Chapter 370: Salty Pig Hand
The Manchester United fans in the stands couldn't be more excited, Jamie Vardy's two goal-line saves in a row were even more important than his goals, and if they had scored both, United would have equalised!
The players on the field of Liverpool are really a little depressed, Manchester United's luck is simply against the sky!
Although both headers were own goals, who would have thought that a Vardy striker would play the role of the goalpost perfectly, blocking both almost inevitable own goals.
Excuse me, is there anything else you wouldn't do?
'It's Jamie Vardy again, it's Vardy again, he's saved Manchester United again with a goal-line save!'
"It's hard to imagine that a striker can do it!"
'Those two goal-line saves could have been treated as two goals, and Vardy's contribution to the equivalent of three goals for United in the first half was incredible!'
"Call Vardy in the future, the walking goalpost!"
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The narrator no longer knew what language to use to praise Vardy, who did what he could never have imagined.
The fans in the middle were also impressed by Vardy's two saves and almost bowed.
'I finally knew that the best position for Jamie Vardy would be the goalkeeper!'
"Well, it's true that Van der Sar's goalmouth selection is a little bit worse than Jamie Vardy!"
"A striker who can score goals and keep his own goal, what should we call him? Doorman? ”
"Liverpool must be desperate, they can't prevent Vardy's goal when they defend, and they can't break through Vardy's goal when they attack......"
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The game continued, and while everyone was amazed by Vardy's genius, Vardy didn't let his guard down at all.
He knows that Ferdinand will never admit defeat under the influence of the system, and he will definitely work tirelessly to engage in own goals.
There is still a long way to go to complete the task.
At the end of the first half, United went into the dressing room with a 2-0 score at home, and it seemed that the game was already in the hands of the Red Devils.
"Jamie, your two goal-line saves are so handsome!"
"Yes, I really want to thank you, I will definitely invite you to dinner tomorrow!"
"It doesn't feel like it's that important in comparison!"
As they walked to the dressing room, their team-mates were once again full of praise for Jamie Vardy's performance.
Vardy smiled at every team-mate, but not for Rio Ferdinand.
Ferdinand was very depressed, even if I almost went into the oolong, it was not such a big fault.
If it weren't for my own goal, you wouldn't have had a great performance.
Besides, I'm not the only one, didn't Vidic almost contribute one, why did you only target me?
I'm not convinced!
If Vardy were to know what Ferdinand was thinking, he would be sprayed with a full face.
Vidic was an accident, are you careful!
Of course, Vardy also knows that Vidic can't be blamed for this, the cheat system controls everything, and Ferdinand can't resist the will of the system, as if he can't go against the system's will.
Haven't you been forcibly transformed into a tease by the system!
In the dressing room, Alex Ferguson explained the tactics of the second half and emphasised the main points, but Vardy's mind was clearly not there.
He's been figuring out how to stop Rio Ferdinand's own goal.
The best way is naturally to get Ferdinand off, but if he goes to Ferguson now to apply for Ferdinand to replace him, it is estimated that the old man will be able to transform into Tyson's ruthless ...... Biting Vardy's ear.
Do you want to interfere with the manager's substitutions?
Dream it!
Therefore, this road is doomed to fail.
It seems that it can only be done secretly.
Let's hope Ferdinand doesn't blame himself!
At the start of the second half, Liverpool began to storm again, and for the Reds, a league opening defeat to their century-old rivals was clearly not something they were willing to accept, even if they were playing on the road.
Naturally, there is no need for Manchester United to be straightforward, the team's focus is more on defence, and the confrontation in the midfield and back has escalated.
After a series of links from the Reds, Alonso's powerful shot was blocked by Vidic and flew off the line, and Liverpool were awarded another corner.
Seeing this scene, Manchester United fans were a little panicked.
I don't know if Manchester United is cursed today or what, Liverpool almost scored directly from several corners.
If it's true that the Reds' corner tactics are so innovative, it doesn't matter if they score directly, the point is that the real threat is all caused by their own people.
Rio Ferdinand almost had an own goal, and Nemanja Vidic followed with a copy-and-paste, and if it hadn't been for Vardy's miraculous appearance on the goal-line, I'm afraid United would have equalised by this time.
So now that Liverpool has won another corner, no one on Manchester United's side can calm down.
Even Ferdinand and Vidic were both worried, wondering if they would be unlucky enough to engage in oolongs, right?
At this point, Vardy knew it was time for him to make a move, and if he allowed Liverpool's corner, he was not sure that he would be able to stop Rio Ferdinand's own goal again.
Ferdinand is entangled with Crouch, who came off the bench, although Crouch's physical confrontation is very poor, but he can't stand up to others, so Ferdinand doesn't dare to be careless.
And just as the two were pulling at each other, Vardy quietly appeared next to them like a shadow, grabbed Crouch's ass through Ferdinand, caressed it, and then withdrew his groping hand with lightning speed.
Crouch was touched by Vardy, he never thought that there would be a salty and wet big guy on the court, and goosebumps all got up.
He turned his head in an instant, but he didn't notice Vardy's movements.
So, who did it?
There is no one else around him except Ferdinand, there is only one truth.
Looking at Ferdinand beside him angrily, Crouch's eyes seemed to be able to eat people, as if Ferdinand had seduced Clancy.
Ferdinand's face was full of innocent expressions, he wasn't pretending, it was true.
Because Mao Crouch looked at himself as if he was going to kill someone, didn't he just pull him a few times, and he couldn't stand it?
Finally, Crouch couldn't help it and hit Ferdinand the shoulder, knocking Ferdinand to a stumbling stumble.
Fei Pengpeng was stunned and angry!
Ya rebelled, huh?
Although the two are England internationals at the same time, Ferdinand's status is far from being comparable to a marginal international like Crouch, and Crouch usually doesn't dare to pretend to be a big clove of garlic in front of Ferdinand!
Where can Ferdinand tolerate others being arrogant on his head, and without saying a word, he gave Crouch a little, and the shoulders of the two hurt painfully.
The players on both sides around are a little confused, this is good, how to play the top bull?
The referee quickly stopped the game, came to the two of them, and each warned them a few words, but did not show them a yellow card, after all, such a small action is normal in a corner kick, as long as it is not too excessive, it is nothing.
"Be careful!" Ferdinand said viciously to Crouch.
And Crouch was not to be outdone and shot back: "Get out, salty wet guy!" ”
Vardy was looking at the two bullfighting men in general, but he was a little dissatisfied.
Shouldn't the referee give one of them a yellow card?
Shouldn't they fight harder?
Vardy didn't think about sending Rio Ferdinand off for a red card, and while that would have done the job, it wasn't in United's interest that United would have to play more and less for the rest of the day.
He wanted to provoke Ferdinand, and it would be better to carry a yellow card, so that Ferguson would definitely replace the emotionally uncontrollable Ferdinand for the sake of safety, so that he could complete the task without blood.
It didn't hurt Ferdinand much, it was just a small half-pitch kick.
Find him a tender model when you find him, and everything will be solved!
If it can't be solved, then two......
Without a doubt, this is the most cost-effective solution.
Even if Ferdinand can't control his impulses, isn't there still Vardy watching from the side, and he will definitely not let him go berserk.
Rio Ferdinand and Crouch are still entangled, and Vardy can only continue to stay on the goalline with trepidation.
Fortunately, this time Liverpool's corner was looking for Carragher, and Ferdinand didn't have a chance even if he wanted an own goal.
Vardy survived another catastrophe, but he knew his plans should be accelerated.
Time is of the essence!
After destroying Liverpool's corner, United played a quick attack, but it was quickly defused by Liverpool, and the two sides engaged in a fierce confrontation in midfield.
But then, Vardy approached Ferdinand and whispered a complaint in his ear.
"When Crouch passed by me just now, he scolded you for being a!"
With that, Vardy ran forward and started to get involved.
Hidden merit and fame!
The rest is left to Ferdinand, and I am sure that this hot-tempered unkempt head will not be indifferent.
Sure enough, in the next defense, Ferdinand, who had already been tempered by him, threw Crouch, who received the ball, to the ground without mercy, and then stood there looking at Crouch condescendingly, his eyes full of contempt.
Crouch was completely furious, you just molested me just now, it's not endless, right?
Angrily getting up, he shoved Ferdinand and pushed him straight back.
Where could Ferdinand suffer such a loss, and pushed it back, and the two almost scuffled together.
Seeing that things had happened as expected, Vardy rushed over to separate the two.
Now it's just right, don't make a big fuss!
It was impossible for players on both sides to watch their teammates suffer, so they rushed over to stand and cheer, and there was chaos on the field.
The referee hurriedly blew the whistle to separate the crowd on both sides, and he didn't want the game he was enforcing to turn into a violent battle.
Once the situation had calmed down, the referee called Rio Ferdinand and Crouch to him, and one showed a yellow card.
The pushing of the two caused a scuffle between the two sides, as the initiators, it was impossible for them to escape punishment, but considering that the two did not really fist and kick each other, the yellow card is more appropriate, and the red card is directly punished, which is a bit too heavy.
Although Ferdinand and Crouch accepted the punishment, they still looked very unpleasantly with each other, and they looked as if they could do it again at any time.
And at this time, the real initiator, Vardy, was snickering on the side.
He knew that his plan had succeeded.