six finger demon

Chapter 139 The First Champions League Assist

"TOM, why are you doing this!" La Nieli put on a bitter face, and hid with Tang Wu where the fans couldn't throw them.

"What did I do?" Tang Wu exaggerated, "Old man, don't try to renege on your debt!"

"Hey! Look at the excited fans behind you first. What are you doing to provoke them? This is Highbury, not Stamford Bridge!"

"SO? So what?" Tang Wu didn't show any restraint.

Looking at the fans standing up and yelling at him above his head, Tang Wu snorted softly, "Old man, we won't meet Arsenal again this season!"

"And then?" La Nieli didn't understand for a while.

"Laughing first is not considered a smile. Laughing at the end is the best smile!" Tang Wu showed two rows of white teeth.

"Ah! You are really, really." Ranieli was at a loss for words in the middle of speaking.

To be honest, if it was the end of the game now, he might be the first one to fly with joy!
Since taking charge of Chelsea, he has not won a victory against Arsenal.Such a record is a collapse for an ordinary person, let alone a coach.

Four years, four full years!
Tinkers are constantly being overwhelmed by professors, like an elementary school dropout competing for a diploma with a Ph.D. student!
When Ranieri wanted to say something, Lampard, who had just scored a goal, ran over.

"TOM, TOM, did you see it? We made it! We made it!" Lampard ran forward and hugged Tang Wu.

"Of course I saw it. After all, it was the ball I passed!" Tang Wu hugged Lampard and circled in the air.As soon as the two stopped, they were surrounded by teammates who came up from all around.

Ranieri looked at the group of Blue Army members who gathered together to celebrate, and reluctantly took two steps back. "Young people are full of energy!"

由于这场比赛是在4月6号晚上19点45开始的，所以现在的京城时间已经是4月7日的凌晨四点多。

Both Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun, who were broadcasted by CCTV, stared wide-eyed and lost all sleepiness.

This is it?

Lampard's shot is too accurate, right?

Isn't Chelsea's counterattack too fast?
"Let's look at the goal just now." Huang Jianxiang still can't believe his eyes until now.

"We can see that this free kick was taken by Henry."

"But Henry's direct shot hit Melchiot's head and the ball bounced straight into the air."

"Here! Junzi, did you see it? Lampard has already rushed past Henry at this time!"

"Indeed!" Zhan Jun recalled carefully and said, "That means this was planned by Chelsea in advance."

Although Zhan Jun said it, he was still a little uncertain.

"Then Tang Wu attacked and took off the high-altitude ball." Huang Jianxiang continued.

"Tang Wu's quick attack was interrupted by Gilberto, but it's not a big problem."

"Look, it's this kick, the pass is very accurate!" Huang Jianxiang praised.

"It's really accurate!" Zhan Jun explained, "The ball was passed to the right of Lampard, and Toure was on the left of Lampard. Squeeze out to break the ball."

"Although Ashley Cole is on this side, he is on the wing, a little too far away from the ball and Lampard. When Lampard touches the ball, he hasn't run to Lampard's side yet! Don't know Wu discovered this gap at the first time, or he had already planned to pass the ball here. But no matter what, Tang Wu's long-passing footwork is definitely world-class!"

After Zhan Jun finished explaining, the screen switched to Lampard.

"Look at this, Lampard just stopped the ball and shot directly. His intention of shooting is very clear, he just wants to catch Lehmann by surprise with a long shot!" Huang Jianxiang said seriously.

Following the camera, another shot of Tang Wu was shown. In the camera, Tang Wu raised his left hand high after serving the fast-break ball.

A flash of light flashed in Huang Jianxiang's mind, "In other words, the ball was intentional!"

"Yeah, this ball was intentional!" Zhan Jun also saw the clue.

"Tang Wu had predicted that Lampard was going to shoot a long time ago, so he didn't return to the goal line in time, but raised his hand. In addition, Lampard rushed desperately when facing Henry's free kick before, everything There are signs that this was planned in advance!" Huang Jianxiang excitedly said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhan Jun echoed three times, "Looking at the tacit understanding between Tang Wu and Lampard, it is estimated that Chelsea have been practicing this fast break tactic for a while. Hasselbaink and Goodjohn Although Sen stood forward, they did not chase the ball immediately, probably because they understood the tactical intentions of Tang Wu and Lampard. Parker, Bridge and others also blocked it well. Other gunmen back on line."

"That is to say, although this goal seems simple, in fact almost all the staff of Chelsea participated in it!"

Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun were so excited because of their "discovery", they didn't even pay attention to the little brother's hand gestures behind the camera.

"Yes! Don't look at the simplicity of the goal. In fact, the right time, place and people are indispensable. Although Tang Wu made a long pass from the backcourt, and then Lampard caught the ball and shot it???"

Speaking of this, Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun seemed to realize something.The two looked at each other, and then looked at the screen in unison.

The score at the bottom of the screen has become 0 to 1, and Chelsea's goal box shows: goal scorer, Lampard; assist, Tang Wu.

Tang Wu's assist?
Was this ball assisted by Tang Wu?

They both rubbed their eyes and looked again.

"Huang, Brother Huang, this ball is Tang Wu's assist!" Zhan Jun swallowed.

"That's right, this ball is Tang Wu's assist! FIFA counted the assist of this ball on Tang Wu!" Huang Jianxiang was also excited.

"My God!" The two sighed together, "This, is this the first assist by a Chinese player in the Champions League?"

"Tang Wu, Tang Wu made history!" Huang Jianxiang hurriedly looked down at the time.

Although the audience in front of the TV could only hear Huang Jianxiang's voice, Huang Jianxiang straightened his back and straightened his collar.Seeing Huang Jianxiang like this, Zhan Jun also sat upright, with a serious expression on the side.

"On April 2004, 4, at 7:4 Beijing time, Chinese player Tang Wu assisted Frank Lampard in the second leg of the quarter-final match between Chelsea and Arsenal in the 13-03 UEFA Champions League. He scored a goal. He became the No.04 Chinese player in the history of Chinese football to get an assist in the Champions League, let us congratulate him!"

"Congratulations to Tang Wu!" Zhan Jun also followed passionately, and then applauded for him.

The director behind the glass window was relieved when he saw the two of them like this. "Good guy, these two people finally noticed!"

If this is pointed out by the fans after the game, these two people will probably have to suspend their jobs tomorrow to check!At that time, if there is no [-]D review letter, don't even think about returning to work!
"Xiao Zhang, turn on the headset for me!" the director ordered backstage.

Xiao Zhang on the side quickly pressed the button and connected the headsets of Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun.

"Xiao Huang, hurry up and read the letter from the fans! The backstage is almost overwhelmed by the fans, and there are so many fans watching the game so early! It's really crazy!" Huang and Zhan's headsets came the director's orders.

The excited two people in front of the stage were taken aback, and quickly looked at the reminder board raised by the staff.

"Ahem, at this exciting moment, let's see what the fans think of this goal."

"A fan with the tail number 8796 sent a congratulatory text message: 'The east wind blows, the drums beat, who is Tang Wu afraid of? Run hard as soon as the trumpet sounds, and the Blue Army's central defender is bored!'"

"Hey, this fan is quite talented, and he writes good doggerel." Huang Jianxiang smiled all over his face.

"A netizen from Jiulang left a message saying: Congratulations to Tang Wu for getting his first assist in the Champions League. This is not Tang Wu's first assist, and I hope this is not Tang Wu's last assist either!"

"Yes, this is not the first assist of Tang Wu's career. As early as last year in the league against Wolves, Tang Wu had assisted Crespo. Speaking of which, it was the first goal of the Argentine in the Premier League " Huang Jianxiang is very familiar with Tang Wu's statistics, and immediately remembered Tang Wu's first assist in his Premier League career.

The two sang together and read a few letters from fans, and even felt that they still had more to say.

In this era without bullet screens, fans who stayed up late watching the game used their mobile phones or computers to type out congratulatory text messages and send them to the backstage of CCTV.

Then the backstage staff screened layer by layer, and read the correct information of the three views to the fans.

The moment Tang Wu's assist appeared, the messages in the background were maxed out immediately.The staff were too dazzled to read, so they could only randomly select the ones they thought were suitable from thousands of text messages and hand them over to Huang and Zhan at the front desk.

And among the text messages and messages that were screened out, more than 80.00% were all numbers: "666666!"

At the beginning, the staff of CCTV didn't know the meaning of this number, until a young man gave the correct interpretation: "The fans said that Tang Wu played too much 6!"

That's right, Tang Wu, a goalkeeper, can do things that many strikers can't do. How can he not be 6?
(End of this chapter)