Dembele's Incredible 32 Minute Hat-Trick
France's Usman Dembele puts on a masterclass performance, scoring three goals in just 32 minutes to lead France to a dominant World Cup victory over Norway.
Only five teams have won all their games at this World Cup.
Here are two of them on the pitch right now.
Mbappé strikes. It hits the crossbar.
Not today. We stop everything.
Dembele with the ball. Brilliant feet.
He bends it in. What a goal.
Balandor written all over that one.
An immediate chance. What a response.
Dembele again. One touch. Into the net.
A World Cup hat trick. Thirty two minutes. He's done it.
Back to Kone. Finding Selvic again.
Smart feet. I keep them out.
Oscar Bob forward. Norway have a penalty.
Not on my watch.
Mbappé through the middle. One thought in his mind.
Oh my words. Taken back by Asgard.
Pushed through to Oscar Bob.
Another save. Another one.
France club forward. Can they extend it.
Selvic at his near post. Stops Barka.
France have four. It ends here.
Dembele. Hat trick in the first half. Absolutely delighted us all.
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Eljona Skendaj
The House at the End of the Road No one in the village ever walked to the end of Old Pine Road after sunset. It wasn’t written anywhere, but everyone knew the rule. At the very end stood a house—old, silent, and forgotten. Its windows were always dark, even during the day, and the front door was slightly open, as if someone had just stepped out… or was about to step in. One evening, a boy named Liam decided to break the rule. “I don’t believe in ghost stories,” he told his friends. “It’s just an empty house.” They didn’t follow him. They never planned to. As the sun disappeared, Liam walked alone down the road. The trees grew thicker, the air colder. Soon, the house appeared between the shadows. It looked worse up close. The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside, everything was covered in dust, but strangely, there were footprints on the floor—fresh ones. “Hello?” Liam called out. No answer. He stepped deeper inside. The floorboards groaned beneath his feet. A mirror on the wall caught his reflection—but something was wrong. Behind him, in the mirror, stood a figure. Liam turned around quickly. No one was there. His heart raced. He looked back at the mirror. The figure was closer now. Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Liam ran toward it, but it wouldn’t open. The air grew heavy, and whispers filled the room—soft, overlapping voices he couldn’t understand. The mirror cracked. And from it, a hand slowly reached out. The next morning, the villagers noticed something strange. The house door was closed. Completely closed. And in the dust outside, there were two sets of footprints leading in…