Chapter 820 What the fuck is going on
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Lao Zuo
"Damn it!"
Lindy kept cursing inwardly, this Weber is not a good guy, obviously he came with a mission.
"Red...red card. Only 30 minutes had passed in the first half. Lucas turned two yellows and one red and was sent off by the referee. Liverpool will face a 10-11 situation."
In fact, the moment Lao Zhan saw Lucas hook his feet, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.
According to the home whistle of a normal game, there is no possibility of escaping the penalty.
"Liverpool, with one less man to fight, may not be able to retreat at Goodison Park."
When Lao Zhan was speaking, McKelly on the sidelines was a little at a loss.
In this case, is it to replace a striker to strengthen the midfield?
Or maintain the status quo and let Lindy intercept the middle lane alone?
Oh yes, we should go to the fourth official.
But before he rushed over, Lucas had already left the stage with a depressed face, and McKelly hurried up to comfort him.
By this time, it would be too late to seek pressure from the fourth official.
McKelly rubbed his face hard, what should we do?
He turned to look at the visiting stands, where the fans collectively looked at Dalglish.
At this moment, the Liverpool manager was looking at the pitch without saying a word, with his hands folded over his chest.
Seeming to have a heart-to-heart connection, Lindy suddenly turned his head and met Dalglish's gaze in the crowd.
At this moment, it seemed that the entire time and space had been stopped.
The stadium, the hustle and bustle, the crowd, everything disappeared and fell into darkness.
In the dark space, two beams of light descended from the sky, only reflecting the figures of Lindy and Dalglish.
The two seemed to be pulled into another space suddenly, far apart.
Soon, the distance between the two shortened rapidly, and they finally stood face to face.
"Boss? What should we do now?" Lindy felt that Dalglish seemed to have something to say to himself.
Dalglish just looked at Lindy quietly without opening his mouth, but his voice reached Lindy's ears: "I was also in this land back then, and I had a C-shaped arm like yours. The captain’s armband. There are a lot of difficulties, the sidelines? There is no one standing on the sidelines. As the team captain and team coach, I have no one to rely on.”
The scene around the two seems to have changed. The green field full of the sense of the times rises from the feet of the two, and virtual phantoms appear out of thin air.
Look at those Liverpool players in retro kits versus their opponents in blue retro kits.
Lindy felt as if he was in the game 23 years ago. Gradually, the hustle and bustle seemed to pass through the corridor of time and space into Lindy's ears.
A very familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes, tall and tough, with the same retro hairstyle as now, except that Dalglish's hair is no longer brown.
Frowning deeply on a young face, he kept watching the game back and forth, as if looking for something.
Suddenly, Lindy seemed to have something to say, and turned around to see the 2-1 score on the scoreboard. This is Goodison Park, and Liverpool led by Dalglish fell behind.
'It turns out that the year when the boss won the championship was not all smooth sailing. '
Before he was dazed, Dalglish continued to fight the opponent. It was really a bayonet to bayonet, fist to flesh match.
And the referee's strolling in the court is also the same as today.
Dalglish continued to boost morale, took the initiative to ask for the ball, and took the initiative to attack.
Even during the interruption of the game, he ran to the visiting team's bench to ask the assistant coach to arrange tactics and prepare for substitutions.
Under Dalglish's dispatch, the whole team seemed not to know that this was Goodison Park, nor did they seem to know that they were behind.
The score became 2-2 and then 3-2, as if nothing could stop Dalglish's Liverpool.
Watching the phantom of wild celebration fade away, the expression Dalglish wanted was over.
The figures of the two gradually moved away, and the surrounding scenes began to return to the correct time sequence, and the loud cheers entered Lindy's ears again.
Giving a look to Dalglish who was far away in the stands, Lindy immediately turned his head.
"Get ready to attack! Antoine, your position is premise, go to the left, Egyptian boy, you go to the right, pay attention to the side!"
When McKelly was still on the sidelines, Lindy had already begun to direct his teammates on the court.
Gerrard stood on the sidelines for a while, then returned to the bench, looking at Lindy on the field with complicated eyes.
"Felipe! Go forward and leave the midfield to me!" Lindy turned his head to look at Maguire again, beckoning him to move forward, and don't lose touch with himself because of the lack of midfielders.
Otherwise, there may be a gap between the two, "Glenn, Jose, just go forward and assist, I'm here!"
The two nodded immediately.
Everyone also came out of the emotion of beating one less person, as if as long as Lindy was around, the situation would not be so bad.
De Gea watched [Guide Lin]'s full body [Coach Lin] come online, in addition to admiration, there was also a trace of comfort in his eyes.
It seems that every brother has a dream of being a father.
Only Moyes was a little strange on the sidelines, and the assistant coach was silent. What are you calling Lindy?
But soon, Moyes entered a magical state:
Last second: What the fuck is this?
Next second: What the fuck am I?
Lindy, who has started the full-court sprint mode, and Liverpool, who are also desperate, Everton feels that the opponent seems to be completely unaffected by the 10-man battle.
Even if the ball is fouled and intercepted in the frontcourt, the players who fell to the ground are too lazy to roll back and forth to get sympathy.
Since the referee does not play cards according to the routine, there is no need to follow some international practices.
Fight back on the spot!
The action is cleaner, and the best revenge is never a small action, but a goal.
For a while, Everton was caught off guard.
Instead, Liverpool became the 10 of 11 against 11.
The game time is 38 minutes.
A lateral move from Everton changed the game.
As if they knew this crossing in advance, Glenn Johnson, Daniel Agger, and Lindy chased the ball at the same time.
Lindy was fastest and Glenn Johnson was closest.
The red tail wings brought up by the two sprints seemed to trigger a skill: Red Army Cross Cut!
One vertical and one horizontal, cut in parallel.
Naismith, who was catching the ball, was a little dazed, catching the ball, right?To face the two madly rushing towards him.
Don't pick it up, there is the home team bench behind you, and it doesn't make sense.
In a hurry, he took a step forward and jumped to the top of the football, but that was no longer considered a stop.
Because, Daniel Agger easily received the ball and handed it to Lindy.
The speed of Lindy's horizontal charge did not change, and he silently recited in his heart while running:
【Third Perspective】
open!
In the next second, Lindy volleyed directly at the football.
"Oh!"
Moyes' heart shrank suddenly on the sidelines.
In his eyes, the football is like a fired shell, going straight to the rib on the right side of the penalty area.
In the distance, the red figure broke through Everton's "big wave cage" and appeared on the flight path of the football.
stop the ball?
still?
"Just hit the door if you are undecided!" Lindy's words sounded again in Salah's ears.
"Oh!"
This time, Moyes' heart really stopped beating.
The rolling of the football on the net caused by the violent rotation caused his mouth to open wider and wider.
"What the hell is going on?"
......
Lindy kept cursing inwardly, this Weber is not a good guy, obviously he came with a mission.
"Red...red card. Only 30 minutes had passed in the first half. Lucas turned two yellows and one red and was sent off by the referee. Liverpool will face a 10-11 situation."
In fact, the moment Lao Zhan saw Lucas hook his feet, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.
According to the home whistle of a normal game, there is no possibility of escaping the penalty.
"Liverpool, with one less man to fight, may not be able to retreat at Goodison Park."
When Lao Zhan was speaking, McKelly on the sidelines was a little at a loss.
In this case, is it to replace a striker to strengthen the midfield?
Or maintain the status quo and let Lindy intercept the middle lane alone?
Oh yes, we should go to the fourth official.
But before he rushed over, Lucas had already left the stage with a depressed face, and McKelly hurried up to comfort him.
By this time, it would be too late to seek pressure from the fourth official.
McKelly rubbed his face hard, what should we do?
He turned to look at the visiting stands, where the fans collectively looked at Dalglish.
At this moment, the Liverpool manager was looking at the pitch without saying a word, with his hands folded over his chest.
Seeming to have a heart-to-heart connection, Lindy suddenly turned his head and met Dalglish's gaze in the crowd.
At this moment, it seemed that the entire time and space had been stopped.
The stadium, the hustle and bustle, the crowd, everything disappeared and fell into darkness.
In the dark space, two beams of light descended from the sky, only reflecting the figures of Lindy and Dalglish.
The two seemed to be pulled into another space suddenly, far apart.
Soon, the distance between the two shortened rapidly, and they finally stood face to face.
"Boss? What should we do now?" Lindy felt that Dalglish seemed to have something to say to himself.
Dalglish just looked at Lindy quietly without opening his mouth, but his voice reached Lindy's ears: "I was also in this land back then, and I had a C-shaped arm like yours. The captain’s armband. There are a lot of difficulties, the sidelines? There is no one standing on the sidelines. As the team captain and team coach, I have no one to rely on.”
The scene around the two seems to have changed. The green field full of the sense of the times rises from the feet of the two, and virtual phantoms appear out of thin air.
Look at those Liverpool players in retro kits versus their opponents in blue retro kits.
Lindy felt as if he was in the game 23 years ago. Gradually, the hustle and bustle seemed to pass through the corridor of time and space into Lindy's ears.
A very familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes, tall and tough, with the same retro hairstyle as now, except that Dalglish's hair is no longer brown.
Frowning deeply on a young face, he kept watching the game back and forth, as if looking for something.
Suddenly, Lindy seemed to have something to say, and turned around to see the 2-1 score on the scoreboard. This is Goodison Park, and Liverpool led by Dalglish fell behind.
'It turns out that the year when the boss won the championship was not all smooth sailing. '
Before he was dazed, Dalglish continued to fight the opponent. It was really a bayonet to bayonet, fist to flesh match.
And the referee's strolling in the court is also the same as today.
Dalglish continued to boost morale, took the initiative to ask for the ball, and took the initiative to attack.
Even during the interruption of the game, he ran to the visiting team's bench to ask the assistant coach to arrange tactics and prepare for substitutions.
Under Dalglish's dispatch, the whole team seemed not to know that this was Goodison Park, nor did they seem to know that they were behind.
The score became 2-2 and then 3-2, as if nothing could stop Dalglish's Liverpool.
Watching the phantom of wild celebration fade away, the expression Dalglish wanted was over.
The figures of the two gradually moved away, and the surrounding scenes began to return to the correct time sequence, and the loud cheers entered Lindy's ears again.
Giving a look to Dalglish who was far away in the stands, Lindy immediately turned his head.
"Get ready to attack! Antoine, your position is premise, go to the left, Egyptian boy, you go to the right, pay attention to the side!"
When McKelly was still on the sidelines, Lindy had already begun to direct his teammates on the court.
Gerrard stood on the sidelines for a while, then returned to the bench, looking at Lindy on the field with complicated eyes.
"Felipe! Go forward and leave the midfield to me!" Lindy turned his head to look at Maguire again, beckoning him to move forward, and don't lose touch with himself because of the lack of midfielders.
Otherwise, there may be a gap between the two, "Glenn, Jose, just go forward and assist, I'm here!"
The two nodded immediately.
Everyone also came out of the emotion of beating one less person, as if as long as Lindy was around, the situation would not be so bad.
De Gea watched [Guide Lin]'s full body [Coach Lin] come online, in addition to admiration, there was also a trace of comfort in his eyes.
It seems that every brother has a dream of being a father.
Only Moyes was a little strange on the sidelines, and the assistant coach was silent. What are you calling Lindy?
But soon, Moyes entered a magical state:
Last second: What the fuck is this?
Next second: What the fuck am I?
Lindy, who has started the full-court sprint mode, and Liverpool, who are also desperate, Everton feels that the opponent seems to be completely unaffected by the 10-man battle.
Even if the ball is fouled and intercepted in the frontcourt, the players who fell to the ground are too lazy to roll back and forth to get sympathy.
Since the referee does not play cards according to the routine, there is no need to follow some international practices.
Fight back on the spot!
The action is cleaner, and the best revenge is never a small action, but a goal.
For a while, Everton was caught off guard.
Instead, Liverpool became the 10 of 11 against 11.
The game time is 38 minutes.
A lateral move from Everton changed the game.
As if they knew this crossing in advance, Glenn Johnson, Daniel Agger, and Lindy chased the ball at the same time.
Lindy was fastest and Glenn Johnson was closest.
The red tail wings brought up by the two sprints seemed to trigger a skill: Red Army Cross Cut!
One vertical and one horizontal, cut in parallel.
Naismith, who was catching the ball, was a little dazed, catching the ball, right?To face the two madly rushing towards him.
Don't pick it up, there is the home team bench behind you, and it doesn't make sense.
In a hurry, he took a step forward and jumped to the top of the football, but that was no longer considered a stop.
Because, Daniel Agger easily received the ball and handed it to Lindy.
The speed of Lindy's horizontal charge did not change, and he silently recited in his heart while running:
【Third Perspective】
open!
In the next second, Lindy volleyed directly at the football.
"Oh!"
Moyes' heart shrank suddenly on the sidelines.
In his eyes, the football is like a fired shell, going straight to the rib on the right side of the penalty area.
In the distance, the red figure broke through Everton's "big wave cage" and appeared on the flight path of the football.
stop the ball?
still?
"Just hit the door if you are undecided!" Lindy's words sounded again in Salah's ears.
"Oh!"
This time, Moyes' heart really stopped beating.
The rolling of the football on the net caused by the violent rotation caused his mouth to open wider and wider.
"What the hell is going on?"
......
