Chapter 437: I'm better than you, and I'm harder than you
On the pitch at Anfield, there was a lot of buzz and players from both sides were arguing.
The KOPs performed their ultimate move, singing the team song. Hopefully this will interfere with the opposing players.
In the last minute of the game, the two sides played to a 1-1 draw.
Rio Ferdinand struggled to cut the ball off and struck a big shot into midfield.
Scholes and Ryan Giggs both broke down to the ground, and after winning the ball, Rooney saw that there was no hope of breaking through, and used his last strength before falling to hand the ball to Dong Fangzhuo's feet.
"Dong, you are the hope of our village!"
Dong Fangzhuo stood at the top of the arc and stepped on the ball, in front of Hyypia and Carragher, two of Liverpool's main central defenders.
Tang Wu, who was standing at the back, bowed his knees slightly, opened his arms, and shouted at Dong Fangzhuo, "Dong, come on, I just try my best, and I won't let you score!" ”
Dong Fangzhuo snorted lightly, and took a step forward with the ball.
When Carragher reaches out and grabs up, he quickly hooks the ball back with his right foot and kicks it in the opposite direction.
After a bull's tail slapped past Carragher, Hyypia rushed in front of him.
Dong Fangzhuo passed with his left foot and the ball bounced twice at Dong's feet in a rhythm, avoiding Hyypia's steal.
The power of the croquettes was a little too great, and Tang Wu had already abandoned the door at this time.
Dong Fangzhuo has great confidence in his speed, and he saw Tang Wu catch up with the ball first and then make a single point with his left foot, and stop the ball in place.
Then he stepped forward with his right foot and stepped on the ball and turned around, and his left foot pulled with the momentum, and even took the ball past Tang Wu.
After the three-piece combination of oxtail + croquettes + Marseille slalom, Dong Fangzhuo only had an empty door in front of him.
"Shoot, Dong!"
"Shoot! Shoot! ”
Red Devils fans were thrilled.
"Dong, if you enter, you are the king of Manchester United!" Little Luo knelt outside the forbidden area and prayed.
"Dong Fangzhuo, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!" Peng Jiuyang shouted in the first row of the stands.
Whether it is a fan, a commentator, or a girl he likes, all shouting the words Dong Fangzhuo is in his mouth at this moment.
As long as you score this goal, you will have fame, wealth, status, and honor.
"Dong Fangzhuo is on his feet!" Zhan Jun, who is known as Dong Fangzhuo's diehard loyalist, shouted in front of the camera, looking excited.
At this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared in front of Dong Fangzhuo.
"Gerald!" Anfield's home commentator was like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline, shouting with a hint of crying.
The Liverpool captain was the Reds' last hope, and in the face of the Anfield spiritual leader, Dong Fangzhuo's swinging right leg did not kick the ball out, but on tiptoe and stomped the ball under his feet.
Liverpool's last hope, like an unmanned scooter, flashed in front of Dong Fangzhuo.
"Oh my God, Dong Fangzhuo actually played Gerald!" Huang Jianxiang's shocked mouth can be stuffed with a red Fuji apple.
I am the king of Manchester United!!
Dong Fangzhuo roared in his heart and swung his feet again.
"Hey, Dong!"
At this moment, an arrogant voice pulled Dong Fangzhuo out of his fantasy.
Scholes sat down in his chair with a black face, "Go get me a bottle of glucose!" ”
"Okay, I'll go get it." Dong Fangzhuo was excited, bounced up from his seat at once, ran to the box in the corner of the dressing room, and took out a bottle of oral liquid from it. Then he trotted over to Scholes and handed it over.
"Fake, stupid pig, are you going to let me swallow the bottle?"
"Uh, no, no, that's not what I meant." Dong Fangzhuo waved his hand again and again.
"Why don't you get a straw then?" At this time, Scholes was like a mad lion, roaring at Dong Fangzhuo, who was submissive in front of him.
"Oh, yes, yes, I'll go." Dong Fangzhuo hurriedly ran to the box of money and pulled out a habit.
"Useless guy, clumsy, what a xxxxxx!" Scholes scolded a slang from his hometown, even if Dong Fangzhuo didn't understand it, he knew that he didn't say anything good.
"Hmph, it's in the locker room! It's a kind of good thing that you're on the pitch too! Didn't my brother Tang beat you up to obedience? ”
Although Dong Fangzhuo said this in his heart, he still put on a respectful posture on his face and handed over the straw.
Immediately after that, the other players also walked into the dressing room one after another.
With a one-goal deficit at Anfield in the first half, no Manchester United player could be happy.
"Have they forgotten how they beat Milan?" Ryan Giggs walked in and threw his shirt on the stool.
As soon as they were in the aisle, the Liverpool players were laughing and laughing, and they almost didn't open the champagne.
Especially when some veteran players from both sides met in the players' tunnel, the Manchester United players were inevitably "ridiculed" by Liverpool.
"Milan's lead of three goals can be equalized by Liverpool, they are only one goal ahead now, what is there to be proud of!" Scholes also had a gloomy face.
The atmosphere in the Manchester United dressing room dropped to freezing point under the complaints of the bigwigs, and even Xiao Xiao Luo sat on the sidelines and did not squeak.
Recently, Xiao Xiao Luo and Vanney had a bit of a conflict, which made Xiao Xiao Luo, who didn't like words, have no say in the locker room.
But fortunately, Xiao Xiaoluo knows that if he wants to replace Vanney one day, then he must do better than Vanney at his peak.
The most important thing a person who wants to do is to improve himself, not wait for his opponent to become weak because of age.
The bigwigs were angry, and Park Ji-sung and Dong Fangzhuo, the two newcomers, closed their mouths tightly and tossed around the locker room like a waiter, picking up and delivering supplies back and forth to the bigwigs.
"Thank you." After receiving Dong Fangzhuo's glucose with a straw, Xiao Xiaoluo politely thanked him.
"No thanks, this is what I should do." For a "senior" like Ronaldo, who is only one year older than himself, Dong Fangzhuo still has a sense of aus.
At Manchester United, it's not just a single person who can carry the number "7".
"Dong, to be your compatriot, do you have any good way to break the door?" Xiao Xiao Luo took a sip and asked casually.
"Of course there is, no, no, no" Dong Fangzhuo just wanted to say the picture of his yy just now, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed violently.
He was already the lowest in the locker room, and if he said anything he shouldn't have said, it would be even more complete.
"Well, that's what you said." Xiao Xiaoluo didn't react to Dong Fangzhuo's answer.
Originally, he didn't have hope, but he would be surprised if Dong Fangzhuo could really make any reasonable suggestions!
Even he couldn't think of a way to break Tang Wu's goal, let alone this guy who hadn't made a single appearance for Manchester United so far.
Seeing Xiao Xiaoluo put on a thinking look, Dong Fang Zhuo was bold and said softly, "Cristiano, I think since Brother Tang likes to attack so much, why don't you take a hanging shot in the middle and back to attack the goal directly?" I remember in the Champions League final, wasn't that how that AC Milan Kaka scored? ”
In order to make his words convincing, Dong Fangzhuo also deliberately brought out the example of Kaka.
Xiao Xiao Luo chuckled lightly after hearing this, "That's Kaka!" Dong, you are also a striker. You tell me how sure you are that if you hit the goal directly after the center circle, you will get the ball straight into the goal. ”
"This"
Dong Fangzhuo understood what Xiao Xiaoluo meant.
According to Dong Fangzhuo's footwork, it is not difficult to kick the ball directly into the empty goal in the midfield.
It's just that the ball will hit the ground, bounce up, bounce again, bounce up again, and eventually roll into the goal.
And what Xiao Xiaoluo said is to let the first landing point of the ball be within the range of the goal frame, which is not only a technical job, but most people do not have such foot strength.
"It's okay, Dong." Xiao Xiao Luo grinned, "When you have the opportunity to play, you naturally won't say such childish things." ”
"TO is the best goalkeeper in the world, and one day, I will definitely trample him under my feet!"
Looking at the gleam in Xiao Xiaoluo's eyes, Dong Fangzhuo seemed to understand in an instant why the young man in front of him was only one year older than himself, but he could wear Manchester United's No. 7 shirt.
Maybe Xiao Xiaoluo is not worse than Lu Xiaopang, who is praised by many young players and stars on the side, but his spirit of being strong, indomitable, persevering, and never admitting defeat is not what those young and famous stars in today's football world have.
In a giant club like Manchester United, although Xiao Xiaoluo is also talented, he is also taken care of by Ferguson.
But he's an outsider after all!
An outsider, in the Premier League giants, can only rely on himself!
Dong Fangzhuo looked at the scrappy Cristiano Ronaldo blankly, and the words that Tang Wu had said to him a year ago rang in his ears.
It's not scary to be a person who is more talented than you, it's scary to know that he's working harder than you!
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