Chapter 482 Promise
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Lao Zuo
"Henderson!"
Lindy stuck in his position, didn't take off, and gave the ball directly to Henderson.
The latter received the ball and faced Osman's pressing without trying to break through.
Side the ball again.
Johnson glanced at the penalty area and leaned back slightly.
Barnes immediately raised his foot to intercept.
The corners of Johnson's mouth curled up, too tender.
The right foot turned into a pass, and Barnes was thrown away in an instant.
But before he could pass the ball, his neck felt tight.
The whole person fell backwards.
"beep~"
The referee whistled decisively, and Barnes pulled a foul.
"Liverpool get a free-kick in a good position up front."
"But I still want to say something, this kind of frontcourt pressing one after another, with a very layered firepower coverage."
"My God, I don't think Everton will last long."
Lindy looked at Gerrard who took the penalty, thinking that he also needs to hurry up and practice free kicks.
In the penalty area, the crowds of the two teams huddled together.
Hand to hand, foot to foot, entangled with each other.
Even the referee Robertson has come in continuously to maintain order.
But as soon as the referee left, he immediately replied.
Lindy shook off Osman's extended hand, "Get out of here."
But the latter continued to hold Lindy by the corner of his clothes with one hand, preventing him from jumping smoothly.
"beep~"
With the whistle of the referee, the football flew into the penalty area with a clear arc.
Just as Lindy was about to take off, his right foot was stepped on.
In the chaos, no one touched the football.
The football flew directly to the other side of the penalty area.
But Enrique sprints wildly on the left and gets the ball back on the touchline.
Looking at the chaos in the penalty area, he returned the ball to Gerrard who had already run to the front of the penalty area.
The latter raised his bow and arrow, and was about to give Everton a fatal blow.
"beep~"
The referee Robertson's whistle sounded and the game was stopped.
"boom!"
This time it really ignited the anger of the Liverpool team.
Lindy was the first to rush forward and pushed away the innocent looking Tim Cahill.
"How? Where is the injury?"
At this time, Gerald was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, panting heavily.
It seemed that there was no way to speak at all.
This is clearly a sign of injury.
Lindy's complexion darkened, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the crowd, making a substitution towards Dalglish.
And the stretcher gesture!
He noticed that it wasn't the bumped thigh that Gerald was covering.
It's the groin!
The old injury has returned!
At this time, the teammates on both sides had already started pushing each other.
It's not someone else.
This is Steven Gerrard, the team that will always be in their hearts!
Dalglish gritted his teeth on the sidelines.
Let the team doctor rush up with the stretcher group.
And he didn't stop the players on the bench who rushed to the court.
The complexion keeps changing.
In the end, he was so vicious as to kill someone.
He turned to look at Moyes.
Is it his instruction? ?
For the fans, now is the most angry and painful time.
The shoving and revenge of the players on the field cannot relieve their sadness and anger.
for them
If Keegan is the generation of Liverpool;
Dalglish is the second generation;
Hypia is the third generation;
When it comes to Gerald, it's the fourth generation!
There was already a lot of hype at the scene, and the substitute players and staff on both sides had already rushed forward.
Even the team doctor couldn't squeeze in.
The fans in the sidelines are already a little ready to move, and they plan to rush into the stadium.
Once this kind of thing happens.
There may be another disaster!
Terrible disaster!
Lindy thought of the 96 heroic souls on the Anfield stadium monument.
He gritted his teeth tightly and told himself to calm down.
The more this is the case, the more calm you need to be.
The joints of both fists rattled.
His chest kept rising and falling.
"Enough!! (Enough)"
Lindy shouted loudly, and his voice penetrated the crowd.
The crowd, which could not be stopped no matter how the referee Robertson whistled before, suddenly stopped at this moment.
What they saw was a Lindy on the verge of rage and outbursts.
Blood red eyes, clenched fists.
It seems that the next step is to choose a monster and devour it.
Cahill didn't even dare to look Lindy in the eye.
Fellaini, who had suffered before, took a step back unconsciously.
Lindy moved forward slowly.
De Gea quickly rushed to Lindy from the backcourt when he saw something bad.
Seeing that the crowd in front of him didn't want to move away.
Lindy has one in each hand.
Barnes and Enrique were directly pushed to the sides by him.
Both teammates and opponents were separated by him one by one.
Lindy walked up to Gerald.
At this time, the captain was still panting heavily, but he was obviously much weaker.
It meant that the pain had almost reached his limit.
"Why are you still standing there, come here!"
Lindy turned around and shouted.
The two people in charge of carrying the stretcher took half a step back in fear, then moved forward quickly and put the stretcher on the ground.
It's just that among this group of furious men, the hands of the two young men were shaking.
Seeing this, Lindy pushed the two of them away.
Looking at De Gea who was running, he gave him a look.
Then he slowly squatted down: "Be patient."
After finishing speaking, Lindy put his hands on Gerrard directly on the stretcher.
he went to the front
In a half-kneeling position, he picked up the stretcher.
Wait a minute De Gea
Slowly got up, looked around, did not speak.
He knew what he was doing and what he was carrying.
The crowd dispersed slowly and consciously made way for a passage.
Lindy walked unhappily, staring ahead, and clenched his hands tightly.
He was afraid of jolting Gerald in pain.
All eyes were on the man with firm eyes.
Step by step...
The solid footsteps fall, fall on the court, and also fall on people's hearts...
You'll never walk along...
The Liverpool fans at the scene covered their faces with their hands and began to pray for Gerrard with red eyes.
This is especially true for Liverpool fans in front of the TV.
And the group of Everton fans who were about to move, also temporarily quieted down.
Dalglish also had moist eyes.
But he saw a strong shoulder, a shoulder that could carry Liverpool's future.
It wasn't an injured Gerrard that lifted.
It is a heavy responsibility and responsibility!
The man who personally gave him the captain's armband.
This man who fought for Liverpool all his life.
This man carried Liverpool forward alone, from a teenager to a middle-aged man.
When Lindy lifted him, he officially took over the responsibility on his shoulders.
Dalglish knew.
At this time, Lindy was more angry than anyone else.
But he endured it.
Because he knows the possible consequences.
Stop the strife and bear it alone.
This is the captain of Liverpool!
"Don't worry, you can recover from your injuries. Leave the next game to me, and the next schedule to me."
Lindy put Gerald down slowly and made a solemn promise to him.
This is the promise made by Liverpool's 49th captain to the 48th captain.
After speaking, Lindy returned to the arena without looking back.
This game is not over yet.
Lindy, keep your promise!
......
Lindy stuck in his position, didn't take off, and gave the ball directly to Henderson.
The latter received the ball and faced Osman's pressing without trying to break through.
Side the ball again.
Johnson glanced at the penalty area and leaned back slightly.
Barnes immediately raised his foot to intercept.
The corners of Johnson's mouth curled up, too tender.
The right foot turned into a pass, and Barnes was thrown away in an instant.
But before he could pass the ball, his neck felt tight.
The whole person fell backwards.
"beep~"
The referee whistled decisively, and Barnes pulled a foul.
"Liverpool get a free-kick in a good position up front."
"But I still want to say something, this kind of frontcourt pressing one after another, with a very layered firepower coverage."
"My God, I don't think Everton will last long."
Lindy looked at Gerrard who took the penalty, thinking that he also needs to hurry up and practice free kicks.
In the penalty area, the crowds of the two teams huddled together.
Hand to hand, foot to foot, entangled with each other.
Even the referee Robertson has come in continuously to maintain order.
But as soon as the referee left, he immediately replied.
Lindy shook off Osman's extended hand, "Get out of here."
But the latter continued to hold Lindy by the corner of his clothes with one hand, preventing him from jumping smoothly.
"beep~"
With the whistle of the referee, the football flew into the penalty area with a clear arc.
Just as Lindy was about to take off, his right foot was stepped on.
In the chaos, no one touched the football.
The football flew directly to the other side of the penalty area.
But Enrique sprints wildly on the left and gets the ball back on the touchline.
Looking at the chaos in the penalty area, he returned the ball to Gerrard who had already run to the front of the penalty area.
The latter raised his bow and arrow, and was about to give Everton a fatal blow.
"beep~"
The referee Robertson's whistle sounded and the game was stopped.
"boom!"
This time it really ignited the anger of the Liverpool team.
Lindy was the first to rush forward and pushed away the innocent looking Tim Cahill.
"How? Where is the injury?"
At this time, Gerald was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, panting heavily.
It seemed that there was no way to speak at all.
This is clearly a sign of injury.
Lindy's complexion darkened, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the crowd, making a substitution towards Dalglish.
And the stretcher gesture!
He noticed that it wasn't the bumped thigh that Gerald was covering.
It's the groin!
The old injury has returned!
At this time, the teammates on both sides had already started pushing each other.
It's not someone else.
This is Steven Gerrard, the team that will always be in their hearts!
Dalglish gritted his teeth on the sidelines.
Let the team doctor rush up with the stretcher group.
And he didn't stop the players on the bench who rushed to the court.
The complexion keeps changing.
In the end, he was so vicious as to kill someone.
He turned to look at Moyes.
Is it his instruction? ?
For the fans, now is the most angry and painful time.
The shoving and revenge of the players on the field cannot relieve their sadness and anger.
for them
If Keegan is the generation of Liverpool;
Dalglish is the second generation;
Hypia is the third generation;
When it comes to Gerald, it's the fourth generation!
There was already a lot of hype at the scene, and the substitute players and staff on both sides had already rushed forward.
Even the team doctor couldn't squeeze in.
The fans in the sidelines are already a little ready to move, and they plan to rush into the stadium.
Once this kind of thing happens.
There may be another disaster!
Terrible disaster!
Lindy thought of the 96 heroic souls on the Anfield stadium monument.
He gritted his teeth tightly and told himself to calm down.
The more this is the case, the more calm you need to be.
The joints of both fists rattled.
His chest kept rising and falling.
"Enough!! (Enough)"
Lindy shouted loudly, and his voice penetrated the crowd.
The crowd, which could not be stopped no matter how the referee Robertson whistled before, suddenly stopped at this moment.
What they saw was a Lindy on the verge of rage and outbursts.
Blood red eyes, clenched fists.
It seems that the next step is to choose a monster and devour it.
Cahill didn't even dare to look Lindy in the eye.
Fellaini, who had suffered before, took a step back unconsciously.
Lindy moved forward slowly.
De Gea quickly rushed to Lindy from the backcourt when he saw something bad.
Seeing that the crowd in front of him didn't want to move away.
Lindy has one in each hand.
Barnes and Enrique were directly pushed to the sides by him.
Both teammates and opponents were separated by him one by one.
Lindy walked up to Gerald.
At this time, the captain was still panting heavily, but he was obviously much weaker.
It meant that the pain had almost reached his limit.
"Why are you still standing there, come here!"
Lindy turned around and shouted.
The two people in charge of carrying the stretcher took half a step back in fear, then moved forward quickly and put the stretcher on the ground.
It's just that among this group of furious men, the hands of the two young men were shaking.
Seeing this, Lindy pushed the two of them away.
Looking at De Gea who was running, he gave him a look.
Then he slowly squatted down: "Be patient."
After finishing speaking, Lindy put his hands on Gerrard directly on the stretcher.
he went to the front
In a half-kneeling position, he picked up the stretcher.
Wait a minute De Gea
Slowly got up, looked around, did not speak.
He knew what he was doing and what he was carrying.
The crowd dispersed slowly and consciously made way for a passage.
Lindy walked unhappily, staring ahead, and clenched his hands tightly.
He was afraid of jolting Gerald in pain.
All eyes were on the man with firm eyes.
Step by step...
The solid footsteps fall, fall on the court, and also fall on people's hearts...
You'll never walk along...
The Liverpool fans at the scene covered their faces with their hands and began to pray for Gerrard with red eyes.
This is especially true for Liverpool fans in front of the TV.
And the group of Everton fans who were about to move, also temporarily quieted down.
Dalglish also had moist eyes.
But he saw a strong shoulder, a shoulder that could carry Liverpool's future.
It wasn't an injured Gerrard that lifted.
It is a heavy responsibility and responsibility!
The man who personally gave him the captain's armband.
This man who fought for Liverpool all his life.
This man carried Liverpool forward alone, from a teenager to a middle-aged man.
When Lindy lifted him, he officially took over the responsibility on his shoulders.
Dalglish knew.
At this time, Lindy was more angry than anyone else.
But he endured it.
Because he knows the possible consequences.
Stop the strife and bear it alone.
This is the captain of Liverpool!
"Don't worry, you can recover from your injuries. Leave the next game to me, and the next schedule to me."
Lindy put Gerald down slowly and made a solemn promise to him.
This is the promise made by Liverpool's 49th captain to the 48th captain.
After speaking, Lindy returned to the arena without looking back.
This game is not over yet.
Lindy, keep your promise!
......
