() Is Xiaofa nervous?

Of course not.

He's just not good at kicking this kind of power-driven free-kick.

The kick just now, even if he scored it himself, was just barely passing.

After seeing Tang Wu confiscate the ball, Xiaofa was not depressed, because his mood was too late to react.

"Fake, defend back!" Piret shouted, then moved his legs and ran towards the backfield.

The two sides were like a Russian roulette game, with Arsenal already in the hands of their opponents after unsuccessfully pulling the trigger first.

Now, Tang Wu's muzzle has been aimed at the gunner's half.

Zhou Haohao's uncle was in the butter business.

When the two first got along, he also wanted Tang Wu to be the spokesperson for his products, but Tang Wu refused.

Because there's no goalkeeper who doesn't hate butter!

England is already rich in butter hands, and Tang Wu plays in the Premier League, and he constantly reminds himself not to get involved in this.

So after making sure to hold his hand in his arms, Tang Wu got up from the ground and ran forward with the ball.

No one wants to stop Tang Wu, and everyone still remembers the scene of Xiaofa when he was knocked to the ground by Tang Wu before.

Don't look at Tang Wushou, he ran up, but he was "protected" by the referee!

Tang Wu ran to the right side in front of the big penalty area line with the ball, threw the ball in front of him with one hand, crossed his body, and pulled out his right leg almost parallel to the ground.

"Lightning!" Tang Wu roared.

"Mountaintop!"

"Mountaintop!"

The Liverpool players roared excitedly, and one by one they ran forward like an orangutan in heat.

The most exciting of them is Gerald, as a witness and background board of the "Lightning" tactics, Gerald has complained to Tang Wu for this.

Now, Gerrard has become a member of the "Lightning" tactic. Like a child who has been given his favorite toy, the captain of the Red Army only feels that he has no end in his strength.

After rushing forward a few steps, Gerald suddenly opened his mouth and scolded, "Fake, it wasn't passed on to me!" ”

Certainly not to him!

Gerrard was still marking Thierry Henry in the box just after the small French shot.

Even if Tang Wu started to run outside the penalty area when he received the ball, how far could he run?

The ball quickly flew over the head of the "big army", and the Pongele, who rushed to the front, trembled at his feet, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his right foot again.

"Boom!" There was a soft thud on the ground, and the ball landed on the tip of Pongele's toe and bounced onto the turf.

The Frenchman endured the pain at his feet and used the last of his strength to flick the ball forward before losing his center of gravity.

"Fack, do goalkeepers pay so much attention to their skills at their feet now?"

Seeing Tang Wu's incomparably accurate "precision guidance", even Ferguson in the stands scolded in a low voice.

The Gunners had a hard time with Tang Wu's long ball, and they couldn't get through a few games, and they Manchester United would also have a headache because of it.

Before this, the "Guardian" had already made a very unpopular investigative comment, saying that Tang Wu was the best long-pass player in the Premier League.

At that time, Tang Wu was still at Chelsea.

But is a goalkeeper's long passing technique useful?

Do you want him to take a free-kick?

In this era, fans are not interested in this unpopular ranking, and only regard it as an after-dinner conversation.

Now it seems that the goalkeeper's long passing skills can already affect the trend of the game.

Perhaps after today, the head coaches of many teams will put the goalkeeper's long passing skills on the agenda.

Anfield fans finally witnessed Tang Wu's "lightning" at home, and this time, as the initiator of "lightning", the Reds fans were all crazy with excitement, holding scarves high one by one and cheering loudly.

Pongele received the ball in a biased position, and there were Gunners players around him.

But when he picked the ball up the middle, even Arsene Wenger's eyes widened on the sidelines.

"Not good!" Arsène. Wenger changed color, but when he only spat out the word, he could no longer speak.

In order to make the most of the free-kick, most of the Gunners' players ran to the opposition half.

Under Tang Wu's rapid long pass, the ball had already passed over most of the players. At this point, with a little tiptoe from Pongele, the ball flew into the penalty area from the top of the arc and fell two meters in front of the penalty spot.

It's embarrassing!

Lyman is not attacking, nor is he not attacking.

The Germans hated it so much that if they had retreated a little slower, the ball might have landed in their arms.

Now that I've withdrawn too deeply, I just stepped on the goal line and ran out again, so there might not be any mess.

Now we can only pin our hopes on...

"Buzz!"

"Whoosh!"

Lehmann was still thinking about how his team-mate would destroy the ball, and the Liverpool youngster, who was running fast, flew up and slammed the ball towards the goal without waiting for the ball to hit the ground again.

It was a shot that no one thought would go in, just like no one thought the ball would go in.

Lehmann was still stunned, but the ball drew a perfect arc of descent and flew into the net behind the German goalkeeper.

“gooooooooooooooooooooal！”

“goal，goal，goooooooooooooooal！！！”

The Anfield home commentator couldn't wait to pick up the microphone and shout until his voice was hoarse and his throat was dry.

It's been two months, and the Anfield narrator hasn't shouted the word for two months.

As a home commentator, it's pathetic not to see the home team scoring, like a lost person who can't see any light. But now, this narrator is being replaced by a man named Neil. The young man of Mailer pulled back from the edge of the cliff again, and he could once again indulge his vocal cords in Amferti.

The excitement of the KOPs in the stands had reached its peak, and they chanted the name of the goalscorer over and over again, to the point of being speechless with excitement.

Pongele, who had just provided the assist, leaned over and kissed Anfield's turf, while Mailer swung his arms and ran towards the coach on the sidelines.

A camera fixed the camera on Vieira's face as he failed to chase him, and the captain of the Gunners couldn't believe what had happened until Mailer ran past him.

All the gunners were stunned, they couldn't believe that they had fallen behind so suddenly.

Anfield had already fallen into a sea of joy, and Bei Bald had long forgotten his previous depression and rushed towards the goalkeeper with both hands in waves.

Two years ago, a 16-year-old Liverpool (City) lad made a name for himself in a game against Arsenal and his lob shot sent the Gunners to the bitter end of the defeat, and after that game, the same question was asked: Who is Wayne Rooney?

Two years later, another 22-year-old Liverpool kid repeated the same scene when his super volley made Arsenal repeat the same mistake, and now the question becomes: Who is Mailer?

The broadcast camera focused on Mailer, who was hugging the coach on the occasion, and the England youngster had a strong frame and was a typical power striker.

In fact, for more than 70 minutes, the fans did not see the slightest sign of Meeller scoring.

He did work hard, but the technique was rough. He's big and punchy, but he tends to stop two metres away when he stops the ball.

Had it not been for Cisse and Baroshe, Mailer would not have been on the pitch today.

It was Mailer's first decent shot of the game, but this time he hit the luck and slotted the ball into the Gunners' net.

1-0, Liverpool finally scored a "precious" goal at Anfield.