six finger demon

Chapter 142
Kanu and other players knew how dangerous the ball was, but Reyes didn't understand it, and neither did the fans.

Chelsea has no substitutions, and the Gunners fans naturally hope that Tang Wu will be carried off, and then Chelsea will be defeated at Highbury again with one less player.

But Tang Wu, who stood up again, made these fans miscalculate.You were furious, like a group of desperate gamblers, yelling at Tang Wupo from the stands behind you.

"Hey, Huang P Monkey, are you here to apply for an actor? Did you go to the wrong set?"

"Go away, you schemer, this is Highbury, and the sanctity of this place will not be trampled upon!"

"Why doesn't Kanu break your arm, so you will understand how painful Dennis is! Murderer, go to hell!"

Time was running out and Arsenal were two goals behind.

The fans no longer expect the team to continue its unbeaten record. They just want the Gunners to score a goal and drag the game into overtime.

Tang Wu turned his head and looked at the angry fans in the stands, his heart was calm.

In the West, racial discrimination exists everywhere.For so many years, Tang Wu has stopped arguing and haggling with this group of white pigs who don't understand anything like a brat.

It is the best way to slap these people's mouths with strong strength. Tang Wu, as Chelsea's goalkeeper, needs to keep his calm all the time on the field.

"TOM, don't pay attention to those scumbags." Terry naturally heard the fans' scolding clearly, and comforted Tang Wu from the side.

"John, I will make these people shut up." Tang Wu said in a deep voice, "But I need your help."

"Our help?" Terry was taken aback, and then he understood, "TOM, the old man was just joking. In this situation, it is very difficult for us to break into the opponent's penalty area, and even if we do break in with the ball, it will not be because of the accident. Point and give up the shot."

"I know." Tang Wu pressed his hand, "I will not force my teammates to do this. But I hope we will still maintain an offensive posture at the last moment, and I don't care about the outcome."

"No, TOM, this is too dangerous!" Terry still shook his head, "In this case, our defense will leak out of space, and we will be defeated by Arsenal."

"John, we have an old saying in China - the best defense is offense!"

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he stepped forward from Terry's side and punched the ball in the air that was spinning in the opposite direction of the goal.

The fist and the ball collided, and it was the ball that flew out.

Bang!
Vieira was the first to rush out of the penalty area. He was really scared, afraid of Tang Wu's fast break.

The kicked ball flew near the middle circle and barely stopped. As soon as Campbell controlled the ball, Lampard rushed in front of him.

Once upon a time, this iron-blooded central defender could also rush forward like a striker!All this is due to Tang Wu's stability in the backcourt and the energy saved for Lampard.

Along with Gudjohnsen and the two wingers, the four Blues at the front lined up.

Campbell had no choice but to turn around and knock the ball back towards the backcourt.Lehmann, who rushed out of the penalty area, stepped on the ball and handed it to Ashley Cole, who also returned to the backcourt.

"Careful, Cole!" Lyman shouted.

Before Ashley Cole could turn around, a member of the Blue Army dressed in blue rushed up behind him.

"Be careful P!" Joe Cole cursed.

Both of them are called "Cole", but the blue's physical strength is sufficient, and the red's physical strength has long been exhausted.

Joe Cole's close press made it impossible for Ashley Cole to turn around or pass back to the goalkeeper.

And this position is still some distance from the bottom line, and there is no way to make a goal kick. Ashley Cole had to spread his arms behind his back like a hen catching a chick, and use his body to protect the ball under his feet.

As expected of a famous Arsenal full-back, no matter how Joe Cole stretched his feet, he couldn't touch the ball.

Under the deliberate guidance of Ashley Cole, the two gradually came near the sideline.

Seeing the opportunity, the Gunners defender jumped up and turned 180 degrees, exhausted all his strength in the air, and kicked the ball to Joe Cole's right leg.

beep!
Arsenal's throw-in.

Ashley Cole sat on the ground and took a few breaths, satisfied with his handling.

But when he stood up and raised the ball thrown by the caddy over his head, an embarrassing scene happened.

All the Arsenal players who came to respond were surrounded by personal defense, and behind every red was a shadow of blue. For a while, Ashley Cole didn't know who to throw the ball to.

"Is the physical strength of these guys unlimited?" The professor's face was full of surprise.

As the game drew to a close, Chelsea still took a high position to press despite leading the score, which surprised Wenger.

But when he turned his head to look at Ranieri aside, the Italian also opened his mouth in shock. Obviously, what happened on the court was not his arrangement at all.

But what can be done?
The team members have already rushed forward, should they be forced to retreat collectively?

In desperation, La Nieli had to accept the fact and watched Joe Cole chase the ball that was hit back to Ashley Cole.

Ashley Cole didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and kicked the ball forward with a big kick.But because of the haste, the ball flew out of the sideline as soon as it flew four or five meters.

A throw-in goes to Chelsea's side.

"Fack, aren't they satisfied?" Will looked angrily at the Chelsea players who frequently attacked on the field, cursing non-stop.

Zhou Yanping looked at Tang Wu curiously, "Alright, Tang Wu has also practiced dancing? Why is his body so soft?"

To be honest, Tang Wu's split save really surprised others, but this wonderful save was overshadowed by Tang Wu's injury and fell to the ground.

The competition was still fierce and exciting, and only these two women in the stands were still thinking about it.

"Brother Tang said that when he was a child in the countryside, he often went to an acrobatic class to play. Maybe it was the foundation laid at that time."

Zhou Yanping glanced at her niece, and without paying attention, "Brother Tang" came back to her lips again.

In the 86th minute, the Blues suddenly stepped up their attack without knowing what medicine they had taken.After receiving Lampard's through pass, Glenn Johnson barely waded the ball into the penalty area, and was "pulled down" by Lauren.

Merk just threw him a glance, then turned his attention to the others.

The England rookie sat on the ground and raised his hand toward the back of the referee. After realizing that no one was paying attention to him, he stood up silently and walked behind him.

At this time, Melchiot made another through pass from the side, and Joe Cole swept the ball across the center.Gudjohnsen headed Vieira and ran towards the penalty area to earn some points. Before the ball arrived, he and the Gunners both fell down and the ball was confiscated by Lehmann.

"Penalty, referee, this is a penalty!" Gudjohnsen sat on the ground and protested.

"Stand up quickly, or you will be sentenced to dive!" Merck warned the Icelandic shooter.

"No, referee, didn't you see it just now? This guy tripped me with his feet." Before Gudjohnsen could finish speaking, he was pulled up by Vieira next to him with a dissatisfied expression.

Damn, it was you who tripped me, okay, you still have the face to ask for a penalty?
Seeing the two standing up again, Lehmann impatiently kicked the ball forward and drove the ball forward.

Time was running out and the Gunners were unwilling to delay any longer.

boom!
The ball hit Parker's head and bounced to Terry behind him.

The fourth official held up a number plate showing "5" and waved it to the surrounding fans.

"5 minutes? Maybe there is still a chance!" Tang Wu and the professor had the same thought at the same time.

Henry couldn't think of why Chelsea continued to attack after leading by two goals.

Since Kanu played as a central defender when he was young, his position has been withdrawn deeply.The emperor stayed in the frontcourt alone, but rarely touched the ball.

There is no other reason, the Gunner's pass is simply not in place.

Feeling helpless, Henry could only retreat, planning to help his teammates break the ball first.

But Lampard, who had received a pass from Terry, had already accelerated, and the gun king chased after a few steps, and felt signs of cramping in his thigh.

"Shet! Why at this time?"

In the past few days of continuous high-intensity battles, even Henry couldn't maintain his form.Especially in terms of physical strength, most of the gunners were exhausted by the time the game was fought.

Reluctantly, he stopped and looked at the Blues central defender dribbling forward.At this moment, the King of Gunners, who was so powerful in Highbury, felt a sense of powerlessness.

Lampard swayed left and right, and after passing two people in a row, he fell to the ground and sent a through pass.

The ball rolled through Lauren's wicket and into the Arsenal penalty area. Glenciel, who was inserted from the wing, tried his best to chase it, and finally stopped the ball on the baseline.

"He is a legend or a belt"

Before Campbell could guess the result, Glenshire dribbled the ball into the penalty area with a steady center of gravity and gave the answer.

When he brought the ball in front of Campbell, he suddenly kicked the ball towards the opponent's side and accelerated straight forward.

"Has the ball been divided? You underestimate me too much!" Campbell groaned, turned around and used half of his body to block Glenshire.

But at this moment, Glenshire, who was galloping forward, was suddenly as fragile as a piece of paper. He stretched his right foot between Campbell's legs and fell directly to the ground.

"Hey, referee, I didn't do anything!" Campbell immediately signaled to the referee.

Grenshall was lying on the ground covering his face, as if Campbell's shoulder had just hit his chin.

Merck shook his head, still signaling that it was a good shot.

"Are the Chelsea guys crazy about scoring goals? Why are they all flopping in the penalty area?" an Arsenal fan yelled angrily.

"Heh, maybe I want to delay time!" The other fans on the side gave the answer.

"Hmph, then they're going to be disappointed, what a trick! Holy Shet! Watfak???"

Just when the potbellied fan looked disdainful, Lampard, who received a cross from Glenshire in the middle, gave a nudge.

The ball flew towards the goal at an unpleasant speed, but before it flew far, it hit Vieira's outstretched wrist.

beep! ! !
This time, Merck didn't hesitate at all, and directly blew the whistle in his mouth, and pointed to the penalty spot.

(End of this chapter)