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TOM？？？

The home commentator's puzzled tone, with a hint of delight, spread to every corner of Anfield.

All the KOPs stared wide-eyed at Liverpool's unpredictable half-time without blinking.

Before the last minute, who dares to easily guarantee the result?

Owen was horrified!

When did he get up?

When did he start?

What is he going to do?

Owen kept recalling and thinking in his head, and finally, he captured a moment.

At that moment, he just pulled the ball away from Tang Wu to the left, but Tang Wu's outstretched hands did not reach his ankles as he imagined, but instead supported them on the ground???

Didn't he go for a tactical foul then?

Just when Owen overturned his thoughts in his heart, Tang Wu's tall body had completely swept past him and ran on Owen's forward route.

"Oh my God!"

"What do I see?"

"TOM is ??? faster than Michael"

Under the gaze of more than 40,000 Liverpool fans in the stadium, Tang Wu not only caught up with Owen from behind, but also left him behind little by little.

How is this possible?

Everyone looked at the amazed picture in front of them, but this scene really happened.

Tang Wu was walking on his two slender thighs and running towards Liverpool's goal with all his might.

At this moment, he was like standing on the cusp of the wind.

“TOM，TOM，TOM，TOM！！！”

In just an instant, Anfield erupted in a deafening shout.

Everyone shouted the name of the game I don't know how many times, and this name has been deeply imprinted in the bones of the KOPs and written in their genes.

“TO~~~M!!!”

In the stands, a revealing female fan was wet, her hands clenched into fists on her chest. He bowed slightly, leaned his neck forward, closed his eyes and shouted with all his strength. The shrill sound actually pierced the rain line and reached the ears of the coaching staff and linesmen on the sidelines.

"No, no, no..."Owen, who had stopped in place, looked at Tang Wu's back and shook his head again and again.

He was confident in his shots, and the shot he had just had the right amount of power and accuracy. Shooting from a distance of more than 30 meters from the goal is not much lighter.

In the blink of an eye, the ball had flown into the penalty area and slowly fell, and Tang Wu had not yet chased to the top of the arc.

The ball that landed on the ground made a splash and then continued on.

I don't know when it started, and the wind that had just blown disappeared without a trace. The ball that fell to the ground did not bounce too high due to the rain. But Owen's spin continued to keep the ball going.

"Step!"

Tang Wu's right foot, which he stepped out with all his might, had already stepped into the big forbidden area, and the splash of water splashed by the shoe spikes quickly spread out in all directions. In less than a second, Tang Wu's left foot reappeared two meters away from the line of the big penalty area.

The fans in the KOP stands were already shouting, while the hearts of the fans behind the goal were already blocked in their throats. They wanted to say something, they wanted to shout something, but they felt like a fish bone was stuck in their throats, and they couldn't make a sound at all.

Countless fans crossed their feet and widened their eyes, watching the ball that landed for the second time bounce forward again, and behind the ball, Tang Wu gritted his teeth.

The rain blocked the ball and allowed the ball to bounce into the net a second time. When it falls again, the water on the turf follows directly behind the ball, falling from the leather like a curtain of water. The cloudy water droplets were like countless hands, trying to grasp the smooth surface of the ball, preventing it from bouncing any further.

All the security guards behind the goal had long forgotten their duties, and they all turned their heads and twisted their bodies in place like owls, staring intently at the rolling black and white elves.

Tang Wu Dantian, who crossed the penalty spot, exerted his strength, stepped forward with his right foot, and his body flew forward suddenly like a big peng.

The ball rolling forward turns into a bulldozer, making a splash in all its paths. In front of it was a white horizontal line sprinkled with lime and painted, very different from green.

This is the finish line of its 100-meter sprint.

Behind the billboard behind the goal, a row of six wheelchair old people had already thrown their umbrellas aside. They stood in front of their wheelchairs, their mouths wide open, revealing their few teeth that had been worn out over decades and were still strong, and they watched in disbelief.

"Smack!"

When the sound of Tang Wu's body touching the water splash on the turf reached the ears of the fans, Tang Wu's rushing body had already slid forward with the inertia of sprinting.

One ball, one person.

Two objects in completely different dimensions finally met unexpectedly at this moment.

"Whoosh"

Less than 0.1 seconds later, the black and white ball suddenly accelerated, was flicked to the side by a white-green glove, and rolled forward along the goal line.

In the next second, a black figure many times larger than a soccer ball followed the ball, slid on the turf and slid into the goal, tangled with the net.

"Roaring !!!!!"

An unknown roar was immediately heard over Anfield, even drowning out the thunder in the clouds.

"No, it can't be, it can't be!"

Outside the big penalty area, Owen fell to his knees, holding the back of his head with both hands, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Boom!"

The sideways ball hit the left-hand post and bounced slowly towards the Newcastle half.

At this moment, Tang Wu in the goal stretched out his hands, ripped off the net on his body indiscriminately, and used all his strength to get up from the wet turf.

The strong inertia made Tang Wu like a marionette, and his two hands slapped back and forth on the turf two or three times in the goal, but he didn't get up smoothly.

It wasn't until the fourth time that Tang Wu knelt on the ground with his bent right knee that he got up from the grass.

“TOM，NO！”

In front of the wheelchair, the old man who had been open for a long time finally spit out two words from his mouth, but it was too late.

Tang Wu, who was entangled in his left foot by the net, hurriedly stepped forward and backwards, pulled directly in the air and fell to the ground, and the sound of his body slapping on the turf could even be heard by the fans behind the goal.

"Fack!"

Several security guards cursed on behalf of all the fans, and at this moment, they were eager to burn the spider nets with flamethrowers.

Tang Wu, who fell to the ground head-on, quickly turned around and kicked hard with his right foot. After kicking three times in a row, I finally stepped on the leather foot on my left foot.

This time, Tang Wu, who had no obstacles, used both hands and feet, and rushed out of the goal with rolling belts. Flying forward, he pressed the ball that was one step away from rolling to the line of the small penalty area.

"Huh~Huh~Huhu..."

"Bang la la la..."

For a moment, Anfield suddenly fell silent.

Between heaven and earth, nothing could be heard except for the wheezing and rain of the black figure pressing on the line of Liverpool's small penalty area.

Two seconds later, there was a "coo" in Anfield's horn, and a mouthful of saliva was swallowed by someone.

Then, an intermittent trill sounded: "TO... TOM?”

“OH~~~MY~~~GO~~~D!!!”

“IT'STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM！！！“