I am a giant in football

Chapter 145 Stirling 250
"Are we going to lose? Grandpa Miranda!" In the stands, the cute and playful Xenia asked Miranda again.

"Don't be afraid, kid! I believe they will be able to save the day. Only 9 minutes have passed, and there are 81 minutes left! Sheffield United cannot easily admit defeat."

I don't know where the old man got his energy from, but he started talking non-stop as soon as he opened his mouth.

At this moment, Zack, the shit stirrer, jumped out again and said:

"That's right... Don't worry, Xenia. Look at Coach Ye Fei, he hasn't shown any nervousness yet! This shows that he is not worried at all. In addition, Coach Ye Fei is confident, so we don't have to worry at all!"

With a few simple words, the flickering of the old and the young, Xenia's spiritual world, which was about to collapse, seemed to be infused with fairy energy, and even her rosy face slowly cooled down.

"Don't look at me! I'm already fine!" Xenia suddenly felt that she was not well after being stared at by Miranda and Zach, and said this shyly and playfully.

"Hahahahahaha...... The little girl has grown up and knows how to be shy." Miranda said with a smile after seeing Xenia's mood.

"Stimulation... Stimulation... Watching Liverpool's attack, I really have to tense this string all the time! I'm afraid that if I lose my mind, I will miss a wonderful attack."

After Smith said this, the situation on the field changed again. Ali, who was still in possession of the ball, was intercepted again. This time, it was the same person-Henderson who intercepted him, and it was still the kind of unknowing footwork that made Ali even have a chance to receive the ball.

"Fuck...Damn it, how can this guy be so cruel, he can always count on the position of my foot to receive the ball every time?"

"How did he do it?" Ali desperately chased forward in this depressed voice.

"This guy is so strong! No wonder he performed so well this season." Ye Fei couldn't help sighing after seeing Henderson's performance several times.

That's right, Henderson has indeed reached the peak of his career this season. So far in the league, his statistics are 6 goals and 10 assists.

The number of goals is second only to captain Gerrard and core striker Sterling, and the number of assists ranks first in the team.

This kind of performance, and the age of 25, does make people feel that he is the future of Liverpool, but the development in the next few years is not the case.

After the 2014-2015 season, this guy went down like a slide!There is no friction, and it rolls fast and smoothly.

"Beautiful, Henderson steals the ball so beautifully. How did he think of passing the ball behind? Is this the so-called talent?"

After watching Henderson's steals and counterattacks several times, Smith's eyes were full of adoring little stars.

"Boom..." After observing for a few times, Henderson kicked out in a surprise manner, and the ball flew towards Sterling who had just made a contribution. When this guy saw the ball flying towards him, he immediately accelerated and sprinted non-stop.

"Come on! Liverpool's counterattack is coming... Sheffield United is in danger." Smith immediately became passionate when he saw Sterling, the little mustang, rushing up, and even the decibels with the commentary became louder.

"Competition, the competition between Sterling and Umtiti, who will win this time?"

"Bang bang bang..." The body collision between the two reached its peak, and neither of them gave way to the other.

"Give up! You won't be able to grab it, so you won't be embarrassed by me in a while!" Sterling really deserved to have a big mouth, and he didn't have any control when he spoke.As long as you are cool, dare to say anything!

"Mouth gun, can you shut your stinking mouth, you are a 250..." Umtiti didn't give him a good face, and directly refuted him.

"250...? What is this?" Sterling suddenly heard the new vocabulary of 250 on the field, and was a little confused for a while.

Just as he was dozing off, Umtiti slammed into him with his body, "Boom..." With a crisp sound, Sterling was knocked out of the position by one space, and then Umtiti didn't show any politeness to him, just rushed away from him and walked forward.

"Damn it, you're playing me!" Sterling ran towards the direction where the ball fell angrily, clutching his still aching right arm.

The falling speed of the ball was not very fast, so Umtiti's advantage of rushing out of trash talk just now did not come into play. When the ball fell in front of him, Sterling had already caught up.

"Crack........." Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the audience, the two headed towards the ball at the same time.

Then, a scene that surprised everyone happened. Sterling deliberately slowed down half a beat when he headed the ball. When everyone thought the ball would be grabbed by Umtiti, the ball was still pushed behind him by Sterling.

It turned out that he just judged that the ball would not fall so fast. The penalty kick that Umtiti jumped was impossible to reach. All Sterling deliberately took a beat slower than Umtiti. As a result, when the ball reached their heads, Umtiti also started to fall.

At this time, Sterling, who took off behind, could just hit the ball and never won the victory of grabbing the ball.

"So smart... Sterling is really good at timing and feeling the ball lands, he is like a fox, he can smell different urine smells."

"With the blessing of this ability, Sterling is like a fire being ignited. He has an unparalleled advantage in aerial balls! I think he should be one of the most troublesome points for Coach Ye Fei. What do you think? Dawson!"

After Smith finished speaking his point of view, he looked at his partner Dawson expectantly, hoping that he would also agree with his point of view, but Dawson didn't intend to do that because he had his own point of view:
"Smith, I think so! Now you have a sense of admiration for Liverpool. In fact, they are not as scary as you imagined. At least I have discovered their three weaknesses. I will not talk about it now. I want to see if Coach Ye Fei can see these points and make perfect use of Liverpool's shortcomings!"

After Dawson said a few words objectively, he continued to focus on the field, regardless of what Smith beside him said.

"Stop him...don't foul him!" Basham yelled at Stevens, who was filling in for Gerrard, while blocking Gerrard!
"You are not afraid that he will directly shove with his hands. Look at his frightened appearance. This does not seem to be the mentality that a defensive player should have!"

Gerald, who was in front of Basham, lost his nerve, and suddenly said such a thing to Basham!

(End of this chapter)