As the match between the two teams officially began, Veron's power was gradually revealed.

The Argentine wizard has a notable physical problem, but when he shows off his mastery of his feet, fans around the world will be amazed.

In the middle of the pitch, the bald head in the number 20 Blues shirt and Duff on the wing staged a brilliant one-two in a tight space that ignited the passion of the visiting team at the Olympic Stadium.

"This is the Italian game!"

Liu Huilan sighed, pulled her son, and stood up with her husband beside her.

"Xiao Ming, did you see it? I can't see Mom hugging you! ”

"Mom, don't be ashamed! It's the Champions League! Not Serie A! Xiao Gaoming, who was just over a meter old, glanced at his mother with disdain and stepped on the stool.

"What's the difference?" Liu Huilan protected Gao Xiaoming with both hands one after the other, for fear that he would fall.

Fans stand on stools as soon as they are excited, which is also a common phenomenon in China, so Liu Huilan is very skilled in this area.

"Of course there's a difference!" Gao Xiaoming slapped his mother's hands away with his hand, "Mom, it's Lazio in white here, it's the Serie A team; It's Chelsea over there, it's a Premier League team! ”

"Isn't it England and Italy? I thought it was all played by Europeans! ”

"Wife, you're wrong!" Gao Yuejin, who was holding a small flag and cheering on the side, also turned his head to join the conversation, "Do you see the goalkeeper of Chelsea?" He's a Chinese! ”

"What's wrong with the Chinese." Liu Huilan knew Tang Wu's nationality when she broadcast the list of players before, but she still said stiffly: "You see that he didn't go up to grab the ball like others, what are you doing standing alone in the back?" ”

"Xiao Ming, you talk to your mother, it's been more than ten years, I can't make sense with your mother!" After Gao Yuejin divided the flag in his hand to his son, he joined the cry of "roar, hey, ha".

"Mom, Tang Wu is the goalkeeper! Gatekeeper! Gao Xiaoming was a little helpless.

After receiving my father's flag, I have to do something for my father.

"It's not like his teammates won't play with him? Either let him keep the goal! ”

"Mom, I'm really convinced of you!" Gao Xiaoming was completely defeated by Liu Huilan, "Do you know that a good goalkeeper tops the top half of the team!" ”

These words were given to Gao Xiaoming by Gao Yuejin, and Gao Ming also thought so.

"Hmph, you two are virtuous, so you bully me and I can't understand it!" Although Liu Huilan was angry, she still set her eyes on her son, for fear that he would make a mistake.

Although Liu Huilan is a person who doesn't know how to play, she has also watched a lot of football games with her husband and son over the years.

Just the domestic A-League, they don't miss it.

She has seen a lot of excited scenes of fans in the stands, but she has never felt like she was surrounded by fans like today.

The shouts one after another, the scolding of the away team and the home fans, the interference of football hooligans, everything is so disorganized, listen carefully, but there are traces to follow.

"It's a lot livelier here than Golden State Stadium!" Liu Huilan had to admit.

Just when Liu Huilan was comparing the Olympic Stadium with the Golden State Stadium in her mind, her husband and son suddenly shouted together.

This time, Liu Huilan heard clearly what the two of them were shouting.

"Tang Wu! Tang Wu! Tang Wu! ”

Fans in the neutral stands chanted "TOM", while sighs rang out from the entire Olympic Stadium.

In the small penalty area, Tang Wu got up from the ground, pointed to the ball that had just bounced on the billboard with his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, patted his chest and shouted: "Wayne, near corner, near corner!" Block the near corner for me! ”

Bridge pinched his waist and looked at Tang Wu with a little embarrassment.

If he had just put his weight on the inside, Inzaghi Jr. would have been blocked by his outstretched foot in time even if he forced a shot, instead of flying to the goal line and being knocked away by Tang Wu's single punch.

It was Lazio's first attack of the first half and Lazio's first shot on goal.

But it was this shot that almost broke through the Chelsea goal.

How could Tang Wu not be angry?

After drinking with Sun Sun and Li Tie last time, Tang Wu suddenly realized that he had a greater goal.

The Olympics, the Asian Cup, the World Preliminary Tournament and other major competitions are coming soon, and if you don't grasp the start of Chelsea well, then even if you return home, you will be reduced to a substitute again.

The goalkeeper is not like any other, he can be rotated and replaced. You can show yourself in the only playing time and win the "heart" of the coach.

In a cup match, if it is not for the guarantee that the team will definitely qualify or will definitely not qualify, the substitute goalkeeper will hardly be able to play.

This is the sorrow of the substitute goalkeeper!

Like the gunner's Lyman!

His goal-line skills and saving ability are already well-deserved world-class goalkeepers, but unfortunately, under the aura of the lion king Kahn, he can only become a substitute in the German national team.

Therefore, Tang Wu has long made up his mind to seize every opportunity to play in place of Chelsea in the next game.

Only in this way can I make myself no less experienced than those old goalkeepers in China who have been guarding for more than ten years.

What's more, today is still the Champions League, and Chelsea is facing Lazio, the most competitive in the same group.

In the face of such a team, Tang Wu did not want to make any mistakes.

"Xiao Ming, is this Tang Wu very powerful?" After the shouting around gradually stopped, Liu Huilan hurriedly handed over a bottle of mineral water.

"Of course! Tang Wu is China's No. 1 goalkeeper! Gao Xiaoming poured a sip of water and did not hesitate to praise Tang Wu!

"More powerful than that Liu Jiansheng?"

"Mom, what are you talking about, how can Tang Wu compare with that kind of person!" Gao Xiaoming's face was contemptuous.

Liaozu goalkeeper Liu Jiansheng recently got into a big lawsuit because of smoking X, and it was the overwhelming reports in China that made Liu Huilan remember this Tang Wu's only "colleague"!

"Mom, you know what? We have more than a dozen Chinese players playing abroad for so many years. But when it comes to goalkeepers, it's Tang Wu! ”

"Cut, blow like the real thing!" Although Liu Huilan was skeptical, there was really no news about other goalkeepers in her mind.

Of course, over the years, there have been many goalkeepers who have gone abroad for further study. But most of them are cold benches in the lower leagues, but the Chinese people don't know it.

Corner kicks are Tang Wu's forte. After these days of training, even if it is an out-spin ball, as long as the arc is not large, Tang Wu will occasionally choose to attack.

Liverani's corner kick was firmly received by Tang Wu, and when all the players were driven out of the penalty area, Tang Wu chose to throw the ball to Glen Johnson on the wing.

Since Chelsea has mastered the midfield, Tang Wucai doesn't want to let the opponent and his teammates compete for the ball!

"Hey! This way! "In attack, players rarely shout long sentences.

Veron understood and immediately sent the ball to the feet of his fellow countryman Crespo.

As soon as the Argentine striker touched the ball, he was ferociously "cared for" by the Lazio defenders.

Liverani, who had just returned to the defense, seemed to have only the ball in his eyes, and took a big stride, exuding an indomitable momentum towards Crespo.

The Argentine naturally didn't want to sit still, and with a gentle push of the outside of his left foot, he pushed the ball to Mutu's feet.

At the same time, he twisted his body and squeezed away from Riverani's rush.

Crespo's body is not a vegetarian!

The Romanian knew what his team-mates meant, and before the ball could roll in front of him, he was ready to be a "wall".

But before the swinging leg could hit the ball, a figure slammed into Mutu with inertia.

With an exaggerated shout, Mutu was directly pressed under Mikhailovich.

Beep beep beep!

The referee hurriedly blew the whistle and interrupted the game.

Mutu lay on the ground, feeling only two little people circling around his head.

"Dad, did you score?" On the left, a cherub wearing a red pipe hat folds his hands and whispers longing in his ear.

“HONEY！ You score a few goals, I'll let you shoot a few times! A scantily clad succubus on the right also pulled his ear and blew into his ear.

"Oh, referee, where am I?"

The referee frowned, although he felt that something was wrong, but he still judged that Mutu was not lightly hit.

Mihajlovich on the side heard a voiceover: "Hey, referee, he's playing stupid!" ”

You can see clearly that the person in front of you is the referee, but you don't know where you are?

Seeing the yellow card that the referee was about to pull out, Mihajlovic could no longer control himself. Breaking free of his teammates, he stepped forward and grabbed Mutu by the collar, "Hey, soft, wake up, don't pretend!" ”

Mutu played in Serie A for three years and the defenders who defended him certainly knew what he was.

"Hey, please be respectful! Please don't hurt my teammates! Frank Lampard was the first to rush forward, pulling Mihajlovic's hand away and keeping Mutu at bay.

Then Terry, Veron, Duff and others also came over and blocked the Lazio players one-on-one.

In the end, despite Mikhailovich's obstruction, a yellow card stood up above his head.

Seeing the yellow card, which could not be refused, the Serbian defender spat on the ground and left a cruel sentence at Mutu, "Boy, you wait for me!" ”

It wasn't until the Lazio players had faded that Mutu got up under Lampard's tugging.

Glancing back at Veron in front of the ball, Mutu trotted towards the penalty area.

As he ran, he drew a cross on his chest: "Oh, HONEY! Thank you for showing me the way! ”