"Forsaken Maniac"

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"Tear up!" The sound of the fabric tearing is audible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The back of the white red pinstripe jersey was torn in an instant, and Wang Zhen rushed out like a wild horse.

Vidic looked horrified at the corner of fabric he was clutching in his pale hand, unable to speak.

"Wang Zhen! Rush up! ”

It's just a matter of an instant, and many people don't even notice that Wang Zhen's jersey was torn in half from behind.

Wang Zhen was like wearing a short-sleeved shirt without buttons, running fast.

"Vidic didn't stop it, Vidic didn't stop it, Wang Zhen rushed up!"

The wind blows the clothes and rattles, like a leading warrior holding aloft a battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Liverpool are on the charge, and Manchester United's players are looking to hit back.

The situation is very bad.

Wang Zhen took steps, really like a charging Tiger tank, brave and brave.

Due to Vidic's delay, the players in the back row were also very fast, and they were basically a few meters away from catching up with Wang Zhen.

But Wang Zhen's speed is getting faster and faster, and he has the posture to shake off any followers.

Fabio, who was further forward, gritted his teeth and made his way towards the middle.

Wang Zhen felt very good now, although he knew that Fabio was rushing over, he didn't care, he felt that he could overtake Fabio before he came over, so Fabio would have no way to stop him.

However, feeling and reality are two different things.

At this time, Wang Zhen had already run for more than 10,000 meters, and although he felt good this time, his speed was actually not at its peak.

Don't look at the peak speed, but the explosive power of the peak lies in being able to throw off anyone.

If it's not the pinnacle, you can't do that.

Fabio was close to Wang Zhen, but he was still half a position ahead of him.

"What to do? What to do? Fabio was still thinking.

Van der Sar was afraid of Wang Zhen's super long-range shot, and he had already retreated to the goal line.

Forty meters from the goal line to Wang Zhen, apart from Fabio, there was only green grass gently swaying in the breeze.

The two said together, Fabio gritted his teeth and was ruthless, hugged Wang Zhen's left arm, hung Wang Zhen tightly, and then fell to the side hard.

It's almost a takedown.

Wang Zhensheng resisted Fabio and ran forward three steps, feeling powerless, and slid to the side.

But at this moment, I, Wang Zhen, kicked the inside of my left instep towards the football.

You don't need to look at it, Wang Zhen knows that whether it is left or right, there are teammates charging, one is Kaka and the other is Bale.

Bale is used to leaning around, so a pass to the right will definitely go to Bale's feet, and a pass to the left may be truncated.

So, Wang Zhen stabbed to the right!

The referee bit the whistle, his breath swirled in his throat, glanced to the side, immediately stopped blowing the whistle, and continued to run.

On the right flank, Bale strode the meteor and quickly changed lanes to the middle after touching the ball on the sideline, and the speed was extremely fast.

And Wang Zhen was pulled down by Fabio and lay on the ground panting: "You can let go." ”

Fabio let go of his hand and collapsed to the ground.

"You're also yellow carded, no matter the yellow card or red card, you have to leave the field, you're nine to eleven?"

Fabio gasped: "I figured it out. ”

At the same time, Bale had already stepped diagonally into the box, and next to him was Scholes, who was quick to return home.

Bale saw that there was not much chance of a single knife, so he shot directly in advance!

"Shoot!"

Van der Sar flew to his feet and hit the ball with a single palm, which bounced out.

At the same time, large forces on both sides rushed into the restricted area.

In the midst of the chaos, Gerrard stood out and fired a direct volley.

The ball was fast and flew towards the goal again.

Who knew that the old and strong Van der Sar actually rolled over from the ground, pounced twice, and slapped the football out.

"Van der Sar! World class save, world class save! The two sides are fighting in the forbidden area! ”

The ball passed through the feet of Luka Modric, Steven Gerrard, Valencia, Ryan Giggs and Wayne Rooney and flew to the outside of the penalty area.

Hernandez, who had just run back, jumped up and headed the ball out of the box!

"Hernandez clears with a header!"

Break the siege?

Break the siege?

Are there still players from both sides outside the box?

Yes!

Vidic, who fell on the middle line and was slowly chasing back, Fabio and Wang Zhen lying on the 40-meter line!

Wang Zhen rolled over and rushed to the goal when the football flew towards Hernandez.

Fabio raised his hand to pull again, and this time, he caught it empty.

From the exclusion line to the forty-meter position, the distance of twenty meters, there is no one.

It's like a wide and scary stage.

In the center of the stage, there was only a figure running wildly.

"Wang Zhen!"

The old Tommy lies in a rattan chair and turns his head to tell his grandson the story of the past.

"Do you know what it's like to be watched by people all over the world?"

"At that moment, the entire Manchester United half, the entire football stadium, the entire Wembley, the whole London, the whole world, all went dark, and the only one who was still shining was Wang Zhen."

The world is watching this final.

The world is preoccupied with this moment.

A charging general was pulled down by the enemy, then stood up bravely and proclaimed to the world: "Lao Tzu has not given up this word in his dictionary. ”

The torn jersey hangs on both arms after a fall.

With Wang Zhen's crazy running, the right sleeve of the jersey detached from the arm, Wang Zhen ran to a position of thirty meters with his bare shoulders and holding the jersey with his left hand.

The soccer ball bounced and bounced over.

There was no sound.

The ethereal feeling gave Wang Zhen an illusion.

It's like seeing Robert Baggio's lonely back in the final in the FF system, like seeing Zidane's lonely exit, like seeing Maradona hugging his legs and wailing, just like seeing Barty sad.

Everything was gone, and darkness shrouded it.

Only football, only goal, lit up.

Why is it sad? Lao Tzu wants to shine.

Press your left leg forward, raise your arms, and stretch your right leg and waist and abdomen into a bow.

The straight foot, the smooth thighs, and the muscle-pulled calves are frozen in this moment.

Like those epic sculptures in history.

The next moment, everything returned to its normal speed.

Wang Zhen's legs are like a round sledgehammer, like a long whip drawn out, like a sword urging life.

"Bang!"

The soccer ball is pressed into an oval.

With the lifting of Wang Zhen's right foot, he shot out at a speed of 100 times.

Wang Zhen exerted too much force, allowing himself to fly and watch the football in the air.

In the middle of the box, one by one, Manchester United players jumped up to block the football.

But one by one they faded away like shadows.

Only white lightning pierced the sky.

Van der Sar could no longer afford to jump three times and watched the football in despair.

Rooney's face finally changed.

Gerald clenched his fists.

Kaka leaned sideways.

Bell knelt down and looked out.

The stadium is full of smoke and dust.

"Beep!"

While the shrill whistle was blowing, the ball was still spinning and spinning on the net.

"It's over! Liverpool has, in fact, really, really, won the game, three to one, at this moment, Wang Zhen is radiant, like the noon sun, any star, is dim. The football flew into the goal, like a roaring salute, crowning the new king! At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he represents the ambition of Liverpool fans all over the world, implements the long-cherished wish of Liverpool for a hundred years, pursues the ultimate in football, he is the true god on the field, the overlord on the field, dominating every inch of the stadium, he is the only king in the stadium! ”

The proclamation of great rebellion, the roar like a cannon chamber, and the words like a machine gun are not enough to describe the heat wave in the narrator's heart.

"At this moment, my blood is boiling, and the evaporating blood gas is pouring into the top of my head, and I just want to yell-gooooo

"Where did he come from? How did he get here, how did he still have the strength to kick such a violent shot? None of this matters anymore, the important thing is that he fulfilled his promise, he did everything he said, he is, Wang Zhen! ”

Wang Zhen, who landed on the ground, held a tattered jersey, opened his hands, and roared angrily in the sky.

What to grab the jersey, what to throw, what to sliding, nothing to try to stop me from scoring!

it'sover！

It doesn't matter who side you're rooting for, no matter what mindset you have to watch the game.

It's all over.

Before kick-off in the center circle, the referee found Fabio, showed a yellow card, and then drew a red card: "Out! ”

Then he found Vidic and did the same thing.

Nine-man Manchester United, chasing eleven-man Liverpool for two goals?

Really, it's over.

Liverpool's players celebrated wildly.

Off the pitch, substitutes and members of the coaching staff such as Dalglish huddled.

Rooney looked happily at the center of the celebration: "Let them celebrate, preferably for twenty minutes until the game is over." ”

Ferguson once again arrived on the sidelines, changing his usual habit of blowing the wind and applauding the players who were still on the pitch.

Vidic walked off the pitch in tears, and Ferguson hugged him: "You've done a good job, you've done a good job, you've done a really good job, don't worry, you still have a brilliant career." ”

Fabio stepped off the pitch and fell to his knees on the sidelines.

Two yellow cards, two penalties, and failed to prevent Wang Zhen from scoring.

This is the end of the competition.

"My Football, Half My Life" - "I like to celebrate".

Dalglish told me that the game was over the moment I threw my torn shirt into the stands and the fans were smashing it to pieces, and we have been celebrating since then.

Celebrate with the ball, celebrate with running, celebrate with high-fives, celebrate with everything.

I put on my third shirt of the game and was substituted with just over 10 seconds left in the game, and I realized that I really love every fan.

It doesn't matter what six hat-tricks, what Champions League final hats, what personal season goals, what awards.

Of course, some people will say that you didn't get Mr. Football, of course they will say that.

I mean, who will remember what the hell the Footballer of the Year was? I'm a champion.

Floats, parades, trebles, Anfield, Melwood, Liverpool, the ones I love dearly, reached an emotional peak at this moment.

Then, I quietly left.

Two years later, I was back at Wembley for a Champions League final and I couldn't help but shudder with excitement as I saw the Reds in their autumn shirts cheering me on.

That's my former comrade-in-arms.

Those years of struggle with me.

You'll never walk alone.

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