Thanks for the great reward of Deep White Moonlight, this chapter is more !!

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Two years ago, Owen was still playing for Liverpool.

It was also a rainy day, and Liverpool were just one step away from the Champions League door.

At this time, a little-known young goalkeeper stood up and used a "despicable" means to completely block Liverpool from the Champions League after blocking Owen's counterattacks again and again.

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say it's a "nightmare", but since then, Owen has always had a pimple in his heart.

Owen had a chance to unravel the knot, but he didn't grasp it; Then, he came to Real Madrid and acted as a screw for the Galaxy.

Owen's performances at Real Madrid can be described as incisive, and until now he has been the most efficient scorer in Real Madrid.

But no matter how much Owen shines, he still can't compete with world-class superstars like Ronaldo and Raul.

Now, Owen is back in the Premier League, back to the familiar soil, and back to that familiar rainy day.

Things are not people, the former golden boy wore a black and white striped jersey, and the teenager who once kept Liverpool out of the Champions League became the hero of Liverpool's championship.

Until now, Owen has to lament the changes in fate.

Perhaps only Owen himself knows how painful the "next step" journey can be before he unties the knot. On rainy days, Owen would think back to that game, the game that belonged to him but was taken away by someone else.

"Now, it's time to wrap it up!"

Owen used all his strength on his right leg, and when he volleyed the oncoming ball, he even felt empty for a moment, as if the strength and resentment of his whole body were poured out with this kick.

This goal has definitely gone in!

With such a close distance, such a lot of shooting power, and his own footwork, Owen couldn't think of any reason not to score this goal!

“Duang！”

"Click!"

"Boom!"

Lightning and thunder couldn't hide the muffled sound of the impact, because the ball hit so close!

The lightning that instantly pierced the sky illuminated Tang Wu's hideous face, and looking at Tang Wu's bloodshot and wide-eyed eyes, Owen actually took a step back.

What an expression that is!

Tang Wu was like a Shura crawling out of hell, puffing out his two eyes, holding his breath, and blocking Owen's powerful shot with his iron chest.

The powerful impact made Tang Wu's body lean back, and his right leg, which was kneeling on one knee, loosened slightly, but in the next second, he grabbed the turf fiercely.

After being smothered at close range, Tang Wu's body just shook in place, and then he kept his balance again.

Even in the next second, Tang Wu, who was puffing out his cheeks, actually stepped forward again. With one kick, his whole body threw himself at Owen. Like a tiger descending from the mountain, the golden boy of England became the prey at this time.

This time, Tang Wu was holding not only the ball, but also a black leather foot.

The nose of a top striker caused Owen to take a step back and quickly adjust his posture, swinging his right leg sideways at the ball bouncing off in the air.

Just as Owen's instep touched the ball, Tang Wu's chest also touched the other side of the football.

Owen only felt a powerful force wrap around his right leg, and his body tilted and he lost his balance.

"Beep !!"

The referee's whistle sounded immediately, and everyone gathered around and rushed towards Owen and Tang Wu, who fell to the ground.

"Don, Don, are you alright? Tang Dynasty!!! ”

Gerald grabbed Tang Wu's shoulders and pulled him back hard, but Tang Wu didn't move.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Tang Wu's hands were actually wrapped around Owen's feet.

Just when Gerrard wanted to work harder, Tang Wu rolled sideways, rolling from Owen's lap to the side, and there was a black and white ball in his left arm.

"Don, how are you?" Gerald hurriedly knelt down and held up Tang Wu's head, with a worried expression.

"Whew, whew, whew, whew..." Tang Wu didn't speak, and all he could answer to Gerard was a gasp.

The rain was still falling, and in Gerald's eyes, the corners of Tang Wu's mouth were shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shearer also ran over and he ran to the referee to ask for a penalty.

Penalty kick?

Of course the Liverpool players are gone!

Our goalkeeper saves the ball, and it is your players who hit the goalkeeper! Why did you give you a penalty?

In this way, the players of both sides surrounded the referee in the Liverpool penalty area, while Tang Wu and Owen each lay on the side and did not say a word.

Gerrard, as the captain, immediately beckoned to the team doctor on the sidelines, and the team doctor of Liverpool hurriedly ran onto the field with a medicine box.

"Don, how are you?"

"Water." This was the first word Tang Wu spat out.

The team doctor hurriedly opened a bottle of mineral water and asked Gerald to hand it to Tang Wu's mouth.

Tang Wu took two sips, moistened his throat slightly, and stopped drinking.

At this time, the team doctor also lifted Tang Wu's jersey, and Tang Wu's chest was exposed to the air, and white smoke was emitting from Tang Wu's chest, which was red and purple.

"Steven, I think I should switch partners." While the team doctor sprayed himself, Tang Wu said softly.

"What do you mean?" Gerald didn't understand.

"Nike's quality is so poor! I should change the company that produces body armor! Tang Wu grinned.

"That's right, that's right, that's right!" Looking at Tang Wu's red and swollen chest, the corners of Gerald's eyes jumped. "Don, you really should change it, and at least the kind that can protect against cannonballs!"

After the team doctor pressed a few times to confirm that Tang Wu's sternum was not fractured, the protective vest for Tang Wu tightened again and quickly ran off the field.

In fact, Tang Wu was just short of breath because of the pain. Now that I've sprayed the medicine, it's slowly slowing down.

Owen's first hateful volley really made the football hit Tang Wu's chest, but the second kick that was even more fatal, Owen retracted his strength at the last moment.

The players on both sides argued, and the referee was a little hesitant.

Judging from the situation just now, Tang Wu not only hugged the ball, but even Owen's feet, and Owen also fell because of this, which is indeed a foul.

But the problem is that I don't know if it was Owen who touched the ball first or Tang Wu saved the ball first, if Owen touched it first, this ball can be awarded a penalty for Newcastle at his discretion; But if Tang Wu touched it first, it would be a proper collision with the goalkeeper.

Just when the referee was uncertain, Owen, who had just been lying flat on the ground, got up silently and walked towards the outside of the penalty area without saying a word.

Seeing Owen's appearance, Shearer no longer tested the referee. After a few words of warning, he followed Owen with his teammates.

Owen's intentions couldn't be more obvious, and the gentleman scored and took it in a proper way. If it was really Tang Wu's foul, Owen would not give Tang Wu a chance at all.

But the problem is that Owen doesn't know whether it was his own foul or Tang Wu's foul just now.

He only knew that the moment he touched the ball, he also hugged his feet with one hand. Then he subconsciously withdrew his strength, and was knocked down by Tang Wu.

He didn't know who fouled such a ball, but he knew that at that moment, he did lose!

After blocking his first shot, the ball collapsed into the air, but Tang Wu was not suffocated because of this.

But at that moment, Owen was indeed calmed by Tang Wu's fearless spirit, and even a little annoyed.

At that moment, if Owen had been calm enough, he would never have chosen to handle the ball with his feet again.

If it is Owen in Real Madrid, he will bounce the ball parallel to his head, bow his head to attack or even flick the header, whether it is a pass or a direct shot, he has a great chance to score.

But the ball bounced off Owen's forehead and began to fall, leaving Owen unseized the moment. By the time he used his feet again, it was already too late.

Tang Wufen's desperate save and lifeless momentum did interfere with Owen, and he knew that the moment Tang Wu hugged his right foot, he had already lost this ball.

The knot in his heart is tighter, and he needs to untie it in more formal ways.

As the Newcastle players withdrew from the Liverpool penalty area, Owen heard cheers from the stands.

Looking back, Tang Wu had already stood up again with the support of Gerard and Hyypia.

“TOM，TOM，TOM，TOM！！！”

From the stands on all sides, there was the incessant shouting of KOPs. In this cold drizzle, it rose to the sky and reverberated in the air.

Owen clenched his fists, at this moment, there was no more Liverpool's golden boy, and there was only one magpie left on the Anfield stadium that turned grief and anger into strength.