Chapter Ninety-Eight: Strong is Strong, There Is No Luck

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β€œgoooooooooooooooooal――! Wang! Less than a minute into the game, he scored with a push! Wang Zhen put the record of consecutive Premier League goals in his arms and put it in his showcase, side by side with the previous record! ”

"In, in! This actually went in? Looking at the fans at the scene, the West Ham United fans have not yet reacted, while the Liverpool fans have been turned upside down! ”

"The long-term efforts of the whole season, at this moment, have taken the most solid step towards the championship, even if West Ham can equalize, even if only one point, Liverpool will win the championship two rounds in advance because of the advantage of beating Manchester United home and away!"

After Wang Zhen saw the ball scored, he immediately ran to the corner flagpole, and at the same time lifted the jersey with one hand, at this moment, he couldn't wait. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The T-shirt inside reads, "This is a gift for you, Gerald." ”

"Gerrard has just undergone surgery and has been injured for at least three months, Wang Zhen used this goal to send Gerrard, wishing Gerrard a speedy recovery, this is not just an ordinary goal, this is also a record-breaking goal by Wang Zhen, and it is a goal that may win the championship for Liverpool!"

"Can you calculate Wang Zhen's total goals this season?"

"Roughly estimated, it's already more than sixty goals!"

The two commentators keep looking for meaning for the ball.

On the other pitch, Ferguson was still encouraging the players to be a little more energetic, and his assistant stepped forward silently: "Sir, there is news from the other side." ”

"Huh?"

"In less than a minute of the opening game, Wang Zhen scored, I am afraid that this season will be ......"

"Don't worry about that, let's just kick ourselves."

Ferguson fell into memories before he said: "The most important thing I want to do in my life is to pull Liverpool down, but I never thought it would all go so well, so far, we are very close, this is what I didn't expect when I first took over Manchester United, next season, next season, as long as we win the title, won't they have a chance to win the title?" ”

It seems that this is for yourself.

Ferguson is well aware that if it weren't for Wang Zhen, he would have fulfilled his long-cherished dream this season, but there are still plenty of opportunities for Manchester United to do all this.

Including summer.

Liverpool is very poor, Manchester United is best at raising prices, Ferguson's focus has already entered the summer, he wants to make it difficult for Liverpool to get reinforcements, in the case of infestation, Liverpool can not guarantee the fighting power.

Alex Ferguson is ready for another challenge in his career.

Looking at the stadium, the logo of the nineteenth crown played by Manchester United fans, Ferguson sighed, sorry for the fans, I have to wait another year.

Back at West Ham United's home ground, the game has resumed.

West Ham were clearly stunned by Liverpool's swift goal, but they weren't intimidated by the Hammers, a sign of tenacity.

Ninety minutes into the game, no one could have said for sure who had won.

Wang Zhen continued to encourage his teammates: "Keep attacking, calm everything!" ”

In the eyes of most media people, there is no suspense in the game.

But in the hearts of West Ham fans, they will always support the team, just as Liverpool fans support Liverpool.

"Bellamy! Shot! ”

The football was held in the arms of the Reina general, although the ball path was clear, but the force was small.

'It's a dangerous attack, the West Ham lads have found a way to attack in such an unfavourable situation, and this attack has created a good chance on goal, but it was just a breath away, and if things continue like this, West Ham are likely to score the equaliser soon."

In terms of the situation, it is like this, but they have not taken into account Liverpool's eagerness to wait for this title.

In the eighteenth minute, Carragher passed up, and Riera did not make a bridge, but took the ball himself.

Liverpool's control-flow style of play is a very important part of pressing the opponent back, and in any team, as long as it is a control-flow play, it will do so.

Riera pressed, West Ham retreated across the board, and Alonso stepped forward to make a wall link with Riera, then went around behind him to continue to follow.

Riera has already freed up a huge gap after this collision with the wall, and he can consider stopping the ball and observing the passing route.

The ball rolled forward slowly, almost at zero speed, and Riera finally got his foot out, and the ball instantly slid over everyone's heads and landed in the penalty area.

Everyone was taken aback, with right-back Neil being the biggest headache as the ball flew over his head and down behind him.

Who exactly will come up in this position to receive the ball? Or was it just Riera's mispass?

No, it was definitely not a mistake, the ball fell in the penalty area, only about seven metres from the touchline and the goal, had a very good advance and also had a space to handle the ball.

The moment Neil turned around, he saw a tall, lanky figure rushing towards the football.

"Torres!"

"Got the ball!"

That's right, it was Torres, who quickly took control of the ball and kept closing in on goal.

Neil has a splitting headache, is it going to drag him down? What's the point of that?

Green had already pounced, just to the ground, and Torres hit Green with a shot, which bounced off and went to his feet.

At this point, Neil just rushed to block the goal, and Torres fired a second shot, this time the ball hit Neil's knee and bounced back.

If it was a knock down somewhere else, Neil still had a chance to block the ball, but knocked down the knee, hit hard, and refracted directly.

The ball bounced into Torres' chest.

It happened quickly, but the rest of the Liverpool and West Ham fans didn't have time to rush over and Fernando Torres had a third shot on target.

This time, it was the chest that slammed the ball directly into the goal.

This time, no one could stop the ball on the way.

β€œgooooooooooooooooal――! Torres, Liverpool 2-0 West Ham United, the title is beckoning to Liverpool! ”

Forget it, Zola sat back in the dugout, not wanting to stand up.

The assistant coach wondered: "Let the players see that you gave up?" ”

"Yes." Zola sighed: "It's not a battle of wills, there is no point in it, there is no shame in losing to them, our goal is to take the team out of the relegation zone and stabilize the results, our opponent is a mid-table team in the league, we have done it, why bother." ”

"Is this considered a scared beating?"

"Ha, this joke is really good, I'm really afraid that the team will be bloodied, so I can't get up next season, we are not a big club, there is no way to make a lot of substitutions, we can only rebuild according to this existing lineup, I can't take risks."

The former Chelsea legend knows what a team known as the Premier League giants was like in his heyday.

If West Ham didn't surrender their guns, they would have been beaten to the point where they couldn't lift their guns.

Gradually, everyone can see that West Ham has no idea of impacting, and similarly, Liverpool's attacking intensity is correspondingly weakened, which is the so-called tacit understanding.

If you save me face, I won't block you.

"Aren't you afraid that they will suddenly tighten up and sneak attack the two of us to equalize?"

"They have to score three to stop us from winning the championship, can they sneak up on three? If they could, then they would be the top of the league and we would be the mid-table team. ”

"That's right."

The league is a war of wills, not a fight between a city and a pool, and it seems to hurt the competitive state of football, but in fact, football has never been a sport that crashes headlong on the south wall, it is a sport with wisdom.

In the summer window, in the first half of the season, there are many consecutive weeks of fixtures, winter windows, international breaks, championship fixtures, every link, to accumulate advantages in order to win a championship.

This is fundamentally different from a cup competition.

This season, Liverpool have had too many classics, and there is no need to show their muscles with slaughter in the final championship game, which is simply pointless.

The so-called domineering is to run over others.

The so-called royal way is to tell you first, and then run over you.

A champion team has probably entered the realm of the so-called royal road.

West Ham knew that Liverpool's goal was to win the title by points, but they couldn't do anything to organise.

If it is an ordinary league, this situation is enough to make fans of both sides tired at the same time.

But this is the championship game, Liverpool fans, just look at one point, that is, the score of 2-0 lead, and then sing the battle song and keep cheering.

As the game time got closer and closer to the ninety minutes, the whole stadium, and even the people waiting in Liverpool, became more and more excited, and couldn't help but tremble, and even the shouting could not vent their emotions.

In the city of Liverpool, there are constantly people listening to the broadcast in the car, honking their horns and honking their horns.

For nearly 90 minutes, most of the city's cars were gradually parked on the side of the road, and everyone was nervously waiting for the whistle.

Rafa Benitez made three substitutions in a row to get more people on the pitch to enjoy the accolades.

Ninety minutes were up, with two minutes of stoppage time.

However, the referee did not give more than a second, and less than ten seconds after the sign was raised, the referee directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"Toot!" Everyone clenched their palms.

"Toot!" The fist gradually raised, and all the fans gritted their teeth, holding back not to make a sound, so as not to miss the third whistle.

"Toot!"

"Boom!" The sound from the crowd, which covers everything, everything!

"It's over, it's over! After almost twenty years of waiting, it's all over! It's over! Liverpool, the final championship, the league championship, the first Premier League title, this honor, belongs to Liverpool, who has been undefeated this season, belongs to every Liverpudlian, belongs to this legendary team, and everyone in this team will be engraved on the monument, over! ”

On Senk Road, a driver excitedly honked his horn and waved his fist with one hand, and a policeman came over and knocked on the window: "What are you doing, this is near the school." ”

Before the words were finished, there were terrifying and huge cheers from the school next to them, it was the weekend, everyone in this boarding school was watching the game on the court, and at this moment, the sound wave covered everything.

The driver excitedly grabbed the policeman's sleeve: "Win, win, win!" Win, we win! We are the champions, the champions! ”

"Damn bastard, let it go, I'm an Everton fan!"

"Oh." The driver calmed down for a moment and then shook the policeman's arm excitedly again: "But we won, we won, we won, I just want to celebrate!" ”

The policeman shook off the hand holding him fiercely and turned on the radio: "Attention, Liverpool won the championship, pay attention to the security of the city, ...... near Senk Road" The policeman looked at it and continued: "Everyone is celebrating wildly, strengthen the vigilance!" ”

In the stands, Hans took his grandson's hand: "See, this is our team, our champion, ours!" ”

Hans's son picked him up and placed him on his shoulder: "Look at our heroes! ”

KOPs, tears can't help but soar, how many years, how many years, waiting, it's too torturous, this moment makes people feel that the torture is worth waiting!

(To be continued.) )