naaapseattle Chapter 299 Tom, what are you doing
Chapter 299 Tom, what are you doing
Chapter 299 Tom, what are you doing
On the Anfield stadium, there was once again applause from the fans to Tang Wu.
But this kind of applause was so harsh in Beibald's ears.
In a game, a goalkeeper is frequently praised by fans.Is this a blessing for the team?
of course not!
A goalkeeper's frequent performance proves that the team is accepting the onslaught of the opponent!
This is a simple truth, which is often a mystery to the authorities.
In the 36th minute, after Chelsea made a few inversions in the midfield, Lampard suddenly sent a through ball and accurately handed the ball to Robben's feet.
The young Dutch teenager once again showed his unparalleled football talent in front of the world-I just want to cut inside, anyway, you can't guard against it!
After cutting inside, Robben kicked up and took the ball out of the far corner again.
At this time, Robben is still very young. If he is familiar with football for a few more years, he will definitely not shoot so rashly.
First of all, Tang Wu has a lot of experience with his shots from far corners; secondly, with Robben's ability, taking a step forward, or shooting from a better angle out of the way, will greatly increase the scoring rate.
However, the growth of every player has to experience failure again and again, when seeing Tang Wu push the ball to the bottom line in an extremely exaggerated and extremely stretched posture.Robben finally stood firm and shook his head, admitting that it was true that he was so far behind Tang Wu in the selection of the Golden Boy Award.
Chelsea's attack is not over yet, in the applause of the fans, Robben took another corner kick.
Facing the internal spin ball, Tang Wu was well prepared. After a decisive attack, he jumped high and confiscated the ball directly.
"TOM! GO!" The live commentator roared.
Golden opportunity!
Tang Wu finally seized an opportunity to help Liverpool launch a fast break.
At this time, Tang Wu was like a football running back, rushing through the crowd with a football in one hand.
Drogba, Lampard, and Terry, who hadn't even had time to run out of the penalty area, subconsciously blocked Tang Wu. Tang Wu dodged left and right, avoiding the "inadvertent" positions of all Chelsea players, and rushed to the big penalty area before the line.
Just when Tang Wu was about to twitch his leg, Duff suddenly appeared in front of Tang Wu.
Facing the Irish winger, Tang Wu did not stop running.
"Danmi, you can't stop me!!!"
With a roar, Tang Wu, who is 1.8 meters nine, rushed to the front of Duff, who was 1.7 meters nine, and tried his best.Like an ancient trebuchet, Tang Wu drew the ball in his left hand to draw a rainbow above Duff's head and threw it forward.
"Liverpool's fast break!" Zhan Jun became excited.
Tang Wu's vigorous throwing of the ball was no worse than that of kicking it with his feet. After flying over the heads of most of the forward players, the ball landed accurately in front of Luis Garcia.
The Spanish winger immediately ran with the ball after receiving the ball, which also aroused the enthusiasm of the Red Army fans in the audience.
"Run, run!" Beitu stood on the sidelines, clenched his hands into fists, and his palms were covered with sweat.
He is not afraid that Luiz's shot will be blocked by Petr Cech. What he is afraid of is that Liverpool will not even complete this attack.
From Alonso's injury to the present, Liverpool has never formed an effective attack.
Cech is like a spectator who can enter the field, always standing at the top of the arc of his own penalty area, looking at the frontcourt.
It's like a 1.9-meter-[-] Wangfu stone.
So in Beitu's heart, he is eagerly looking forward to a decent counterattack from Liverpool.
Fast, effective, and threatening, all three are enough.
Even if he didn't score a goal in the end, it was acceptable to Beitu.
If even such a counterattack is stumbling, with Mourinho's sharp eyes, he will definitely take the opportunity to continue to increase his attack.
By then, Liverpool will have no chance of turning around.
"Louis Luis!" the on-site commentator chanted Garcia's name, his eyes followed the red winger who was dribbling with the ball on the right, and he was very nervous.
In front of Garcia, there are two Liverpool defenders.
One is Glen Johnson, who is approaching him, and the other is Gallas, who is running.
Garcia is parallel to the position a little behind, and Pangele is also desperately advancing.
Further back, there are players from Chelsea chasing back, including Makelele, Ferreira and Thiago, forming a 2-on-5 situation in the frontcourt.It seems that if Garcia himself doesn't want to go the same way, this quick counterattack will end in being besieged.
In Liverpool, Beitu can be regarded as Luis Garcia's "enlightenment mentor".
Although born in the Barcelona youth team, Luis Garcia became famous in the Tenerife team in the second division. In the 00-01 season, Beitu successfully led Tenerife to La Liga. Luis Garcia played 40 games and scored 16 goals, handing over the first report card of his career.
Then Beau accepted Valencia's invitation, and Luis Garcia returned to Barcelona after two seasons at Valladolid and Atletico Madrid.
But Rijkaard's transformation of him was not successful. He still couldn't find the feeling on the right, and only scored 4 goals in one season.At this time, Beitu, who took over the Red Army, issued a call, and the Spaniards were able to come to England.
Beitu has great trust in him, and Louis gradually regained his feeling.
After looking up at the situation in the middle, the Spanish winger swung his leg decisively, as if he wanted to pass the ball.
Naturally, Glenn Johnson couldn't let him pass easily, and subconsciously stretched out his legs to intercept.But Lewis swung his right foot, dunked the ball behind him, and dribbled the ball from behind Glenn Johnson to the middle.
In just over a second, Pangele had already rushed into place, pulling the opponent's line of defense.Behind him, there are three defenders including Makelele.
Louis didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately swung his leg and volleyed.
Whether it succeeds or not?Give it a try first!
"Oh!"
Gallas stretched his leg in time to block the ball's path, and the ball bounced towards the corner flag post after hitting Gallas' leg.
Cech was staggered. On the football field, this is not shameful!
When Bei Tu saw it, he suddenly leaned back. If his assistant hadn't supported him, he might have fallen to the sidelines.
What a pity!
What a pity!
Luiz's shooting strength and accuracy are all there. If it is not blocked by Gallas, he will directly talk to Cech.
At that time, it doesn't matter whether Cech hugs or saves or even makes a mistake.
The important thing is that Liverpool has proved to his opponents, "I still have the ability to threaten your goal!"
But now, everything disappeared with Gallas' horizontal kick.
After Beitu was "righted up" by his assistant, he was pleasantly surprised to see Garcia desperately chasing the ball after the shot.
The Red Army's indomitable and never-give-up spirit has completely infected this player who has just joined the team for about half a year.
This spirit of Liverpool is what coaches all over the world hope for.
After Garcia took a step and galloped, he finally intercepted the ball in front of the sideline.
Although the ball was touched by a Chelsea player, Garcia didn't want the fast break to become an insignificant throw-in.
Sure enough, after seeing that Garcia really intercepted the ball in front of the corner flagpole, Glen Johnson had no choice but to speed up again, and kicked the ball before Garcia turned around with the ball.
corner kick!
Garcia deliberately left this gap.
In his opinion, a corner kick is better than a throw-in!
"In the 38th minute of the game, Liverpool won the first corner kick of the game." Zhan Jun explained methodically.
Corners are common in football matches, but there are also many times when a team does not get a corner in a game.
It can only be said that the offense of this team is too good!
Liverpool only got one at the end of the first half, which is generally not satisfactory.
In the shot, Garcia himself is standing in the corner, stepping on a ball thrown to him by a caddy under his feet.
Players of both teams took this opportunity to take a walk and take a break to find a suitable position in the penalty area.
But just when Garcia was about to take a corner kick, he suddenly seemed to see something, and immediately raised his arms and opened his mouth and shouted.
During the questioning between Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang, the camera zoomed away.
Zhan Jun and Huang Jianxiang were stunned when the camera zoomed out enough to hold Chelsea's entire half.
"Tang Wu? What is Tang Wu doing?"
Not only Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun, but everyone in Anfield was stunned when they saw the big bald head who had already crossed the halfway line.
"Is this TOM going to participate in the attack?" The on-site commentator stuttered for a while, and finally came to a conclusion after seeing Tang Wu running into Chelsea's penalty area.
What is this ghost?
The game is not over yet? !
It was less than 40 minutes into the first half, and the goalkeeper abandoned the goal and went out to participate in the attack?
What the hell is Benitez doing?
What kind of secret plan of his is this?
At least five shots were aimed at Bei Bald on the sidelines, hoping to find the answer from the face of the Spanish coach.
Bei Bald stood on the sidelines, with his hands in his trouser pockets, watching Chelsea's half with a blank expression.
A breeze blows, and it seems that his hairline seems to be much higher.
"Well, it seems that all of this is within the scope of Benitez's plan." The commentator at Anfield guessed.
What no one noticed was that the teaching assistant next to Beitu was sticking tightly to him.The assistant coach was sweating profusely, and he was afraid that the Spanish coach would fall to the ground as soon as he left.
"Fuck? Tom, what are you doing?"
Bei bald scolded his mother for selling batches in his heart, as if ten thousand fucking nimas were galloping past.
(End of this chapter)