Chapter 621 Looks Easy
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Lao Zuo
Manchester City Stadium, Ferguson asked Solskjaer nervously:
"How's it going over there?"
"It's still 1 to 0, Liverpool is ahead!" Babyface replied with some helplessness, this is the fifth time the boss has asked since the start of the game.
Watching the anxious game on the court, Ferguson became more and more uneasy.
He just wanted to ask how the ball possession rate on both sides was, when he heard Solskjaer's excited voice: "1 to 1 tie!"
"It's flat?" He hurriedly turned around and grabbed Solskjaer's shoulder, finally with a smile on his face.
"Yes, Drogba scored a stunning lob and Chelsea equalized!" Solskjaer was as excited as Ferguson.
The two even hugged directly on the sidelines.
Others were still in a daze and didn't know what happened, when the coaching staff told the Manchester United players on the bench that Liverpool had been equalized.
Mancini looked at each other strangely: "When will Manchester United's championship path depend on others to lose?"
He shook his head and called for an assistant coach: "There is a lot of pressure on the frontal attack. Let the players find a way. We need set-pieces to break the game."
Afterwards, he looked at the visiting team bench again, and then looked up at the sky, the sarcasm on his face grew stronger.
"Next season, the sky should be completely blue."
And also in the JJB Stadium in Manchester.
As Mancini said, a group of fighters wearing blue jerseys are celebrating wildly.
And Flores stood on the sidelines somewhat unclearly.
The entire Magpie bench was a little dazed.
The 2-0 score on the scoreboard made them a little overwhelmed.
The home team is ahead and they are 2 goals behind.
The crazy blue team tore through their defense in just 25 minutes of the first half.
This is the [Peak Civilian] defense carefully crafted by coach Flores.
In this way, the hope of winning the fourth place seems to have completely disappeared in front of Wigan Athletic, who are desperately fighting for relegation.
Everyone is beginning to witness the miracle of Liverpool's first Premier League title and Wigan Athletic's relegation!
They are now two points behind 18th-placed Bolton.
...
Let's switch back to Anfield.
The smiles on everyone's faces froze, and they sighed with their hands on their hips.
But Lindy was different from them.
As if he had predicted this goal long ago, he just clapped his hands, "It's a pity, David, this guy will also be brought to training together in the future."
"Just attacking here, it's really a gatekeeper at the community level, so stupid."
After talking to himself for a while, Lindy clapped his hands vigorously: "Hey~ cheer up, I really should confiscate your cards just like you!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Henderson: "Run faster, what were you doing just now? Whispering, did you work too hard last night and your legs were weak?"
Before Henderson could react, Lindy looked at Griezmann again: "Go faster, you were too hesitant just now."
Griezmann was taken aback, what do you mean?
Blame my mistake?
But Lindy's next words made his eyes light up, "You f*cking left-footed general, what kind of inside lane is this, isn't this just for him to defend with his feet? It's amazing to go outside!"
As he said that, Lindy patted his face, "Also, remember to actively participate in defense, otherwise people will say that five Griezmanns can't defend one Griezmann."
The latter nodded silently when he heard the words that seemed to be instructing him from his big brother.
After appeasing his teammates, Lindy seemed to be fine.
Afterwards, the Liverpool fans in front of the TV, including the scene, were a little dazed.
"This is?" Lao Zhan adjusted his glasses, he suspected that he was wrong.
Before re-opening, Lindy suddenly squatted down and began to press his legs...
From left leg to head leg, then lunge.
Even the whistle that the referee put in his mouth forgot to blow it for a moment.
But Lindy doesn't seem to be over yet.
Even if the players on both sides are looking at him.
He still continued his warm-up, as if he hadn't opened up his body during the 25 minutes of fierce competition just now.
Seeing their captain like this, everyone immediately felt confident.
What the hell!
I scored a one-stop goal, and I haven't reached the warm-up level yet?
It was as if stars were shining in Lindy in Henderson's eyes.
"Isn't Nima handsome?"
Finally, Lindy held his chin with his left hand and his forehead with his right hand.
Can't hear any sound though.
But the audience seemed to hear in their hearts: "Crack! Crack!" Two sounds from the cervical spine.
Many people's hairs stood on end.
A strange mood is contagious in this Anfield rain.
Liverpool's players have regained their confidence at the top of the table.
The Chelsea players all applied strangely, as if seeing the invincible "Achilles".
The joy of just equalizing the score has completely disappeared.
Old Palk watched the restarted game in front of the TV, and whispered to his son, "Look, how optimistic and confident Lindy is, you have to be like him."
"Okay..." Little Park just opened his mouth and spit out a word lightly.
The man finally had a little smile, and the ten times the dose of painkillers finally had an effect.
The father and son just cuddled each other and continued to watch the game.
After the re-kick-off, Liverpool's offensive wave set off again.
Cooperating with the rain that filled the sky, their attack was more like a giant sail breaking through the storm.
The game time is 33 minutes.
Johnson put in an assist from the backcourt, and faced Monsallo with just a change of direction and accelerated to pass easily.
But it was wet and slippery in rainy days, and the football waded a little too much.
It just so happened that Griezmann was preparing to withdraw to respond at this time.
But he also felt that Ashley Cole behind him was coming to fight for football.
With a sudden movement in his heart, Griezmann missed the ball.
Anfield suddenly burst into applause.
The addition of this French boy brought a touch of tenderness to the originally rough Liverpool.
"Griezmann!"
"Ashley Cole was left behind and the goal was beautiful."
"Will he pass the ball or go straight to Huanglong?"
Before everyone guessed, central defender Alex had already pounced on him.
At this time, Griezmann suddenly cut in.
It seemed that this played into Alex's hands.
But with the next kick, Griezmann split the side with an inverse foot, and the football returned to the right.
"Beautiful split, Johnson!"
"Chelsea missed someone!"
"Cross!"
"This ball..."
At the moment Johnson passed the ball, he clearly saw the figure standing on the waves.
"Team Lin! Be sure to catch it!"
......
"How's it going over there?"
"It's still 1 to 0, Liverpool is ahead!" Babyface replied with some helplessness, this is the fifth time the boss has asked since the start of the game.
Watching the anxious game on the court, Ferguson became more and more uneasy.
He just wanted to ask how the ball possession rate on both sides was, when he heard Solskjaer's excited voice: "1 to 1 tie!"
"It's flat?" He hurriedly turned around and grabbed Solskjaer's shoulder, finally with a smile on his face.
"Yes, Drogba scored a stunning lob and Chelsea equalized!" Solskjaer was as excited as Ferguson.
The two even hugged directly on the sidelines.
Others were still in a daze and didn't know what happened, when the coaching staff told the Manchester United players on the bench that Liverpool had been equalized.
Mancini looked at each other strangely: "When will Manchester United's championship path depend on others to lose?"
He shook his head and called for an assistant coach: "There is a lot of pressure on the frontal attack. Let the players find a way. We need set-pieces to break the game."
Afterwards, he looked at the visiting team bench again, and then looked up at the sky, the sarcasm on his face grew stronger.
"Next season, the sky should be completely blue."
And also in the JJB Stadium in Manchester.
As Mancini said, a group of fighters wearing blue jerseys are celebrating wildly.
And Flores stood on the sidelines somewhat unclearly.
The entire Magpie bench was a little dazed.
The 2-0 score on the scoreboard made them a little overwhelmed.
The home team is ahead and they are 2 goals behind.
The crazy blue team tore through their defense in just 25 minutes of the first half.
This is the [Peak Civilian] defense carefully crafted by coach Flores.
In this way, the hope of winning the fourth place seems to have completely disappeared in front of Wigan Athletic, who are desperately fighting for relegation.
Everyone is beginning to witness the miracle of Liverpool's first Premier League title and Wigan Athletic's relegation!
They are now two points behind 18th-placed Bolton.
...
Let's switch back to Anfield.
The smiles on everyone's faces froze, and they sighed with their hands on their hips.
But Lindy was different from them.
As if he had predicted this goal long ago, he just clapped his hands, "It's a pity, David, this guy will also be brought to training together in the future."
"Just attacking here, it's really a gatekeeper at the community level, so stupid."
After talking to himself for a while, Lindy clapped his hands vigorously: "Hey~ cheer up, I really should confiscate your cards just like you!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Henderson: "Run faster, what were you doing just now? Whispering, did you work too hard last night and your legs were weak?"
Before Henderson could react, Lindy looked at Griezmann again: "Go faster, you were too hesitant just now."
Griezmann was taken aback, what do you mean?
Blame my mistake?
But Lindy's next words made his eyes light up, "You f*cking left-footed general, what kind of inside lane is this, isn't this just for him to defend with his feet? It's amazing to go outside!"
As he said that, Lindy patted his face, "Also, remember to actively participate in defense, otherwise people will say that five Griezmanns can't defend one Griezmann."
The latter nodded silently when he heard the words that seemed to be instructing him from his big brother.
After appeasing his teammates, Lindy seemed to be fine.
Afterwards, the Liverpool fans in front of the TV, including the scene, were a little dazed.
"This is?" Lao Zhan adjusted his glasses, he suspected that he was wrong.
Before re-opening, Lindy suddenly squatted down and began to press his legs...
From left leg to head leg, then lunge.
Even the whistle that the referee put in his mouth forgot to blow it for a moment.
But Lindy doesn't seem to be over yet.
Even if the players on both sides are looking at him.
He still continued his warm-up, as if he hadn't opened up his body during the 25 minutes of fierce competition just now.
Seeing their captain like this, everyone immediately felt confident.
What the hell!
I scored a one-stop goal, and I haven't reached the warm-up level yet?
It was as if stars were shining in Lindy in Henderson's eyes.
"Isn't Nima handsome?"
Finally, Lindy held his chin with his left hand and his forehead with his right hand.
Can't hear any sound though.
But the audience seemed to hear in their hearts: "Crack! Crack!" Two sounds from the cervical spine.
Many people's hairs stood on end.
A strange mood is contagious in this Anfield rain.
Liverpool's players have regained their confidence at the top of the table.
The Chelsea players all applied strangely, as if seeing the invincible "Achilles".
The joy of just equalizing the score has completely disappeared.
Old Palk watched the restarted game in front of the TV, and whispered to his son, "Look, how optimistic and confident Lindy is, you have to be like him."
"Okay..." Little Park just opened his mouth and spit out a word lightly.
The man finally had a little smile, and the ten times the dose of painkillers finally had an effect.
The father and son just cuddled each other and continued to watch the game.
After the re-kick-off, Liverpool's offensive wave set off again.
Cooperating with the rain that filled the sky, their attack was more like a giant sail breaking through the storm.
The game time is 33 minutes.
Johnson put in an assist from the backcourt, and faced Monsallo with just a change of direction and accelerated to pass easily.
But it was wet and slippery in rainy days, and the football waded a little too much.
It just so happened that Griezmann was preparing to withdraw to respond at this time.
But he also felt that Ashley Cole behind him was coming to fight for football.
With a sudden movement in his heart, Griezmann missed the ball.
Anfield suddenly burst into applause.
The addition of this French boy brought a touch of tenderness to the originally rough Liverpool.
"Griezmann!"
"Ashley Cole was left behind and the goal was beautiful."
"Will he pass the ball or go straight to Huanglong?"
Before everyone guessed, central defender Alex had already pounced on him.
At this time, Griezmann suddenly cut in.
It seemed that this played into Alex's hands.
But with the next kick, Griezmann split the side with an inverse foot, and the football returned to the right.
"Beautiful split, Johnson!"
"Chelsea missed someone!"
"Cross!"
"This ball..."
At the moment Johnson passed the ball, he clearly saw the figure standing on the waves.
"Team Lin! Be sure to catch it!"
......
