six finger demon

Chapter 339 What a Strong Waist

Walter?

Liverpool scored?

So fast?
Before the bald head on the sidelines could react, he stepped out with two legs and hugged the staff on the side.

"Anfield has a better atmosphere than any English stadium and that drives their team."

Capello finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"King of Cups", "Big Buster".

Both nicknames belong to Liverpool.

No matter which kind of "BUFF" takes effect, it is not good for Juventus.

"Fake!"

Seeing the ball in the goal, Ibrahimovic spit angrily.

"Die before being born", this is what he was talking about!

Did you get an "own assist" before you scored a goal?
This made the Swedish tower feel irritable.

With Ibrahimovic swearing, there is also Fontana in the press box.

She clearly felt that after Hypia scored a goal, the colleagues around her all looked at her secretly from the corner of her eye, as if she could see something through her low-cut dress.

At that moment, Fontana only felt a cold current rushing up and down her body, as if she was sitting naked in the press box.

"Liverpool is really a blind cat and a dead mouse!" Fontana clenched her fists.

At this time, Liverpool seemed to be transformed into a red beast. It had already bitten a piece of lean meat from this fresh and fat zebra, so how could it easily let go?

The Red Army, which still maintained a high-tempo offensive state after taking the lead, made a comeback again. In the 14th minute, Carragher intercepted the opponent's clearance ball and shot a quick shot with his right foot over the goal beam.

Two minutes later, in a ball protection and scramble, Emerson fell to the ground clutching his thigh. It can be seen from his painful face that his thigh should be strained.

"What kind of barbaric team is this?"

"Referee, are you blind? Isn't this a foul?"

The Juventus fans in the stands became a little dissatisfied. This kind of physical confrontation has already blown the whistle in Serie A.

But here is the Premier League!

Liverpool's offensive machine has been activated, and the Bianconeri in the away game had to struggle.

In the 19th minute, Liverpool almost expanded the score by counterattack: Garcia once again used Zambrotta to mark the man, stopped the ball on the right and kicked back a pass with his left foot. , the ball bounced wide of the far post.

In the 23rd minute, Gerrard sent a through pass in the middle.Riise broke through Zebina after receiving the ball. His cross from the left was low and urgent, but Le Tale, who was outflanking the center, unfortunately missed the ball under the interference of Cannavaro.

So far in the game, Tang Wu has not even sent a goal kick.

The Red Army goalkeeper stood between the middle circle and the top of the arc, and the two full-backs stood on the left and right beside Del Piero, guarding against Juventus' quick counterattack.

But under the high pressure of the Liverpool team, it is difficult for the Juventus defender to play a high-quality long pass.

In the 25th minute, Liverpool expanded the score again.

Le Tale made a cross with his right foot. Luis Garcia rushed forward and waited for the ball to bounce. He volleyed with the instep of his left foot 20 meters in front of the goal. The ball passed Buffon's fingertips and entered the net from the far corner.

With this ball, even though Buffon fully stretched his body in the air, he didn't touch the slightest bit.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" The live commentator's hysterical long voice sounded again over Anfield.

Garcia's "Flying Fairy" brought Anfield to a climax.

No one expected that Juventus, which took 420 minutes to concede 2 goals in the past, came to Anfield and fell behind 25-0 in only 2 minutes.

Looking at the Liverpool players who raised their hands to the KOPs and bowed to thank them, Zhan Jun's face was full of excitement.

Fontana sat in the middle of the press box, with one hand covering her non-existent collar, and the other hand on her mouth, biting her nails.

She can accept being photographed and posted on magazine covers and wall calendars, but she really doesn't want to go naked!
The former is to make money, but the latter is to lose face.

"Look! Today's Liverpool has shown the temperament of dock workers. Such a team with rough and old technology has taught a lesson to the world's top defensive masters!"

"Today's Liverpool hijacked the old woman with blood and courage. Liverpool once again showed the world the style of the Red Army!"

"25 minutes, 2-0! Such a Liverpool will not disgrace the style of Bill Shankly back then!" Zhan Jun said excitedly.

Garcia's "Flying Immortal" was simple and rude, and drilled into the upper right corner of the goal with an unpredictable trajectory.Just like Ronaldinho's kick, it was unpredictable.

Liverpool's passion completely slapped Capello on the face. His "1-0 doctrine" is like space food-rich in nutrition and reasonable in structure, but without a trace of humanity.

The Italian coach still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him after Garcia scored. How could Anfield have such magic power?Make a team without a decent striker extremely sharp?
The nightmarish start frustrated all members of the Bianconeri. They thought it would be a close match at most, but who would have thought that before half an hour of the game, the Red Army had already scored two goals.

These world-famous big-name players glanced at each other, but they didn't understand why their teammates were like sleepwalking, and they were so unfavorable both offensively and defensively?

Perhaps it was two goals behind that awakened the Zebras. One minute later, the Swedish tower used the fast break after the kick-off to stop the ball with its right foot 1 meters in front of Liverpool's goal.Without waiting for Hyypia's block, after half a beat, the left foot quickly pocketed the ball to the far corner of the goal.

"Fake!" Tang Wu cursed in a low voice.

Even if Tang Wu came out after Ibrahimovic's kick, he couldn't reach the ball!
After stretching his body as much as possible, the ball still slipped past Tang Wu's fingertips.

There was a soft "dang" sound from behind, like the sound of heaven, reaching Tang Wu's ears.

goal post?

Didn't enter?

Tang Wu got up immediately, and the ball had already bounced out of his face.

"I can't give you a chance this time!"

Tang Wu clenched his teeth, and after only taking two steps, he rushed to the other side with all his might.

Nedved's supplementary shot just hit the center of Tang Wu's palm and popped out of the baseline.

"Ohh!!!"

A long sigh came from the visiting stands.

What a good opportunity, wasted by the goalpost like this?
Ibrahimovic stared at Tang Wu, who had just got up from the ground, viciously.The latter ignored Ibrahimovic's murderous gaze, but went straight to the left column and patted the door frame.

"Hey! I'm still considerate of my goal!"

After these two saves, Tang Wu's muscles were fully stretched and he was in the best condition.

In the corner, Camoranesi raised his right hand high, then slammed the ball into the air with a run-up.

The ball crossed the heads of the Liverpool players in a diamond shape, showing a half-moon-like arc, and flew lightly to the top of the penalty area.

"It's so beautiful!" Everyone couldn't help admiring when they saw this arc.

Regardless of the height or the landing point of this corner kick, Tang Wu had no way to get involved, so he could only firmly nail himself to the goal line.

Just as others were guessing where the ball would land, Zambrotta at the front of the penalty area jumped high to meet the falling ball and pushed the ball into the penalty area again.

In the penalty area, players from both sides have long been in a mess.

"Fuck!"

This was the voice in Tang Wu's heart, but he didn't say it out of his mouth.

Ibrahimovic in the penalty area leaned on Finnan with his body, twisted his body in the face of Zambrotta's header, and swept the ball towards the Liverpool goal with a scorpion tail.

For a moment, Tang Wu raised his hands subconsciously and raised them above his head, but it was still a step too late.

The ball hit Tang Wu's fingertips and did not completely stop the castration, and flew directly upwards.

"when!"

Tang Wu, who fell to the ground, clearly watched the ball hit the crossbar and bounced downward.

Both linesmen squatted in the corner, squinting one eye along the baseline towards the Liverpool goal.

Due to the blocking of the goal post, they only saw a black and white phantom quickly hit the goal line, and jumped high again.

Are you in?
Still not in?

All the fans held their breath and thought of one thing at the same time: Will this ball be like the kick of the England player Hurst in the 1966 World Cup final? It is still an unsolved case, right?

Since it may become an unsolved case, then I will completely end it!
Ibrahimovic didn't think so much at this time. As a world-class striker, he would only follow his sense of smell in front of goal.

The moment Tang Wu hit the ball on the beam, he got rid of Fennan beside him and rushed towards the ball in front of the goal line.

With his long legs of 1.9 meters [-], he can rush to the door in just three or two steps.

At that time, whether it is overhead or kicking, the ball can be stabbed into the damn gate.

But at this time, Tang Wu fell backwards into the goal because he subconsciously blocked the ball just now, and he had no time to get up to save the ball.

In other words, Ibrahimovic is facing an empty door!
"First goal of a hat-trick!"

Looking at the black and white elves close at hand, the Swedish forward seemed to see his first goal in the Champions League when he came to his new club.

One step, two steps Just as Ibrahimovic, who was on the third step, was about to lift his right foot and stab the falling ball into the goal, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and directly threw the falling ball into the goal. Take it in your arms.

"Fake!"

Ibrahimovic, who was unable to brake in time, quickly retracted his feet, but his body rushed out with inertia.

In just a split second, the foreheads of the 1.9-meter-six Ibrahimovic and the 1.8-meter-[-] Tang Wu hit each other hard.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled thud in front of the Liverpool gate.

Tang Wu, whose forehead was hit, just frowned slightly, but his feet stepped firmly on the goal line as if they had taken root, and he didn't even take a step back.

"Are you looking for it?" Tang Wu raised his eyes, pointed to the ball in his arms, and asked with a smile to Ibrahimovic whose forehead was pressed against his own.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The Swedish God Tower stared at Tang Wu condescendingly, motionless.

When Del Piero stepped forward to move Ibra away, the corners of the Swedish tower's mouth suddenly grinned to both sides, and took the lead in removing his forehead.

"Interesting, more and more interesting."

Ibrahimovic shook his long hair chicly, and ran towards the outside of the penalty area with Del Piero.

Tang Wu also shook his head immediately, the other side of the scar on his forehead was swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Tang Wu didn't care, because the effect of force is mutual, and Ibrahimovic's side is definitely not much better.

In the stands, the fans of both sides had long been arguing.

But judging from the follow-up performance of the Juventus players, the goal just now was not scored.In this way, there will be no controversy.

Fontana on the press seat stared intently at Tang Wu in front of Liverpool's gate, swallowing saliva, restless all over her body.

At this moment, she forgot about the betting, the streaking, and the shame and embarrassment.

Looking at Tang Wu's slender and muscular body, the Italian supermodel only had a few words in her heart: what a strong waist!

(End of this chapter)