football killer

Chapter 86

In the remaining few minutes, neither side had any good chances to score goals, and they could only end the first half with a 1:1 draw.

During the half-time break, Houllier repeatedly emphasized the danger of Chelsea's double forwards Zola and Gudjohnsen, as well as the long-range lethality of midfielder Lampard.Irving and Litmanen went to the wing to act as wingers, and George acted as a center.

The game just started in the second half, and Liverpool got a good chance to score and almost overtook the score.

In the 47th minute of the game, Gerrard made a precise long pass. The ball passed all players except Chelsea goalkeeper Cudicini and rolled towards Chelsea's penalty area.

Relying on his own explosive power, George finally forcibly threw off Desailly's pull, caught up with the ball, and began to form a single shot.

Just when George was about to enter the penalty area, Chelsea defender Gallas caught up with George with his own speed. Seeing that George was about to enter the penalty area to shoot, the impatient Gallas directly outside the penalty area, with a dangerous action of a very fierce back tackle, brought George down.

"Damn it, you're quite arrogant, you want to destroy me. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude." George, who fell on the ground, thought of Gallas' brutality to him just now. If he wasn't smart, he might really be injured.

You must know that I heard the analysis of Owen and Beckham last time, this time I am very likely to enter the national team because Keegan is the head coach of England. If I am injured now, I will still be in trouble.

Thinking of this, George quickly hugged his ankles with his hands, rolled around on the ground with his body arched, and groaned from time to time, as if he wanted to tell everyone that this kid Gallas fouled himself very seriously this time, and I am in pain now.

"What are you doing, you butcher." Seeing George's painful expression, Owen and Gerald, who are good buddies, rushed to George's side and checked George's situation. Gerald yelled at Gallas, the "murderer".Although the honest man Owen didn't yell at Gallas like Gerald did, but his eyes were fixed on Gallas, exuding a murderous look.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" As the captain of Chelsea, more importantly, Gallas is Desailly's little compatriot. Desailly immediately ran over, blocked Gallas behind him, and stared at Gerrard with wide eyes, as if Gerrard would strike if he said one more word.

"What are you all doing, what are you doing?" The referee finally arrived at the scene at this time and yelled loudly between Gerrard and Desailly. At this time, tens of thousands of Blues fans, led by the commentator, began booing loudly in order to put pressure on the referee.

"Sir, look for yourself. Is this still playing football? This kid is a real Keane who wants to abolish George." Desailly came forward, and Hyypia, the captain of Liverpool, was naturally not far behind. He ran directly from his backcourt to Chelsea's penalty area, and pointed to George who was still lying on the ground and said to the referee.

The referee looked at George who was still groaning on the ground, looked at Gallas beside him, hesitated, took out a yellow card from his pocket, and warned Gallas.

Seeing that the referee showed him a yellow card instead of a red card, Gallas, who had been very nervous, couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief, turned around and left without saying anything.Gallas knew very well that his foul just now was enough to get him a red card, but now he only got a yellow card, so he still has no dissatisfaction.

Gallas was satisfied, but the Liverpool players were not satisfied. In the minds of the Liverpool players, Gallas's foul just now was enough to get a red card. Now the referee just gave the opponent a yellow card. Of course, the Liverpool players were not forgiving.

"Sir, you should have given a red card for the foul just now. How could such a serious foul be just a yellow card." As the captain of the team, Hyypia naturally had to negotiate with the referee.

"I know what I'm doing, and please don't doubt my penalty. I think my penalty is absolutely fine. Don't interfere with my law enforcement. There is still a game. Please go back to your own position."

Hearing Hypia's words, the referee spoke calmly to Hypia, staring at Hypia firmly, as if as long as Hypia was still dissatisfied, he was ready to draw a yellow card as a warning.

Seeing the referee's appearance, Hyypia knew that the referee hadn't changed his judgment in the slightest. If he refused to let go, he might have to keep company with Gallas.

Hypia actually wanted to say something, but when he saw George who was staggering to his feet with the support of Owen and Gerrard, he blinked quietly at himself, and Hypia knew that George was not really injured. Thinking of this, Hypia didn't say anything, and ran directly to the backcourt.

"How about it? Can we still play? Do you want to get off the field and go for treatment first?" Seeing Hyypia walk away, the referee was relieved. After all, the penalty against Gallas just now was indeed a bit light. Even if Gallas was given a red card, it should be. But this is Chelsea's home court after all, and the referee still has to consider the emotions of Chelsea fans.

With some embarrassment and apology, the referee walked to George's side and asked softly.

"Sir, it's okay, I can still hold on." Hearing what the referee said, although some complained that the referee hadn't sent Gallas off with a red card just now, he still replied.

Hearing that George said that he could continue the game, the referee didn't say anything, just reached out and patted George on the shoulder, and then walked away, ready to let the two teams continue the game.

"Your acting just now was quite realistic. If you hadn't said it was fine, I really thought you would go to rest for a month or two like me." Seeing the referee walk away, Owen said to George in a low voice.

"Cut~ You thought I was you, and I was injured every time. My brother is very strong. It's just that Gallas is too annoying. Otherwise, I might have scored goals just now, and everything was destroyed by that damn Frenchman. Otherwise, I don't have to act on purpose, knowing that the referee just gave that guy a yellow card in the end, wasting my feelings."

George said with an unhappy face, seeing that his goal was destroyed by Gallas, and he only got an insignificant yellow card, George felt unhappy for a while.

"Forget it, at least that guy has a yellow card now, and I'm afraid that kid will have to be honest for the rest of the game." Hearing George's words, Gerrard said comfortingly.

"Hey, Brother Danny, can I kick this ball?" Liverpool won a free kick 20 meters away from the goal. This distance is definitely the best chance to score for free kick masters.So when George saw Murphy standing on the penalty spot about to take a free kick, he said with a smirk.

"Okay, you take this ball, I'll cover for you." Hearing George's words, Murphy thought for a while before agreeing, because Murphy thought that this free kick was obtained by George at the risk of being abolished. Although he didn't know how George's free kick skills were, he couldn't refuse George's request, so he could only agree.

Both George and Murphy stood on the penalty spot, and all the other Liverpool players rushed into Chelsea's penalty area, ready to miss.After discussing it with Murphy, George and Murphy decided that Murphy would act as a cover and pretend to shoot first, and he would follow behind Murphy to complete the real shot.

Following the whistle of the referee, Murphy looked at Chelsea's goal, retreated a few meters, and slowly accelerated to run. At the same time, George also started to run behind Murphy.

"George is an excellent striker, but he has never heard of a free kick. It seems that Murphy, the kicker of Liverpool, took the penalty." Cudicini looked at George and Murphy, thinking quickly in his mind.

The moment Murphy touched the ball, he kicked up as if he was going to hit the left side of the goal. Seeing Murphy preparing to shoot, Cudicini's body tensed up involuntarily, and his body involuntarily shifted a few steps to the left side of the goal.

But it's a pity that it wasn't Murphy who actually shot the goal this time, but George.Murphy's foot didn't touch the ball, but he just feigned a shot. Instead, George shot directly and vigorously. The ball flew straight to the right side of the goal like a cannonball.

Although Cudicini reacted quickly, he quickly realized that Murphy was just covering, and it was George who actually shot.However, due to a wrong guess at the beginning, the center of gravity of the body could not help but lean to the left of the goal. However, even if it was reflected at this time, there was no way to make a save.

The ball drilled into the net from the right side of the goal at an extremely fast speed, 2:1.Relying on the free kicks of George and Murphy, Liverpool finally overtook the score. At this time, the second half of the game had just begun.

(An update today. At the same time, the lunatic wants to say here, I’m a newcomer, everyone, don’t be so serious. Reading novels is just to pass the time. If you like it, read it, and if you don’t like it, don’t read it, and no one will force you. Don’t always pretend to be an expert and find faults in the book. Are you uncomfortable? It’s normal for a newcomer to write a book, and it’s normal for people to make mistakes. With the eyes of a sub-expert, pick three and pick four, thanks in advance for the lunatic!)

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