six finger demon

Chapter 306
The game has reached a fever pitch.

The two sides have been fighting heartily for eight to 10 minutes. At this point in the game, Beitu has already considered whether to shake hands with the opponent and make peace.

However, Mourinho has clearly shown his attitude by substituting three energetic strikers in a row. In addition to replacing Riise with Meller, Beitu also holds a substitution in his hand, but he has not made it for a long time. .

Liverpool has no soldiers to replace!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred on the field.

Although Tang Wu paid great attention to protecting the emptiness left by the team's front position, when the physical strength of the players gradually disappeared, there were times when he lost sight of the other.

In the 81st minute, Lampard finally seized the defensive gap between Liverpool's central defenders and sent an exquisite long pass, which accurately sent the ball behind Hyypia and Finnan.

Almost at the moment when Lampard passed the ball, the Icelandic sniper had already started.

Gudjohnsen, who had just been put on the field, was full of energy. He just used his speed and physical impact to move forward and get rid of all the Liverpool players' defense at once.

The ball is passed, the person arrives!
With Gudjohnsen's strength, there is no need to warm up at all.The Icelandic sniper just stretched his legs lightly and unloaded the ball.Taking advantage of the inertia, he took another step forward, throwing Hypia away about three meters behind him.

As the Icelandic sniper ran wildly with the ball, this distance was still increasing a little bit.

At this time, even if the Liverpool defender wants to make a tactical foul, he can't reach the forward Blues center forward.

One-handed!

The Icelandic sniper drives straight in with the ball!

As the game approached, Chelsea finally got a chance to kill the game.

Mourinho also held his breath, the Icelanders only need to send the ball into Liverpool's net, and they can wipe out the damn Chinese goalkeeper's whole game.

Fans from both sides in the stands also stood up one after another. They had different appearances, but their expressions of anxiety were surprisingly the same, and there was an inexplicable tension between their brows.

At this juncture, no one is not nervous!
The players and staff of both sides on the coach's bench also looked nervously at the Red Army's restricted area without blinking their eyes.

Facing Gudjohnsen's one-handed ball, Tang Wu swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he stepped back slowly, and didn't even have time to wipe the sweat that dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Hiss~~It hurts so much!

The salt in the sweat stung Tang Wu's left eye, but Tang Wu still stared at the ball.

nervous?
Nothing to be nervous about.

In other words, Tang Wu at this time was no longer in the mood to experience what it felt like to be "nervous".

During his one-year stay at Chelsea, Tang Wu experienced Gudjohnsen's one-handed goals many times; facing this goalkeeper with eleven fingers, the Icelandic sniper also has a lot of scoring experience.

After all, the goalkeeper is still the weak side!
One step, two steps, three steps.
However, when Gudjohnsen could see the pores on the other person's face clearly, he did not see fear; on the contrary, he saw a strong confidence.

In a daze, the Icelandic sniper seemed to see more than 3 fans standing behind Tang Wu and blocking the goal.But like an abandoned general, he came to knock on the door alone.

Hiss~~~ What a powerful force!
This is the momentum Tang Wu has accumulated in the last nine or ten minutes of the game!
good chance!
Seeing the moment when Gudjohansen was unsettled, Tang Wu raised his body function to the highest speed with the fastest speed without any hesitation, and rushed straight at Gudjohnsen like a hungry wolf.

come on!

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

Tang Wu has long been fearless!

Tang Wu was rushing forward with an indomitable momentum, rushing towards the ball at Gudjohnsen's feet like a hungry wolf.

He only has the ball in his eyes!
Looking at Tang Wu who was pounced on the ball, Gudjohnsen replayed Tang Wu's desperate performance throughout the game like a revolving lantern in his mind.

"I will treat you well"

"Get rid of him"

"Can't you even defend a goalkeeper?"

Sentences of vicious shouts reverberated in Gudjohnsen's mind, and the Icelandic sniper, who was six years older than Tang Wu, had a heart beating suddenly, and it seemed that even his breathing became disordered.

Falk, stop thinking so much!
Gudjohnsen simply held his breath, and with his many years of experience, he directly lifted his foot and made a shooting motion.

Swing your legs and shoot!
Bang!
The ball turned into a white light and rolled towards the far corner of the goal.

coming!

I'm going all out!

Don't even think about getting into Lao Tzu's goal! ! !

The moment Gudjohnsen stepped out, Tang Wu stretched his body almost at the same time.Quickly put your body horizontally in the air like a textbook, and then hit the ball with your palm.

In order to increase the defensive area, I would rather break my fingers than make a fist!
Snapped!
The ball rolled on the ground and hit Tang Wu's outstretched fingertips, and bounced out more than ten centimeters before continuing to roll forward.

But this time, the goal of the ball was not in the net. Under the attention of 3 people, it rolled out of the baseline by rubbing the left post.

"IT'S TO~~~~~~~M!" The narrator stretched out his voice, holding the microphone and shouting "Again and again!"

Gudjohnsen, who missed a single-handed shot, and Mourinho put their heads in their hands and watched in disbelief as the ball bounced off the advertising board outside the goal.

Can this also be thrown out? ? ?

Anfield was ignited again.

The vicissitudes of life show the true qualities of a hero!The green hills stand tall, and the ambition of not falling into the clouds!
Tang Wu quickly got up, looked down at the Icelandic sniper who was 4 cm shorter than himself, and kept beating his chest and roaring.

hoo hoo hoo hoo! ! !
Mourinho raised his head and closed his eyes.

The tight mouth seemed to say it all.

Chelsea wasted too many chances.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

From the aggressiveness at the beginning to the current one, even the iron man Terry, the tough guy Lampard, these usually resolute generals of the blue army, felt a sense of powerlessness at this moment.

The players looked at the coach on the sidelines, and at the boss Abramovich who came up to watch the game from the VIP seat.

They really wanted to ask these two people, even in this short second, if they ever regretted selling Tang Wu so hastily.

The single-handed defeat affected the quality of Chelsea's corner kick. When Tang Wu took the ball firmly, the blue team members were soaked in a sense of powerlessness in an instant, until they saw Tang Wu quickly kick the ball forward. Gritting his teeth, he quickly returned to defense.

If every team is as difficult to play as Liverpool, let alone the championship, whether the top four can be guaranteed at the end of the season will be a problem.

Terry gritted his teeth and tried his best to open his legs and quickly return to defense.

But this time the ball accurately found Mailer, who was also just playing. The young player known as "Rooney II" stopped an insignificant rough ball, and then strode forward.

How can there be any delicacy at this time?

Whoever has physical strength is the father!

Shout out!
Ferreira and Gallas had no physical strength at all, and they supported the whole screen with one breath.Meile rushed forward desperately, knocking the defense line formed by the two people upside down, and both of them fell to the ground.

When the Liverpool teenager moved forward all the way, the front was already flat.

"Come on! Go! Go!" The [-] Anfield fans shouted the same word in hoarse voices, turning into countless boosts to push Mailer forward.

"A little bit, a little bit, a little bit." Terry puffed his cheeks, and used the moment Mailer knocked away his teammates to chase back desperately.

From single-handedly to quilt single-handedly.

Many people cannot accept such an ending.

But no one can accept it, not John Terry!
He is Chelsea's iron guard, he is Chelsea's captain!
In just a few steps, Terry has drawn at least five ways to steal the ball in his mind.

But each one is to catch up with the other party first.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.
Terry heard his own gasp at this moment.

He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and grabbed the red robe in front of him.Either way, grab the other person first.

"Eh? Terry also fell down!" Even the home commentator was surprised by Terry's sudden fall to the ground.

No one expected that the Blues central defender who played the best in the game would stumble on his feet and fall to the turf at the last and most critical moment.

Only Terry himself knew that he had just caught an empty shot.

The extreme lack of oxygen in his brain caused his eyes to hallucinate, misjudging the distance between himself and Mailer.

Am I so tired?

How could I be so tired?
Oh, is it because of TOM?
Whether it was Tang Wu's free kick or winning the top, Terry concentrated 100% of his energy.

Not only Tang Wu personally put too much pressure on Terry, but also Tang Wu's special position made Terry dare not take it lightly.

The best defense in the Premier League gets a goal by a goalkeeper?
If this spreads, don't let others laugh out loud?

Because of this, Terry not only took care of the Blue Army's defense, but also put in more energy for guarding Tang Wu.

Terry, who fell to the ground, suddenly felt tiredness welling up in his heart, and his eyelids drooped downward like iron strikes.Even if he forced himself to open his eyes, what he saw was just a blurry gap.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.
Terry could only hear his own panting at this moment.

"Captain, Captain!"

"team leader?"

"Captain, how are you?"

After an unknown amount of time, Terry suddenly felt that someone was calling him.It seems that there are still people holding their heads and pinching their own people.

who is it?

Who is calling me?
Terry opened his eyes suddenly, and a thunderous whistling sound poured into his ears, shaking Terry's eardrums with pain.

"Paul? Is that you? Are you calling me?" Looking at Paul Ferreira who was hugging him, Terry opened his mouth and asked.

"Yes, captain, I just saw that you had no protective measures when you fell, and I thought you passed out!" Paulo Ferreira replied honestly.

"By the way, the game, we're still playing! Where's Mailer? Where's the ball?" Terry's two pupils finally returned to normal, and he lifted himself up from Paul Ferreira's arms and looked around.

What came into view was Petr Cech who was sitting on the ground shaking his head repeatedly.Behind him, is a ball parked in the goal line.

"The ball went in?" Terry was very surprised.

"The goal has been scored." Ferreira nodded as soon as he shouted, and pointed to the Liverpool players huddled together on the sidelines.

"How did you get in?" Terry asked quickly.After asking, he waved his hand suddenly, as if remembering something.

"Mailer? One-handed? Well, I get it, I get it."

At this moment, the captain of the blue team looked at the celebrating Liverpool players with bitterness on his face.

(End of this chapter)