i am quaresma

Chapter 178 Lore
The game has come to an end, and Arsenal can't wait for all members to press on and completely defeat Everton.

However, the opponent was determined to defend, and deployed heavy troops from the periphery of the penalty area, and the penalty area was also full of people, making it impenetrable, so that Arsenal's offense could not hit the key hinterland at all.

Xiaofa and Pires frequently fired shots outside the penalty area, but they either missed the goal or were directly blocked by the crowd, making it difficult to pose a direct threat.

Quaresma was also in a hurry, the game was so difficult, how could he be relaxed.

Without a high center forward, it seems that long-range shots can only be used to break through the opponent's dense defense, but now Arsenal's long-range shots seem to have little effect.

It's me!
Quaresma is always the most confident. Although his teammates are very strong, but at critical moments, it is better to trust anyone than yourself.

Looking at Ljungberg, Ljungberg understood, and slowly moved towards the middle. Unknowingly, he took Valente away from the side and closer to the middle.

Quaresma was on the right flank, suddenly started, pulled to the wing, Carsley followed, but still failed to prevent Quaresma from receiving a pass from his teammate.

With one push and one buckle, Carsley, who had just forced over, lost the opportunity to steal Quaresma. Immediately afterwards, Quaresma moved forward along the ribs. Even though the defensive crowd in the penalty area was dense, it could be seen Quaresma didn't seem the least bit scared.

Valente was taken away by Ljungberg, and Osman could only push up, but in front of Quaresma, his defense was obviously a bit childish, at least Quaresma thought so.

With a flexible flick of his left ankle and a leap of his body, he dodged Osman's outstretched foot to intercept. Quaresma has raised the simple dribbling to the height of art.

Osman wanted to cry. How could he say that he is also a famous defensive champion in the Premier League, but in front of Quaresma, how could he be as easy to coax as a kindergarten child?

Be good, let uncle pass quickly!

All the Arsenal fans stood up and nervously watched the next scene on the field. It seemed that only Quaresma could save Arsenal now.

Carrying the expectations of so many people, Quaresma is actually under a lot of pressure, especially now that the game has progressed and his physical fitness is close to exhaustion, he is just holding on.

Gritting his teeth, he couldn't fall here.

Maybe you can lose, but you must not lose halfway!
Strongly holding on to maintain control of his body, he slightly raised his head to look at the positions of the players on both sides in the penalty area. Quaresma didn't need to hesitate, he still had to realize his vision just now.

Since long-range shots from the front will be blocked, why not try a curveball from the side?

Originally, the trajectory of the curveball is not easy to grasp, and it is not uncommon to bypass the opponent's defense, and there is every chance to give Everton a fatal blow.

Lifting his right foot and exhausting his last strength, Quaresma stabbed the ball hard.

Yes, the trick of Quaresma's outside instep curveball is to poke first and then rub, in order to pull out such a wonderful arc.

But the moment Quaresma stabbed the ball, he screamed inwardly.

It's crooked!
Because of the decline in physical fitness and control of the body, Quaresma failed to hit the correct position at all for this ball, and naturally there was no arc that was followed.

I couldn't help being a little annoyed, especially at the critical moment of the game, it was really hard for Quaresma to accept that I would make such a mistake.

At this time, he couldn't help but think, if he hadn't wasted his physical energy in messing with the women, then he must be in better condition now, would he be more confident in this shot?
But it's too late to say anything now!

With this lesson learned, Quaresma felt that if an attractive girl appeared in front of him in the future, he would probably still be unable to bear it!
It's useless to say anything else, just continue to practice vigorously in the future!
Sooner or later, one day I won't be trapped by physical fitness, and I can rush until the last minute.

But just when Quaresma blamed himself, something happened that made him stunned.

Is this the legendary pie in the sky?
Really fragrant!

The ball kicked by Quaresma did not actually have an arc, nor did it fly straight towards the goal.

But the Everton defensive players don't know this. How powerful is Quaresma's large arc on the outside of his instep? Although they haven't experienced it on the spot, the shadow of a famous tree can be recognized by the world football team It is widely recognized by the altar, and it is by no means in vain.

So Everton's defensive players tried their best to block, and they never wanted to lose the game at the last minute.

Finally, Everton defender Liu Boya touched the ball with his foot. At that moment, he was ecstatic!
I hit it!

Turn the tide!

I am the team's biggest contributor to this game!

Come and worship me!

Just when Liu Boya's heart was full of activity, the ball was changed direction by his outstretched foot, and it went towards the goal impressively.

At that time, the Everton goalkeeper thought that the ball might not fly towards the goal, but Liu Boya gave him a surprise in the next second.

Changes of direction, deflections into the net, and no time for the Everton keeper to react.

Come worship, come hit me!
Liu Boya was completely stunned, the ball was pushed into the gate of his house by him, it seemed that the whole world collapsed, and there was no life anymore.

Quaresma didn't even expect that he missed his shot, but his opponent helped him right it. Am I really the legendary son of destiny?

I deserve it?
There is nothing else to care about, the goal is scored, Arsenal will win soon, Quaresma howled fiercely, rushed to the sidelines, and there was a gliding celebration, threw himself on the turf, and slid all the way out One meter away, almost rubbing his chest flat.

Teammates also rushed over frantically to join the gliding celebration, one after another, it was as if an air defense siren sounded over the Highbury Stadium.

When they got up, everyone hugged each other, bouncing around, too excited to speak.

A smooth victory is far less exciting than the lore at the last moment. This feeling is like a splash of ice water from head to toe on a scorching summer day, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed to the heart.

Maybe at this time, only Everton players seem to be dead. Being killed is like being green, which is so unbearable.

Everyone looked at Liu Boya with indescribable irritability in their eyes.

Did you say you owed your feet?

Seeing that Quaresma's shot is about to fly far away, you still stretch your feet to block it!
Are you an undercover agent?
Liu Boya wanted to cry but had no tears, his face was full of despair, he really didn't know how to explain it.

Well, my wok!

You kill me!

(End of this chapter)