As players from both sides took their feet outside the box, the Blues fans in the stands came to terms with reality.

There are a number of reasons why they don't continue to make trouble, the most important being that the Red Devils are yet to score.

"TOM has played six Premier League games for Chelsea this season, three Champions League group games, and only conceded one goal combined!"

"In the league, TOM has a record of 0 goals conceded!"

"Is TOM's clean sheet record going to be broken here?" The on-site narrator stretched his voice.

“NO！！！” The Blues fans roared in unison.

"Friends, don't forget last season's finale!"

'It was TOM's miraculous save that saved Chelsea!'

"Will TOM use his magical left hand to deny Ruud van Nistelrooy a penalty this time?!"

"Will !!" The shouts of the fans have once again raised heights.

As the referee's whistle blew and the fans who had just shouted in unison instantly silenced, Stamford Bridge suddenly fell silent.

Whether it is red or blue, there are many female fans who cover their mouths and dare not squeak.

At this moment, vision becomes the only sense that conveys information.

Vanney's run-up distance is neither long nor short, and with his ability, there are more ways to fool Tang Wu in addition to working the run-up.

And Tang Wu seems to have only one option left.

"Three, two, one!" Keeping an eye on Fanny's pace, Tang Wu quickly silently counted in his heart.

When the count reached "one", Ruud van Nistelrooy's supporting foot landed just a short distance in front of the ball.

"Sure enough!" Fanny saw all of Tang Wu's movements clearly.

His right leg has not yet been put in place, but the young goalkeeper's center of gravity has shifted to the left.

With a light snort, a smile appeared on the face of the King of the Small Forbidden Zone again.

It's a smile for the winner!

Boom!

There was a crunch.

It's the sound of a leather foot and a soccer ball clashing against each other.

Tang Wu's pre-predicted body was already in the air, but Vanney's right foot only lightly tapped directly below the back side of the ball.

The black-and-white soccer ball leaps from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, draws a parabola in front of the air and flies towards the goal.

Spoon?

More than 40,000 fans at the scene saw the tableware they used to use as children at the same time.

After Tang Wu took the lead in revealing his hole cards, Fanny also submitted the answer.

Spoon! A spoon that flies slowly and slowly towards the middle.

That wasn't what Vanney was all about, but it was his ultimate choice.

What better way to take a penalty than a spoon against a goalkeeper who has predicted it in advance?

Twelve yards away, even a spoon would flash by.

But just after Vanney blinked, the smile on his face faded away, replaced by a hint of surprise and grimness.

Tang Wu, who was above the goal line, landed with his hands first in free fall, and his left foot, which was still spinning in mid-air, actually clicked the ball flying over at the last moment.

Bang!

Tang Wu fell heavily to the ground.

Van Nissow was on his mind, and as one of the world's top goalscorers, he could easily sniff the trajectory of the ball that had landed two seconds later.

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, Ruud van Nistelrooy stepped forward and headed for the ball.

The supplementary shot was part of his plan, but he really didn't expect that this ball would be saved by Tang Wu in this way.

Boom!

There was another muffled thud.

The ball that had just left Vanney's instep had not yet flown out of five centimeters before it slammed into Tang Wu's chest.

This time, when the ball flew over Ruud van Nistelrooy's head, the king of the penalty area completely lost control of the ball.

Beep, beep!!

With Hasselbaink's big foot cleared, the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"Hurui !!" The blue bridge completely exploded, and the shouts came in waves, and there was no tendency to stop at all.

“OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT！” The on-site narrator took off his headphones and slammed them on the table, "OUT!" IT'S OUT！ TOM, the magic TOM! Victory! It was TOM who helped Chelsea to victory!! ”

Not only the fans, but also the Blues are crazy.

Terry was the first to rush over and pounce Tang Wu under him.

Then there's Galla, Bridge, Lampard, Melchiott.

When Hasselbaink, who cleared the ball into the opposition half, also rushed over, all the Blues players pressed on Tang Wu.

"Ahem.. Ahem, ahem, ahem! Tang Wu coughed loudly at the bottom, and the excitement after winning made every cell of him extremely excited.

Win! We won Manchester United! We won last season's league title, the mighty Premier League giants Manchester United!!

Immediately afterwards, the players on the bench also rushed over, pulled up every teammate, and everyone hugged each other, hugged each other and danced together.

Just when Tang Wu just wanted to take a breath, a group of fans dressed in blue broke through the layers of security guards, rushed up, and once again pressed Tang Wu to the ground.

“TOM，TOM！ You said it was for me, TOM!" Jones, the little caddy, also gathered around, shouting.

Tang Wu barely showed his head from under the pile, took off his gloves with all his might, and threw them at the little boy, "Take it!" Jones, help, help me..."

"Thank you TOM!" The little boy who received the gloves took Tang Wu's cry for help as the wind in his ears and left happily.

When the group of fanatical fans was pulled away by the security guards and other teammates, only Tang Wu was left on the grass with his crotch covered.

"Hey, there's a sock here!" A greasy uncle who was held up by the security guard suddenly broke free, turned around and ran a few steps forward, and grabbed Tang Wu's left foot. Before the security guard pulled him by his feet and left, he was content to pick up Tang Wu's last fig leaf in his hand.

"Look, I'll just say that Don's panties are square, and you still don't believe it!" Mutu smugly patted Lampard on the shoulder, "Frank, you owe me 50 dollars!" ”

"Fack!" Frank Lampard cursed, "You guess the style, why is the pattern so clear?" ”

Amid the laughter of the Blues fans, players from both sides began to leave the pitch.

"How do you know I'm going to kick in the middle?"

Tang Wuzheng was holding Mutu's jersey as a short skirt and tied it around his waist, and when he heard the voice, he looked up and saw that Fanny was looking at him with an inquiring gaze.

The six-fingered goalkeeper grinned at the corners of his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth. "How do you know I'm going to pounce on both sides?"

Fanny was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and suddenly said: "Boy, the acting is good!" ”

"Where, where, luck, luck, luck." Tang Wu said a few words modestly, quickened his pace, and ran towards his teammates who lined up on the sidelines and saluted the fans.

Looking at the back of Tang Wu leaving, Xiao Xiaoluo came to Fanny's side: "Rude, why do you kick the spoon?" It's not like you..."

"It's simple, I was deceived by him!" Vanney graciously conceded.

"Scammed?" Xiao Xiaoluo's face showed a hint of puzzlement.

"That's right!" Ruud van Nistelrooy explained: "Whether it's pretending to be confident or avoiding my eyes before the penalty, he's sending a signal to me – he's ready to pounce left or right. ”

But in fact, he had already thought about jumping sideways on the spot, with the purpose of using his lower body to defend the middle. This kid is also very smart, and if he hadn't moved his center of gravity ahead of time, I probably wouldn't have kicked the ball in the middle. ”

It wasn't until he finally saw Tang Wu's sly smiling face that Fanny knew that he had fallen into Tang Wu's trap from the beginning.

"So, what if you kick the ball wide or just play a quick mid-pitch boccia?" Xiao Xiaoluo didn't believe that Fanny would be deceived, and he didn't believe that Tang Wu had such a scheming in a short period of time and set up such a thorough set.

"There are no ifs for penalties." Fanny replied solemnly. "Have you ever seen an all-in gambler? The result of full pressure is only to lose. Instead of placing your bet in the middle of nowhere, hold it firmly in your hands. What's more, he's not just betting on the middle lane. ”

That's right, although Tang Wu's defensive focus is low in the middle, as long as Vanney kicks the ball two meters to his left, he still has a good chance of saving the ball.

As for other locations... Will the gambler think about the bet he didn't press at the opening?

"Cristiano, you've really found a great opponent!" At the end, Fanny let out a long sigh.

Seeing the 27-year-old Vanney showing a heroic expression, Xiao Xiaoluo humbly asked, "Is he really that scary?" So what will I do when I meet him in the future? ”

“FOLLOW YOUR HEART！” Ruud van Nistelrooy pointed to Ronaldo's heart, "You're a striker, he's a goalkeeper, and one day you'll break through his door!" ”