six finger demon

Chapter 145 La Nieli's Redemption
"Goal, Tang Wu scored, Junzi, didn't you see it?" Huang Jianxiang was as excited as a child, hugged Zhan Jun's shoulders with both hands, and shook vigorously.

In fact, Zhan Jun was also full of joy, but he still smacked his lips seriously, "Other players ran for half the field after scoring a goal, but Tang Wu almost ran for the entire field. Is there any meaning for him to do so?"

Whatever it means, it's a goal!This is the first goal of a Chinese player in the Champions League!This is the first goal of the Chinese goalkeeper in the Champions League! ! !

Huang Jianxiang was ecstatic, and said to the microphone self-consciously: "Tang Wu scored, the game is over, Chelsea won this game! Let us bless Tang Wu, let us congratulate Tang Wu, let us always remember This day!!! Tang Wu has written history again, history has been written again!!!”

The other Blues players stopped following Tang Wu after halftime.Good guy, you are relying on your being the goalkeeper to walk us with enough physical strength, right?

We are not fooled by this!

So the players ran to the coach's bench one after another, hugging La Nieli and others.

A strange scene appeared.

There was no one around the goal scorer and Chelsea's dugout was huddled together.

"Fake, can't you all catch up to me?" Tang Wu curled his lips and stood there in embarrassment with his hands raised.

Alas, I still interact with the fans!
"Hey, did you see my goal?" Tang Wu walked behind the goal, stood in front of the billboard and shouted with open hands.

"Fack squid, get out of here!"

"Egoist, you are not welcome here, get out!"

"get out!!!"

The gun fans in the stands behind them had nothing to throw away for a long time. When the crowd was excited, a Mediterranean fan suddenly felt wet in the back of his head.Stretching out his hand to touch it, he turned around and cursed, "Fake, who spit it out?"

Before he could finish cursing, a flood of saliva followed, and the fan was instantly drenched.

"It seems that the fans must be too excited." Looking at the expressions of the fans who insulted him before, Tang Wu enjoyed it.

"Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard!" Tang Wu continued to shout, "To express my gratitude, I want to give you the most precious gift!"

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand towards the fans in the stands behind him.

"Oh, buy it! He won't do it again"

While the gun fans were stunned, Tang Wu's outstretched left hand slowly raised two middle fingers.

The gun fans cursed even louder, but such a long distance was beyond the reach of saliva.

"Oh, DADDY, let me go, I'm your dear son!" A little boy was picked up by a strong man beside him.

"Listen Ike, you're the bravest lad in London! Come on! Break this guy's middle finger off!"

"Ah!!!" With a scream, Ike was thrown off the stands by his father.

"Thank you for your support, thank you for your support!" Tang Wu stretched out two middle fingers with his left hand and swipe from left to right, and blew kisses to the furious gun fans with his right hand.

When Tang Wu faced the stands in the middle behind the goal, he saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in his seat, looking straight at him.

"Uh"

"well?!"

Tang Wu blinked in embarrassment, and instantly changed his middle finger into a "V" shape, then quickly turned around, returned to the goal without making a sound, picked up the glove and put it on his hand.

Well, why are you here?

Could it be that after she got angry, she mixed with the fans to watch her game every time?

"I know!" Zhan Jun shouted.

Huang Jianxiang was still counting Tang Wu's statistics, praising his achievements, and was shocked by Zhan Jun's voice.

"Junzi, what do you know?"

"Tang Wu's way of celebrating!" Zhan Jun was ecstatic to reveal the answer, "12 seconds! Tang Wu only took 12 seconds to run from the penalty spot to the goal line, one second faster than ordinary people. "

"That is to say, he wants to prove to the world that even if he misses a penalty kick, he still has the ability to run back to the goal line in the shortest possible time."

Hearing Zhan Jun's explanation, Huang Jianxiang also slapped his thigh, "Yes, it should be like this!"

"And don't forget that although Tang Wu is an athlete, he has already been on the court for 10 minutes. Until now, his 12-meter sprint can reach [-] seconds. What does that mean?"

"It shows that Tang Wu has extraordinary stamina, that Tang Wu has confidence in himself, and that Tang Wu stepped forward to kick the penalty after careful consideration."

Zhan and Huang were ecstatic, as if they had discovered a new continent, they discussed with each other the surprise brought by Tang Wu's ball.

The Chelsea players were celebrating wildly, but Lehmann was stunned on the goal line.

He was ready to make a save, guessed correctly the direction of Tang Wu's kick, and even took into account the defense in the middle.

But what he didn't expect at all was Tang Wu's penalty kick method.

On the court, there is a universal way for players to do every action.

For example, when a basketball player shoots a basketball, he has to lift the ball up, put it in his hands and put it in a good posture, press his wrist with one hand, hold the ball with the other hand, and then use his wrist to throw the ball.

But now, Tang Wu directly "push" the football out while running, as if he just lifted the ball over his head when shooting and then suddenly let go of his hands, letting the ball fly directly to the basket along with the strength of his arms.

Such a fast pace naturally makes it too late for the defenders to reach out to block shots, and it also makes it impossible for the goalkeeper to make any saves.

As the captain of the Gunners, Vieira came up and hugged Lehmann.

It's not that we are incompetent, but that the enemy is too cunning!

This kid is obviously a goalkeeper, is it possible that he still thinks about how to kick a penalty every day?

It's incredible!

If it is said that this is the result of Tang Wu's regular practice, the shooters will not believe it; but if it is said that it is Tang Wu's temporary move, then this kid's shooting talent is too heaven-defying!

Not only is the heart big enough, but the footwork of the left and right feet is also outstanding, and does it make people live?
After seeing the goal, Wenger also let out a long sigh, it's over, Arsenal's Champions League journey is over.

Tang Wuchao stretched out his hand to the shooter who fell into the water, but only after he grabbed it did he realize that it was a prosthetic limb that would break if he pulled it.

Arsenal, which fell into the abyss again, was "dying" and suffered an "excessive" tease from the opponent, teasing hard!

Reyes sat on the bench with blank eyes.It was hard for him to believe that such a creative penalty was actually made by Tang Wu.

The brilliance of the Spanish golden boy was covered by Tang Wu's palm in an instant, like a monkey who could never escape the Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain, being crushed and out of breath.

Perhaps because of the blow today, the Spanish golden boy who just joined the Gunners has become bumpy in the Premier League.

The remaining time has become garbage time. Even if the Gunners are allowed to shoot from the midfield to the frontcourt, they will not be able to score three goals.

The referee Merck looked at his watch, and with about half a minute left, he blew the whistle for the end of the game.

The two teams didn't want to continue for a long time. The difference is that the red gunman sat on the ground and rubbed his cramped thigh; the blue players continued to gallop, wantonly celebrating at the old opponent's home court.

With tears in his eyes, La Nieli shook hands with everyone who came forward to greet him and exchanged blessings.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." The Italian kept repeating a word in his Italian English until he realized that the hand he extended had six fingers.

"How do you feel, old man?"

"TOM?" La Nieli wiped his eyes, stepped forward and hugged Tang Wu, "You really scared me!"

"There is nothing to be afraid of!" Tang Wu patted the Italian on the back, "Everything is over, everything will be over!"

La Nieli took a deep breath and looked into Tang Wu's eyes seriously, "Thank you Tom, you are right, the nightmare is finally over!"

Looking at the blue celebrating in the sea of ​​red on the screen, Zhan Jun also looked sad.

"It has been almost 99 years since 5, and in 18 games, Chelsea finally defeated the nightmare!"

"I think Raney will be able to sleep well tonight!"

(End of this chapter)