i am quaresma

Chapter 177 Taking Drugs?
Scoring makes Quaresma very excited, it has nothing to do with the excitement, he only cares about the result!
Armed with Ljungberg who was cooperating with him, he rushed all the way to the stands, and once again interacted with the Arsenal fans in the stands to celebrate the goal. He likes to watch the joy of the fans who are so excited that they are about to go to heaven.

However, recently Quaresma has been thinking about whether he should also prepare an iconic celebration. Maybe he does not need to use it for every goal, but the key goals on key occasions must be combined with the iconic celebration. match.

Klose's somersault, Ronaldo's domineering appearance, Batty's machine gun fire
Which one is not a classic picture of football!

I really should have a celebration with a strong personality, so as to show my superstar temperament.

Well, since I don't have a good idea for the time being, let's think about it slowly. One day Quaresma's domineering or distinctive celebrations will bloom on the court.

After the celebration ended, Quaresma still waved his hands towards the stands, attracting waves of cheers, and those teammates who had already walked on the field couldn't help but sigh with emotion—there are so many circuses in Quaresma !

Regardless, his goal gave Arsenal the lead and the corkscrew lived up to his reputation.

Only the opponents were not so happy, especially Valente. If the game was really lost, and it was because of Quaresma, then after the game, he must find some mature women to vent his depression.

When the game restarted, Everton, who lost the ball, had to press hard. Now they only lost one goal, and the situation is not too bad. If they can equalize the score as soon as possible, there is still hope of overturning Arsenal in the away game.

Arsenal immediately shied away from the edge, there is no need to hardtop the angry Everton, strategy is sometimes more important than passion.

Everton's offensive is indeed fierce. If it weren't for Arsenal's decisive retreat, I'm afraid they might have been evened by them.

In the 29th minute of the first half, Cahill suddenly shot the goal about 10 yards outside the penalty area after passing Xiaofa in midfield. The shot was so sudden that Lehmann didn't even have a chance to hold the ball and could only throw The ball was punched out with double punches, almost causing a goal.

Two minutes later, Everton made a comeback, and Osman also took a long shot. The ball was blocked by Lehmann, but this time Everton stepped up the fight for the second spot. With the ball, Ferguson even swung his legs and was about to make a close-range shot, but Kolo Toure moved faster and tackled the ball out in a hurry.

Ferguson fell to the ground, and the Everton players surrounded the referee to ask for a penalty kick. Naturally, the Arsenal players were not to be outdone, and kept defending and helping the referee to clear the siege.

In the end, the referee did not award a penalty kick. Even though the Everton players protested in every possible way, the referee did not change his mind.

In fact, Quaresma was really anxious just now. If the referee really awarded a penalty for that goal, Arsenal could only endure it. Even if there were disputes after the game, it would not help the matter.

The game finally restarted, Everton's energy seemed to be lost because of the missed penalty kick, and they played weakly. After a while, the field returned to the stalemate at the beginning.

At halftime, the score remained unchanged, with Arsenal leading Everton 1-0.

When he walked off the field, Quaresma approached Valente with a smirk on his face. He likes to see others angry but feel helpless.

Valente really wanted to clean up Quaresma. This guy doesn't care about his teammates at all. He made himself so embarrassed. If he doesn't find me a few young women to coax me, I will never forgive him.

However, at the beginning of the second half, Quaresma did not expect that Valente broke out and made continuous breakthroughs from the left, eating Arsenal's starting right back Lauren, and then crossing the center, assisting Cahill to break Arsenal. The goal is fierce.

Was this guy on drugs during halftime?

so fierce?
Well, I can only say that those who come out of Porto are fierce, such as myself.
The score was equalized, and Wenger on the sidelines was the most anxious. They didn't want to lose a victory like this when they were playing at home, so Wenger couldn't sit still, and kept standing on the sidelines directing the game.

"Ricardo, run to the ribs!"

"Lauren, pass to the left!"

"Speed ​​up the pace of the pass!"

Arsenal did speed up their attacking tempo and pass the ball a lot faster, and they didn't want to let the victory just slip away.

Quaresma is entangled again, this guy Kasli's defense is like his head, not slippery, no matter how Quaresma runs, he is inseparable from Quaresma, more than a husband and wife Feelings are more faithful.

The most important thing is that Valente is still gloating on the sidelines, making Quaresma want to go to the side to fight him.

As the opponent's defense became more and more tenacious, Arsenal's offense became bigger and more impatient. As time passed, it was difficult for the players to control their emotions.

In the 75th minute of the second half, Quaresma got a good chance. Although he didn't control his muscle strength when he stopped the ball, he was a bit big, but he missed Osman's sudden rush with a crooked shot, which made Osman very dazed.

However, after Quaresma finished turning around, he immediately shifted his center of gravity from side to side and swayed, trying to adjust Carsley's center of gravity. He finally caught up to Quaresma's speed.

But what he never expected was that Quaresma seemed to deliberately lure him to lower his center of gravity, and then suddenly poked the ball between his legs. Kasli was shocked and hurriedly closed his legs, but still Still let the ball slip past.

What broke him even more was that because of the movement of his legs together, he couldn't keep up with Quaresma. Quaresma flashed from the right side of his body without being blocked at all.

When Carsley turned around and tried to reach out to hold Quaresma again, Quaresma had already jumped far away, two steps away from him.

The fans in the stands became excited again, Quaresma once again used his excellent skills to create a threat, especially this time, he actually played Carsley in the crotch, such a juggling style, it really made the fans climax.

But just as he was about to continue to charge forward, a person was killed in a diagonal stab, and a textbook-like tackle destroyed the ball in front of Quaresma, so that Quaresma did not even have time to protect the ball.

Valente!
At the critical moment, the milf maniac made a contribution!

The ball was finally cleared out, Valente came over, smiled and extended his hand to Quaresma on the ground.

"Well, my defense is not bad!" Valente smiled so maliciously.

"Don't be shy, don't you believe that I will shake you out of the shit next time I attack?" Quaresma replied angrily, and they were very familiar with each other when they chatted.

Valente laughed loudly, anyway, this is your Highbury Stadium, even if the shit is thrown out, you will clean it up, I don't mind at all! "

"roll!"

Quaresma couldn't help giving Valente a middle finger.

Fortunately, the referee didn't see it, otherwise, no matter how Quaresma explained that he had a good relationship with Valente, the referee would have to send him off.

　In the evening, Dabu will continue to code!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)