I am a giant in football

Chapter 152 The Gods Descend to Earth 】

"Left or right??" A series of question marks appeared in the mind of Liverpool defender No. 18 Moreno.

He looked at Salah who didn't make any fancy moves on his feet in front of him, and his mind suddenly became a little confused.

Compared with those players with fast fake moves and all kinds of fancy skills, Salah is hardly a dribbling master.

But such a person put more pressure on Moreno, making him tremble in his heart.

"Tsk..." There was the sound of sneakers rubbing against the lawn, and then Moreno immediately stepped out and shoveled at Salah's feet.

And Salah's foot that didn't move just now suddenly hit the bottom edge of the ball, and then the ball rose straight up.

The ball flew before Moreno's foot reached it, before Salah flicked it forward in the air.

“yes………………… awesome…… Salah, you are so fucking awesome…………”

"Able to control the ball in the air, surpass people in the air, and be a big bull..."

Dawson was already yelling crazily. Salah's performance at this moment made Dawson forget that he was still a commentator.

Even Smith on one side opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to say a word for a long time.

Then, Salah's two legs quickly started to catch up with the ball rolling forward.

Then he started the final impact!

"Shan...... the knife... is here!"

"Less than 10 minutes into the game, Salah, the African lion, finally showed his power. If the tiger doesn't show his power, do you think I'm a sick cat?"

As soon as Dawson's words fell, the scene fell into a dead silence. The fans at home covered their mouths, tightly controlling their emotions at the moment.

15 meters………………

This is Salah's position from the goal, and soon the distance came within 10 meters, which was a blink of an eye.

Liverpool goalkeeper Simon Mignolet, looking at the high-speed movement of Salah, felt a sense of fear in his heart for a while.

"It's so fast! What the hell is this guy made of!"

Mignolet whispered in his heart.

Salah took the ball to a place less than 3 meters away from the goalkeeper, and suddenly made a vigorous volley, scaring the goalkeeper and rushing forward.

"Crack..." Afterwards, Salah's left foot hit the ball, but the ball didn't fly, but rolled towards the goal like a ground ball.

This made the goalkeeper unexpected. It was supposed to take off, but in the end it turned into another state, so the goalkeeper went towards the goal without even touching the ball.

"Shua........." There was a very low sound of surfing the Internet.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL..."

"Heaven...God...Go down...Where..., 60 meters one dragon broke through the door!"

"Salah, broke through Liverpool's goal with an awesome push, and he completed his wealthy plan!"

"It was a goal worth more than gold and it put Sheffield United back on the same starting line as Liverpool."

Dawson yelled in the direction of Salah, and Smith beside him still hadn't reacted for so long, still looking at the ball rolling in the net so obsessively.

"Oh... I did it, who the fuck said Liverpool were invincible, who said Sheffield United couldn't,"

"Now the familiar Sheffield United team has announced their return..."

Salah roared wildly, without any reservations,

The fans also broke out the biggest roar:

“King of Africa…………Salah……………King of Africa……”

"Sheffield United come on... Sheffield United must win!"

In an instant, Balamore Lane became Salah's home court completely, and then the players in Sheffield United ran towards Salah and joined the celebration of the goal.

"NO…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… how did this happen?" Rogers looked at the score on the big screen, felt as if his heart had been hollowed out for a moment.

It is impossible to face such a big psychological gap. Not long ago, they were playing against Sheffield United. Now they will be equalized by the opponent. The contrast is too great.

Feeling powerless, Rogers slowly retreated to his seat and sat down.

Then he thought of the pressure put on him by the team management. In fact, before this game, Liverpool's general manager had already told him face to face that he would not be included in the team's plan for next season.

And also made a new round of threats, saying that if he can't win the game, he will be dismissed after the game, and there is no bonus to get.

With only a few rounds left in the league, and their results are not good, even if they win all the remaining games, they will not get the chance to play in the European League next season.

In this case, the only chance for Liverpool to go to Europe is to win the FA Cup.

So it is conceivable how much Liverpool's management wants to win this game, but the game is always full of drama. Before the game started, Rogers could control his emotions and stabilize the scene.

But when a series of things happened, Rogers was no longer on the court, and he had already begun to think about his future.

To be honest, since he can coach a giant, Rogers is still very capable, and his salary is not low, he didn't take the rewards mentioned by the Liverpool management at all.

And there are many reasons why Liverpool's performance is so poor this season. For example, Gerrard is about to leave, leaving Liverpool in a situation where the old and the new are alternating.

Rising stars like Sterling, Coutinho and Henderson are completely unable to support Liverpool's progress.

Internal instability and external opponents constantly strengthening themselves have made Liverpool completely useless in this season's Premier League.

"You see, the Liverpool manager is about to cry! Sitting on the bench with his head down, does this mean to surrender directly?"

Osborne looked at the opposite Liverpool bench and laughed happily.

The situation that was just behind has been completely forgotten.

"Don't be careless, Osborne, there are still nearly 40 minutes left in the game! You don't know the result of winning or losing! When the time comes to let the players hear such thoughts, it will be troublesome if they are all floating!"

"Uh...... Sorry, sorry, I just said it out of my mouth when I was too excited, don't mind it!"

Osborn became honest immediately after being reminded by Wilder, and quickly put away the contempt just now.

"Frankie, go warm up!" Ye Fei first smiled at Wilder and Osborne, then turned his head and said this to De Jong who was sitting on the bench.

"Yes... I'll prepare right away!" De Jong said no nonsense, clenched his fists excitedly, and then began to undress.

　Beg for tickets with the big guys, the next satellite club is coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)