front of the defender.

He dribbled the ball horizontally along the edge of the penalty area, then took a kick and the defender blocked the shooting line.

"This ball is not..." Hunterla's swallowed it back before he finished speaking.

Robben's shot was just a fake move. He continued to dribble the ball horizontally. The defender who followed this time did not dare to make a move, so he could only follow Robben to move sideways.

Robben took a step sideways, shook the neutral gear and shot, and the defender who lost his position was forced to make a tackle and intercept the ball.

This time the gap came out, and all the fans of the audience held their breath and prepared to roar again.

Unexpectedly, Robben's shot was a fake move, and even the opponent's goalkeeper had moved sideways and was ready to make a save move.

When Robben dribbled the ball sideways again, no one on both sides could keep up with his pace.

He made another move to shoot, and everyone in the audience was fascinated.

Is this kick real or fake?

This time it's a shot!

Seeing Robben's shot fly to the opposite direction of the goalkeeper's movement, Hiddink waved his fist in advance. He finally shot. It's wrong, he's going to score a goal.

The defenders all watched the football fly into the goal. It was not that everyone didn't work hard, but that Robben was too shaky and his mind couldn't keep up.

Seeing Robben rushing into the stands again, the long-depressed emotions of the fans of the audience finally erupted.

The Eindhoven player was stunned for a few seconds before he ran to the stands with Robben. His fake move of cutting inward shot was too realistic and the rhythm was fascinating. He stared at him with his eyes and didn't know when he would shoot.

This is how Robben later encountered the God of Killing God's right-hand cut and shot. Unexpectedly, this body had mastered this magical skill at the age of 18. It was so cool!

"My God, this is God!"

Hunterlaer stood there, his mouth not closed. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling a stream of passion surging back and forth.

After watching Robben's operation, this little guy developed a skull cavity height... tide.

3-0, the banditry spirit of FC Eindhoven at the beginning had long disappeared.

For Robben, there is another task in this game, which is to teach Afelle to be a human being.

The game started again, and Eindhoven's midfield and frontcourt players began to press the visiting team players in the frontcourt.

When the Eredivisie began to take serious action, there was no enough Dutch team like FC Eindhoven.

In the 28th minute of the game, FC Eindhoven passed the ball to Afelle on the right, and Robben forced him up from not far away.

Afelle was not in a hurry to get the ball, he also wanted to get the game back on Ronaldo himself.

Although he couldn't defend Robben, he knew that Robben's defense was not much better.

Seeing Robben pressing up, Afelle pulled the ball to the left and waited for the opponent to come up before turning around to get rid of it.

Unexpectedly, Robben was here this time, and Afelle's movements were only halfway through, and the other party posted them up.

Afelle felt a little panicked and subconsciously turned his back to Robben to protect the ball.

But unexpectedly, Robben poked between his legs and the football broke out of his control.

At this time, Afeilai's heart was already cold, and he could not win by competing for speed.

He blocked Robben's running route with his arm, and the latter just hit him hard, and Afelle walked around the place like a scarecrow.

Continuing to fight the defense line by one, Robben's body swings continuously during high-speed movement, and the opponent's rear players could not stop him from breaking through. This time he scored at a low shot near the corner.

4-0! Robben scored a hat trick in 30 minutes.

He ran wildly on the court to celebrate!

Afelle put his hands on his hips and looked down at the lawn. He completely turned into the background board for Robben's goal.

Robben's performance was not over yet. In the 39th minute, he stopped continuously on the edge of the penalty area and changed speed. FC Eindhoven's central defender rushed to trip him up.

Penalty!

The team's penalty kicker, Kairiman, simply gave the penalty to him: "I didn't expect that seeing others scored goals is so satisfying."

Robben did not give in, put the football at the penalty point, started, shot, and the ball entered!

5 to 0!

The fans of the audience were filled with joy, and nothing was more enjoyable than torture the mortal enemies in the city.

Robben did not intend to stop, and continued to attack his opponent's goal in the last few minutes. His personal performance was in the first half.

The opponent's right back simply gave up the periphery area and retreated to the edge of the penalty area. Afelle also came back to assist his teammates.

The defenders of FC Eindhoven have made up their minds. Robben only guards against his left foot when he is on the wing, and try other lines at will.

Even if others score goals, they must not let him score again. Before the half-time game ended, an 18-year-old player scored 4 goals in a row was simply a shame and he should be curbed no matter what he said.

As a result, just as the defense was ready, Robben suddenly cut in the penalty area line on the left, then raised his right foot and swung his leg to the goal.

Accompanied by the despairing eyes of the defenders, the football hangs straight at the upper right corner of the goal.

Isn’t he a left-footed player? Why is his right-footed shot so smoothly!

The will of the defender has collapsed, and the opponent's left winger has no solution today.

Hearing the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the FC Eindhoven player felt relieved, and the nightmare 45 minutes finally ended.

6-0, Robben broke his opponent's psychological defense by just halftime.

The five-headed right guard shouted at the head coach: "If he continues to play in the second half, I will not be there!"

I really can't afford to lose this person!

And Afelle simply took off his shirt. Robben was not ready to play in the second half or not, which was too harmful to his self-esteem!

In the players' locker room, Hiddink tried his best to control himself and made himself look like a poker face. When he thought of Robben's ecstasy incisive shot, he smiled uncontrollably.

No matter how he sees Robben likes it now, he can not only beat his opponent on the wing, but also exudes a sense of dominance. He is simply a "micro of himself".

He had already thrown his opinion of Robben an hour ago...

"Aryang... should pay more attention to opening up space during the game and take the initiative to find teammates to cooperate."

I originally wanted to praise Robben's performance, but Hiddink felt that he had praised the other party three times in just 5 minutes after halftime in the locker room. It would be inappropriate to praise him again, so he could only pick and pick on the tricks.

Seeing Robben nodding to himself in a daze and then continuing to wander, Hiddink couldn't help but sigh.

This child has something to do in his mind, and it seems that he had blamed the other party wrongly before.

Robben did have something to do in his mind, but it was not the things he imagined.

At the moment the half-time ended, another voice sounded in my mind.

His attention was all focused on the voice in his mind, and he did not pay attention to Hunterlaer's actions of wanting to communicate actively.

Seeing that Robben ignored him at all, Hunterlaer could only return to his locker in disappointment.

......

The second half started again, Hiddink replaced all the main players, and Lee Rong-pyo, Hunteral and Heinze all got the opportunity to warm up.

Robben sat on the bench, looking at the court without any focus.

"Congratulations to the host for winning the first game and winning a chance to draw."

Hearing the first winning reward given by the system, Robben couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly. Isn't this a routine for downloading apps to get lottery tickets in later generations!

Robben had already classified the lottery as a metaphysics in his previous life. He never won the prize, and the people around him always became the favorites of fate from time to time.
Chapter completed!