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"Owen!"

"It's Owen!"

"It's Michael. Irving! ”

Everyone at Anfield stared wide-eyed, looking at the familiar back in an unfamiliar jersey, and their hearts were mixed.

Many female fans clenched their hands into fists and covered their lips, widening their eyes and not daring to miss a frame.

This scene couldn't be clearer: Owen single-handedly!

A simple sentence was translated into more than a dozen languages and broadcast on screens in more than 70 countries around the world that followed the game.

Everyone was watching the former Anfield king, looking forward to his next move.

Babayaro's long ball landed just on the ball of Owen's right forefoot and bounced two metres in front of Owen. It wasn't so much the precision of Babayaro's long pass as the fact that at that moment, Owen had already run to the spot where the ball landed.

In the entire Liverpool half, except for Carragher, who had just risen to the top, and Finnan, who was desperately chasing back, only Owen and Tang Wu were left.

A one-on-one game, a battle between a striker and a goalkeeper!

For Owen, there was only one horse left in front of him.

As for Tang Wu, it was just a stumbling block in his journey.

In the eyes of a top striker, a top goalkeeper is this role!

All Liverpool fans were in their throats, they couldn't imagine that Newcastle's sharpest striker could dribble the ball directly to Liverpool's goalkeeper in the middle of an inadvertent mistake.

"Oh, buy cakes! TOM？ TOM！ ”

The fans silently recited Tang Wu's name, revealing a trace of sadness.

That's compassion for the weak.

Will TOM hold on to this ball?

Some people hope for miracles, but more people give out care.

Owen, who stopped the ball at the top of the center circle, jumped up and slowed down significantly, and he needed to stretch his leg to catch the ball that fell in the air.

At this moment, he has to jump, he has to tense his legs and feet, he has to adjust his body, and he has to make predictions.

Tang Wu's eyes flashed, and the Liverpool goalkeeper, who was still a few meters away from retreating to the top of the arc of the penalty area, suddenly took a step with his feet and strode forward.

It's the perfect time!

And the last chance!

Owen is in a state of deceleration, and even if the Wind Chaser goes from deceleration to acceleration no matter how fast it is, it will take a faint amount of time.

This time is Tang Wu's last chance.

At this moment, for Tang Wu, there was not much he could do.

When the speed of the wind-chasing boy is fully open, it doesn't matter if there is Tang Wu in front of him.

Whether it is a shot or a pick, with Owen's ability, it is not a problem to beat three Tang Wu.

Tang Wu also saw this, so he rushed forward desperately.

The odds of defending the goal are infinitely close to 0, and Tang Wu has to make a final fight for his duties!

"Woo~~~"

A sudden strong wind drowned out the exclamations of the KOP doors in the stands.

In the afterglow, catching Tang Wu who fell to the ground and flying to the shovel, Owen flicked the ball from the right front of his body from behind his left leg to the left side of his body with a flick of his right foot.

This is a variant of Cruyff's turn, which almost every striker can do.

In the face of an indomitable, unsparing snatcher, this trick couldn't be more suitable.

At this moment, Owen seemed to become a time controller.

He could clearly capture the raindrops falling from the sky, and he could also see Tang Wu gritting his teeth and sliding past him frame by frame.

Carragher had just landed and was adjusting his balance and turning, and Finnan had just chased after the halfway line. Tang Wu, who is known as Liverpool's last iron gate, has just fallen to the ground and slid through.

Owen turned his head, the corners of his mouth grinned, as if to say: At this time, do you still want to foul?

On that rainy day two years ago, Owen passed Tang Wu with the same ease. But Tang Wu grabbed Owen's ankle with the last of his strength and stopped Owen's kick.

Now, Liverpool have a two-goal lead and there is not much time left for the game.

The Christmas-New Year's Day schedule was so dense and important, and Owen didn't believe Tang Wu would make a tactical foul so far away from the goal for an inconsequential goal.

Two years ago, Tang Wu's foul made him famous; Two years later, if he still does this, it will only make Owen look down on him.

In the infinitely slower time, looking at Tang Wu's slowly outstretched hands, Owen smiled slightly.

After gently pushing the ball in front of the left with his left foot, the body quickly moves sideways. Owen used the shortest time and the quickest pace to stay away from Tang Wu at the first time.

Do you think it's me two years ago?

You have to make small gestures, how can I not be prepared?

After taking a diagonal step forward, all that was left in front of Owen was the dripping rain and an empty gate.

Two years ago, it was Chelsea's door; Two years later, it became the gateway to Liverpool.

Owen's thoughts traveled back and forth in two years, and finally, he no longer wandered.

Whether it's Chelsea or Liverpool, it's the door to Tang Wu, isn't it?

At this moment, Owen is like a traveler who has been lost in the dark for a long time, and finally sees the light!

"Bang!"

Under the watchful eye of 40,000 people, Michael. Owen lifted his left foot and slammed the ball into the air. He made a bet in the name of Mr. Golden Ball, and the goal was definitely scored!

Call!

Owen's arm was lowered, and his heavy body seemed to be much lighter as he looked at the ball that was moving away from him.

It's over!

It's over!

The nightmare of two years is over at this moment!

While it was an inconsequential goal for Newcastle, it was a complete relief for Owen, who had been tormented for two years.

For two years, Owen has been in the same nightmare.

On rainy days, his thoughts drift out of the Iberian Peninsula, across the English Channel and onto Stamford Bridge. His body was hanging in the air, his big head was down, and the ankle of fate was being held in Tang Wu's hand. In his blurred vision, the black and white ball and the empty gate were getting farther and farther away from him until they were out of reach.

Now, everything is clear.

The real-life black and white elves are spreading their wings and flying towards the gates of Liverpool.

Carrying Owen's resentment for the past two years, at this moment, let's make a break here!

Owen doesn't care about winning or whether the goal will give Newcastle hope of an equaliser.

He only knew that when he passed Tang Wu, there was an unprecedented peace in his heart.

He was relieved.

Just as Owen let out a long breath and let go of the burden of two years and the fatigue of nearly ninety minutes, he suddenly heard a splash behind him.

He didn't look back, but the picture appeared in his mind.

Red sneakers in a puddle of Anfield turf.

"What?"

"It can't be!"

Before Owen could turn his head, a black figure had already rushed to his side. At that moment, it was as if he had been hit by a train moving at high speed.

TOM？？？