six finger demon

Chapter 378 The amount of information is a bit large
"Honey, have you picked up today's newspaper?" On a sunny morning, Alex Kuran asked while nursing his one-year-old child, standing beside Gerald's bed.

"Oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes, the newspaper, I haven't gone to get the newspaper yet." Gerald was wearing a white vest and shorts with an elephant on it, and kicked the cover open The thin quilt on the body.

"Don't forget there are bank bills, our credit card should be paid." Alex reminded.

"OK, OK!" Gerald stretched out his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Wearing shorts and a vest, and stepping on a pair of slippers, he walked downstairs, across the yard, and walked towards the mailbox at the door.

Opening the small door of the post-box, Gerald reached in and checked, but found nothing.

Looking back, Alex and his daughter were looking at him from the balcony on the second floor.

"Hey, honey, the paper hasn't arrived today!" Gerald looked at the mailbox again. "No bill either!"

"Oh! My dear, forget it if you don't have one." Alex nodded, and suddenly asked, "Did TOM take the penalty?"

"Well, Tang him." In the middle of speaking, Gerrard suddenly closed his mouth, and he realized that he didn't know whether Tang Wu had saved that damn penalty.

After thinking for a long time, Gerrard couldn't recall the result.

Damn, is it because of drinking too much last night?

Gerald found a reason for himself.

"Hey honey, I, I don't think I know."

"Did you win the game?" Alex did not continue to ask, but she changed a new topic.

"Oh shit, damn it!" Gerald thumped his head hard. "How much did I drink last night?"

At this moment, Gerald suddenly found the postman not far away.

He had a delivery briefcase under his arm and a roll of today's paper in his hand.

"I think I should be able to get the answer from the newspaper." Gerald muttered to himself, and stood at the door, waiting for the postman to deliver the newspaper to him.

But for some reason, although the postman saw him and ran towards him, the distance between the two did not shorten at all.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Gerald was extremely anxious, he clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulged, and he was eager to know what was written in the newspaper.

Although the postman was rapidly replacing his legs, and Gerald heard a series of footsteps, the postman just couldn't run in front of him.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gerald found that the time seemed to be frozen, because Alex and his daughter still maintained the expressions just now, and he was standing still and unable to move.

The postman's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Gerald felt his chest getting tighter and his head hurting more and more.

Just when Gerrard couldn't help but want to yell, there was a bang, and the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

"what!"

Gerald shuddered and rolled sideways from the chair to the ground.

"Oh! Falk!" Gerald touched his forehead, his eyes still blurred.When he just fell off the chair, he had no defense at all.

"Hey Steven"

"Hey, Paco, what's the matter?" Although Gerrard couldn't see who was coming, he could tell from the voice that it was the assistant coach of the team.

"Whew, wheeze." Paco shouted as soon as he breathed evenly, "Go, goal! Goal!!!"

"A goal?" Gerrard thumped in his heart.

"Did Tang catch it?"

"no no"

Paco was still panting.

"TOM caught it."

"Didn't you score a goal?" Gerrard was still a little puzzled.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, I only fell asleep for 5 minutes.

"Goal, we scored!" Paco finally gasped and shouted.

"Did we score?" Gerrard was in a daze, then jumped up and asked loudly with his eyes wide open: "Did we score?"

"Yes, we scored, we scored!" Paco repeated again and again.

Swish!
Gerrard, wearing elephant shorts and barefoot, ran out of the dressing room.

There was no staff member in the player tunnel, but he heard a louder noise coming out of the tunnel than before.

After turning several turns in a row, Gerrard finally saw the player tunnel.

Seeing Gerald's outfit, the two guards at the door not only didn't stop him, but stretched out their thumbs to get out of the way.

When Gerrard rushed out of the player tunnel, what he saw was a black figure.

"Don?"

As soon as Gerald finished speaking, Tang Wu jumped up high and landed on Hyypia who was on top.

"Hey, Steven? Is that you Steven?" Tang Wu's eyes lit up when he saw Gerrard, and he greeted loudly, "Here, here! We scored a goal, a goal!"

Without saying a word, Gerald ran up in his underpants, and then pressed down on Tang Wu fiercely.

"Oh, Fake!" Tang Wu yelled dissatisfiedly, "Steven, you stabbed me!"

Gerrard saw that, opposite to the wall of people celebrating on the sidelines, were the helpless faces of the Gunners.

"Hey Tom, what the hell happened?" Gerald asked ecstatically.

When he just looked up, he had already seen the score on the big screen.

1:0.

A team scored a goal, but it was not Arsenal as imagined, but Liverpool!
"Oh, oh! Get down quickly, I'm about to be crushed to death. Cough cough cough, get down quickly!" Sissy, who was at the bottom, screamed in pain and joy.

"team leader!"

"Steven!"

Gerrard was the first to jump off, standing aside and hugging every player who got up.

"My god, I can't believe it, what the hell just happened?" Gerrard asked again.

"Don saved the penalty!" Alonso said excitedly.

"I know, and then what?"

Arsenal still didn't score, Tang Wu naturally saved the penalty.

"And then..." Alonso danced with excitement, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Seeing that Alonso stuttered for a long time, Hyypia stood up and answered for him.

"TOM saved Henry's penalty, then Carragher ran over to make a clearance, and then only Cisse was left in front." Hypia said, pointing to Cisse at the bottom.

"Cisse scored?" Gerrard asked anxiously.

"That's right, it was Xisai." Hypia nodded, "But the process is a bit tortuous, and I'm afraid it's not what you think."

"What's the difference? Isn't it just a goal?"

Gerald was ecstatic, bent down and asked Sissy at the bottom to help him up, "Hey, Sissy, tell me how you got in?"

"I"

"Is it a strong volley? Or a lob shot? It's not right? Then you passed the last of them and scored the goal?" After confirming that it was his own goal, Gerrard's eyes were full of excitement.

"No, no, not at all." Sissy also gasped for breath at this moment, shaking his head facing Gerald, and said hastily.

"Then how did you score?"

"I, I just run up first, and then, swing my legs. Uh. That's it, and then I go in."

"I understand leg swinging, but what the hell is a run-up?" Gerrard was still a little confused.

"Haha, you can't think of it! Cisse scored a penalty kick, a penalty kick!" Garcia, who was on the side, couldn't stand it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say the answer.

"Penalty kick?" Gerrard was a little confused.

Didn't Lao Zi handball on the goal line, but was sent off by a red card, and was awarded a penalty to the opponent?

Is this penalty awarded to Liverpool?
The amount of information was a bit large, and Gerald was a little overwhelmed for a while, with a confused expression on his face.

Tang Wu also came over at this time, patted Gerrard on the shoulder with a smile, pointed to Senderos on the other side of the field with a frustrated face, and said, "Did you see that big tall guy? That's right, that big tall guy Bald, he was also sent off with a red card!"

"What?" Gerald looked shocked. "What's going on here? I just took a nap. Why did so many things happen?"

(End of this chapter)