Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"boom!"

Anfield seemed to explode, shaking the ground.

"2 to 0!"

"I don't know how to describe this goal. It's too exaggerated and too dramatic." Lao Zhan looked at Suarez, who was still in a daze, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehe, Suarez may not realize that he can score a goal as long as he stands in the penalty area." Pony also covered his mouth and hid his smile.

"Based on the current score, Liverpool can achieve a record of all victories against BIG6. With such a record, it can be said that the league championship is already firmly in the bag!"

After Lao Zhan finished speaking, he took a sip of tea happily, feeling happy.

On the pitch, Suarez was already surrounded by his teammates.

"Bull Bee~"

"Fuck, how did you do it?"

"Still pretending??"

Let's turn the timeline back 30 seconds to when Lindy was "riding" on De Jong's head.

Suarez is looking for a supplementary shot in the penalty area.

As a striker floating on the offside line, he has absolutely excellent nose in front of goal.

At the moment when I saw Lindy fighting for the top, although I was a little shocked, I was still able to judge the path of the ball.

Following the direction the football flew in, he turned his head and started it instantly.

But the moment he turned his head, the football hit his head "precisely", refracting "hanging" into the goal.

Perfectly avoiding his sight of looking for "traces".

Joe Hart could only put his hips on his hips and sigh at this moment, you were so f---ing confused, I would admit it when you entered.

what is this?

Netizens also caught the horse one after another:

"It's the first time I've seen a cavalry header on the field since I've grown up so much. Could it be that Lindy has been possessed by Carter?"

"Isn't this too exaggerated? Although De Jong's height is only 174, he can play basketball with his physical fitness, right?"

"I was thinking about a question, what would happen if De Jong couldn't hold back and jumped up hard at this time???"

"Upstairs, haven't you seen Dragon Ball?"

"Hiss~ Don't say it, it hurts just thinking about it!"

Aguero looked at the celebrating crowd, lowered his head and smiled wryly, "It's still the same."

However, he immediately raised his head again with firm eyes.

Mancini couldn't sit still anymore, he paced back and forth on the sidelines and waved his hands from time to time.

Even a three-year-old could tell he was nervous and angry.

Two goals behind at Anfield, the situation has become very bleak.

The game continues.

Accompanied by the singing at the scene, Liverpool's attacks came one after another, as if an endless wave completely smashed the balance of the game.

This is Anfield, the scales don't exist.

The game time is 31 minutes.

The itchy Lindy finally tried a long shot from outside the penalty area.

After all, anyone who sees Joe Hart can't help it, can't they?

But this shot was saved by the opponent steadily, and Clichy stopped on the edge of the penalty area and faced the frontcourt and made a clearance.

Just as the Liverpool players were still slowly retreating, a figure rushed out of the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

The football flew across the half and bounced back to Liverpool's half.

Coates, who was about to catch the ball with his back, was just about to catch the ball with his right foot, when a touch of blue flashed, the football was cut off!

"Hey, a mistake by the Liverpool defender!"

"Single sword!"

"Aguero!"

"The goalkeeper has struck, let's look at the ball."

Lin Di, who was trying to catch up, had no choice but to turn off the [God-level Prediction], the distance was too far.

Faced with such a mistake by the defender, he was also very helpless.

Now it's all about De Gea.

"Shoot!"

"Coates has tried his best to chase after him, but he still can't make up for it!"

"2 to 1, Manchester City pulled back a game."

"This ball is too inappropriate. The young Coates will have to pay for his growth."

After scoring, Aguero just glanced at De Gea, then rushed to the visiting stands.

While running, he jumped up high and shouted angrily.

As if to vent out the turbulent emotions in the body.

The young Coates knelt directly inside the goal line, which was his poor performance in two consecutive games.

The Liverpool players could only express their helplessness, the ball was too inappropriate, even if it was passed back to the goalkeeper, they just waited for the ball.

"Sebastian! Comeon!"

Coates, who was in great pain, seemed to hear someone calling his name, slowly raised his head, and saw fans waving to him in the red stands behind the goal.

His face was a little hot, and he stepped forward with a frustrated expression.

At this time, even if you are scolded, you deserve it.

"Hey, Boy Comeon!" The fans in the first row called solemnly, and the leaders were only short of a motorcycle and a pistol.

Seeing this scene, Coates squatted down, but he still gritted his teeth and approached slowly.

Lindy saw Coates walking towards the fans at this time, and immediately followed. He was worried that the excited fans would do something irrational.

But something happened that he didn't expect.

The burly-looking man just hugged Coates, as if to...comfort? ?

The live broadcast also switched to this place, and the scene that everyone was worried about did not happen, and there was even someone shouting "Sebastian, come on!"

"Oh? What did I see..." After a moment of silence, Lao Zhan said in a low voice: "I think the fans should watch this scene."

"At this moment, I also want to be on the scene, and together with them, pass on my emotions and strength to every young player on the field."

"We always talk about going in both directions, whether it's love, friendship, or family affection."

"I... really envy."

Xiao Ma looked at Lao Zhan, whose eyes were a little red, and felt sorry for him. He really loved him.

And on the court, the strong man held Coates' head in both hands: "Look at my eyes, kid, look at my eyes!"

He stared closely at Coates' young and immature face: "You haven't failed, understand? This is football. Scoring and being scored are both things that will inevitably happen in this game."

"Maybe now, maybe in a while, it always comes in."

"But courage and fighting spirit will not disappear, blood and passion will not disappear, children, don't let a small setback knock you down!"

"Anfield, accept defeat, but don't accept being knocked down!"

"do you understand?"

Coates nodded with red eyes, but his eyes became more and more determined.

"Lin, don't blame him, give him a chance!" At this moment, Lindy had already stood behind Coates, standing with him.

"Yes, Lin, this guy is 2 years younger than you!"

Lindy nodded with a smile, secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but her heart became warm.

"Sebastian!" I don't know who started to shout, and then, the whole stands shouted the name of this young teenager to cheer him up!

"Sebastian!"

"Sebastian!"

The Manchester City players on the other side looked at these Liverpool fans a little bit hellishly.

The joy brought by the goal just now was quickly diluted, such a home court, such fans, such a team.

It's terrible.

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