six finger demon

Chapter 377 Tactical Foul
"Referee, this is a penalty!"

"That's right, it's a penalty kick!" Reyes also ran forward and shouted at the referee on the side.

In fact, without the reminder from the Arsenal players, the referee Stiles took out the red card directly from his pocket and ran towards Gerrard.

The captain of the Red Army just stood in front of Liverpool's gate like a god, without saying a word.

Even though the referee showed a red card over his head, he remained motionless.

When Tang Wuan fixed his right arm and got up from the ground, Gerald said softly: "TOM, it's up to you next."

Tang Wu nodded, stretched out his right arm, and asked Gerrard to tie the captain's armband on his shoulder.

After doing all this, the captain of the Red Army looked up to the sky and sighed, shaking his head, and walked out of the field in a cool manner.

When the full-court cameras focused on Gerrard's profile, they missed the expected frustration.

Is he laughing?
There was a distinct smile on Gerald's stubbled face.

Cardiff's Millennium Stadium was thrown into chaos.

Gun fans stood up and condemned Gerrard who blocked Henry's shot with his hands, but the KOP applauded their captain.

In the past, when someone was sent off, Gerrard would kindly follow him and comfort his teammates.

However, it was himself who was sent off with a red card today, but Gerrard never regretted it.

There is not much time left in the game and any goal will kill the game in an instant.

As the captain of Liverpool, how could Gerrard watch the opponent's ball go into the net from his side?

It was almost instinct, a Liverpool instinct!

Gerrard believes that any Liverpool player standing in his position at that time would not hesitate to block the ball out of the goal with his hands like him.

On the field, the red and yellow players formed a circle, and they were all talking with the referee.

But neither the Red Army nor the Gunners made any sense of this penalty.

Gerrard touched the ball with his hands in front of the goal line and was almost sentenced to the death penalty of the red dot package. The Gunners had nothing to say about such a penalty.On the contrary, Gerrard himself did not speak, and the Red Army members naturally had no complaints.

Some say tactical fouls are unsportsmanlike.

That's pure nonsense!

A tactical foul is a tactical foul. Didn't you see that in the last ten seconds of the NBA, the defensive players tried their best to foul and stop the opponent from holding the ball?
In that short ten seconds, five or six malicious fouls may be caused.

Why are all the coaches using this tactic and none of the trolls calling it unsportsmanlike?
The same goes for football!
As long as you play by the rules, it's doable!

Gerrard was right for handball.But he also got the red card he deserved, and the Gunners got the penalty they deserved.

Fair and just!

"My God, this is really, really, really a nightmare." Zhan Jun sat in front of the screen and kept holding his glasses.

Just now Henry's single-handed sword had made his heart fall to the bottom, but Tang Wu's save saved him from the edge of the cliff.

Henry made a follow-up shot, Tang Wu made another save, and made another make-up shot
Not only Zhan Jun and the KOPs, but almost all the fans around the world who followed the game felt like they had been on a roller coaster. In just a few seconds, their hearts went up and down many times in their stomachs.

Until Gerrard blocked the ball with his hands, many fans were still immersed in the memories and couldn't extricate themselves.

Henry's shots and Tang Wu's saves were replayed continuously on the big screen. Every time Gerrard blocked the ball with his hand at the last moment, a sigh came from the stands.

"Steven is a hero!" In the stands, a beautiful KOP put her fists on her chest, tears streaming down her face. "He sacrificed himself to give Liverpool a chance."

"Oh! He is really MAN, he is the hero of Liverpool!"

"You're doing well, Steven." Betty said after Gerald.

"Thank you coach, I've done everything I can and it's up to God."

"God?" Benitez was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Tang Wu who was ready to go in front of the goal line, and said softly, "Does God have six fingers?"

Players on both sides are delaying time. The Gunners delay time to decide who will take the penalty kick, and the lack of time after the penalty kick is beneficial to their own side; the Red Army delays time because Tang Wu has just made two extreme saves in a row. The back injury is not completely healed, he needs time to recover and adjust his state.

In this way, players from both sides slowly left the Liverpool penalty area, leaving only Tang Wu, Henry and referee Stiles.

"Brother Huang, this ball reminds me of the group match between Argentina and the Netherlands in the 1978 World Cup." Zhan Jun looked at Henry who was putting the ball before the penalty spot, and suddenly said.

"You mean Kempes?" Huang Jianxiang watched the ball no less than Zhan Jun, and he still remembered it.

"That's right!" Zhan Jun nodded, "After scoring a goal in that game, Kempes blocked the Polish team's header with his hands on the goal line."

"It's a pity that the penalty scale at that time was not severe enough. Kempes was not sent off by the referee." Huang Jianxiang nodded and continued, "The referee only awarded a penalty kick, but it was saved by goalkeeper Ferrol."

"In that game, Kempes scored twice and helped Argentina beat Poland 2-0." After Zhan Jun finished speaking, he shook his head again and again. Let's see if Tang Wu can withstand the pressure and save the penalty like Ferrol."

Standing in front of the penalty kick, Henry looked at Tang Wu, who was 7 years younger than him, as if he saw himself 7 years ago.

In the 97-98 season, Henry led Monaco to the Champions League semi-finals and scored 7 goals, breaking the French record.

At that time, Henry had long been the best youth player of the year in France, and he had a great reputation.

Just like Tang Wu in the Red Army now, he is full of energy.

Then, Henry experienced half a year of zebra career.

That was the low point in Henry's career. It wasn't until August 99 when his mentor Arsene Wenger brought him to Arsenal in the Premier League that he rediscovered his own playing style and became the king of Highbury.

Henry is 28 years old this year, the golden age in football.And his form is still at its peak, and he can score more goals for Arsenal!

But for some reason, when he saw Tang Wu who was seven years younger than himself, he suddenly understood what Bergkamp said.

No matter how good your condition is, no matter how good you can score goals, you can't resist the invasion of time.

There are talents from generation to generation, and the new generation is better than the old.

Looking at Tang Wu's firm eyes, a question unexpectedly popped up in Henry's heart.

Can you score this goal yourself?
When this idea popped up in his mind, Henry was also a little dumb.

Such thoughts have never flashed in Henry's mind. Even when he hid behind Trezeguet in the 98 World Cup, what he was afraid of was that his teammates would not score a penalty.

He never thought he would miss a penalty.

Hehe, what's wrong with me?
Gun King subconsciously shook his head, putting these miscellaneous thoughts behind him.

When he looked at the Liverpool goal again, it was Tang Wu's resolute face that caught his eyes.

Heh, he must have thought of nothing just now, only thinking about how to save my penalty.

Henry chuckled lightly.

At this moment, I actually lost attention to this young Chinese goalkeeper.

(End of this chapter)