six finger demon

Chapter 91
"Yes, it's now!" Houllier opened his eyes excitedly.

Mutu and Crespo stood head to head, standing in the frontcourt like bulls.Seeing that the situation is not good, Gremi hurried over to try to persuade them to fight.

Lampard, Glen Johnson and others were also half a beat slow because of the dispute between the two. When they reacted, Heskey had already ferried the ball to his teammates in the midfield.

There was no scene of Mutu and Crespo arguing in the camera, so many fans standing in front of the TV had a doubt in their hearts: "Where are the Blues' defenders?"

Throughout the Chelsea half, the three red players went hand in hand, forming a 3-on-4 situation.

"Chelsea is in danger!" Huang Jianxiang worried.

In a field like the Premier League, any striker has the ability to play 1 against 2. Three people can already be combined into a variety of attack methods, not to mention that there are only four defenders.

Tang Wu stood at the rear, retreating the slowest and most steadily.

Even Terry was running desperately, and Tang Wu had to take on the responsibility of commanding the defense.

Harman of the Red Army was striding the ball in the middle. Terry turned his head while running, and gradually moved his high-speed moving body to his forward route.

"Three meters, two meters, one meter." Terry slowly calculated the distance in his heart.

Terry was thinking about it, and the German midfielder was also thinking about it.

The famous last goal scorer at Old Wembley suddenly lifted his left foot before Terry's silent count was over, and slammed the ball to the left.

"Michael, Owen!" Zhan Jun yelled, which shocked Huang Jianxiang beside him.

Zhan Jun was so excited, Irving who took off almost reached the state of human-ball integration.

Harman's pass is a bit big, but for Irving, it's just a drizzle.

With just a slight acceleration, when the ball passed Owen's sprint route, it took less than half a second to complete the "merge" with Owen.

Looking at the ball at the feet of the boy in red, many people thought it was brought from the backcourt to the frontcourt by himself.

"Kill him!" The moment Owen touched the ball, Tang Wu's shout reached Gala's ears.

The French bald head didn't know the correct translation of "kill him", but every time Tang Wu yelled this sentence, it was usually accompanied by various dirty words.

After several attempts, Gala finally found a way that was most suitable for Tang Wu's order.

"gan" means "shovel", and "shovel" means "gan"!
Almost instinctively, he jumped forward and stretched his legs on the ground, and he couldn't pass the ball!

Woo!
The fans in the stands suddenly raised a tone.

Chasing the wind's red-clothed boy unexpectedly speeded up abruptly once again while running, and threw the ball forward, jumping over Gala's body that slid over.

"Hey!" Zhan Jun's eyes lit up, "If you want to chase a thousand-mile horse with healthy feet, let's see Owen the leaping tiger!"

After landing, Owen glanced at the middle, turned his right foot, and took the ball towards the top of the arc.

This time Tang Wu stopped shouting.

In a one-on-one situation, his shouting will only affect Makelele.

3 vs 3, the Blues could no longer deploy players to defend Irving.

Husky and Harman began to intersperse, taking away Terry and Bridge, and pulling open space for Owen who cut inside.

"Left? Right? Suddenly? Pass? Shoot?" Tang Wu's mind flashed one by one about Owen's next actions.

As Owen continued to drive the ball deeper, the "results" calculated one by one were eliminated by Tang Wu's brain one by one.

At this moment, in Makelele's vision, the ball rolled from Owen's right foot to his left in front of him.

Relying on having lowered his center of gravity, Makelele tentatively stretched out his left leg, reaching for the ball at Owen's feet.

The chasing boy snorted softly, and the ball that had just hit his left foot was kicked back in an instant. At the same time, he pushed forward with his right foot, not only kicking the ball behind Makelele, but also passing it from the other side. The French midfielder.

The moment Makelele's figure moved away from Owen's sight, another black figure rushed from Owen's front at an extremely fast speed.

"Tang Wu strikes!" Huang Jianxiang's voice tightened.

"Hehe, you are the one waiting!"

The corner of the Chasing Boy's lips curled up. He had expected that when he forcibly passed Makelele, the young goalkeeper on the opposite side would abandon the door and go out.

For an aggressive goalkeeper, this is the best time to strike!
Facing the rushing Tang Wu, Owen, who was disturbed by Makelele, did not take the opportunity to adjust his center of gravity, but stretched out his right foot forward, and tapped the bottom of the ball with his toe.

With the way of the people, also treat the body of the people!

Owen's lob shot is exactly the same as Crespo's.

"Irving shot!" Zhan Jun didn't need to shout, fans all over the world watching the game could see it.

The lob shot is not like other shots, it is fast and the trajectory cannot be seen clearly.

The human line of sight can capture the football and the route after the shot very well, and can also predict the upcoming result in the heart.

At this moment, the corners of Owen's mouth could no longer be controlled to rise, revealing a long-lost smile.

The nightmare of more than half a year is finally coming to an end at this moment!
The chasing boy slowly stretched out his right hand, waiting for the moment when the ball hit the goal line.

Just when everyone thought that Liverpool was going to win a goal back, Tang Wu, who ran two or three meters out of the small penalty area, suddenly turned 180 degrees.Glancing at the ball in the air, he rushed towards the goal with all his speed.

"My God! He hasn't given up yet!" The female fans in the stands covered their mouths, for fear that their voices would disturb Tang Wu.

"Fake, this kid actually gave me a cunt!"

Tang Wu's vision was excellent, and he had already seen the clue before Owen kicked, and had already braked ahead of time.

"Don't choose either left or right?" Tang Wu clenched his teeth, "Sly guy!"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

In the sight of the fans, only Tang Wu who turned around and galloped, and the ball gradually descended could move.

"Enough, enough, enough!" As a diehard Liverpool loyalist, Zhan Jun never thought that he would one day pray for the opponents of the Red Army.

In the anticipation of countless Blues fans, a pair of green and white gloves appeared under the ball, holding the ball one centimeter in front of the goal line.

"Hu Tangwu did it!" Just seeing Tang Wu hit the ball, the brains of the fans made this judgment.

However, only Tang Wu knew that the crisis had not been resolved.

"What the fuck! I made a mistake in my estimation!" Tang Wu cursed in his mind.

Owen's lob shot was so high that the ball was almost directly under the crossbar when it crossed the goal line.

Tang Wu, who was running back just now, saw the speed of the ball and wanted to hug the ball with both hands.But I didn't expect that my hands touched the ball, and I rushed to the goal line.

"Ma Dan, am I going to be the first goalkeeper in the history of the Premier League to score with the ball?"

In this second, Tang Wu, who jumped up, straightened his waist again in the air, and raised his hands holding the ball up at an extremely fast pace.

With a bang, the entire door frame was shaken.

"OH, MY, GOD!" Looking at the shaking door frame, the on-site commentator's eyes widened, and an egg could be stuffed into his mouth.

He seemed to see a crumbling basket!

"What did I see?"

Grasping the crossbar with both hands, Tang Wu swayed his body high into the air under inertia, and his outstretched feet could almost reach the top net.

Looking at the football above the top net, Owen's smile gradually froze on his face. The fingers of his outstretched right hand curled slightly, but he never clenched.

"Who can tell me, am I watching basketball?" The on-site commentator shouted after recalling, "Our TOM performed a peerless dunk for us at Stamford Bridge!"

　If nothing else, there are!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)