A sliding tackle at the beginning, I am a star in Great Britain

Chapter 164 From restricted area to restricted area!World conservation is now doubled!
"GOALLLLLL~~~
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLL~~~
"Wang, wang, wang, wang..."

Martin Taylor didn't describe Wang Shen's goal in any way, he just kept calling Wang Shen's last name.

But that's enough for England fans who don't want and can't hear more.

The whole of England exploded!

Everyone is cheering, everyone is roaring.

Generous bar owners waived all orders, and even stingy ones offered a glass of wine to the fans present.

People stopped in the mall, and people hugged each other in the coffee shop.

Never has England been so united.

"wang~"

"wang, wang~~~"

"wang, wang, wang~~~"

All England roared.

The whole British peninsula was trembling.

"Well done, King, well done..."

Wang Shen just ran to the sidelines and opened his arms to the fans.

Rooney jumped up from behind and almost brought Wang Shen down.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

It was followed by a piece of national curse that Wang Shen was familiar with, and he knew it was Welbeck without even thinking about it.

"Oh!"

Unable to withstand the two impacts, Wang Shen fell to the ground without accident.

Behind Gerrard, Milner, and Beckham one after another piled up on top of Arhats.

Ashley Cole also ran up and jumped on top.

But then Ferdinand, who ran up, couldn't pounce on him because Piccolo caught him.

"Get 'em to tee off, Leo, game..."

"Fuck the game, we won."

Ferdinand ignored Pique, turned around and left.

Although the two had a brief cooperation at Manchester United, Ferdinand did not have a good impression of Pique.

From the first day of entering Manchester United, this guy thought about how to return to Barcelona.

Go to Nima's Barcelona!

If you like Barcelona so much, why do you still come to Manchester United?
Pique made himself boring, but still did not give up.

He tried to influence the referee.

But the referee already had several Spanish players around him, so he could only give up.

The referee, surrounded by Spanish players, was shaking his head constantly.

funny.

As soon as the Arhats are stacked, you ask them to stop.

Why?
Spain is insane.

England is not in a hurry.

They can't wait to spend the rest of the time celebrating, but this is obviously impossible.

The game restarted at the 85th minute.

England celebrated for a full 3 minutes.

Because of happiness, but also to delay time.

And when the game restarted, Wang Shen completely let go of himself.

He began to run without hesitation, from the frontcourt to the backcourt, his shadow was everywhere.

As long as the football is still under the Spanish player's feet, he will go up and tackle it.

Either there is a chance, or there is no chance.

He won't give up the chase.

Once during.

He scooped the ball straight from Busquets' feet.

With only two central defenders in front, Wang Shen made a threatening through ball.

But Casillas saved Rooney's one-handed goal.

Just a little bit.

After Rooney failed to complete the goal, he roared and stomped loudly, looking extremely angry.

He wasn't angry at others, he was just blaming himself.

That regrettable shot has become one of Rooney's classic images.

But fortunately, Spain failed to score in the subsequent game.

If Spain comes back, Rooney's remorseful shot will be even more classic.

In the 89th minute of the game, the fourth official held up the stoppage time sign.

6 minutes.

Not too long, not too short.

Spain still have time, but England won't give them a chance.

If England changes from an offensive formation to a defensive formation.

Maybe they need more adjustments, or maybe they need more time to adapt.

but no.

From the first minute of the game, England played a defensive counterattack.

Gerrard even gave up his offensive ability for this.

Spain's hopes are getting slimmer, but they still haven't given up.

attack.

attack.

Apart from attacking, Spain doesn't want anything else.

Wang Shen also tried to fight back, but it didn't work.

In this way, time passed, and the whole of Spain almost passed the halftime.

Slowly, Ramos also rushed to halftime.

In the Spanish half, there are only Pete, the goalkeeper, and one of the left and right full-backs.

The defense was so lax, but Wang Shen had no chance to counterattack.

Because of the Spanish attack, it emerged like a frenzy.

'6 minutes...'

"5 minutes..."

"4 minutes..."

Wang Shen silently counted the time and tried his best to defend with the last ounce of strength.

But he is so tired.

It's offensive and defensive.

90% endurance, after all, has a limit.

The ability of the quasi-ball king is still fundamentally different from the ball king.

Substitution?

Wang Shen thought so, but do England have better players?

If the score falls behind again, does England have the ability to beat the opponent in stoppage time?

Wang Shen didn't think so, so...

In the 5th minute of stoppage time, Alba tried to advance on the left.

He used a long pass to pass the ball directly to the front of England's banned midfielder.

Amos stands here and holds Rooney to complete the return pass.

Then he turned and sprinted, trying to get into the penalty area looking for a chance to score with a header.

but!

Wang Shen did not give him such a chance.

Standing three steps behind Rooney, he rushed up without any hesitation.

The moment the two crossed each other, Wang Shen raised his right arm and swung his elbow vigorously.

This is a malicious foul from any angle.

But Wang Shen did it, and he did it recklessly.

"click~"

Wang Shen clearly heard the cracking sound, which came from Ramos' nasal bone.

The eyes of those standing nearby widened.

Whether it was the English players or the Spanish players, they all looked shocked.

But Wang Shen didn't show any expression.

He just sprints towards the football where no one is paying attention, kicking the ball out of bounds with a big foot.

"What are you doing on horseback?"

Fabregas rushed over to question Wang Shen.

"Go to Nima!"

Without saying a word, Wang Shen just punched him.

If there is nothing morally wrong with an Englishman playing a Spaniard under any circumstances, it is only playing Cesc Fabregas.

And in this matter, the French will side with England.

"Captain, calm down!"

Gerrard immediately hugged Wang Shen, and other England players also ran over quickly.

It was not to stop Wang Shen, but to stop the Spanish siege.

And Wang Shen has long since lost any impulse.

Seeing Ramos lying on the ground covering his nose, Wang Shen didn't show any expression.

In his heart, there is only one line of lyrics churning:

What is lost will never return, and the world is conserved and now it will be doubled.

Wang Shen felt that it was not good enough to come back for revenge in the Champions League a year later.

If he can't hurt Ramos in this game, he even feels that revenge is meaningless.

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle and showed a red card without hesitation.

But before that, Wang Shen had already turned and left.

Could this not be a red card?

Wang Shen had already thought of the result before he was impulsive, and he even took the time to check the time.

everything……

It's all about winning!
(End of this chapter)