Bobby, who had a three-goal lead, arched his back and shouted at Pierce.

He jogged along his familiar midfield line, balancing with his worn shoes, listening to his heart's beat, taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly. Relax, he told himself, observe. Bobby watched Pierce approach, his eyes full of alarm.

The former Tottenham player is tough to play against, and looking at Rudiger's broken shoes and socks, and the grass green marks on his knees from the fall, Harry Kane's junior brother has inherited Tottenham's usual style, dexterity and intelligence, which is very different from England's traditional tall centre-forward.

Pierce had been watching him: lingering around the centre circle for a while, through the heavily packed midfield, into the fight zone of three or four people, muscles and sweat coexisting, walking to the side, following the white touchline in the linesman's gaze, following the ball from left to right, and from right to left, he saw the solid camp of Vardy and Mendy who kept turning back and running, the stadium was full of people, and there were a few people who didn't have a good sense of position who didn't know where they were at all, but fortunately most of them were from Cardiff City, and Mustafi was like that in the first half. Hydward was furious.

However, everyone is different. Bobby was caught, for the first time in the game, with Rudiger on the left and Freel on the right, and beyond them was a large open field that he had always dreamed of. Pierce was not far behind, observing, he repeated in his mind, not in a hurry. He needs to see how his former junior is doing and how he will play in the game that he will play in the next moment.

When Bobby was only three steps away from Frere, the little guy burst out. First to the left, then to the right, Freire blocked the right and then the left, cutting off his way of escape. As luck would have it, Bobby hit both of them with real knives and guns, and there were no feints. He took another half step back, then adjusted his center of gravity in an attempt to get the ball slipping between Frere's legs. Opportunity! Pierce wasn't looking, he used his fastest speed to move to a place where he could catch the ball, and it was a place where his teammates could see when they looked up, and then ran while scanning the situation with his eyes, and in the middle circle stood two defenders from Cardiff City, who were really pressed forward, and the two people in the midfield walked aimlessly, occupying the position, but the two full-backs played meticulously. On the Portsmouth side, Vardy is entangled with a full-back, hard work is a good thing, but he still hasn't really learned how to play a striker, if Icardi is replaced by him, he must be in the deadliest position at the moment, then there is indeed a person, Louis Brent, Pierce probably has a spectrum in his heart.

"You can't beat me like that." Frell knew that he didn't lose his position, and the opponent's first speed didn't get up, coupled with the advantage of the number of people in the penalty area, how could there be any reason to lose, and the rest would depend on whether the ball was broken cleanly. At the moment when Bobby began to get rid of it, Freel made a move, his center of gravity shifted to the left, his fingers brushed shoulders, he went around him, his feet were not slow at all, Bobby did not pass the ball. He threw himself to the ground, raised his hands for a foul, and Freyer glanced at Mr. Atkinson's whistle in his mouth without blowing, and the game was not interrupted.

He could see where Pierce was at a glance, and Cardiff City reacted quickly, quickly organizing their defence to retreat, setting up the first barrier in the centre circle and the second and final in the 30-metre zone. Freer realized he didn't have any room to adjust, he almost staggered, his legs swinging forward, and the ball slid like an eel.

The ball was passed ...... It's pretty! It's not about power, it's about speed, it's about skill, it's about the time to pass! The quality of the turf was not particularly good, the ball was bouncing with a little bit, probably to Pierce's position, he didn't hesitate, the "bang" football was knocked out, Pierce put a hand on his eyebrow and raised his head as if looking at something, that's where the ball flew. At this moment, Pierce became calm, if he wanted to find a bench to sit down, the sound of the pursuers in his ears rang, it was too late to stop him. When he first came to Portsmouth, he often had nightmares, dreaming that he was lost in the endless starry sky, and his agent said that the Premier League was smaller than the Championship, because there were only 20 teams in the Premier League, but there were 24 teams in the Championship, but in his dreams, the 20 stars of the Premier League were so big that it was like a labyrinth, and he would feel like he was roaming the gloomy halls, walking down the endless spiral staircase, those magnesium lights, those pounds and dollars, those long legs that swallowed everything alive. He still remembers the first time he came to the Premier League, Manchester United, as a young player, nervously had a nosebleed, and when he entered the box, he didn't seem to be that important, those Nike and Budweiser executives were close to Ferguson one by one, and finally only a waiter in a black suit asked: "Do you bet?" ”

This is the only memory he has of the Premier League, going there for a trial, Alex Ferguson has been in charge of Manchester United for more than 20 years, and the players who have tried out are not tens of thousands, but after this fantasy trip, the agent bought him a Manchester United scarf as a souvenir, and this season's FA Cup, he tied such things to the railing of Old Trafford.

Oh, Premier League!

When I was young, I always had such a dream, a show of fame with a goal, but all the guys who dreamed like this, the next end was extremely bleak, they traveled around, club after club, Rory's chatty staff, broken refrigerator and washing machine, visas, contracts, and kind black teammates, everyone was bullied, and naturally the relationship was better.

Sometimes it's better not to dream.

The ball flew farther and farther until it fell, and Pierce was the only one left in the green. He took two steps forward and decided to stay there and count to ten, when he could celebrate the goal with joy.

As he counted to four, there was a gasp in the stands, with the ball behind the last defence, Brent there, and even worse, not offside, with a full-back trailing behind.

Brent had already seen the goal in front of him, Pierce instantly forgot where he counted, he could only widen his eyes, and then closed again, this is the moment for young people, all the old guy can do is send you one last ride! Louis. Brent at this moment as if Cristiano. Ronaldo possessed, he aimed at the bottom right corner of the goal and expelled all the fears that belonged to Portsmouth!

The game is still going on, but Portsmouth is back to life.

3-1 In the 75th minute of the second half, the aggregate score was 3-5, and the side with no choice became Cardiff City again.

Heidward's heart gradually returned to his stomach, and in the last twenty minutes, he replaced Riyad Mahrez and Icardi in quick succession, as if a rainstorm had extinguished the courage and determination of the Blue Jays, but Cardiff City could no longer play the thrilling of the first half.

Light rain, Neil. Warnock stood on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, his messy hair, and his calm eyes, he must have been watching something............