"It's... Manchester United were awarded a controversial penalty in the final moments. ”

Seeing this penalty, Huang Jianxiang was as disgusted as eating a fly.

He remembered that the partner he could only send after that year, and if he had a helper by his side, he would definitely spit out all the depression in his heart.

'Manchester United have won eight penalties this season.' Huang Jianxiang is looking at the data, intending to convey his meaning in this way. "They hit seven of them."

The backstage of the live broadcast room exploded, countless text messages, phone calls and netizen messages, everyone was saying: "Is this the Premier League hegemon?" Kicking but only making small moves? ”

"Black Whistle! That's too much of a bully! Black Manchester United for the rest of my life! ”

"Manchester United is garbage, the Premier League is garbage! How can this kind of team be called a giant? ”

Huang Jianxiang naturally couldn't read this kind of speech, and the backstage staff were also sweating profusely, and they didn't find a single one that met the broadcast standards.

Thousands of miles away, the Chinese broadcast studio is in such a mess, let alone the local Stamford Bridge.

The searchlights around the Blue Bridge have all been lit up, not only to let in the smoke, but also to dispel the impending darkness.

The fans who came to the scene today were quite restrained, and did not make other radical moves except for standing in their positions and protesting loudly.

The security guards on the sidelines were already tense, after all, in this situation, there would be extreme fans who could not control themselves and rushed into the stadium at any time.

In the back-and-forth shots, the counterpart to the ecstatic Ferguson is a distorted face.

The old man, who was usually mild-mannered, became hysterical at this moment, and roared incessantly after the fourth official.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lasley, Wayne has already communicated with the two linesmen, and this is indeed a real foul!" The fourth officer, wearing Little Red Riding Hood, smiled and repeated the same words over and over again, like a tireless repeater.

"A real foul?" Raksli yelled: "So many free kicks before were also real fouls? Are you blind? ”

Seeing Ferguson's beckoning, Ronaldo and Ruud van Nistelrooy ran to the sidelines.

"Rude, you can kick this ball!" For Vanney, Ferguson maintains 100 per cent trust.

"No problem!" Ruud van Nistelrooy turned his head to look at the messy Chelsea bench and nodded confidently.

Ruud van Nistelrooy has scored eight goals in the league this season, and if the last two goal droughts are abandoned, Ruud van Nistelrooy's goal efficiency this season is still quite high.

Of course, compared to other shooters.

"Cristiano, do you have any objections?"

Ronaldo glanced at Tang Wu, who had a grim face on the goal line, and then looked at Ferguson's kind gaze.

"I'm fine." Ronaldo shrugged and moved out of the way.

When Ruud van Nistelrooy stood in front of the penalty spot, Tang Wu's mind immediately recalled the memories of Ruud van Nistelrooy. For Tang Wu, since the penalty has been formed, it makes no big difference whether Ronaldo or Vanney take the penalty.

Right-footed player, superb marksmanship!

Among the videos I have seen before, there are Ruud van Nistelrooy's penalty highlights with other top strikers, as well as Ruud van Nistelrooy's goal record this season.

What impressed Tang Wu the most was the penalty kick that Ruud van Nistelrooy scored two minutes before the end of the game against Arsenal two months ago.

In that game, one of the important reasons why Ruud van Nistelrooy frequently avoided the provocations of other Arsenal players was that he kicked away this penalty that could kill the opponent!

Kicking a penalty is a failure enough, and if you add it to your opponent's punches and kicks, Ruud van Nistelrooy will definitely be the biggest loser.

"It must be a bad taste!"

The mere thought of Gilberto Silva's mocking and exaggerated face in the newspaper sent chills down his spine, and Vanney certainly didn't want to go through it again.

Tang Wu peeked at Fanny, who was bending down to fiddle with the position of the ball, and suddenly a thought popped up: Is he also observing me?

Thinking of this, Tang Wu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an irrepressible thought spread from Tang Wu's mind.

"Perhaps... Such... I guess it works! Thinking of the plan he was about to execute, Tang Wu's whole body was excited.

"Calm down, calm down!" Tang Wuqiang endured to make his appearance look the same as before, and then slowly analyzed the other party according to the existing information.

"He's never going to kick this ball off!" Tang Wu came to the first conclusion.

"Don!" At this moment, Hasselbaink trotted to Tang Wu's side. Pulling and using him as a microphone is to see that he still has sufficient physical strength.

'Of the five penalties Ruud van Nistelrooy has scored in the past, three have been to the left and two to the right. Hasselbaink glanced at Vanney.

"And then?" Tang Wu turned sideways and blocked Vanney's view with Hasselbaink's bald head.

"No more." The Dutch shooter pinched his waist, his face full of impatience.

Chelsea are going to defend in all respects, but the coach is telling Ferguson that Chelsea still have an attacking firepower!

However, Hasselbaink's 'threat' is now a laughing stock and the Red Devils are not concerned about whether the Blues' forward is fit or not. After a desperate attack, a crucial penalty was finally awarded.

"Didn't the coach tell me to pounce left or right?"

"Nope."

"What about Coach Anovan? Didn't he say anything either? ”

"Neither did he!"

"What about you, Jimmy? Any suggestions? ”

Hasselbaink came over to pass a message, and Tang Wu's repeated questions made him even more irritable.

"I didn't either..." Just as he was about to have a seizure, the Dutch shooter suddenly saw Tang Wu's eyes, and swallowed all the complaints back into his stomach at once.

Hasselbaink glanced back at Ruud van Nistelrooy and continued, "TOM, Ruud and I are teammates in the national team, but I really can't give you any advice. He is a natural shooter, and it is no exaggeration to say that at such a close distance, he can kick wherever he wants within the goal frame! ”

"Well, I see, does that mean the coach told me to pounce on the left?" Tang Wu pointed with his finger covertly.

"TOM, you..." Hasselbaink was a little dazed, and he even wanted to touch Tang Wu with his hand to see if he had a fever and was confused.

"Pat me on the shoulder!" Tang Wu said suddenly. "Quick!"

"Oh!"

In this way, after Hasselbaink patted Tang Wu's right shoulder, he walked towards the outside of the penalty area under the urging of the referee with doubts.

"Heh, this kid has already made up his mind, hasn't he?" When Hasselbaink turned to leave, Ruud van Nistelrooy straightened up.

Before a penalty, it is all too common for the coaching staff to make an impromptu analysis based on the past data of the penalty taker and then deliver the message to the goalkeeper.

Especially for a young goalkeeper like Tang Wu, in order to protect the young goalkeeper from taking on psychological pressure too early, the coach often uses "orders" to tell the opponent where to pounce.

Tang Wu's face was grim at first, and after a few words of "finger-pointing" conversation with Hasselbaink, his face changed to an expression of great confidence and death.

Needless to say, this kid must have gotten a "trick" to pull the pinch!

A smile appeared at the corner of Fanny's mouth, a confident smile.

After several urgings from the referee, all the players except Tang Wu and Vanney withdrew from the penalty area.

Tang Wu moved his lower joints, twisted his neck, and began to stand still in the middle of the goal line.

"Nangong, why is Brother Tang's eyes weird?" In the stands, Zhou Haohao immediately saw Tang Wu's abnormality.

"Okay, you don't understand this!" Nangong Yue said proudly, "Before the penalty, the goalkeeper and the penalty taker will exchange their eyes, and the winner will gain greater confidence!" ”

"Then, doesn't that mean Brother Tang..."

"Nope! There is one more exception! Nangong Yue put down the camera in her hand and moved her shoulders, "The current situation is that Fanny wants to "communicate" with Brother Tang, but you see that Brother Tang's eyes have been staring at football, so as to avoid the relaxation of his heart caused by looking at the other party. ”

"Although this is a bit of a confession, compared with those goalkeepers who have seen the eyes of their opponents and panicked, Brother Tang's current situation is good enough!"

"Huh? Is that so? Zhou Hao tilted his neck, "Nangong, you know so much!" ”

"Don't say it, Fanny is going to kick, let's hurry up and pray for Brother Tang!"

After the referee's whistle, the smile on Ruud van Nistelrooy's face grew even louder, as if he had sensed what was on his opponent's mind.

"Don't think it's okay not to look at me! Boy, I've got the ball! ”