six finger demon

Chapter 367 What Did You Grab?
The blue ones are like sea water, and the red ones are like flames.

Ninety minutes later, the flames turned to fireworks and the sea turned to tears.

The suspense lasted almost to the last second. After a dizzying 90 minutes of twirling with a red and blue pencil, the "scarlet letter" was finally written - Anfield Stadium, which instantly became a paradise for Liverpool people.

Mourinho seems to have aged a lot in 90 minutes, and Benitez has remained unchanged for 90 years.

This time, the madman lost.

Totally lost.

Everyone knows that when Lampard appeared on the Anfield stadium, he was not the best Lampard, Robben was not the most dazzling Robben, Kezman was still the crappy Kezman, Thiago was still the same When Thiago was mediocre, Chelsea would naturally not be the best Chelsea.

But Liverpool is different, this is almost the best Liverpool in the past 20 years!
The arrival of Benitez revitalized this long-sinking team, and the deep heritage and kingly temperament deposited in the blood of the Red Army were able to rise again.

After the game, the two coaches from the Iberian Peninsula stuck together and whispered to each other before walking towards their players.

Blues players sat on the pitch at Anfield one by one, surrounded by cheers from rival fans.

Mourinho walked up to the weeping Terry and comforted his captain.

Then there are Lampard, Makelele, Glenn Johnson and these players in blue.

On the pitch at Anfield, what people saw was not the usual high-spirited madman, but a parent with half-haired hair who comforted his children with kind words.

The singing of You Will Never Walk Alone echoed over Liverpool, and many fans rushed into the stadium to celebrate with the Red Army players.

Especially Tang Wu.

The poor guy was left with nothing but a pair of shorts when security cleared away the fans surrounding him.

"Hey! What did you grab?"

"I snatched a shoe, how about you?"

"I only got one sock!"

After being driven away by security, several Liverpool girls who "returned with a lot of money" got together to discuss the "boots" with great interest.

"Lisa, what about you?"

The long-haired, big-breasted girl named Lisa had a smug expression on her face. After checking that there was no one else around, she stuffed her hand into her T-shirt and took out a glove.

"Oh my God!"

"It's the glove of the left hand!"

"Lisa, how did you do it?"

The girls asked chirping.

Everyone knew that the glove on Tang Wu's left hand was more valuable than his right hand.

Lisa blinked, "I put it in Tom's left hand, and he let go!"

Lisa said, pointing to Opie on her chest.

"Oh! I just said Tom is a gentleman!"

"That's right, Tom is the only real gentleman in England!"

The other girls looked envious.

"Oliver, what did you grab again?"

"Yes, Oliver, your position is so good, why didn't you grab anything?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Oliver shook his short hair, pinched his waist, chewed gum and said, "Who said I didn't get anything? What I got was countless times better than you!"

"Walter?"

"What is it?"

"Is there anything better than Tom's gloves?"

Under the expectant eyes of the girls, Oliver puffed out his chest, and pulled out a curly hair from his Opie.

"Look, this is it!"

"this."

The girls were taken aback for a moment, and then they realized that they all covered their mouths in surprise.

"Oh, buy, sweet!"

"Oliver, what did you just do to Tom?"

Tang Wu felt a little pain in the ass, it really did!

You said it's fine if you take my clothes off, why do you still do it?

Under the protection of security guards, Tang Wu came to the entrance of the player channel.

"Hey, Tom, how are you feeling?" Bebald asked with concern.

"You'll know when you take it apart." Tang Wu pointed to the gauze on his right shoulder, "From the current point of view, there is no problem."

"That's good, go change your clothes!"

Bei Bald patted Tang Wu on the back and greeted the next team member.

"Hey, Tom, how do you feel?" After walking a few steps, Alonso approached Tang Wu and asked the same words as Beitu.

"Great!" Tang Wu pointed to his shorts, "You don't know, a hand was inserted into it just now!"

"Ouch!" Alonso made a vomiting gesture, "TOM, I bet that's a middle-aged greasy moron in his 40s!"

"I'm sure it's not!" Tang Wu was still smiling.

"Why? Who did you see?"

Tang Wu shook his head: "No, I was pressed to the ground and I couldn't even move."

"Then why are you sure you're not a middle-aged idiot?"

"That's all." Tang Wu said, throwing a small object into Alonso's hands.

Alonso took a closer look, and it turned out to be a pink manicure.

"Hmph, that's even more disgusting! I didn't expect that greasy uncle to be gay!" Alonso stubbornly retorted, while pretending to lower his head and sniff.

"Hey, it still smells like orchid!"

"There are no orchids growing on my balls!" After Tang Wu finished speaking, he walked into the dressing room.

Poor Alonso stood outside the door, looking down at the manicure on his hand.The next second he clutched his stomach, this time he was really about to vomit.

After the game, when asked what would happen in the final against Milan, Beitu looked very relaxed: "Let's enjoy this day first. To be honest, I have never thought about how to play in the final."

"Have a great day, haven't the lads? So why not take it easy?"

"And I believe that by knocking out Chelsea, we can win against Milan"

During the carnival of the Liverpool people, the reporter handed the microphone to the magic bird again.

"May I ask Mr. Mourinho, some people say that Chelsea lost the game because someone rushed into the pitch at the last minute to disrupt the game. What do you think of this?"

After hearing the question clearly, Magic Bird shook his head decisively.

"No, I don't think a football hooligan on the pitch can affect the outcome of a game."

"So that means Chelsea should really be eliminated today?" The reporter was very cunning.

"No, I don't think so either!"

Mourinho ignored the reporter and continued.

"Chelsea are a great team with top players."

"I am responsible for today's loss. Although the players have been playing very hard according to my tactical arrangement, they still haven't scored a single goal."

"That's my reason, it has nothing to do with my team."

Just when the reporter wanted to further mock the Magic Birds, the Portuguese coach, who shouldered all the responsibility for the team's elimination, continued to say: "However, don't forget, my tactics and the team have always been the top players in England." of."

"It can be seen from the league standings this season."

"I hope that what you ask next, you will ask again after I win the next game."

The reporter opened his mouth, but never uttered a single syllable.

(End of this chapter)