() It's no wonder that Zhan Jun is afraid, this is red, and it's still on the top of his head.

If there is to be a three-long and two-short, how can he live!

Belch... It seems a bit too much.

Zhan Jun is not a little daughter-in-law without a man, and Tang Wu's head is not pinched with dough.

Didier Drogba had a closing move in the final stages, and it was because of this move that he escaped. In addition, the referee directly announced the end of the first half of the game in the spirit of treating the injured first.

The Liverpool team doctor carried Tang Wu to the sidelines and gradually removed Tang Wu's hand covering his face.

The young Chinese player's face was blood-red and extremely hideous.

“TOM，TOM？ ARE YOU OK？ Looking at Tang Wu's appearance, Alonso was frightened.

Cisse on the side couldn't control the anger in his heart for a long time, and stood up to find a blueman on the other side to theorize.

Liverpool's team doctor was not so flustered, he took a small tweezer and carefully pinched the grass clippings and hair on Tang Wu's face, looking for the source of the injury.

"TOM, how do you feel?" The team doctor asked while looking for it, and several vulnerable places on Tang Wu's face were not injured, which made him feel reassured.

"Mr. Fred, I have a headache!" Tang Wu said.

"That's right, you're supposed to be in pain!" Fred searched for a moment with tweezers, finally let out a sigh and nodded, "TOM, your forehead is scratched. ”

"Forehead? Skinned? Alonso on the side was pleasantly surprised, "Mr. Fred, is TOM suffering a skin injury?" ”

"That's right!" Fred nodded, "From the current point of view, the blood on Tom's face is caused by this wound, but this is not an ordinary skin injury, you see, this wound is two centimeters long, and if it is not treated well, it may continue to tear." ”

"Mr. Fred, what now?" Benitez leaned over and asked.

"The most important thing now is to help TOM stop the bleeding, and then it's best to send it to the hospital for observation to see if TOM has a concussion or something."

"No, you don't need to be sent to the hospital for examination, just help me stitch it up." Hearing that he was going to replace himself, Tang Wu immediately refused.

Just kidding, these Chelsea guys haven't "surrendered" yet, Mourinho hasn't shown "remorse", and he will end up injured himself?

It's too inferior!

Tang Wu shook his head, "Coach, I'm fine, just let Mr. Fred help me stitch it up and bandage it!" ”

Bei Bald was pacing around on the sidelines, obviously not daring to make a rash decision.

Dudek has already started to warm up, but he doesn't want to replace the starting goalkeeper he has been planning for a long time in such a crucial game, and the knock-on effect of this is likely to be almost impossible to win at Stamford Bridge, and perhaps a point to be thankful for.

"TOM, CAN YOU REALLY CONTINUE?"

"Of course!" Tang Wu opened his mouth and said, "Eat grapes without spitting out grape skins, don't eat grapes and spit out grape skins!" ”

Looking at the stunned crowd around him, Tang Wu shrugged his shoulders, "This is a tongue twister in China, I guess you haven't heard it either." But I think it's enough proof that my brain is okay, coach, I'm going to make those guys look good! ”

Seeing that Tang Wu insisted repeatedly, the players did not continue to persuade them. Bei Bald sighed, and said loosely: "TOM, if you feel any discomfort, you have to bring it up immediately, you know?" ”

"Got it, coach!" Tang Wu gave Bei Bald an affirmative look.

After receiving the coach's affirmative reply, Tang Wu raised his eyes to look at Fred, who was threading a needle and thread on his forehead, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Fred, will there be a scar on my handsome face?" ”

Hearing Tang Wu use the word "handsome", the other players also laughed. Tang Wu still had the heart to joke at this time, which showed that he was really fine.

"No!" Fred, who was concentrating on the stitches, showed no mercy at all, "TOM, you'll have a scar." ”

"Walter?" Tang Wu, who was still laughing with his teammates, was stunned, "Mr. Fred, what did you say?" I heard you right..."

"Of course!" Fred said solemnly, "I'm just a team doctor, not a cosmetic doctor. And the thread I use is not a cosmetic thread, you will definitely have a scar. ”

"Oh! Fack! Tang Wu scolded in a low voice.

I'm about to have a scar on my handsome face?

Oh my God, I'm not ready for that!

"DON'T WORRY, TOM." Alonso advised, "Maybe the girls will like you!" I knew there was a place where girls loved men with scars! ”

"You mean that Bichi who likes the birthmark on your butt? Didn't she laugh at your birthmark like a peach last time? Garcia made a stab on the side.

"Hahahaha!"

Garcia's revelation made the atmosphere in Liverpool relaxed, and Tang Wu looked at the worm-like scar on his forehead in the mirror and was annoyed.

Fake, if you have a chance, make that beast look good!

In the second half, when the referee blew the whistle for the start of the game, fans were surprised to find a man with gauze wrapped around his head standing in front of the Liverpool goal line.

"Walter? Is that TOM? He didn't go to the hospital? ”

"Oh, buy it! It's TOM! He's still on the field! ”

"Roar, roar, roar! TOM！ The most MAN TOM in the world! That's what a man should look like! ”

Not only did the Reds fans stand up and cheer for Tang Wu, but even many Blues fans also stood up and gave Tang Wu a round of applause.

TOM became famous from here, but also left from here, and was injured here. Reasonably, these former "TOM fans" can't help but pay tribute to Tang Wu's professionalism.

In the second half, in order to strengthen the attack, Mourinho brought in the Dutch winger, who had just been bought from PSV Eindhoven this season.

When the young man, who is a year younger than Tang Wu this year, came on the pitch, people thought he was some player on the verge of retirement who had come to Chelsea to retire.

"Oh! This kid has less hair than before! In the stands, Chelsea owner Abou applauded and sighed. In his heart, he wondered if he wanted to use Robben to attract those unscrupulous hair loss pharmacists.

In the 47th minute of the second half, Peter Pan, who had just come on the field, forcibly overtook on the left side.

Traore only felt a gust of wind blowing around him, and tried to reach out, but found that he couldn't catch the wind at all.

"Robben breaks through with the ball!"

"It's been a..."

"Another one..."

"Robben Cut!"

The on-site narrator suddenly raised his voice.

PSV Eindhoven fans who know Arjen Robben know that when the youngster makes an inside move, the score could be changed in the next second.

Sure enough, a large vacuum appeared on Robben's right side after the successful in-cut. The 20-year-old Dutchman flicked his left foot in a curvy arc through the air and flew straight to the far post.

Want to get around me?

No way!

Tang Wu's stretched body was almost parallel to the ground, and his left arm, which had reached the end, seemed to grow in the air, and he lightly tapped the ball at the very top.

Syllable!

Arjen Robben's curling shot grazed the far post after being disrupted and flew off the bottom line, and Chelsea's attack was once again fruitless.

"Walter?"

"What did I just see?"

DID TOM'S ARM GET LONGER JUST NOW?

Robben, who wanted to stretch out his hand to celebrate, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and was a little puzzled by the crowd of Blues fans who were expecting the goal.

Frank Lampard and John Terry, who followed up to the front, shook their heads, they naturally knew Tang Wu's "tricks". Any shot that calculates the range of Tang Wu's save will not be saved.

This is the goal-line technology that Tang Wu is famous for.

In front of the Liverpool goal line, Tang Wu got up with the support of his right hand and took a sip, grabbed his left arm, lifted it up with a "click", and took his left arm back again.