Chapter 784 Can You Do It?
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Lao Zuo
Listening to the cheers from the corner of Anfield, Lindy clenched his fists again and again.
He noticed that there were many eyes and cameras around him, and he also believed that the fans in the stands were also looking for him at this time.
The pressing failed and the backcourt lost control.
Lindy knew it was his responsibility.
As he said, almost all the broadcast shots were cast on Lindy after giving Pogba a few seconds of celebration.
Front, side, behind and even above the head, as if to find out the expression changes on Lindy's face.
Just like every time Barcelona is scored, the camera will find Messi.
Today, Lindy also enjoys such treatment.
"A superstar, while enjoying the glory, will also be viewed under a microscope."
Ronaldinho's voice rang in his ears, and he was arranging his unmanageable dreadlocks with his hands.
Lindy turned his head with complicated eyes.
"What is this? If you continue to stay in Spain, I guess these people won't bother you, but now that you dare to come to the Premier League and help England fight for the World Cup, this kind of thing will only happen more frequently."
Ronaldinho made it clear.
Lindy frowned deeper: "I don't care about these."
Xiao Luo smiled slightly: "Do you really not care?"
Now, Lindy didn't answer immediately, he touched his nose, as if he was thinking.
After a while, Lindy shook his head, took the football kicked by De Gea, passed it to Giroud, turned to look at Ronaldinho and asked, "How did you do it back then?"
Although he asked, Lindy didn't feel that he cared deep down in his heart.
"Believe it or not, your shot went wide just now, and with this rash rush, there must be a lot of scolding on the Internet." Ronaldinho didn't answer right away, but asked Lindy first.
Lindy nodded in agreement.
Seeing Lindy like this, Ronaldinho didn't continue to answer, and said something Lindy couldn't understand: "Then play according to your own heart."
After speaking, Ronaldinho went to prepare for the kick-off.
"Play according to your own heart?" Lindy repeated the endless words, not quite understanding.
The game restarts.
Juventus, who had equalized the score, seemed to have regained their confidence. Just now Conte was so excited that he almost rushed to the kop stand to celebrate, if the players who were warming up on the sidelines stopped him.
Maybe those British brazens will jump directly from the stands less than 3 meters away from the stadium.
How else could he be said to be Kong Er's fool?
And the players on the field are also rejuvenated by the passion of the coach, let alone young players like Pogba.
Lindy gave the opponent a chance because of his rash attack just now, and now, he also abides by his duty and firmly guards the midfield, but his heart begins to throb again.
For a while, the west wind overwhelmed the east wind.
The red stadium was dominated by black and white, and the fans became a little silent.
More than 3000 Juventus fans from afar began to sing their team song: "juve, storia diung grande amore: Juventus, you are great love"
This made the players on the field even more excited, as if the glory of their ancestors had reappeared on this island.
Dalglish folded his chest with one hand and propped his chin with the other, his deeply frowned brows formed a Sichuan shape.
The old man was extremely angry when he lost the ball just now.
To describe it in one sentence: Wu Zetian lost his spouse and lost Li Zhi.
It's just that players like Lindy made continuous mistakes, but while he was furious, he forced himself to calm down.
If Lindy's problem cannot be solved, I'm afraid there will be problems in this game or the season.
Even Hodgson, who was in the stands, noticed that as the coach of the England team and a member of the national team, he came to the scene almost every UEFA Champions League game.
This is his job, otherwise the salary is too good to earn just 1-2 games a month.
Just before Dalglish figured it out, the situation on the court changed suddenly.
The game time is 38 minutes.
Juventus passed slowly and returned to their own half. Liverpool's front trident had to slowly press up.
Otherwise, they felt that Juventus could go back and forth until the end of the game.
With the boos of the fans, the three of Griezmann pressed towards their respective goals.
And Lindy and others, who are midfielders, are also forced to step forward, otherwise the distance between the three lines will be widened, and the pressing will become meaningless.
But at this moment, the roar of the engine sounded again from Juventus, who was very still and thoughtful.
The "luxurious man" Bonucci sent a long pass, directly looking for a loophole in Liverpool's defense.
This time, Maguire stepped forward consciously, without waiting for the midfielder to come back to grab a point, and directly pushed the ball back to Juventus' half.
But just in time, the football landed at Pirlo's feet, and before Lindy stepped forward, the football rolled towards Liverpool's half again.
This time the football trajectory is deeper.
On the court, the two figures fought for each other again.
"Back to defense!"
Dalglish finally couldn't help shouting out, and the players tried their best to catch up from the midfield.
Just before everyone returned to defense, an accident happened.
"beep~"
The referee stopped the game while running, and two figures, one red and one black and white, fell to the ground.
Juventus striker Matri rolled back and forth in pain, Carragher licked his lips, seemed to have realized the result, and didn't say anything.
"Red card!"
"Carragher received a red card for a tackle on Matri, so Liverpool will be fighting with 10 men!"
There were constant boos and curses on the scene, and Lindy even rushed towards the referee angrily.
But Dalglish did not express anything calmly. He signaled Daniel Agger to warm up. McKelly looked at the old man with worried eyes, hesitating to speak.
Ronaldinho is right next to him, this kind of appeal is very necessary, at least next time, the referee may think twice when drawing cards.
When Lindy came back shaking his head, he happened to meet Ronaldinho's eyes, and he said helplessly, "The game is a bit difficult."
But Xiao Luo said with a smile: "So, you also know that you are the captain?"
!! ?
Lin Di, who had already walked over, suddenly turned his head to look at Ronaldinho, his eyes widened.
"Do what you want to do." Xiao Luo went to line up the wall without looking back, leaving Lindy there alone.
At this time, all the sounds around Lindy seemed to disappear.
Lindy was the only one left on the huge court, and the surrounding area was pitch black, except for the green field under his feet.
"Do you really not care?"
"Then play according to your own heart!"
"You also know that you are the captain?"
"As long as you keep helping England, they'll keep doing that to you."
One by one, the voices exploded in Lindy's ears, hovering and repeating, as if they wanted to drill into his mind.
And in Lindy's heart lake, there seems to be a little boy standing on the lake.
There are circles of ripples on the heart lake.
"Can you do it? If you can't, replace me!"
......
He noticed that there were many eyes and cameras around him, and he also believed that the fans in the stands were also looking for him at this time.
The pressing failed and the backcourt lost control.
Lindy knew it was his responsibility.
As he said, almost all the broadcast shots were cast on Lindy after giving Pogba a few seconds of celebration.
Front, side, behind and even above the head, as if to find out the expression changes on Lindy's face.
Just like every time Barcelona is scored, the camera will find Messi.
Today, Lindy also enjoys such treatment.
"A superstar, while enjoying the glory, will also be viewed under a microscope."
Ronaldinho's voice rang in his ears, and he was arranging his unmanageable dreadlocks with his hands.
Lindy turned his head with complicated eyes.
"What is this? If you continue to stay in Spain, I guess these people won't bother you, but now that you dare to come to the Premier League and help England fight for the World Cup, this kind of thing will only happen more frequently."
Ronaldinho made it clear.
Lindy frowned deeper: "I don't care about these."
Xiao Luo smiled slightly: "Do you really not care?"
Now, Lindy didn't answer immediately, he touched his nose, as if he was thinking.
After a while, Lindy shook his head, took the football kicked by De Gea, passed it to Giroud, turned to look at Ronaldinho and asked, "How did you do it back then?"
Although he asked, Lindy didn't feel that he cared deep down in his heart.
"Believe it or not, your shot went wide just now, and with this rash rush, there must be a lot of scolding on the Internet." Ronaldinho didn't answer right away, but asked Lindy first.
Lindy nodded in agreement.
Seeing Lindy like this, Ronaldinho didn't continue to answer, and said something Lindy couldn't understand: "Then play according to your own heart."
After speaking, Ronaldinho went to prepare for the kick-off.
"Play according to your own heart?" Lindy repeated the endless words, not quite understanding.
The game restarts.
Juventus, who had equalized the score, seemed to have regained their confidence. Just now Conte was so excited that he almost rushed to the kop stand to celebrate, if the players who were warming up on the sidelines stopped him.
Maybe those British brazens will jump directly from the stands less than 3 meters away from the stadium.
How else could he be said to be Kong Er's fool?
And the players on the field are also rejuvenated by the passion of the coach, let alone young players like Pogba.
Lindy gave the opponent a chance because of his rash attack just now, and now, he also abides by his duty and firmly guards the midfield, but his heart begins to throb again.
For a while, the west wind overwhelmed the east wind.
The red stadium was dominated by black and white, and the fans became a little silent.
More than 3000 Juventus fans from afar began to sing their team song: "juve, storia diung grande amore: Juventus, you are great love"
This made the players on the field even more excited, as if the glory of their ancestors had reappeared on this island.
Dalglish folded his chest with one hand and propped his chin with the other, his deeply frowned brows formed a Sichuan shape.
The old man was extremely angry when he lost the ball just now.
To describe it in one sentence: Wu Zetian lost his spouse and lost Li Zhi.
It's just that players like Lindy made continuous mistakes, but while he was furious, he forced himself to calm down.
If Lindy's problem cannot be solved, I'm afraid there will be problems in this game or the season.
Even Hodgson, who was in the stands, noticed that as the coach of the England team and a member of the national team, he came to the scene almost every UEFA Champions League game.
This is his job, otherwise the salary is too good to earn just 1-2 games a month.
Just before Dalglish figured it out, the situation on the court changed suddenly.
The game time is 38 minutes.
Juventus passed slowly and returned to their own half. Liverpool's front trident had to slowly press up.
Otherwise, they felt that Juventus could go back and forth until the end of the game.
With the boos of the fans, the three of Griezmann pressed towards their respective goals.
And Lindy and others, who are midfielders, are also forced to step forward, otherwise the distance between the three lines will be widened, and the pressing will become meaningless.
But at this moment, the roar of the engine sounded again from Juventus, who was very still and thoughtful.
The "luxurious man" Bonucci sent a long pass, directly looking for a loophole in Liverpool's defense.
This time, Maguire stepped forward consciously, without waiting for the midfielder to come back to grab a point, and directly pushed the ball back to Juventus' half.
But just in time, the football landed at Pirlo's feet, and before Lindy stepped forward, the football rolled towards Liverpool's half again.
This time the football trajectory is deeper.
On the court, the two figures fought for each other again.
"Back to defense!"
Dalglish finally couldn't help shouting out, and the players tried their best to catch up from the midfield.
Just before everyone returned to defense, an accident happened.
"beep~"
The referee stopped the game while running, and two figures, one red and one black and white, fell to the ground.
Juventus striker Matri rolled back and forth in pain, Carragher licked his lips, seemed to have realized the result, and didn't say anything.
"Red card!"
"Carragher received a red card for a tackle on Matri, so Liverpool will be fighting with 10 men!"
There were constant boos and curses on the scene, and Lindy even rushed towards the referee angrily.
But Dalglish did not express anything calmly. He signaled Daniel Agger to warm up. McKelly looked at the old man with worried eyes, hesitating to speak.
Ronaldinho is right next to him, this kind of appeal is very necessary, at least next time, the referee may think twice when drawing cards.
When Lindy came back shaking his head, he happened to meet Ronaldinho's eyes, and he said helplessly, "The game is a bit difficult."
But Xiao Luo said with a smile: "So, you also know that you are the captain?"
!! ?
Lin Di, who had already walked over, suddenly turned his head to look at Ronaldinho, his eyes widened.
"Do what you want to do." Xiao Luo went to line up the wall without looking back, leaving Lindy there alone.
At this time, all the sounds around Lindy seemed to disappear.
Lindy was the only one left on the huge court, and the surrounding area was pitch black, except for the green field under his feet.
"Do you really not care?"
"Then play according to your own heart!"
"You also know that you are the captain?"
"As long as you keep helping England, they'll keep doing that to you."
One by one, the voices exploded in Lindy's ears, hovering and repeating, as if they wanted to drill into his mind.
And in Lindy's heart lake, there seems to be a little boy standing on the lake.
There are circles of ripples on the heart lake.
"Can you do it? If you can't, replace me!"
......
