naaapseattle Chapter 137 Kill him
Chapter 137 Kill him
Chapter 137 Kill him
"Old man, let me confirm again, you are not joking with me, are you?"
Before the opening, Tang Wu deliberately dragged it to the end and reconfirmed.
"Of course not!" Ranieri did not hesitate at all, "As long as you can lead Arsenal by two goals in the second half, I will allow you to take a penalty kick."
"Hey! Wait, the old man agreed!" Tang Wu ran out to catch up with the teammates in front of him as soon as La Nieli finished speaking.
"TOM, the old man is joking with you, you really mean it!" In Lampard's view, La Nieli just made a small joke with Tang Wu.
The Gunners, who are one goal behind, will definitely strengthen their offense in the second half, and if the Blues are really two goals ahead of their opponents, they will definitely change their tactics and keep the score.
At that time, Chelsea, who are focused on defense, let alone go to the opponent's penalty area to build points, it is uncertain whether they will continue to attack.
"So I'm here to find you!" Tang Wu patted Lampard's shoulder meaningfully, "Frank, don't forget what we've been practicing these days."
"You mean," Lampard said uncertainly, "how long have we been practicing? And I've never been in a game."
"Isn't it the official match now!" Tang Wu interrupted the hesitant Lampard, "Anyway, sooner or later we have to practice. Does it matter who the opponent is?"
"Well, I can only try, but I can't guarantee that I will do it every ball. It's a waste of opportunities, and the fans may not buy it."
"It's okay, I believe you!" Tang Wu gave Lampard a thumbs up and ran towards the goal.
In the second half, the professor decisively replaced Edu, who was almost roaming the field, and Bergkamp, the ice prince, appeared in the midfielder position.
The original 442 became 4312 because Bergkamp played, and the fans at Highbury Stadium burst into appalling cheers the moment they saw the ice prince play.
"Dennis, Dennis!"
"Dennis, kick them and let these bumpkins know that this is not a place for them to run wild!"
"Dennis, let these upstarts get out of the Champions League!"
Seeing Bergkamp play, Tang Wu purposely walked up to Makelele and whispered, "Claude, how about I hand him over to you?"
"No problem!" The French midfielder is not afraid of the Dutch striker at all.
"No!" Tang Wu shook his head, "Claude, you didn't understand what I meant."
"TOM, you mean"
Glancing at Bergkamp, who was moving his ankle, Tang Wu said in a low voice: "Claude, I need you to spend 120 points to deal with him. I don't want to see him take it easily within three meters outside the penalty area." ball."
"TOM, do you mean?" Makelele glanced like a villain in a movie, and wiped his neck with his hand.
"Then I don't care. I will let William help you when the time is right."
"Okay TOM, I see." Makelele nodded emphatically.
If Tang Wu really wants to have a "dream of scoring goals", Chelsea must continue to control the situation and grasp the rhythm in the second half.
At the very least, the situation cannot be worse than in the first half.
The appearance of Bergkamp will undoubtedly break this situation.
The Ice Prince's ball control and vision in the frontcourt are absolutely top-notch. As long as he passes a few slightly threatening crosses casually, the "quake" that Chelsea has paved the way for 45 minutes will be broken.
At that time, whether it is a positional battle with the Gunners or a counterattack, with Arsenal's offensive ability, it will basically be a matter of minutes to penetrate the gate guarded by Tang Wu.
Never let you spoil my good deeds!
Tang Wu looked fiercely at Bergkamp who was holding the ball on the edge of the center circle. The Ice Prince looked at Tang Wu calmly, then gently distributed the ball to his teammates and ran towards the frontcourt.
Two over one!
Simple and effective fit.
On the football field, the wall-to-wall fit is very practical.
Two to one, two to two, two to three or even two to four may appear. Bergkamp does not stick to the ball, but uses his wide vision to predict and pass a short pass in a small area towards Chelsea. field penetration.
Looking at the dazzling pass, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"These passes from Bergkamp after he came on the field are really beautiful. They flow like clouds and water. This is Arsenal's gorgeous football."
"Tang Wu is in danger!" Zhan Jun also stared at the screen.
Huang Jianxiang glanced at his colleagues beside him, and added, "Yes, Chelsea is in danger."
Through pass, knockback, cross pull, diagonal pass.
After three passes and two downs, the Ice Prince received a return pass from Pires five meters before the top of the Chelsea arc.
However, this time the Ice Prince didn't continue to move forward or find someone to hit the wall. He stepped on the ball and stood where he was, frowning.
This is the first time he broke into Chelsea's "quit" after he came on the field. At this moment, the Ice Prince deeply realized the helplessness of the gun king in the first half.
Interspersed with running positions, stepped forward to interfere, pressed close to the defense, and pinched the encirclement.
These four sets of tricks are connected together to separate Arsenal's ball-handling players step by step, and then form a steal.
Looking around at the Chelsea players who were staring at him, the Ice Prince turned his attention to Makelele who was standing in front of him.
This nigger is having a hard time!
Bergkamp naturally knew how powerful Makelele was.
Gently pushing the ball to the front right side with his right foot, Makelele only took a small step back and immediately stood still.
The Ice Prince immediately took the test ball back to his feet, and through Makelele's retreating pace, he has confirmed the defensive intention of the French midfielder.
"It's hard to handle!" The Ice Prince glanced at the front field with an extremely concealed look. Except for Pires who could run out of space on the side, Henry and Reyes were surrounded by a group of blue players.
Although the Blues have only so many defenders, due to the dense positioning, no matter which one they pass to, they will be surrounded by the opponent.
Just when the Ice Prince was hesitating, Makelele moved like a rabbit, and suddenly stepped forward to grab it.
The veteran Gunner didn't panic, knocking the ball behind him with his right foot while blocking Makelele with his body.
Height has always been Makelele's weakness. After blocking Makelele's attack with his elbow, the Ice Prince's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a gap.
This gap will not disappear due to the movement of other Chelsea players, but will appear due to Makelele's loss of position.
Behind the robbed Makelele, there was a passage leading directly to Chelsea's gate.And in this passage, there is only one young man wearing special gloves.
"Great opportunity!" How did the Ice Prince miss such a good opportunity?With a violent elbow, Makelele was pushed a few centimeters to the right.At the same time, with a swing of the left leg, it is necessary to kick the ball.
"wrong."
The ice prince's hawk-like eyes were extremely sharp, and he clearly saw the young Chinese goalkeeper with slightly bowed knees when he realized that he was about to shoot, and the left corner of his mouth was slowly rising.
"Oh!"
The ball came out at the sound.
Amid the exclamation, the ball flew over the heads of Terry and others, and flew to the right.
Pires leaps up near the corner post, sticks out his right foot and stops the ball in front of him.
Naturally, Bridge would not waste such a good opportunity, and immediately stepped forward to shovel and shovel the ball out of the sideline.
"He actually found out?!" Seeing the line referee awarding a throw-in to the Gunner, Tang Wu was very disappointed.
The "gap" that Prince Bing saw was intentionally revealed by Tang Wu to his opponent.
Because Tang Wu had already adjusted his center of gravity to one side by virtue of his half-squatting posture.
As long as Bergkamp kicks, the right goal he leaked, even in the dead corner, is confident to seal it.
But at the last moment, Bergkamp saw through and passed the ball to Pires on the wing.
"If you don't block him, I won't even try to score a goal today!"
Lauren ran up from behind and took the ball from Pires.It seems that the Gunners are not willing to give up this offensive opportunity at all.
Tang Wu stood near the goal post, directing Terry and others to keep an eye on Henry and others.
The ball was thrown, and Vieira, who was in the middle, used his strong body and height to keep Parker behind.
With no way to turn around, Vieira directly pushed the ball to Lauren.
"Mayer, here!"
Bergkamp snorted, and the Cameroon defender pushed the ball towards the Ice Prince who had just played without hesitation.
"Yo!"
There was an exclamation from the nearby stands.
Facing the incoming ball, Bergkamp picked it lightly with his toes, and picked the ball from the air to the back of his head.
Lampard, who was following up and defending, swung his right arm backwards. Not only was Lampard pushed to the left by him, but he also turned around quickly with this force and chased after the ball.
"This is a rainbow!" Zhan Jun was also surprised.
In the Premier League where "hand-to-hand combat" is the mainstream, Bergkamp is one of the few superstars who still insist on playing artistic football in this utilitarian football world.
Since Johan Cruyff and Marco van Basten, Bergkamp's artistic football has been fully displayed in the Gunners.
Bergkamp had fewer touches than the average player before scoring a goal, sometimes just one, sometimes two or three, but every time the Ice Prince scored, he was remembered.
Henry is a top killer, while Bergkamp is a unique creator.
After this calm, unsmiling Dutch handsome guy used such a powerful and unconstrained dribble to get rid of Lampard, he seemed to have expected the next plot.
The right foot flicked the ball back, out of the way of Gala's tackle.
"dennis"
"Dodged William's shovel again!"
"Oh my God, he's a dancing elf on the court!"
The home commentator was not stingy with his praise, and gave all the praise he could think of to the Dutch striker who was sent by Wenger to save the Gunners.
"Ah"
In the noisy ground, except for Tang Wu himself, no one heard this snicker.
Just after passing Gala, the ball under the Ice Prince's feet was not smooth.Just when he was about to use the next step to adjust, a blue-black figure suddenly bumped into Bergkamp from the side.The Dutchman fell sideways as if hit by an unbraked train.
The Ice Prince, who lost his balance in an instant, was like a drowning man, desperately grabbing everything around him.
Just as Makelele, who had grabbed the ball, was about to make a clearance, a strong pulling force pulled him aside and he fell to the ground.
beep! ! !
The referee's whistle sounded immediately.
Players from both sides gathered around.
"Fack, are you going to kill him?" Lauren was nearby, and immediately pulled Makelele aside from Bergkamp and yelled at him.
Terry also ran over, protecting his teammates behind him.
Lampard leaned down and asked in concern: "Claude, how are you?"
"I seem to have twisted my ankle, but, but I don't know." Makelele was sweating profusely, clutching his right ankle, and clenched his teeth.
"Team doctor, team doctor!" The shouter was Reyes of the Gunners.
The young player's face was full of horror, dancing and shouting at the team doctor who ran into the field.
Players from both sides gathered together, the angry Parker and Reyes yelled at each other with their chests on their chests; while more players surrounded their teammates to check the injuries.
"Oh! Thank goodness!" Felix breathed a sigh of relief, "No bone was hurt."
"Claude, try turning left."
"Slow down, slow down"
"To the right?"
"Just a little pain?"
"no problem!"
Felix quickly judged the injury, raised his head and said to Terry who was standing aside, "I suggest that Claude get off the court immediately and rest. If he recovers well, he may play in the next game."
Terry also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, stood up and made a rotation gesture towards La Nieli.
Glenshire had already changed his equipment and was warming up on the sidelines. La Nieli nodded after watching it, and began to think about the next "story".
On the gunner's side, the Ice Prince still closed his eyes tightly, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, looking extremely painful.
Judging from the playback just above the head, after the two fell to the ground, Makelele's right foot and Bergkamp's left foot were entangled together, and because Makelele was on Bergkamp, the two feet twisted at the same time , Bergkamp's left foot superimposed the strength of Makelele's falling to the ground and his weight.
So although Makelele could already sit on the ground and rub his feet, the Ice Prince still fell to the ground.
Pires stood up first and shook his head at Wenger.
Seeing such a scene, the professor opened his mouth wide and yelled at the fourth official: "Is this the Premier League? I didn't come to the wrong place, did I? I thought this was a slaughterhouse!"
"Yellow card? Why? You tell me, this is obviously an intentional foul!"
"Red card, this should be a red card!"
The professor roared loudly, but the fourth official did not respond except to ignore it.
Seeing the yellow card shown by the referee, Makelele and others also breathed a sigh of relief.
This kind of physical confrontation is at best a foul.In the fierce Premier League, side impacts are common.If Bergkamp hadn't dragged Makelele down and sprained himself, the referee might have decided whether to blow the whistle based on whether the offense was effective.
But there are no ifs on the pitch.
Just as Makelele was supported from the ground, he looked at Tang Wu who was running over, "TOM, I tried my best, I didn't expect it"
"It's okay, Claude! I'm very satisfied!" Tang Wu stopped Makelele from blaming himself, "You've done a good job! I'm proud of you."
"Water? Are you satisfied? You call this a good thing?" Tang Wugang finished speaking, and a hand grabbed his back collar instantly, and his whole body was pulled back.
"Yellow pig, what did you just say?" Reyes was right behind Tang Wu, he couldn't beat Parker, so he wanted to trouble Tang Wu.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Wu's neck was tightened, and he couldn't stop coughing.
"Hey, what are you doing, let go!" Bridge and others hurried forward and pulled the two apart.
The referee Merck had just written Makelele's name, and when he saw this, he stepped forward again and separated the two teams.
After asking about the ins and outs, he held up a yellow card again, this time aiming at Reyes.
"Fake, why did you give me a yellow card? One of them is an executioner and the other is a murderer! Why should you give me a yellow card?" Reyes yelled at Tang Wu like a madman.
TMD, the leave note is finally useless.
It's so hard, I want to cry
(End of this chapter)