() The competition has reached its fever pitch.

The two sides have been fighting heartily for 80 minutes, and the game has been kicked to this point, and Bei Bald has already considered whether to shake hands with his opponent.

However, Mourinho made three physical strikers in a row to show his attitude, and in addition to replacing Rise with Mailer, he also held a substitution in his hand, but he was slow to start.

Liverpool have no players to change!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred on the field.

Although Tang Wu paid great attention to protecting the emptiness left behind the team's forward position, there were times when the physical strength of the players gradually disappeared.

In the 81st minute, Frank Lampard finally seized on the gap between Liverpool's centre-backs and sent a brilliant long ball behind Hyypia and Finnen.

Almost as soon as Lampard passed the ball, the Icelandic sniper was activated.

Gudjohnsen, who had just been substituted, was full of energy, and he used his speed and body to move forward and get rid of all the Liverpool players at once.

The ball passes, the man arrives!

With Gudjohnsen's strength, there is no need for any warm-up. The Icelandic sniper just stretched his leg lightly and unloaded the ball. With the help of inertia, he took another step forward and threw Hyypia about three meters behind him at once.

As the Icelandic sniper ran wild with the ball, the distance was growing little by little.

At this point, even if the Liverpool defenders wanted a tactical foul, they couldn't reach the forward Blues centre-forward.

Single Knife!

Iceland's big sniper drives straight with the ball!

As the game approached, Chelsea finally got a chance to kill the game.

Jose Mourinho also held his breath as the Icelander only needed to send the ball into Liverpool's net to ruin the damn Chinese goalkeeper's game.

The fans on both sides in the stands also stood up one after another, their faces were different, but their anxious expressions were surprisingly consistent, and there was an inexplicable nervousness between their eyebrows.

At this juncture, there is no one who is not nervous!

The players and staff on both sides of the coach's bench also looked nervously at the Reds penalty area, their eyes unblinking.

Facing Gudjohnsen's one-knife ball, Tang Wu slowly retreated and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not even having time to wipe the sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes.

Hiss~~ It hurts!

The salt in the sweat stung Tang Wu's left eye, but Tang Wu was still staring at the ball.

Nervous?

Nothing to be nervous about.

In other words, at this time, Tang Wu was no longer in the mood to experience what it was like to be "nervous".

During his year at Chelsea, Tang Wu experienced many one-on-one shots from Gudjohnsen; And in the face of this goalkeeper with eleven fingers, the Icelandic sniper also has a lot of scoring experience.

At the end of the day, the goalkeeper is still the underdog!

One step, two steps, three steps...

However, when Goodjohnsen could see the pores on the other man's face, he did not see fear; On the contrary, he saw a strong sense of self-confidence.

In a trance, Iceland Sniper seemed to see more than 30,000 fans standing behind Tang Wu and blocking the goal. And like an abandoned general, he came to knock on the door alone.

Hiss~~~ What a powerful momentum!

This is the momentum that Tang Wu has accumulated in the past ninety minutes of the game!

Golden opportunity!

Seeing the moment of Gudjohnsen's uncertainty, Tang Wu did not hesitate at all, and used the fastest speed to raise his physical function to the highest, like a hungry wolf, and rushed straight to Gudjohnsen.

Come on!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Tang Wu has long been fearless!

Tang Wu, who rushed forward wildly, rushed to the ball at Gudjohnsen's feet like a hungry wolf pounced.

He only has the ball in his eyes!

Looking at Tang Wu who pounced on the ball, Gudjohnsen replayed Tang Wu's desperate performance throughout the game in his mind.

"I'll treat you well..."

"Kill him for me..."

"Can't you even guard against a goalkeeper..."

The vicious shouts echoed in Gudjohnsen's mind, and the heart of the Icelandic sniper, who was six years older than Tang Wu, suddenly pounded, and it seemed that even his breathing had become disordered.

Fack, can't think so much anymore!

Gudjohnsen simply held his breath and, with his years of experience, raised his foot directly and made a shot at goal.

Swing your legs, push and shoot!

Boom!

The ball turned into a white light and rolled towards the far corner of the goal.

Here it comes!

Lao Tzu is out of the way!

Don't think about getting into Lao Tzu's goal!!

The moment Gudjohnsen stepped out, Tang Wu stretched his body almost at the same time. Quickly roll yourself in the air like a textbook and hit the ball with the palm of your hand.

In order to increase the defensive area, it is better to have your fingers off than to make a fist!

Syllable!

The ball hit Tang Wu's outstretched fingertips, popped out more than a dozen centimeters to the outer circle, and continued to roll forward.

But this time, the destination of the ball was not in the net, and under the attention of 30,000 people, it rolled out of the bottom line by grazing the left post.

"its to ~~~~~~~" the narrator lengthened, holding the microphone and shouting "again and again!"

Gudjohnsen, who missed a single shot, joined Mourinho with his head in his hands and watched in disbelief as the ball bounced off the advertising board outside the goal.

This can also be pounced???

Anfield was once again on fire.

The vicissitudes of the sea show the true character of the hero! The green mountains stand tall, and do not fall into the ambition of Lingyun!

Tang Wu quickly got up, condescendingly looked at the Icelandic sniper who was 4 cm shorter than himself, and kept slapping his chest and roaring.

Roar Roar Roar Roar !!

Mourinho tilted his head and closed his eyes.

The closed corners of the mouth seem to have said it all.

Chelsea have wasted too many chances.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

From the momentum of the opening to the current exhaustion, even the iron man Terry, the tough guy Frank Lampard, these usually extremely resolute Blues generals, at this moment also felt a sense of powerlessness.

The players looked at the coach on the sidelines, and then looked at the owner Abu who came to watch the game from the VIP seat.

They really wanted to ask these two people, even in this short second, if they had ever regretted selling Tang Wu in such a hurry.

The one-on-one defeat affected the quality of Chelsea's corners, and when the attacking Tang Wu took the ball down steadily, the Blues were soaked in a sense of powerlessness for a moment, until they saw Tang Wu quickly kick the ball into the front court, and then gritted his teeth and quickly returned to the defense.

If every team is as difficult as Liverpool to play, let alone compete for the title, it will be a question of whether they can guarantee a top-four finish at the end of the season.

Terry gritted his teeth and tried his best to buy his legs to get back quickly.

But this time the ball found Mailer, who was also new to the game, and the youngster, known as "Rooney II", stopped an inconsequential rough ball and strode forward.

What is there to be delicate at this time?

Whoever has physical strength is a dad!

Boastful!

Ferreira and Gallas were already physically exhausted, and held their breath to support themselves. Mailer's desperate rush forward, knocking the two-man defense on their backs, and both of them fell to the ground.

When the Liverpool youngster went all the way forward, it was already a flat road ahead.

"Rush! Come on! Come on! The 30,000 Anfield fans shouted the same word in their hoarse voices, turning into countless help to propel Mellor forward.

"A little, a little, a little..." Terry puffed out his cheeks, taking advantage of the moment when Mailer crashed into his teammates and desperately chased back.

From a single knife, to a single knife.

This ending is unacceptable to many people.

But no one can accept it, he John Terry can't!

He's Chelsea's guard, he's Chelsea's captain!

In just a few steps, Terry had at least five ways to break the ball in his mind.

But each one, it is the first to catch up with the other party.

Whoop, whoop, whoop...

Terry heard his own gasp at this moment.

He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and grabbed the red robe in front of him. Either way, hold the other person first.

"Huh? Terry also fell! Even the home commentator was surprised by Terry's sudden fall.

No one could have imagined that the Blues' best centre-backs would stumble on the turf at the end and at the last and most critical moment.

Only Terry himself knew, he had just caught a void.

The extreme lack of oxygen to his brain caused his eyes to hallucinate, misjudging the distance between himself and Mailer.

Am I so tired?

How could I be so tired?

Hehe, is it because of to?

Whether it was Tang Wu's free-kick or winning the top, Terry was 100% focused.

Not only was Tang Wu personally put too much pressure on Terry, but also Tang Wu's special position, which also made Terry dare not take it lightly.

The best defence in the Premier League was scored by a goalkeeper?

This spread out, and you can't let others laugh off your big teeth?

Because of this, Terry not only took care of the Blues' defense, but also put in more physical strength because of the caretaker Tang Wu.

Terry, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly felt a wave of tiredness welling up in his heart, and his eyelids drooped downward like an iron strike. Even if I forced myself to open my eyes, all I saw was a gap in a daze.

Whoop, whoop, whoop...

Terry could only hear his own gasp for a moment.

......

"Captain, captain!"

"Captain?"

"Captain, how are you?"

After some time, Terry suddenly felt that someone was calling out to him. It seems that there are still people who hold their heads and pinch their own people.

Who is it?

Who's calling me?

Terry snapped his eyes open, and a thunderous whistling sound poured into his ears, shaking Terry's eardrums.

"Paul? It's you? Are you calling me? Looking at Paul Ferreira, who was holding him, Terry opened his mouth and asked.

"Yes, Captain, I just saw that you didn't have any protection when you fell, I thought you fainted!" Paolo Ferreira replied honestly.

"That's right, the game, we're still playing! What about Mailer? What about balls? Terry's two pupils finally returned to normal, and he suddenly stood up from Paul Ferreira's arms and looked around.

What caught my eye was Cech sitting on the ground shaking his head repeatedly. Behind him, a ball stopped inside the goal line.

"The ball went in?" Terry was surprised.

"The ball is in." Ferreira nodded and pointed to the Liverpool players who were hugging clearly on the sidelines.

"How did you get in?" Terry asked hurriedly. After asking, he suddenly waved his hand, as if he remembered something.

"Mailer? Single Blade? Well, I got it, I got it. ”

At this moment, the Blues captain looked at the Liverpool players in celebration, his face full of bitterness.