"Scored, Tang Wu scored, Junzi, didn't you see it?" Huang Jianxiang was as excited as a child, hugged Zhan Jun's shoulders with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

Zhan Jun was actually full of joy, but he still smacked his lips more seriously, "Other players run wildly for half the court after scoring goals, but Tang Wu almost ran the whole game, does it mean anything for him to do this?" ”

Whatever it means, it's a goal! This is the first goal scored by a Chinese player in the Champions League! This is the first goal scored by the Chinese goalkeeper in the Champions League!!

Huang Jianxiang was ecstatic, and said into the microphone to himself: "Tang Wu has scored, the game is over, Chelsea have won this game!" Let us bless Tang Wu, let us congratulate Tang Wu, and let us always remember this day!! Tang Wu once again wrote history, and once again wrote history!! ”

The other Blues players stopped running with Tang Wu at half-time. Good guys, you're the goalkeeper and you're walking us, aren't you?

We don't want to be fooled by this!

So the players ran to the coach's bench and hugged Lajili and others.

A strange scene appeared.

The goalscorer was empty and the Chelsea dugout was huddled.

"Fake, can't you all catch up with me?" Tang Wu pursed his lips and stood in place awkwardly raising his hands.

Alas, I'm still able to interact with the fans!

"Hey, did you see my goal?" Tang Wu walked behind the goal, stood in front of the billboard and shouted with his hands outstretched.

"Falk Squid, get out of here!"

"Megalomaniac, you're not welcome here, get out!"

"!!"

The Gunners fans in the stands behind him had long been running out of things to throw around, and just when the crowd was excited, a Mediterranean fan suddenly felt the back of his head wet. Reaching out and touching it, he turned around and scolded: "Fake, who spit on it?" ”

Before he could finish scolding, an overwhelming amount of saliva followed, and the fan was instantly drenched into soup.

"It looks like the fans must be too excited." Looking at the expressions of these fans who had insulted him before, Tang Wu enjoyed his face.

"Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard!" Tang Wu continued to shout, "To express my gratitude, I want to give you a most precious gift!" ”

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand to the fans in the stands behind him.

"Oh, buy, cake! He's not going to be again..."

In the stunned eyes of the gun fans, Tang Wu's outstretched left hand slowly raised two middle fingers.

The scolding of gun fans is even louder, but such a long distance is not at all reachable by saliva.

"Oh, Daddy, let me go, I'm your dear son!" A little boy was picked up by a strong man beside him.

"Listen to Ike, you're the bravest lad in London! Above! You go and break this guy's middle finger! ”

"Ah!!h With a scream, Ike was thrown from the stands by his father.

"Thank you for your support, thank you for your support!" Tang Wu stretched out two middle fingers in his left hand and swiped them from left to right, and his right hand kissed the angry gun fan.

When Tang Wu faced the stands in the middle of the goal behind the goal, he saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in his place, looking straight at him with her eyes.

"Uh..."

"Okay?!"

Tang Wu blinked awkwardly, instantly changed his middle finger to a "V" shape, and then quickly turned around, returned to the goal silently, picked up the gloves and put them on his hands.

How could it be here?

Could it be that after she got angry, she mixed in with the fans every time to watch herself play?

"I see!" Zhan Jun shouted.

Huang Jianxiang was still counting Tang Wu's data on the side, praising his exploits, and was frightened by Zhan Jun's voice.

"Toshiko, what do you know?"

"Tang Wu's way of celebrating!" Zhan Jun had an ecstasy at revealing the answer, "12 seconds! It took only 12 seconds for Tang Wu to run from the free throw point to the goal line, one second faster than ordinary people. ”

"In other words, he wants to show the world that even if he doesn't score a penalty, he has the ability to get back to the goal line in the shortest possible time."

Hearing Zhan Jun's explanation, Huang Jianxiang also slapped his thigh, "Yes, it should be like this!" ”

And don't forget, although Tang Wu is an athlete, he has been on the court for 90 minutes after all. What does it mean that he can still sprint 12 seconds in the 100m sprint? ”

"It shows that Tang Wu's endurance is extraordinary, it shows that Tang Wu has confidence in himself, and it shows that Tang Wu stepped forward to kick a penalty when he was thinking about Zhouxia."

Zhan Huang and Huang were ecstatic, as if they had discovered a new continent, and discussed with each other the surprise brought by Tang Wu's ball.

The Chelsea players were celebrating wildly, while Lehmann was stunned on the goal-line.

He was ready to make a save, and he also guessed the direction of Tang Wu's kick, and even took into account the defense in the middle.

But what he didn't expect was Tang Wu's penalty method.

On the pitch, there is a universal way for players to do every movement.

For example, when a basketball player shoots a basketball, he needs to lift the ball up now, then put it in his hand and pose, press his wrist with one hand, hold the ball with the other, and then throw the ball out with his wrist strength.

But now, Tang Wu directly "topped" the football out during the run, just like when he just lifted the ball above his head when shooting, he suddenly let go of his hands, and let the ball fly directly to the basket with the strength of his arm.

Such a fast pace naturally made it too late for the defenders to reach for a block, and the goalkeeper could not make any save reactions.

As the captain of the Gunners, Vieira came up and hugged Lehmann.

It's not that we're incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning!

This kid is obviously a goalkeeper, is it possible that he still thinks about what method to use to kick a penalty every day?

It's incredible!

If this is the result of Tang Wu's regular practice, the gunners don't believe it; But if it was Tang Wu's temporary move, then this kid's shooting talent was too rebellious!

Not only is the heart big enough, but the footwork of the left and right feet is also outstanding, and it doesn't let people live?

Wenger also sighed after seeing the goal, and it was over, Arsenal's Champions League journey was over.

Tang Wu stretched out his hand to the gunner, but after the gunman grabbed it, he realized that it was a prosthetic leg that would break with a tug.

Arsenal, who fell into the abyss again, was "dying" before "dying", and suffered a "superfluous" teasing from the opponent, teasing fiercely!

Reyes sat on the bench, his eyes glazed. It was hard for him to believe that such a creative penalty was actually taken by Tang Wu.

The brilliance of the Spanish golden boy was covered by Tang Wu's palm in an instant, like a monkey that could never escape from the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain, and was overwhelmed.

Perhaps because of the blow today, the Spanish golden boy, who has just joined the Gunners, has become bumpy in the Premier League.

The rest of the time has become garbage time, and even if the Gunners were allowed to shoot from midfield, they would not be able to score three goals.

Referee Merck looked at her watch and blew the whistle for the end of the game with about half a minute left.

The two teams didn't want to continue for a long time, the difference was that the red Gunners sat on the ground with their butts and rubbed their cramped thighs; The blue players continued to gallop and celebrate at the home of their old rivals.

With tears in his eyes, he shook hands with everyone who came forward to greet him and exchanged blessings.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," the Italian repeated, repeating a word in his Italian English until he noticed that the outstretched hand had six fingers.

"How does it feel? Old man? ”

"To" Lapinli wiped his eyes, stepped forward and hugged Tang Wu, "You really scared me!" ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of!" Tang Wu patted the Italian on the back, "Everything is over, everything will pass!" ”

Lajili took a deep breath and looked at Tang Wu's eyes seriously, "Thank you for what you said right, the nightmare is finally over!" ”

Looking at the blue celebrating in the sea of red on the screen, Zhan Jun also sighed.

'It's been almost five years since '99, 18 games, and Chelsea have finally beaten the nightmare!'

"I think Lajiri will be able to get a good night's sleep tonight!"