"Look, it's Gerald!" The on-site narrator saw almost Gerald from the big screen.

"Roar, no wonder Alex is so happy, it turns out that the captain of the Red Army likes to wear this type of panties."

"Do you see the elephant's eyes, they look like two little jelly beans?"

The on-site narrator teased Gerrard in the microphone, but the captain of the Reds had no time to care, desperate to find out what had just happened.

After broadcasting the celebration of the Red Army members, the backstage had already edited the scene and put it on the big screen to play it back.

Gerald stared at the big screen without blinking, for fear of missing the details.

The replay was a bit long, starting with Gerrard's handball.

After a replay of how Gerrard handballed, the screen jumps straight to the Gunners' penalty.

Henry stood in front of the ball and hesitated for two seconds, then ran up, swung his leg and shot.

At the moment when the king of guns swung his leg to touch the ball, Tang Wu, who was standing in the center of the goal, suddenly took a step forward and raised his hands at the same time.

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit!

Tang Wu's legs quickly bounced up as if they were springed, forming a thirty-degree angle between his body and the ground.

With a "bang", the ball shot by Henry came as promised, and it hit Tang Wus gloves.

The perfect save?

Gerald grinned.

No, it's not a perfect save!

Gerard could see at a glance that Tang Wu had played a clever trick!

The moment he kicked Henry, he quickly took two steps forward to the left. And leaned forward as much as he could, and finally blocked Henry's shot!

Move ahead!

At the moment when Henry shot, Tang Wu didn't step on the goal line with either foot!

If such a scenario were placed in ten years, the referee would definitely blow the whistle and order a penalty kick; But Tang Wu eventually escaped the referee's punishment like Kempes in 1978.

The referee was stunned, but there was no reaction.

Maybe at that moment, like thousands of fans, he was amazed that Tang Wu was able to save Henry's penalty!

As for moving ahead of schedule?

Hehe, there are no clear rules on this yet.

And in the eyes of the referee, this is what Tang Wu deserves!

If he misjudged the direction, what if he moved ahead of time?

In this unfair game, Tang Wu, as the goalkeeper, has already won!

The penalty was saved, but the game continued.

Tang Wu, who fell to the ground, even Bruce Lee's upper body, could not get up quickly in a short time, but fortunately, the Red Army players trusted their goalkeeper and captain, and rushed into the penalty area the moment Henry got up.

Seeing that the first person who ran in front of him was dressed in yellow, Tang Wu was relieved.

With a "bang", Hyypia used all his strength and kicked the ball directly into the frontcourt.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was kick the damn ball as far away as possible, as safely as possible.

He just wanted to pull Tang Wu up on the ground, and then kiss the man who rescued Liverpool from the edge of the cliff fiercely.

Substitute Bergkamp's Pire and substitute Robin van Persie were a little slower, even if they were ready to shoot, but subconsciously, they really didn't think Tang Wu could save Thierry Henry's penalty.

Even if Henry didn't score, it was a kick that was crooked or a crossbar or something. So after the ball was saved by Tang Wu, the two of them still had a hint of surprise on their faces.

Vieira also ran up and patted Henry on the shoulder to comfort him. In his opinion, Liverpool only have 10 men left, and even in extra time, the Gunners have an absolute advantage.

The Reds defenders held the goalkeeper in the box and nibbled on, while the Gunners striker comforted his gunslinger in the opposition's box.

But in the other half, Cisse started a game of life and death with Senderos and Toure.

The ball bounced forward inside Arsenal's centre circle and Cisse at the front of the Reds crossed the halfway line.

The Frenchman made a big foot and got to the ball before Toure did.

However, Cisse was superior in both speed and stamina, and Toure did not crash into Cisse with all his strength. Just a little further back, Toure rolled and crawled, falling behind Cisse. After rolling around twice, he ate all the dust raised by Cisse.

Toure's defence was not without a bit of interference, and Senderos, who was a little further away on the other side, was able to get closer to Cicere.

Coupled with the fact that Cisse is going to get back up the pace, Senderos, the big bald head, is getting closer and closer to the French striker.

But just when fans were expecting the two to have an "interaction" like Mars hitting the Earth, they were surprised to find that Cisse and Sendros had opened the gap again.

At this moment, the world knows that the weakness of this Swiss big bald head is too slow!

Cisse sped off the ball like a wild horse on the loose, leaving Lehmann alone in front of him.

Perhaps unwilling to be pulled away by Cice, the Swedish defender finally stretched out his left hand, which was Satan's left hand!

Maybe at this moment, he just wanted to stop Cisse.

Cisse, who was running at high speed, fell to the ground in an instant after being pulled, in fact, he never thought that the person behind him would have such great strength.

Then, then the fans saw the white line underground.

At this moment, Sendros's mind went blank.

When did he run into the penalty area?

"Beep! Beep beep! ”

The referee, who had just run to the midfield, immediately blew the whistle in his mouth, took out a red card from his pocket and ran towards Sendros.

A great man once said that death is not terrible, but what is terrible is waiting for death.

Sendros is the one who waits for death.

The Swedes stood stiffly in place, waiting for that coming fact.

At this moment, Lehmann was the first to rush out, shouting at the referee "Hey, referee, that, that's not one"

With a wave of his hand, the referee pushed Lehmann aside like a boss to drive away a creep, and then ran in front of Sendros, holding the ruby card in his hand aloft.

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar.

Even if the referee took out the red card for a long time, even if he watched the referee approach Senderos step by step, even so, there are still some people who have a trace of luck.

But now, when the fantasy becomes a reality, gun fans are being killed to the fullest.

“unbelievable！”

Even Gerald was in disbelief when he saw this scene.

"Oh my God, even the world's most famous writer wouldn't dare write that! It's incredible! ”

Red dot package, the gunman was sentenced to death.

Senderos had cold hands and feet, like a wooden man, and he had no idea how he got off the court.

Gun fans are no better, from heaven to hell, just one step away.

It was like the two teams were playing Russian roulette, but this time it was Liverpool's turn to shoot.

Cisse was a great finisher, his shot was not of great quality, but the German misjudged the direction.

Even Lehmann had a tendency to move a little earlier the moment Cisse touched the ball, but so what?

The results have not changed.

Seeing the white waves set off on the net, gun fans suddenly felt like they had fallen into an ice hole.

Many fans with poor mental tolerance are crying with red eyes, they are still looking forward to the championship just now, but they can only wash their faces with tears at this moment.

Gerald finally understood why the KOPs were so crazy, it was like a drama, everything was so incredible.

Gerrard, who understood the cause and effect, closed his eyes and said softly, "Alex, Don saved the penalty, and we scored a goal!" ”

At the referee's urging, the Reds players, who had celebrated for more than a minute, finally returned to the field and stood up.

The fourth official on the sidelines held up a sign in the air, and there were six minutes of stoppage time in the final.

"Hey! Did you see that? Six minutes to go, and you can take that damn trophy home!"

Hearing Tang Wu's shout, the other Red Army players also roared.

No one will believe that Liverpool are still thinking about scoring goals at this time, just as no one believes that Arsenal are not thinking about attacking at this time.

The moment Henry kicked the ball, more than four Gunners players ran across the halfway line towards the Liverpool penalty area.

With the exception of Cisse, who was on the rise, the rest of the Reds shrank rapidly.

When the ball came to Ashley Cole's feet, Cole looked up and swept the front of the field and fired a big kick.

Pire, Robin van Persie, Thierry Henry and Patrick Vieira all have a Reds defender around them, and all they have to do is do everything they can to disrupt Arsenal's attack.

If you can break it, you can break it, if you can't break it, you can pull it, if you can't pull it, you can hit it, you can shovel if you can't knock it down, and you would rather foul than disrupt the Gunners' offensive rhythm.

Lehmann and Toure stood one after the other near the center circle of the backfield, and even many of Liverpool's big feet were Lehmann running to pick up the ball. Even if it was kicked out of bounds, it was Lehmann who rushed over and hurriedly threw the ball to Toure.

The battle is in full swing, and as long as the ball is at the Gunners' feet, Arsenal players will fall to the ground.

The Gunners don't have to bother to argue with the referee, they need time, they need goals!

When Pire's hidden low shot from the top of the arc of the penalty area was confiscated by Tang Wu, the whole stadium resounded with a sigh.

"Oh my God, what a god!"

The on-site commentator also has a look of admiration, "At this time, TO's attention is still so concentrated." ”

"If it were another goalkeeper, I might just be able to barely touch the ball."

This time, Pire looked up to the sky and covered his face, and he sighed not because the goal was not scored, but because he was firmly saved by Tang Wu.

The damn Chinese goalkeeper lay motionless on the ground as if he had been shot, and everyone knew he was stalling as much as he could.

Just when the referee lowered his head to count the seconds, Tang Wucai stood up with the ball in his arms and threw the ball in the air.

Patrick Vieira was just about to break for the top when he saw the ball flutter towards the side of the pitch.

Carragher received the ball almost parallel to the small penalty area line, and in full view of everyone, he actually handed the ball back to Tang Wu.

Van Persie gritted his teeth and had to change direction and rush towards Tang Wu.

Tang Wu didn't play tricks this time, but directly handed the ball to Traore, who went down to the other side to catch it.

In this way, the Reds started the game of inverted feet in the backfield.

No one protested against Liverpool's "scoundrels" as Gunners fans were already focused on cheering on the Gunners.

Finally, when the three gunmen rushed forward to force the grab, Tang Wu finally fired a big kick.

Ooh!

What a big kick.

Patrick Vieira watched the ball fly over his head and Toure jumped desperately at the top of the box to get past Cisse and head it back to Lehmann.

Lehmann didn't say a word after receiving the ball, and directly kicked the ball forward.

The Gunners need to attack, they need to shoot, they need to score goals!!

However, Lehmann's big kick was a little crooked, and it was kicked to the right of midfield.

When Piret stopped the ball, he was confronted by a mad Reds.

Even if Pire still had the stamina, he had to pass the ball out.

With the active scrambling of Liverpool's players, the two sides fell into a battle for the midfield.

The Reds were rejoicing in the quagmire, and the gunners were getting more and more agitated.

Eventually, Toure found his way and landed a big kick just five metres in front of the top of the Liverpool penalty area.

However, Henry still didn't take advantage of this opportunity, and Hyypia struggled to the side to push the ball towards Tang Wu.

Tang Wu, who was standing outside the small penalty area, faced the ball that bounced and jumped, and retreated back one by one, until he retreated into the small penalty area, and then stopped the ball with one foot.

Looking at Tang Wu's appearance, Henry gritted his back molars and rushed towards Tang Wu.

Finally, when Henry was about to step on the small penalty line, Tang Wu bent down and held the ball in his arms.

"Oh! , he's a devil! ”

"Fake, Fake, Fake!"

"Mean, vile and shameless villain!"

There was a boo from the gun fans.

In the 6-minute stoppage time, more than 30 seconds were wasted in Tang Wu alone.

"Tang Wu really has the style of a general!" In front of the broadcast screen, Huang Jianxiang couldn't stop sighing.

"That's right, just because he is not in a hurry or impatient, Tang Wu is qualified to be the captain of Liverpool." Zhan Jun also responded again and again.

When the players on both sides were about to fight for sparks, Tang Wu still maintained a normal heart, like a robot doing what a goalkeeper should do at this stage.

He is not afraid of the opponent's eyebrows, does not care about the opinions of the fans, and is not even disturbed by the situation on the pitch.

What kind of ball to kick when, and what situation to make a more appropriate treatment. Tang Wu was like a reassuring pill, comforting the Red Army players on the field.

Benitez grinned on the sidelines, knowing that in this duel, Liverpool had the last laugh.

Professor Wenger's face was calm, and there was no frustration to be seen.

Arsenal, who were unbeaten last season, are all four empty this season, but so what?

As strong as the Red Devils, Manchester United has long been out of fig leaf, so what if I have more Arsenal?

At this moment, Wenger just wants to go back and seriously write a report to the board on the introduction and development of young players, a player like Tang Wu, he really doesn't want to miss it again.

In front of the TV, Ronaldo Jr. was also watching the FA Cup final.

He had no sympathy for Arsenal on the verge of defeat, nor did he have a hint of joy in his heart.

He just watched the goalkeeper who was given a yellow card by the referee, and secretly clenched his fists.

At this moment, it seems that the young talents of the world have imprinted the name "to" in their hearts. Years later, reporters found that many up-and-comers would talk about the game and about a man they wanted to "conquer".

A yellow card, just a symbolic warning.

It is impossible for the referee to send Tang Wu off for this, and this yellow card is for the Gunners players and fans, not for Tang Wu to "use".

After receiving a yellow card, Tang Wu stood there again and delayed for a few seconds.

Then run, kick the ball.

When the last goalball was kicked by Tang Wu over the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, the referee directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"Beep! Beep beep !! ”

"Ulla!"

KOPs are jubilant!

At this moment, all the Liverpool players, coaches, and staff rushed into the stadium together, lifting up every Reds member they saw standing on the pitch and throwing them into the air.

When one Liverpool player after another was thrown up, fans were surprised to find that there was also a man in a white vest and elephant shorts who was thrown up.

Decades later, when a little girl asked her grandfather in a wheelchair about the game, the old man stroked his reading glasses, "and that started with a deliberate handball on the goalline by a man in elephant underwear"

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