Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 474 Sword Light ([-])
The on-site commentator yelled from the car radio. After carrying the passengers, Corrat parked the car on the side of the road. This idiot! Free kick must be scored! Tottenham must win! Arsenal bastards eat shit!"

The sound of "Di——" rang for more than ten seconds before he raised his hand and put his ear close to the radio.And his car has attracted the attention of many passers-by, even a traffic policeman.

The traffic policeman just glanced at the license plate and laughed. He walked up to the car and knocked on the window.The car window didn't open obediently, so he turned his eyes to the inside of the car, and found that Corrat was concentrating on the radio with his sweaty fists clenched...

Korrat felt someone staring at him, so he rolled down the window, only to see a traffic policeman glaring at him.He grinned and saluted the policeman by the way: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer! What's the matter?"

"I knew it was you again, Korrat, what are you doing..."

The policeman suddenly heard a nervous but excited voice speaking on the radio in the car: "...This is the most critical moment, the outcome depends on it..."

He suddenly leaned on the car door and asked, "What's the score?"

"3:3!" Corrat stretched out his hands to the traffic policeman, with three fingers on each hand, but he didn't look at the other person, his attention was always on the radio.

"A draw?" The traffic policeman was a little surprised. He knew that Tottenham's opponent in this game was the Gunners Arsenal. There is no Englishman who likes football in the North London Derby, and he is no exception.To his surprise, the score turned out to be a tie, which is really rare. You must know that as long as Arsenal and Tottenham, the "enemies of life and death", meet, they will not stop unless one of them is put to death.

"That's right, Mr. Police Officer! Those bastards next door are so shameless that they set up a bucket formation at White Hart Lane. If it weren't for this, they would have gone to the [-]th floor of hell... Ha, those hypocrites And today? They’ve lost all face, what a joy!” Korrat sat in the driver’s seat dancing and cursing, and then he slapped the horn again...

"Noise, Korrat!" the policeman slammed on the roof of the taxi and scowled at the driver, "No parking here, Korrat, if you don't want to get a ticket, I think you... "

"Don't be noisy!"

Before the policeman could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Corrat. When he was about to find trouble with this thorny driver, he quickly gave up and even leaned on the car window His head extended a little toward the inside of the car.

Because, at this time, a voice came from the radio broadcast: "... Mo stood in front of the ball... run-up..."

In fact, the commentator said that this was a "PK" between two people. In fact, Mo Fei was very confident and calm, and it was impossible to see that he was about to kick a free kick to determine the status of "who is the boss in London". Almunia, who should not be under much pressure, seemed extremely nervous. When he was walking towards the goal, he almost fell over on the flat turf.

He Ping, the commentator of CCTV-5, couldn't help shaking his head and sighed when he saw this scene: "Almunia lost half before the free kick was kicked. Could Fei's deterrence is indeed enough to shock people, standing in the original position The ground will make the opponent's legs weak in fright, which is why other Huaxia players can't see it at all."

Duan Xuan interjected and said, "They will only see players from other teams getting scared!"

Could it be that he is not without a little nervousness, and his nerves are not just made of iron, but he is a person who is confident enough in himself after all. He has even won the German Double Championship. This is not the final. Much nervous.Therefore, psychologically, he is not as worried about gains and losses as Almunia, and he is as open-minded as he is lucky to gain and lose his life.

The free kick is less than three meters away from the penalty area, and the distance is a bit close. If you kick a curve ball, the football may fly over the goal before it falls from such a short distance. Teammates cooperate, one person dials horizontally, and the other kicks the door.However, Mo Fei's free kick stunt is famous in England, and none of his teammates rushed to help. Seeing their relaxed appearance, it seems that they are waiting to cheer and celebrate.

Mo Fei retreated to five meters away from the penalty spot, and calmly observed the goalkeeper Almunia's position, and then looked at the position of the human wall. Launched 9.14 meters, but the referee Klundberson did not point it out.But Mo Fei didn't protest, he had already figured out how to play, and the human wall would not have any effect on his penalty.

Mo Fei opened his run-up posture, rushed towards the football with thunderous force, and then drew a ground rolling ball with his right foot, and went straight to the lower left corner of the goal.

"... run-up... shot..." The announcer's high-pitched roar came from the broadcast at the scene.

Almunia was standing on the left side of the goal. Murphy's free kick hit his side instead of going around the wall and hitting the near corner.

Although Mo Fei kicked a curved ball, but this curved ball is a slight arc, which can avoid the wall and win purely with speed and strength.Almunia is 1.9 meters tall. He saw a white line flying towards him against the turf. He fell down and tried to stop the ground ball, but his falling speed was as slow as centuries. Before his body hit the ground, the football flew past his ribs.

4: 3!

Mo Fei's free kick easily blasted through the gate guarded by Almunia, staged a hat-trick in the first North London derby in his life, and helped the team beat the rival Arsenal at the last moment!

After scoring the goal, Mo Fei raised his arms high and roared to the sky, like a god on the court descending to earth.His performance today is indeed like a "miracle".

The Tottenham players rushed towards Murphy excitedly, Lennon jumped on Murphy, Bale hilariously did a shoe shine for Murphy, Dawson and Murphy hugged each other tightly, even in the penalty area Cudicini was also kneeling on the grass, constantly raising his arms and shouting wildly.

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! GOAL! Lore! Lore! Lore! Mo's flying knife completely killed Arsenal! The cold knife light, the icy flying knife, wonderful! Victory belongs to Tottenna M-Tottenham!"

The Arsenal fans in the stands let out earth-shattering shouts in unison. They had held their breath for this goal for nearly a minute. At this moment, they finally vented their enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts!Because, they are about to win, and they are about to defeat Arsenal, the century-old enemy, and trample them on the turf of White Hart Lane!

"Mo! Mo! Mo! Great King of White Hart Lane!"

"Mo, long live our patron saint!"

"Great Tottenham, great Mo! Victory! Victory! Hooray!"

"You bastards of Arsenal, go to hell! This is White Hart Lane, where you will be buried!"

Although he was mentally prepared for this goal, Redknapp still couldn't control his excitement. He habitually punched and roared on the sidelines, jumping back and forth, but when he saw the substitute who was so excited that he lost his mind When the player and assistant Kevin rushed into the field screaming like crazy, he was also stunned, and then joined them with a shout...

The Arsenal players showed desperate expressions on their faces. Almunia lay on the ground and did not get up. The players lining up the wall squatted on the ground collectively. Some shook their heads and some sighed.The young Walcott and Nasri even lay down on the ground and began to sob softly.For them, the glory of Arsenal is the most shining in London. They can have no championship, they can lose 37 rounds in the entire league, but there is one game that must be won, and that is the North London Derby.But now, they were humiliated by their opponents for 10 minutes, but at the last moment, they still couldn't stop the crazy Tottenham from winning...

Professor Wenger sat on the coach's bench after playing all the cards, and no longer cared about the competition between the two sides on the court. In his opinion, he has done everything he can, and the outcome can only be determined by God's will.He felt that he would no longer be excited or uncomfortable because of the victory or defeat, but now...he found out that he was so fragile.He looked dejectedly at the Tottenham players who were running to celebrate, and at the Arsenal players who were filled with expressions of frustration and despair, shaking his head helplessly and sighing.He knew that in this North London derby, Arsenal lost!Lost so completely!
The referee Klundberson also knew that it was meaningless to continue the stoppage time. In fact, the stoppage time time had passed.Without any hesitation, he blew three short and two long final whistles.

It's just that his whistle has been completely submerged in the boiling noise of White Hart Lane. Under the blue sky, the frustrated Arsenal players are just a foil, and the crazy celebration of Tottenham fans and players is here theme, they ran to their heart's content, laughed to their heart's content, and enjoyed the moment of victory to their heart's content...

"GOAL!!! Beautiful! We won! Long live Spurs!"

Hearing the cheers of the goal coming from the radio, Corrat danced excitedly in the driver's seat again.

"Drip~~"

Without exception, he hit the horn again.

The ear-piercing noise calmed down Korrat. Of course, it also stopped the traffic policeman who was also jumping and cheering on the spot.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and then Corrat got out of the car. He knew that he was in serious trouble today, violating regulations, making noise, and talking to the police... Oh my god, think about it The upcoming fine is a headache.But soon he laughed again. He felt that the news of Tottenham's victory was the most important thing, even if he paid a high fine for it, it was worth it!

"Okay, Korrat, now it's time to talk about your problem...Although we won the game, I think you should accept something..." The policeman took out his notebook, and then picked up a pen and wrote on it What is written.

"Hey, Mr. Police Officer, can you accommodate me once..." Corrat smiled wryly, raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, and said with an apologetic smile on his face: "Today is a good day for Tottenham to defeat those bastards, I said Man, can you stop spoiling the scenery like this?"

Corrat was just in a habitual "dying struggle". He never thought that the other party would show mercy because of his "crying".

But to his surprise, the traffic policeman suddenly stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, then tore off the half-written ticket, crumpled it up and threw it on the side of the road, and patted his face Surprised Colerat's shoulder: "Well, man, forget it this time. Tottenham can win the derby is indeed a big thing to celebrate and commemorate, so... thank you Tottenham, they made me change I made a decision...don't violate the rules in the future."

(End of this chapter)