six finger demon

Chapter 301 Door God Cech

After saving a goal that Gerrard was almost sure to score, Lampard, Terry, Makelele, Gallas and others swarmed up.The short one patted Cech's shoulder and the tall one rubbed Cech's head, all of them were amazed by this wonderful save.

Seeing such a wonderful goal line rescue, even Zhan Jun had to admire: "I'm afraid no one will condemn Mourinho anymore, he has indeed got a goalkeeper comparable to Tang Wu!"

Petr Cech, who is 1.9 meters six, and Tang Wu, who is 1.8 meters and nine, it is hard for people present not to compare them together.

Although the two come from different countries and regions, they have different appearances and personalities.But they are about the same age and experience.

Some people said that Cech squeezed Tang Wu away, while others said that Tang Wu refused to accept Mourinho's discipline.

After Tang Wu left Chelsea, fans often debated in the media about who is better Cech or Tang Wu.

Now, when two of the youngest and best goalkeepers in the Premier League stand on the same pitch, it turns out that they are both world-class.

Goal-line skills, mental quality, physical response, goalkeeping handling, etc. are comparable.You can save Drogba's low-to-the-ground flying cut, and I can save Gerrard's low-altitude heavy artillery.

Both of them used their own defense to stick to the last line of defense and tried their best to keep the goal.

While the fans are looking forward to a goal battle, they also want to enjoy the extreme saves of the goalkeepers of both sides.

It's an oxymoron, but who's to say it's "greedy"?

Regardless of the outcome of the two sides, at this moment, even some Anfield fans couldn't help but applaud Cech.

Gerrard pinched his waist outside the penalty area, doing his best and obeying the destiny.It was his first shot since Alonso went off the pitch.

This kind of ball was saved by the opponent's goalkeeper. Gerrard really didn't know if he would have a chance to kick such a high-quality shot next time.

Just as the captain of the Red Army shook his head and sighed, there was a sudden gust of wind beside him.

Gerrard subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Tang Wu's arm.

"TOM, you"

Tang Wu pointed to the 43 minutes and 37 seconds timing card above his head, and replied blankly, "There is still time, maybe I will push in the next one."

When Tang Wu was seen rushing back into Chelsea's restricted area from near the middle circle again, there was an uproar in the audience.

"My God, is Tom dying?"

"Tom has so much stamina?"

"Is Tom crazy?"

This was the third time Tang Wu rushed into the opponent's penalty area in the first half, and everyone could see Tang Wu's desire for victory.

Taking advantage of his inertia, Tang Wu made a bad move before stopping, deliberately bumping into Terry.

The captain of the blue army was staggered by Tang Wu, and Tang Wu took the opportunity to stand in his place.

"Hey, Don, don't you think you're going to win every corner from now on?"

The two were familiar with each other, but Terry didn't want to suffer, so he tried his best to push Tang Wuchao away.

"Congratulations, John, you guessed it right." Tang Wu said with a smile while lowering his center of gravity and fighting Terry, "Maybe in the second half, your task will become 'defend the opponent's goalkeeper'!"

"Fack, Don, do you know what you're doing?"

Terry increased his strength again, but found in vain that Tang Wu was motionless like a wall.

Seeing Tang Wu's bulging muscles, Terry knew that Tang Wu was no longer the "hemp stick" that he could knock away a year ago.

"Of course I know!" Tang Wu grinned, revealing a meaningful smile. "Then do you know what you're doing?"

"What am I doing?" Terry asked subconsciously.

"You're hitting the goalkeeper!"

"???"

Just when Terry was thinking about what Tang Wu meant, Tang Wu suddenly withdrew most of his strength, and then dodged backwards, avoiding the fallen Terry.

"Fake, Tang, you..." Terry, who suddenly lost his center of gravity, yelled, and could only watch Tang Wu bypass his side and rush towards the ball.

"Get out of the way, I'm coming!!!" Tang Wu shouted.

This is a Chinese sentence.

The moment they heard this sentence, at least three Chelsea defenders were taken aback, and Gallas subconsciously gave way to Tang Wu.

"Fake Squid, Don!" At this moment, even Makelele was pinned in place by conditioned reflex, and stared at Tang Wu and burst into a foul language.

Tang Wu is really too cunning.

When Tang Wu was at Chelsea, he used such a slogan to order his teammates to get out of the way so that he could grab points; now that Tang Wu uses this trick in reverse, how can Makelele and others not be angry?
But what can I do to be angry?
The legs that had already started stopped due to conditioned reflex, and it was unrealistic to let them run again in a short time to earn the top.

At this moment, including Lampard, they watched Tang Wu leap high and flick the ball with his head.

"T~~~OM???" The commentator at Anfield stretched out his tone again.

This time, Tang Wu's head actually hit the ball.The rapidly spinning ball suddenly changed direction the moment it touched Tang Wu's head and flew towards the upper left corner of the goal.

Have! ?
Tang Wu was overjoyed.

Tang Wu grinned after the header was successful, and his body began to fall, looking forward to the sound of the ball hitting the net.

But at this moment, it was that damn glove again, blocking the path of the ball again.

Makelele and Gallas and others have conditioned reflexes, but Cech does not!
After the 1.9-meter-six long Czech man has fully stretched his body, his defensive coverage is surprisingly large.On this point, even Tang Wu would be willing to bow down.

Cech, who is tall and has long arms, has long noticed Tang Wu's point. When Tang Wu chased the ball, he also moved towards Tang Wu.

It's a pity that Tang Wu is a goalkeeper, and heading is the most wasteful technique in normal training.

If it was replaced by a killer like Crespo who is good at hitting the goal, he would definitely point his forehead and push the ball in the opposite direction of the opponent's goalkeeper.

But no if.

Tang Wu's header wasn't very powerful, but the angle was a bit tricky.

Cech's outstretched hand lifted up gently, and once again resolved a goal that must be scored.

"Oh, buy it, it sucks!" The narrator opened his mouth wide, "Peter again???"

Tang Wuding is beautiful, Cech is even more exciting.

In just 2 minutes, Cech twice showed the world his seamless goal line technique and unparalleled body control ability.

Whether it is position selection, judgment, saves, and handling, it can be said to be world-class.

People are finally willing to believe that Chelsea's ability to maintain so many unbeaten games this season is not due to the strength of the defense line Tang Wu left behind. Yascha.

There is such a mature and stable goalkeeper, coupled with an extremely sharp striker trident.Even Chelsea's enemies have to admit that this season's Blues already possess the godhood to win the championship. It depends on whether his competitors have the ability to pull the blue battleship off the throne.

(End of this chapter)