After cutting off Walcott, Wang Zhen's eyes were as wide as the sea, running wantonly and unrestrained. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Rosicky and Walcoat made a mistake in cooperation, Liverpool's chance, Wang Zhen ran with the ball!"

Single knife, this kind of ball must be made single knife, and it is a fool's dream to want to shoot directly to break through the layers of barriers.

In front of him, there are two defenders who can be seen, one is William Gallas and the other is Clichy.

If Wang Zhen wants to go it alone, he must pass them.

Then, Gallas and the others were in place to stop Wang Zhen, while Clichy ran directly to the goal line.

It seems that even Klich feels that it is impossible to stop Wang Zhen, even if the goalkeeper also attacks, the three of them will not pose much threat to Wang Zhen.

It's better to go to the goal line to defend, and the two of them may be able to prevent the shot.

Perhaps, from some angles, Clichy made the right choice, because Wang Zhen is very capable of everything, but he just missed the shot.

However, the current Wang Zhen is no longer the previous Wang Zhen, his shooting footwork has been completed, and Almunia immediately signaled for Clichy to go back.

Almunia was waiting, and when the position where Wang Zhen could drop the ball was over, he would rush forward.

And now, Wang Zhen is facing William Garas!

Garas is ten centimeters shorter than Wang Zhen and weighs twelve kilograms, so he doesn't look like a person of the same size.

His speed is not bad.

However, he is a panacea in the backfield.

Why not say that Gallas is a backcourt all-rounder, but say that it is a backcourt panacea?

Because he can't reach a very high level in every position, he can only say that he can make up for the lack of bricks there, but he can't become a wall.

Wang Zhen went forward, and Gallas felt that Wang Zhen had already arrived at his position, and he had to run to keep up.

Garas's choice was simple, he wanted to force Wang Zhen to slow down.

However, Gallas never thought about the difference in Wang Zhen's explosiveness compared to the opponents he had faced.

Wang Zhen took a slight step to the right, and under the speed bonus, he had already deviated a lot, and Garras had a lot of strength to catch up with Wang Zhen at a position five meters to the right of the big penalty area, ready to paste it.

However, Wang Zhen deflected to the left, just bypassing Gallas's back, and when he ran past, his shoulder hit Gallas's left shoulder, and Gallas was directly knocked out of his center of gravity and kept moving forward.

The referee did not have the slightest intention of giving cards, indicating that he believed that Wang Zhen did not foul and that it was reasonable physical contact.

Chlicy had already rushed out.

In Clichy's thoughts, it is better to let Wang Zhen go alone, it is better to give him a penalty directly, after all, Wang Zhen has not kicked a penalty much, and Torres's penalty is very watery.

Chlich's first choice was simple, get straight to the point.

However, Wang Zhen did not pay attention to Chlich's every move at this moment.

What I thought in my heart was how to make a single knife and how to get past him.

Wang Zhen didn't care if Clichy was ready to block it, or run along, or slide to the ground.

Didn't care at all.

At this time, at high speed, it is not suitable to do a shooting feint, and after doing this feint, the fake comes true.

Wang Zhen's choice is nothing more than to change direction or pull the ball back.

In the last moment, Wang Zhen chose to change direction instead of pulling the ball back.

With his steps, Wang Zhen changed direction to the left.

Clichy was about to grab Wang Zhen's jersey with his left hand, but suddenly found that Wang Zhen changed direction to the left and stretched out his right hand to grab it.

As a result, it was already late, Wang Zhen had already run over, and Chrissy was stunned on the spot, not even touching the corners of his clothes, his actions just now, like a clumsy zombie, stretched out his hand to capture the prey, but it was too amusing to catch anything.

After passing Cleich, Wang Zhen saw Almunia who had abandoned the door head-on.

In the face of Almunia, Wang Zhen was not ready to slow down, but continued to change direction to the left and continued to run.

Wang Zhen's idea was to use his speed to make Almunia unable to catch up, and when he reached the lower left corner, he pushed and shot.

Almunia is no one else, he's a goalkeeper, his stamina is fine, he can still run.

"It's too fast, Wang Zhen is too fast, looking at his appearance, he can even play another game for 90 minutes!"

Once upon a time, the young man who ran 6,000 meters had to rely on his will to grind slowly, and he couldn't breathe immediately after 30 minutes of play, panting until his lungs were torn, has grown into a superstar known for his physical fitness in football.

There was no loss of physical strength, he ran at a slow speed, and after a long distance of fifty meters of acceleration, Wang Zhen at this moment was in the fastest state, and it was impossible for Almunia to keep up.

What's more, Wang Zhen has always been running towards the left side, and Almunia has to change direction for a while.

Almunia was in hot pursuit, and after a certain point, he was already in the perspective of the overhead camera, behind Wang Zhen.

One step or two, Wang Zhen's pace was fast and firm, he had already met the goal, he had no idea, he gently flicked the football, and then ran towards the outside of the goalpost, the speed was too fast to be reduced, Wang Zhen jumped directly over the billboard.

However, the Arsenal fans in the stands did not have time to pay attention to Wang Zhen's arrival.

They were glued to the goal.

The football, lying in the bottom left corner of the goal, motionless, lying inside the goal.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooola――！ Wang! Ninety minutes and twenty-one seconds, this is, lore, lore, lore! ”

In Mainz, accustomed to crushing opponents, Wang Zhen didn't have a chance to feel what kind of pleasure it was like to kill his opponent.

Now, if you want to ask Wang Zhen how he feels, there is only one word to describe it, his blood is boiling!

Where Wang Zhen ran, those defenders hid their faces and fell to the ground, unable to believe the scene in front of them.

Can't believe it.

Three goals and two assists, perfect performance.

"Wang Zhen! Single-handedly, against Arsenal, to win, a minute of stoppage time is about to come, and the fans are urging kick-off! ”

If it was any other time, the celebration would have been celebrated, and the referee would not have bothered, but now, there are still dozens of seconds before the end of the game, and the referee must urge the kick-off.

"Five to four, five to four! The two sides scored nine goals in 90 minutes, a goal shootout, a goal shootout, this is undoubtedly the most exciting league game in this round, this year, and even in recent years! ”

Zhan Jun endured no celebration, no congratulations, but he knew that Liverpool had won, and he smiled and recounted Wang Zhen's goal.

However, just halfway through the sentence, the replay given by the front abruptly ended.

On the court, Arshavin didn't know when he had the ball, he was breaking through, breaking through.

Like a 500-meter speed skater, Arshavin seems to be speeding across the ice with his skates.

"Stop him!" Liverpool are all on the defensive, all chasing or retreating.

Arshavin stopped smiling, his expression was determined, and he kept rushing.

At this time, his teammates can't keep up with his rhythm, and everything can only depend on himself.

The clock was 91 minutes and 23 seconds, and it was the last chance of the game.

Arshavin was still running, changing direction, and gradually, Arshavin was deflecting towards the reverse on the left.

Wang Zhen chuckled in his heart: "He wants to shoot from a distance!" ”

Arshavin, the king of oblique shots, is at a 45-degree angle on the left side, with a strong shooting ability, a long shot that is heavy, and a tricky angle, which is difficult to defend.

Arshavin was in good form again in this game, and it was terrifying.

"Bang!"

Football took off.

Fly towards the goal.

Reyna leaps high but fails to touch the ball.

The ball was still flying until, against the angle between the crossbar and the right post, flew off the field.

Arshavin, who had a declining physical strength, used his last strength to launch a long-distance run, however, his physical strength was no longer able to support his perfect shot, although the ball was so ten centimeters short of it, it went in, but after all, it was ten centimeters behind.

"A thrilling scene, the game is over, Liverpool defeated Arsenal 5:4!"

(To be continued.) )