When he returned home after training, Vardy felt that his ass was almost no longer his own, and he grabbed points and fell, even if he practiced into a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, he might not be able to help him die like this!

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In fact, after repeated tests in the past few days, Vardy feels that it is most convenient to score with his butt, because when the butt is pouted, there can be a charging distance, so that the power of the shot is greater......

As for the back and chest, let's not talk about scoring goals or not, first of all, it really hurts!

At the beginning of the home game, facing the relegated Crystal Palace, Everton did not press on all fronts, anyway, the most anxious is Crystal Palace, as long as they maintain their defensive intensity and are ready to counterattack at any time!

Crystal Palace, as Moyes expected, even lost his life in order to relegate, and dared to press Everton at Goodison Park.

So in the third minute, Everton used a sharp counterattack to show Crystal Palace what it means to be unprovoked.

After Everton broke the ball, Vardy dribbled all the way to the ribs, just as Beatty outflanked it, and Vardy crossed with a kick, such a breathless counterattack is what Everton do best.

Had it not been for Beattie's lack of reaction to the thought that Vardy would not be able to pass the ball and struck a plane in a hurry, Everton would have had a dream start.

Looking at Beattie with an apologetic expression on his face, Vardy really couldn't bear to criticize a strong man who was more than 185 tall, in fact, Vardy was afraid that he would not be able to beat him.

The originally menacing Crystal Palace suddenly turned from a downhill tiger to a kitten, where do they dare to continue to press Everton, unless they really want to be relegated.

As a result, the anticlimactic Crystal Palace retreated, handing over control of the midfield to Everton, and the visitors counter-attacked.

Then it became the performance time of Everton's pseudo-strong team, Moyes waved his hand, and Everton attacked in full.

Vardy is not too worried about the outcome of the game, the difference in strength between the two teams is obvious, even if Everton is free, it will not be impossible to get out of the way.

So the most important thing he should think about is how to score goals from other positions.

Jamie Vardy, who was thinking about all kinds of fancy goals, had unknowingly rushed into the small penalty area of Crystal Palace.

At that moment, Carsley crossed and saw that the ball landed in his place, Vardy met the incoming ball, subconsciously stabbed it with his foot, and the ball flew directly under the Crystal Palace goalkeeper into the goal.

At that moment, Goodison Park was boiling, everyone's passion burst out, and the cheers were earth-shattering.

Teammates rushed over to hug Vardy, and such a clean goal directly booked the victory of the game.

But Vardy was still alone......

Did I score?

Foot-in?

Why do I owe so much to my feet?

Why Mao just wanted to stretch his feet?

Oh my mission!

Vardy wanted to cry without tears, the task required more goals from other positions than with his feet and his head, and now he scored with his feet, which means he had to score two goals from other positions!

What the hell is this called!

At this moment, Vardy really can't cry if he wants to!

When his teammates around him were smiling, Vardy's expression as if he had died was completely out of place with his surroundings.

The team-mates were surprised, but when they thought about it, they seemed to understand Vardy again.

Yes, Crystal Palace is such a fishy team, even if it scores, there is nothing to celebrate, you know, my big Vardy can score a hat-trick against Chelsea.

Who can read the sadness in Vardy's heart?

Crying and sad, Vardy felt that he was now the most miserable professional player in the world, being devastated by the system every day, and he was about to develop unhealthy.

"Score, laugh, don't look like you're out of love!" Kasley couldn't understand Vardy's sad expression and patted him on the shoulder casually.

Hey, what you said is easy, try it instead, and make sure you can't cry.

But at this point, Vardy knew that even if he cried the Great Wall, the system would not pity him.

Instead of that, think about how to complete the task next!

Looks like I'm going to have to do my ultimate kill!

Vardy's eyes became determined, and once again there was a devouring light.

Ba God can score goals with his shoulder, so I can't?

But on second thought, copying Ba Shen's shoulder to score a goal could be dangerous.

Balotelli shot with his foot first, and after being pounced, he poked the ball in with his shoulder so easily.

But what if I shoot first and Nima breaks the goal?

It's not impossible, and it's still very likely!

If I really scored directly, I could almost be on my knees!

Thinking about it, Vardy feels that the system is cheating, scoring goals in other parts is unavoidable, relying more on luck and timing, and forcing like himself is either self-defeating or nothing......

Hey, it seems that Ba Shen also has a classic goal, after passing the goalkeeper, he stopped the ball in front of the goal, turned around and sent the ball into the goal with his heel.

You can also follow suit, after throwing off everyone with a single knife, stop the ball in front of the goal, and then use the polin cover or some other position to serve, isn't it appropriate!

The key thing to pay attention to is that you must be fast, otherwise you will just pose and someone will kick the ball away......

Well, this is okay, fans may feel that they are second-hand, but considering their previous comic behavior, it is probably understandable.

However, the crux of the matter is not here, but the attitude of the opponents, Crystal Palace.

Now Crystal Palace is the lagging side, although it seems that they are eager to attack, but tossing and turning, it is still that half-dead virtue, and Everton can't fight back at all.

That's nerve-wracking.

There was no way, Vardy could only crouch in the small penalty area, transform into a point-grabbing striker, and wait for his teammates to feed him.

However, others eat bread with their heads and feet, but he can only choose to use his buttocks......

Teammate crosses, Vardy pouts, aims, arches-

That's Vardy's standard point-grabbing model.

However, as Cahill had predicted, no one could have imagined that Jamie Vardy would shoot in such a way, and they stretched out their feet to block the kick.

Then, one foot was kicked at the ball, and the ball went straight to Vardy's butt, while the other foot didn't touch the ball at all and went straight to Vardy's butt......

At this moment, Vardy's ass was hit hard in a row, and the **-like feeling of comfort almost made Vardy roar.

"Referee, they kicked me in the ass, isn't that a penalty?" The sad Vardy clinged to the last glimmer of hope and wanted to appeal to the referee.

"Uh, you took the initiative to send your ass up, I don't care!"

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