() "Honey, have you picked up today's paper?" Sunny morning, Alex. Curlan asked, nursing his one-year-old child, standing beside Gerald's bed.

"Oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes, newspapers, I haven't picked them up yet. Wearing a white tank top and shorts with an elephant on them, Gerald kicked open the thin quilt that covered him.

"Don't forget the bank bill, our credit card should be repaid." Alex reminded.

“ok，ok!” Gerald held out his hands in surrender.

Dressed in shorts and a vest and stepping on a pair of slippers, he walked downstairs, through the courtyard, towards the post box at the door.

Opening the small door of the mailbox, Gerald reached in and dug it out, but it was empty.

Looking back, Alex and his daughter were looking at him from the balcony on the second floor.

"Hey, honey, the newspaper hasn't come today!" Gerald looked at the mailbox again, "No bills either!" ”

"Oh! Forget it, my dear. Alex nodded, and suddenly asked, "Did the penalty come out?" ”

"Well, Don he..." Gerard suddenly closed his mouth in the middle of speaking, and he realized that he didn't even know if Tang Wu had saved that damn penalty.

After thinking about it for a long time, Gerald did not recall the result.

Damn, is that the reason for drinking too much last night?

Gerald found a reason for himself.

"Hey, dear, I, I don't think I know."

"Did you win the game?" Alex didn't follow up, but she changed the subject.

"Oh, **, shit!" Gerald smacked himself on the head hard, "How much did I drink last night?" ”

Just then, Gerald suddenly spotted the postman not far away.

He had a briefcase under his arm and a roll of today's newspaper in his hand.

"I think I should be able to get an answer from the newspaper." Gerald muttered to himself, and stood in the doorway, waiting for the postman to come and deliver the newspaper to him.

But somehow, although the postman saw him and ran towards him with his legs open, the distance between the two did not shorten at all.

“e on，e on!” Gerald was so anxious that he clenched his fists, his arms bruised, desperate to know what was written in the newspaper.

Although the postman's legs were rapidly changing, and Gerald heard a series of footsteps, the postman just couldn't run in front of him.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Gerald found that time seemed to stand still, as Alex and his daughter still maintained their expressions, and he stood still.

The postman's footsteps were getting closer, and Gerald only felt his chest getting tighter and his head hurting.

Just when Gerrard couldn't help but want to yell, there was a "bang", and the door to the locker room was pushed open from the outside.

"Ahh

Gerald rolled sideways from his chair to the ground.

"Oh! Fack! Gerald touched his forehead, his eyes still blurry. He had just fallen out of his chair, and he was defenseless.

"Hey, Steven..."

"Hey, Paco, what the hell is going on...", Gerrard couldn't see who was coming, but he could tell from his voice that he was the team's assistant coach.

"Whew, swooh," Paco exclaimed as soon as he was gasping evenly, "In, goal!" Scored!! ”

"Scored?" Gerald chuckled inwardly.

"Don didn't pounce?"

"No, no..."

Paco was still gasping for air.

"Thoroughly..."

"Didn't you score?" Gerald was still a little puzzled.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, I had only slept for five minutes.

"Scored, we scored!" Paco finally gasped for breath and shouted loudly.

"We scored?" Gerrard was in a trance, then jumped to his feet, opened his eyes wide and asked loudly, "Did we score?" ”

"That's right, we scored, we scored!" Paco repeated.

Swish!

Dressed in elephant shorts and barefoot, Gerald ran out of the locker room in a puff of smoke.

There was not a single staff member in the tunnel, but he could hear louder noises than ever before coming out of the tunnel.

After a few corners in a row, Gerrard finally saw the player's tunnel opening.

The two guards at the gate saw Gerald's dress, and instead of stopping him, they gave their thumbs out and got out of the way.

When Gerrard burst out of the tunnel entrance, he saw a black figure.

"Don?"

As soon as Gerald's words fell, Tang Wu jumped up high and pressed on the top of Hypia.

"Hey, Steven? Is that you, Steven? Tang Wu's eyes lit up when he saw Gerald, and he greeted loudly, "Here, here!" We scored, scored! ”

Gerard didn't say a word, he ran up directly in his pants, and then pressed Tang Wu hard.

"Oh, Fake!" Tang Wu shouted dissatisfiedly, "Steven, you pierced me!" ”

Gerrard saw that in contrast to the wall of people who were celebrating on the sidelines were the helpless faces of the Gunners.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?" Gerald asked ecstatically.

When he first looked up, he had already seen the score on the big screen.

1 to 0.

There is a team that scores, but it is not the imaginary Arsenal, it is Liverpool!

"Oh, oh! Go down, I'm going to be crushed to death. Ahem, ahem, go down! Cisse at the bottom screamed, painful and happy.

"Captain!"

"Steven!"

Gerald was the first to jump down and stood aside to hug each of the team members who stood up.

"Oh my god, I can't believe what just happened?" Gerald asked again.

"Don saves the penalty!" Alonso's face was excited.

"I know, and then what?"

Arsenal still didn't score, and Tang Wu naturally saved the penalty.

"And then... And then there's—" Alonso danced excitedly, but didn't say a reason for a long time.

Hyypia on the side saw that Alonso was stumbling for a long time and couldn't speak clearly, so he stood up and answered for him.

'Caught Thierry Henry's penalty, then Carragher ran over and cleared the ball and then Cisse was left alone. Hyypia said, gesturing to Cisse at the bottom.

"Cisse scored?" Gerald asked anxiously.

"That's right, it's Sisai." Hyypia nodded, "But the process is a bit tortuous, I'm afraid it's not the same as you think." ”

"What's the difference? Isn't it just a goal? ”

Gerrard was overjoyed, bent down and said to the bottom of Cisse to help him up, "Hey, Cisse, tell me how you got in?" ”

"I..."

"Is it a powerful volley? Or a lob shot? Isn't that right? So you scored the last man of them and scored? 'After making sure it was his own goal, Gerrard's eyes were full of excitement.

"No, no, neither." Cisse also gasped for breath at this time, and shook his head in the face of Gerald, and quickly shook his head.

"And how did you score the goal?"

"I, I'm just running first, and then, swinging my legs... Belch... That's it, and then I went in. ”

"I understand the leg swing, but what the hell is a run-up?" Gerald still had some doubts.

"Haha, you can't think of it! Cisse scored a penalty, a penalty! Garcia on the side couldn't stand it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say the answer.

"Penalty?" Gerald was a little confused at first.

Wasn't Lao Tzu handball on the goal line, but he was sent off with a red card, and a penalty was awarded to the opponent?

Was the penalty awarded to Liverpool?

The amount of information was a bit large, and Gerald couldn't react for a while, and his face was confused.

Tang Wu also came over at this time, patted Gerrard on the shoulder with a smile, and pointed to Sendros on the other side of the court with a depressed face, "See that big tall man?" That's right, it's the big bald head, he was also sent off with a red card! ”

"What?" Gerard was shocked. "What the hell is going on? I just squinted, how did so much happen? ”