After saving Gerrard's almost certain goal, Frank Lampard, John Terry, Claude Makelele, Gallas and others swarmed around. The short man patted Cech on the shoulder, and the tall one rubbed Cech's head, all in amazement at the wonderful save.

Seeing such a wonderful goal-line rescue, even Zhan Jun had to admire: "I'm afraid no one will condemn Mourinho anymore now, he has indeed got a goalkeeper comparable to Tang Wu!" ”

The one-meter-ninety-six Petr Cech and the one-meter-** Tang Wu, it is difficult for the people present not to compare them together.

Although the two are from different countries and regions, they have different looks and personalities. But they are about the same age and have the same experience.

Some people say that it was Cech who squeezed out Tang Wu, and some people say that Tang Wu did not accept Mourinho's discipline.

After Tang Wu left Chelsea, fans often debated in the media about who was better, Petr Cech or Tang Wu.

Now, when two of the Premier League's youngest and best goalkeepers stand on the same pitch, one discovers that they are both world-class.

Goal-line technique, mental fitness, physical reactions, goalkeeping handling, etc. are not equal. You can save Drogba's slash, I can save Gerrard's low-altitude heavy cannon.

Both men used their own defense to stick to the last line of defense and try to keep the goal intact.

Fans are looking forward to a goalscoring battle, but they also want to enjoy the extreme saves of both goalkeepers.

It's an oxymoron, but who's to say it's "greed"?

Regardless of the outcome, even some Anfield fans couldn't help but applaud Cech at this moment.

Outside the penalty area, Gerrard pinched his waist on the spot, doing his best and obeying the fate of God. It was Alonso's first shot on goal since he was gone.

The kind of ball was saved by the opposing goalkeeper, and Gerrard really didn't know if he would have the chance to kick such a high-quality shot in the next shot.

Just as the captain of the Red Army shook his head and sighed, a gust of wind suddenly hung beside him.

Gerald subconsciously reached out and grabbed Tang Wu's arm.

"To you..."

Tang Wu pointed to the 43 minutes and 37 seconds time plate above his head, and replied expressionlessly, "There is still time, maybe I will enter the next one." ”

When Tang Wu was seen rushing back from near the middle circle to the Chelsea penalty area again, there was an uproar.

"Oh my God, to death?"

"How much physical strength you have?"

"To?"

This is the third time that Tang Wu has rushed into the opponent's penalty area in the first half, and everyone has seen Tang Wu's desire for victory.

By inertia, Tang Wu made a bad move before he stopped, and deliberately crashed into Terry.

The blue army captain was stumbled by Tang Wu, and Tang Wu took the opportunity to stand in his position.

"Hey, Don, you're going to be going to win every corner next, are you?"

The two got acquainted with each other, but Terry didn't want to suffer a loss, so he pushed Tang Wu out with all his might.

"Congratulations John, you guessed it." Tang Wu lowered his center of gravity and Terry Ding Niu while saying with a smile: "Maybe in the second half, your task will become 'defending the opponent's goalkeeper'!" ”

"Fack, Don, do you know what you're doing?"

Terry increased the strength of his hand again, but in vain found that Tang Wu was as immobile as a wall.

Looking at the bulging muscles under Tang Wu's goalkeeper's suit, Terry knew that Tang Wu was no longer the "hemp pole" that he could break with a single bump a year ago.

"Of course I do!" The corners of Tang Wu's mouth twitched, revealing a meaningful smile. "And do you know what you're doing?"

"What am I doing?" Terry asked subconsciously.

"You're ramming the goalkeeper!"

“？？？”

Just as Terry pondered what Tang Wu meant by this, Tang Wu suddenly withdrew most of his strength, and then his body flashed back, avoiding the toppled Terry.

"Fake, Don, you..." Terry, who suddenly lost his center of gravity, scolded, and could only watch Tang Wu bypass his side and rush towards the ball.

"Get out of the way, I'll !!" Tang Wu shouted.

This is a Chinese saying.

The moment he heard this, at least three Chelsea defenders were stunned, and Gallas subconsciously gave way to Tang Wu.

"Falk squid, Don!" At this moment, even Makelle was reflexively pinned in place, and he looked at Tang Wu and burst into a foul mouth.

Tang Wu was too cunning.

When he was in Chelsea, Tang Wu used such a slogan to order his teammates to get out of the way and let himself grab points; Now that Tang Wu is using this trick against the opponent's former teammates, how can Makelle and the others not be angry?

But what can be done to get angry?

The legs that had already started stopped due to conditioned reflexes, and it was simply unrealistic for them to run again to earn the top in a short period of time.

At this moment, including Lampard, they watched Tang Wu leap high and flick his header.

“t~~~o？？” Anfield's narrator stretched the pitch again.

This time, Tang Wu's head hit the ball solidly. The rapidly spinning ball suddenly changed direction the moment it made contact with Tang Wu's head, and flew towards the upper left corner of the goal.

Pregnant!?

Tang Wu was overjoyed.

After the successful header, Tang Wu grinned, and his body began to fall, looking forward to the sound of the ball entering the net.

But just then, it was the damn glove again, blocking the ball's path again.

The likes of Makelele and Gallas have reflexes, but Cech doesn't!

The 1.96-meter-old Czech man has an astonishingly large defensive coverage after stretching his body. At this point, even Tang Wu has to bow down.

Cech, who is tall and has long arms, had long noticed Tang Wu's point, and when Tang Wu chased the ball, he also moved towards Tang Wu.

It's a pity that Tang Wu is a goalkeeper, and heading is the most wasted technique in usual training.

If you were to replace Crespo, who is good at taking shots, he would definitely put a little forehead on his forehead and head the ball in the opposite direction of the opposing goalkeeper.

But there is no if.

Tang Wu's header was not strong, but the angle was a little tricky.

Cech's outstretched hand flicked upwards to clear a must-score goal once more.

"Oh, buy, cake!" The narrator's mouth opened wide, "It's Peter again??? ”

Tang Wuding is beautiful, and Cech is even more exciting.

In the space of just two minutes, Cech twice showed off his seamless goal-line skills and unrivalled body handling.

Whether it is positioning, judgment, save, and handling, it can be described as world-class.

People are finally willing to believe that Chelsea's unbeaten run this season is not due to the solidity of the backline left by Tang Wu, and the Czech goalkeeper is no worse than Juventus' Gianluigi Gianluigi Buffon and Real Madrid's Iker Casillas.

With such a mature and stable goalkeeper, coupled with an incomparably sharp forward trident. Even Chelsea's enemies have to admit that this season's Blues have the godhead to win the title, and it's up to his rivals to pull the Blues off the throne.