Chapter 392: Penalty Shootout

4 to 4!

The piping scoreline was frozen at the Ataturk Stadium at the end of 120 minutes, just like the icy 0-0 at Old Trafford two years ago, and the penalty shoot-out was once again an inevitable fate for both sides in the Champions League final.

The Milan players walked off the field one by one, but Tang Wu was carried to the sidelines by his team doctor.

Even Bei Bald greeted the referee and walked around the pitch to the back of the goal to discuss the penalty shootout with the players and assistant coaches.

At this time, no one has to grasp what "the coach must stay in his own area", and Tang Wu's heroic performance in the last minute of extra time is qualified for UEFA to open such a small "back door" for Liverpool.

Even if the opponent Milan didn't say anything when he saw this, for An Fat, he needed to hand over to the referee a list of penalties that fit Milan's current situation as quickly as possible.

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โ€œi ok๏ผโ€ Tang Wuping lay under the stretcher and let the team doctor stuff two balls of tissues into his nostrils.

In Tang Wu's lower body, there was also a physical trainer who was relaxing Tang Wu's muscles.

This is a technical job, the massage at this time should not only make Tang Wu's muscles relax a little, but also maintain a similar level of tension as the original, otherwise when Tang Wu completely relaxes, it will be a big trouble.

Almost all the Red Army players are around Tang Wu, the Champions League final has reached this point, and Tang Wu has become the protagonist on the field!

The camera showed the Liverpool players behind the goal for dozens of seconds, and after seeing that Tang Wu had stopped the nosebleed, he turned to Milan's side again.

Even if Huang Jianxiang and Zhan Jun would prefer to see the picture of the Red Army and Tang Wu, they have to explain the topic of Milan at this time.

It's still Dida, it's still Shepchenko, it's still AC Milan led by Carlo Ancelotti.

An Pang won the Champions League almost two years ago with the same lineup, and Tang Wu only made one appearance in the Premier League that season.

But now that Tang Wu and Dida are the protagonists of this "roulette gamble", who would have thought that a 21-year-old young Chinese would play such a role in the Champions League final?

At this time, Bei Bald took a penalty list and confirmed it with the players one by one.

The list was drawn up before the end of the game and was the only thing the manager could do so far!

But the manager is not a dictator, he needs to listen to the feelings of his players.

Whether it is punished or not, there are opinions on how many places to be punished.

Some say that the pressure is the highest on the first free throw; It was also said that the pressure to shoot free throws in fifth place was the greatest.

For 100 years, this topic has been debated and has its own reasoning.

But there's no denying that it takes a big heart to take the first penalty.

Liverpool's first man to take the first penalty had three candidates: Hamann, Tang Wu and Steven Gerrard.

It's hard to imagine that Gerrard, the captain of the Reds, was only in third place. But the order given by Bei Bald's assistant group was these three, and Bei Bald himself did not show a surprised expression.

Needless to say, Gerrard has good footwork, and he is the captain and leader of the Reds, so he can play this first goal with reason; Hamann was the most experienced veteran on the pitch and judging by his second-half performances, he was the least distracted on the pitch.

As for Tang Wu's list, it is because of Tang Wu's stable performance over the past season. Although Tang Wu conceded four goals in the end, except for the fourth goal, the other goals conceded had little to do with Tang Wu.

And at the last moment of extra time, Tang Wu miraculously saved Shepchenko's two must-have goals in a row, which was a miracle.

Such a competitive state coupled with the fact that the free kicks in the Red Army's midfield and backfield were all taken by Tang Wu, and the footwork and stability were first-class, and it was reasonable for Tang Wu to take the first penalty.

"To, how are you?"

The two pieces of red-stained tissues under Tang Wu's nostrils were Pei Bald's biggest lack of confidence so far.

"Boss, look at this!" Tang Wu pointed to the scar on his forehead, "Do you remember how you got it?" โ€

'It was a league game with Chelsea,' recalls Be'd.

"That's right! It's Chelsea! Tang Wu snapped his fingers, "But, where is it now?" โ€

"Maybe they're all watching TV at home, maybe they're here too," Paco, the assistant teacher on the side, guessed.

"They're not on the field anyway, are they?" Tang Wu smiled slightly, "So, don't hurt the goalkeeper on the field!" Otherwise, even God will not favor you! โ€

In addition to the league title, Chelsea have been eliminated by Liverpool in the Carabao Cup and Champions League this season. Speaking of which, it really feels like being abandoned by God.

Will God abandon Milan?

Paco subconsciously glanced at the other side.

Although Crespo, who was in great form, was replaced halfway, Milan still have Shepchenko, Maldini, Pirlo, and the chosen son - Kaka!

Such Milan can't get God's favor, can Liverpool with cramps here?

Paco glanced at the Milan players, then quickly shook his head and took his thoughts back.

Looking at Tang Wu with a smile on his face, Paco suddenly had a realization. What Shepchenko, what Pirlomartini, what Kaka, the son of God, none of this matters!

The important thing is that Liverpool has Tang Wu, and he alone is enough!

Who is better Tang Wu or Dida?

Paco's first, second, and third reactions were all Tang Wu, and there was no second choice.

Liverpool has Tang Wu here, what penalty are you afraid of?

I asked around, although all three team members gave positive answers. But Bevultures was still cautious and put the German veteran Hamann first.

As for the second place, Bebald wanted to give it to Garcia. But the Spaniard clutched his thigh and shook his head, he still needs time to recover.

In desperation, Bei Bald gave up this position of least pressure to Cisse.

The third place was midfielder Alonso, the fourth place was Tang Wu, and the fifth place was reserved for captain Gerrard.

In this way, whether it is good physical strength, good mentality or good technique, it is ranked in the top five. Poor physical strength and cramps are ranked last, and this order is already the best for Bei Bald.

When the referee blew the whistle and the two goalkeepers walked to the pitch, Paco drew a cross on his chest.

"God, please bless Liverpool!"

Bei Bald looked at his assistant coach and shook his head, and stretched out his finger to the Reds: "Paco, do you think Liverpool can equalize in the second half because of God's favor?" โ€

"Isn't it?" Paco swallowed hard, halfway through.

Milan's goals at the back can be summed up as God's help, but which of Liverpool's four goals was not fought by themselves?

Is it still useful to beg God to stand on the other side at this time?

Looking at the teaching assistant with a puzzled face, Bei Bald pointed at Tang Wu standing in front of the door and smiled softly, "When God is not there, he is the savior!" โ€

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