"Yes, now!" Houllier's eyes widened with excitement.

Mutu and Crespo stood in front of each other, head to head. Seeing that the situation was not good, Geremi hurriedly came over to persuade him.

The likes of Frank Lampard and Glen Johnson were also half a beat slow due to their altercation, and when they reacted, Heskey had already fed the ball to his team-mate in midfield.

There was no footage of Mutu and Crespo arguing in the footage, so many fans in front of the TV had a question in their hearts: "Where are the Blues defenders?" ”

Throughout the Chelsea half, the three red players went hand in hand to form a 3-on-4 situation.

"Chelsea are in danger!" Huang Jianxiang said worriedly.

In a field like the Premier League, any striker has the ability to play 1 or 2. Three people can already be combined into a lot of attacks, not to mention that there are only four defenders in defense.

Tang Wu stood at the rear, retreating the slowest and most steady.

Even Terry is running desperately, and Tang Wu has to take on the responsibility of commanding the defense.

The Reds' Hamann strode the ball down the middle, and Terry turned his back as he ran, gradually moving his high-speed body onto his path.

"Three, two, one," Terry mentally calculated.

John Terry is calculating, and the German midfielder is also calculating.

The last scorer at the famous old Wembley Stadium suddenly lifted his left foot and slammed the ball down the left before Terry's silence was over.

"Michael, Owen!" Zhan Jun shouted, and Huang Jianxiang on the side was shocked.

Zhan Jun was so excited, and Owen who took off almost reached the realm of man-ball unity.

Hamann's pass was a bit big, but for Irving, it was just a drizzle.

With just a slight acceleration, it took less than half a second for the ball to skim Owen's sprint lane.

Looking at the ball at the feet of the young man in red, many people thought that it was brought to the front by himself from the backcourt.

"Kill him!" The moment Owen touched the ball, Tang Wu's shout reached Gala's ears.

The French bald head didn't know the correct translation of "kill him", but every time Tang Wu shouted this sentence, it usually came with all sorts of dirty words.

After several attempts, Gala finally found a way that best suited Tang Wu's order.

"gan" is "shovel", and "shovel" is "gan"!

Almost instinctively, he jumped forward and pulled his legs to the ground, but he passed the ball!

Woo!

The fans in the stands suddenly raised a pitch.

The red-clothed boy chasing the wind actually picked up speed again in the run, and the ball jumped forward and jumped over Gala's sliding body.

"Wow!" Zhan Jun's eyes lit up, "I want to chase thousands of horses, and look at Owen, the jumping tiger!" ”

Irving landed and swept a midfield, turned his right foot, and took the ball towards the top of the arc.

This time, Tang Wu stopped shouting.

In a one-on-one situation, his own shouting will only affect Makellele.

3-on-3, the Blues could no longer pull players to defend Owen.

Husky and Harman began to intersperse runs, taking away Terry and Bridge, and pulling open space for the inside-cut Irving.

"Left? Right? Suddenly? Transmit? Shoot? Regarding Owen, all the next actions flashed in Tang Wu's mind one by one.

As Owen continued to dribble the ball deeper, the calculated "results" were eliminated by Tang Wu's brain one by one.

At this moment, in Makelele's field of vision, the ball rolled from Owen's right foot to his left foot in front of him.

Holding his center of gravity down, Makelle tentatively reached out his left leg to reach for the ball at Owen's feet.

The boy who chased the wind hummed lightly in his nostrils, and the ball that had just been kicked with his left foot was kicked back in an instant, and at the same time, he pushed forward with his right foot, not only kicking the ball behind Makelele that he couldn't see, but also letting go of the French midfielder from the other side.

The moment Makellele's figure moved away from Owen's sight, another black figure was rushing towards Owen at a rapid speed.

"Tang Wu attacked!" Huang Jianxiang's voice tightened.

"Hehe, it's you who are waiting!"

The corners of the wind-chasing boy's mouth curled, he had long expected that when he forced past Makelele, the young goalkeeper on the opposite side would abandon the door.

For an aggressive goalkeeper, this is the perfect time to strike!

Facing Tang Wu who rushed over, Owen, who was disturbed by Makellele, did not take the opportunity to adjust his center of gravity, but took a step forward and stretched out his right foot and tapped the ball under the ball with his toes.

Give someone a taste of their own medicine!

Owen's pick-up was the same as Crespo's.

"Owen picks up!" There is no need for Zhan Jun to shout, the fans who watched this game all over the world can see it.

Unlike other shots, the shot is fast and can't see the trajectory clearly.

The human eye can well capture the football and the route after the shot, and can also anticipate the coming result in the mind.

At this moment, the corners of Owen's mouth could no longer be controlled, and he showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

The nightmare of more than half a year is finally coming to an end at this moment!

The boy who chased the wind slowly stretched out his right hand, waiting for the moment the ball landed on the goal line.

Just when everyone thought that Liverpool was going to pull a goal back, Tang Wu, who ran two or three meters out of the small penalty area, suddenly made a 180-degree turn. Glancing at the ball in the air, he rushed towards the goal at all speed.

"Oh my God! He hasn't given up yet! The female fan in the stands covered her mouth, for fear that the sound she made would interfere with Tang Wu.

"Fake, this kid actually gave me a yin!"

Tang Wu's vision was excellent, and he had already seen the clue before Owen got up, and he had already braked in advance.

"Don't you choose left or right?" Tang Wu gritted his teeth, "Cunning guy! ”

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still.

In the eyes of the fans, the only things that can move are Tang Wu, who turned around and ran, and the ball that gradually declined.

"Enough, enough, enough!" As a diehard Liverpool loyalist, Zhan never imagined that he would one day pray for the Reds' opponents.

In anticipation of countless Blues fans, a pair of green and white gloves appeared under the ball and held it up a centimeter in front of the goal line.

"Whew... Tang Wu did it! Just seeing Tang Wu touch the ball, the fans' brains made this judgment.

However, only Tang Wu knew that the crisis had not been resolved.

“t！ I made a mistake in my estimation! Tang Wu cursed in his mind.

Owen's volley was so high that it was almost just under the crossbar as the ball crossed the goal line.

Tang Wu, who had just run back, saw the speed of the ball and wanted to hold the ball with both hands. But I didn't expect my hands to touch the ball, and the man also rushed to the goal line.

"Am I going to be the first goalkeeper in the history of the Premier League to score with the ball?"

In this second, Tang Wu, who was jumping up, actually made his waist stand up again in the air, and the hands holding the ball quickly rose at a very fast pace.

There was a thud, and the entire door frame was shaken.

“oh，，god！” Looking at the shaking door frame, the on-site narrator's eyes widened, and he could stuff an egg in his mouth.

He seemed to see a crumbling basket!

"What do I see?"

Tang Wu, who grabbed the crossbar with both hands, turned his body into the air under inertia, and his outstretched feet could almost kick the top net.

Looking at the football above the top net, Owen's smile gradually solidified on his face, and the fingers of his outstretched right hand were slightly curled, but they were never clenched.

"Can anyone tell me I'm watching basketball?" The on-site commentator who came back to his senses shouted, "Our TO Stamford Bridge gave us a peerless dunk!" ”