The game has come to an end, and Arsenal is eager to press on it and completely crush Everton.

However, the opponent was determined to defend it, and heavy troops were deployed from the periphery of the penalty area, and the penalty area was also full of people, which was impenetrable, so that Arsenal's attack could not hit the key hinterland at all.

Xiaofa and Pire frequently fired outside the penalty area, but they either missed the goal or were directly blocked by the crowd, and it was difficult to pose a direct threat.

Quaresma was also in a hurry, the game was so tough, how could he be easy.

Without a high striker, it seems that they can only use long-range shots to break through the opponent's dense defense, but now Arsenal's long-range shots do not seem to have much effect.

I'll do it anyway!

Quaresma is always the most confident, although his teammates are very strong, but at critical moments, it is better to believe in anyone than in himself.

Talking to Ljungberg, Ljungberg understood, and slowly moved towards the middle, and before he knew it, he took Valente away from the side and closer to the middle.

Quaresma, who was on the right flank, suddenly started up and pulled to the wing, where Carsley followed, but could not prevent Quaresma from receiving a pass from his team-mate.

With a flick and a button, Casley who had just forced over lost the opportunity to steal Quaresma, and then Quaresma immediately walked along the ribs, even though the crowd of defenders in the penalty area was dense, it seemed that Quaresma was not afraid at all.

Valente was taken away by Ljungberg and Osman could only press up, but in front of Quaresma, his defense was clearly a bit childish, at least that's what Quaresma thought.

With a nimble flick of his left ankle and a leap of his body, he dodged Osman's outstretched interception, and Quaresma had elevated the simple dribble to the height of art.

Osman wants to cry, how can he say that he is also a famous defensive titan in the Premier League, but in front of Quaresma, how can he be as easy to coax as a kindergarten child?

Good, let Uncle pass!

Arsenal fans all stood up and watched nervously at what was to happen next on the pitch, as if only Quaresma could save Arsenal now.

Carrying the expectations of so many people, in fact, Quaresma is under a lot of pressure, especially now that the game is going on, and his physical strength is close to exhaustion, he is just holding on.

Gritting his teeth, he can't fall here.

You may lose, but you can't lose halfway!

Holding on to maintain control of his body, he looked up slightly at the positions of the players on both sides in the penalty area, Quaresma did not need to hesitate, or to realize what he had just envisioned.

Since a long-range shot from the front will be blocked, why not try a curling ball from the side?

Originally, the trajectory of the curveball was not easy to master, and the scene of bypassing the opponent's defense was not uncommon, and there was every chance to give Everton a fatal blow.

Raising his right foot and using the last of his strength, Quaresma stabbed the ball hard.

Yes, Quaresma's trick to the outside of the instep curve ball is to poke and then rub it to pull out such a wonderful arc.

But the moment Quaresma stabbed the ball, he screamed badly.

Poke crooked!

Because of the decline in physical fitness that led to a decrease in body control, Quaresma was not able to hit the right position at all, and naturally there was no next arc.

I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, especially at the critical moment of the game, that I would make such a mistake, which was really difficult for Quaresma to accept.

At this time, he couldn't help but think, if he hadn't wasted his physical energy in the fight with the women, then his current situation must be better, would this ball be more certain?

But it's too late to say anything now!

With this lesson, Quaresma felt that if attractive girls appeared in front of him in the future, then he would probably be ...... Still can't help it!

It's useless to say anything else, just keep practicing in the future!

Sooner or later, one day I won't be trapped by my physical strength, and I can rush until the last minute.

But just when Quaresma was a little remorseful, something happened that made him stunned.

Is this the legendary pie in the sky?

It smells so good!

Quaresma's kick was not in a curvature, nor did it fly straight towards the goal.

But the Everton defenders don't know this, how powerful Quaresma's outside instep arc is, although they have not experienced it on the spot, but the shadow of the famous tree, which can be widely recognized by world football, is by no means in vain.

So the Everton defenders did everything they could to stop and they didn't want to lose the game at the last minute.

Finally, Everton defender Lyuboya touched the ball with his foot, and at that moment, he was ecstatic!

I ran into it!

To make herculean efforts to save a critical situation!

I was the biggest contributor to this game!

Come and worship me!

Just when Lyuboya's heart was super excited, the ball was changed by his outstretched foot and went towards the goal.

At that time, the Everton goalkeeper thought that the ball might not fly towards the goal, but the next second Lyuboya gave him a surprise.

Changing direction and refracting into the net left the Everton goal without time to react in the future.

Come and worship...... Come and hit me!

Lyuboya was completely confused, and the ball was actually arched into his door by him, as if the whole world had collapsed, and there was no more life.

Quaresma didn't expect that he missed the shot, but the opponent helped him straighten it out, am I really the legendary Child of Destiny?

I deserved to score?

What else can be cared about, the ball is in, Arsenal is about to win, Quaresma howls violently, rushes to the sideline and has a gliding celebration, pounces on the turf, slides all the way a metre away, and almost smooths his chest.

Teammates also rushed over to join in the gliding celebration, one after another, and it was as if an air raid siren sounded over Highbury Field.

When they got up, everyone hugged each other, bouncing and jumping up and down, so excited that they couldn't even speak.

A smooth victory, far less exciting than the last-minute lore, this feeling, like a hot day from head to toe ice water, all the way to the heart.

Maybe at this time, only Everton's players are like dead fathers, and being killed is like being green, which is so unbearable.

Everyone looked at Lyubaya with indescribable irritability in their eyes.

Do you say you owe your feet?

Seeing that Quaresma's shot is about to fly away, you still stretch out your foot to block!

Are you undercover?

Lyubaya wanted to cry without tears, his face was full of despair, and he really didn't know how to explain it.

Well, my pot!

Beat me to death!