Smiling Proudly

Chapter 77 A Mortal Enemy Is a Mortal Enemy
Rose stared at Wang Yi, thinking in his heart, if Wang Yi looked at him provocatively, he would definitely push down this weak Asian.

However, to Rose's surprise, Wang Yi walked past him without even looking at him.

To ignore or not to look directly at.

Ross only felt more annoyed.

"At 20 minutes into the first half, Arsenal scored a goal with Wang Yi's single-handed drive. They led Tottenham 1-0 at home."

Wenger was very satisfied watching from the sidelines.

This feeling of watching the young players under him grow into superstars step by step is really wonderful.

The situation on the field is always changing.

After conceding the ball, Tottenham immediately launched a round of counter-robbing.

Tottenham played fiercely, but because this game was at White Hart Lane, the referee did not call for many fouls.

Wang Yi watched Ramsey being knocked down with his own eyes, and pulled him up.

"I really saw the blind referee of the Premier League with my own eyes."

"That's what a derby is like, and that's the kind of rough football they play."

Ramsey looked like someone who had been there, and comforted Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was very motivated, and he pressed again, snatching the ball from Dell's feet.

Dell's original position is the midfielder, and he can also play as a central defender, but in this game, Dell has repeatedly dribbled the ball to the midfield position. This time, he just missed the ball.

Wang Yi, who was switched to the middle lane, seized the opportunity.

Immediately after Wang Yi made the steal, he started to speed up, wading past Mason and Eriksson who was back on defense.

Then he faced Vertonghen.

Vertonghen has rich experience, seeing that Dell will not come back for a while, he immediately called for the narrowing of the sides, and Rose retreated early in the morning to help defend the center.

Wang Yi was going to pass the ball to Welbeck on the left, but he saw Rose coming up.

The spirit of youth comes up.

I just want to have him one more time.

So, he pretended to slow down, and Vertonghen took a look, just in time, guessing that the kid was hesitating to pass or dribble.

So Vertonghen took a step forward, ready to grab the ball. At this moment, Wang Yi pulled the ball with his left foot, then pushed forward, and the ball passed directly between Vertonghen's legs.

Vertonghen only felt a chill in his lower body.

Before he could turn around, Wang Yi wiped past him.

Rose trusted his teammate Vertonghen very much, so he did not expect Wang Yi to pass Vertonghen so easily.

"Even Hazard and Aguero are not so easy."

Rose, who had such thoughts in his heart, slowed down.

Wang Yi stepped on a bicycle in front of Ross.

Rose felt his blood surge at that moment.

He had a game last season when he fell down on a bicycle. After that, he was ridiculed by the fans of his arch-enemy Arsenal for a long time.

He took it for granted that Wang Yi was mocking.

In fact, Wang Yi didn't know about that at all.

He just simply wanted to try riding a bicycle to surpass others.

In other words, Wang Yi has basically never used a bicycle to surpass others in an official competition before.

I tried it this time, and found that the efficiency is really not high, and it may be that I don't use it much, Wang Yi thought.

When the plan failed, Wang Yi immediately fried the meatballs and twisted them away.

Rose immediately wanted to reach out and pull, to pull this Arsenal No. 11 who looked like a loach in his eyes.

But he immediately realized that Wang Yi had already entered the penalty area, and this pull was likely to be a penalty kick.

Suddenly, cheers and shouts came from Rose's ear.

"Yes, this is White Hart Lane."

So, Rose was decisive, pretending to be waving his hands, and when he reached Wang Yi's waist, he pulled hard.

After Wang Yi surpassed others, when he was about to exert his strength, he was pulled suddenly, and his strength was exhausted at once, and Wang Yi was going forward, but he was pulled in the opposite direction, and Wang Yi was pulled to the ground.

"Wang Yi—beautiful, the most authentic croquettes from the Iberian Peninsula, he is just like Iniesta. He passed, passed Danny Rose. Oh—he was Pulled, Danny Rose is too unwise, this is inside the restricted area."

"Ah--the referee waved his hand, but didn't say anything. The ball was so obvious that the referee didn't make a penalty."

"Let's pay attention, this referee is McDean, born in 1968, from Merseyside, England."

Wang Yi fell to the ground thinking he could hear the whistle, but it turned out to be one second, two seconds, three seconds.

"fuck."

As soon as Wang stood up, he rushed to the referee.

"You tm don't think this is a penalty?"

Fortunately, Wang Yi is still a little sensible, and he speaks Chinese.

But McDean subconsciously felt that this was not a good word.

"What did you say, say it in English?"

McDean wanted to keep his refereeing dignity.

Wang Yi said with a distorted expression.

"I said you judged the penalty well." After speaking, he applauded.

Ramsey immediately hugged Wang Yi and pulled him away.

"I still want to play sarcasm in front of the referee, play sarcasm, who are the English people afraid of?"

"Look, he didn't give me a penalty either."

Wang Yi said angrily.

And Wang Yi's previous classic scolding was also broadcast to thousands of households in China through CCTV and major online broadcasts.

"Wang Yi scolded well, this referee is blind."

"Director Zhang recognizes this referee. This is the famous North London sniper."

"Oh, that Tottenham goal, he jumped up to celebrate that when he was refereeing."

"Yes, this is the referee."

"Hey, this kind of referee can still enforce such a much-anticipated North London derby?"

Wang Yi's anger is still in his chest and cannot be dissipated.

He was walking back with his head down. At this time, it was time for Tottenham goalkeeper Lloris to kick the goal kick.

Suddenly, Wang Yi heard exclamations from the stands.

It was not loud, but Wang Yi heard it.

He decided there was something behind him.

So immediately turned around.

As a result, a great gift came from heaven.

Lowry passed the ball, and it came directly in his direction.

"Lori's pass - dangerous, Wang turned around, how did he know that the ball was passed to him, it's just eyes in the back of his head."

"It's still in my hands."

Wang Yi is now like the weather of 38 degrees, the second before he picked up the ice coke and was about to drink it, he knew that the next second would be endless refreshment, but this second he couldn't wait.

There were no extra defenders in front of him. Wang Yi immediately accelerated after taking the ball, and reached the front of the penalty area in three or two steps.

At this time, Lori had already attacked.

Wang pulled the ball one by one, pushed the ball forward, and Lori threw it over.

Get past the goalkeeper.

Push the goal.

"The ball went in—the ball went in—"

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Wang Yi rushed towards the stands of Tottenham fans before the ball had completely gone into the goal.

Amidst the terrified expressions of Tottenham fans, Wang Yi made a gesture of looking out.

(End of this chapter)