green waist king

Chapter 102 A little upset
At the same time, Trippier, who rushed towards Moyang, predicted the distance, and fell to the ground and shoveled towards Moyang.

Even if he couldn't tackle the ball, he had to keep Mo Yang, otherwise it would be a disaster to let this guy pass.

But as soon as he fell down, he saw Mo Yang who was running suddenly raised his right foot, and then slammed the ball hard with the outside of his foot.

Immediately, the ball clings to the turf on the ground, draws a long arc from left to right, and rolls directly to the right rib position at the top of the arc.

The ball just rolled past Tarvsky, Keane and Taylor who were frantically returning to defense.

The three fell to the ground one by one and tackled the ball with their feet, but none of them could touch it.

The pass of the ball is absolutely perfect, right in the middle of their defense line and the goalkeeper, you can watch helplessly, but there is nothing you can do.

The ball arrived, Salah received the ball on the right side of the top of the arc, and then dribbled the ball directly into the penalty area.

Facing Heaton who was on the attack, Salah didn't dare to play tricks at such a critical moment. He directly swept the ball low and towards the far post. Mane, who was outflanking, arrived in time and directly pushed the ball into the net. .

"Goooooooooooooal!!!!"

On the commentary platform, a blushing Beglin was roaring, fully demonstrating the vital capacity a commentator needs.

On the sidelines, Klopp raised his hands, danced, and jumped up and down in front of the coach's bench, happy like a child.

Wijnaldum on the bench also rushed out.

On the other side, although Mo Yang jumped up in time after passing the ball, Trippier took him under his feet, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this time, Mo Yang was sitting on the lawn, with his hands facing back on the ground, looking at his teammates celebrating in front of Burnley's goal, with an incomparably bright smile.

Goals and this kind of celebration is the best reward for him!

At the same time, the camera suddenly cut to Mo Yang, and everyone saw Mo Yang's heartfelt smile.

Immediately, the [-] Red Army fans spontaneously burst into endless applause.

At this moment, they saw the figure of their old captain in the No. 8 successor. It was a tenacious spirit that did not give up until the last second.

And they felt that this kid was better than their old captain back then.

At this kid's age, Gerrard is not as comprehensive as this kid.

Two games, helping the team reverse time and time again, this new No. 8 is great!

"Although it was Mane who scored the goal, we must not forget what Yang paid for this goal before the goal was born!"

"That scramble to add others is simply art! Mane and Salah should thank Yang, who silently paid for them behind the scenes!"

"Perfect sense of the ball. If Yang raises the ball a little higher, it may be a foul, but everything is under his control. Poor Hendrick, I can only watch Yang take the ball away!"

At the scene, Beglin looked at Mo Yang on the big screen with an obsessive expression on his face. He had been completely conquered by this player.

"Look at Mo Yang's fight for the top!"

"Obviously he has been pushed away by Hendrick, but relying on his strong waist and abdomen and that terrifying sense of the ball, in this way similar to the independence of a golden rooster, he snatched the ball under Hendrick's nose abruptly. Walk!"

"He didn't make this action temporarily or forcedly. You can see his next action. He put the ball in front of and behind his body, and he used his right toe to hook the falling ball back, and then quickly completed the turn."

"Look at the movement of the whole process, there is no pause at all, and it is extremely smooth. Obviously, Mo Yang has already imagined this!"

"This kid's golf intelligence and football talent are too scary!"

Zhang Lu's expression was extremely excited, and she played back Mo Yang's extraordinary moves in slow motion and explained them to domestic fans one by one.

Countless fans were suddenly stunned, frantically swiping the screen on the barrage!
At this moment, the slow motion began to replay Mo Yang's exaggerated pass.

"A lot of people ask me what rhythm is. Mo Yang's pass, he has shown what rhythm is to the fullest."

"Look at the few times he dribbled the ball, it is a change of rhythm!"

"Why did Mo Yang dribble the ball instead of passing it directly?"

"Because he is waiting, waiting for Mane, Salah and Sturridge in the middle to be in place one by one, so that Burnley's defense will be restrained, and he can choose the pass point calmly!" Zhan Jun mentioned by the way A mouthful of rhythm.

"There is also this pass, which makes people speechless!" Zhang Lu relayed, "This kind of arc through ball is really like a scalpel, directly cutting Burnley's goal and defense line. ! So accurate!"

"Seeing this pass, I don't want to sleep in an instant!"

"My wife is so beautiful! This kind of arc really makes people's blood boil!"

"Scoring a goal during the countdown made me goosebumps!"

"With this kind of performance, Mo Yang will definitely be able to gain a firm foothold in the Premier League! I hope he will start as soon as possible!"

"Absolutely! Must! If this kind of player does not start, the fans will not agree!"

Listening to the unparalleled flattery of Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu's commentator, all the domestic fans watching the game were overjoyed, leaving a dense barrage in the live broadcast room.

Even if they don't sleep tonight, they still feel motivated to go to work tomorrow. This kind of competition is too exciting!
After the celebration, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game as soon as the ball kicked off in the middle circle.

In the 2016-17 season, in the second round of the Premier League, Liverpool was tied by Burnley at home, which was a small upset.

"Yang! Can we exchange jerseys?"

After the game, Mo Yang walked towards the locker room, and Trippier came over directly.

"Okay!" Mo Yang smiled slightly, then reached out to take off the jersey stained with green grass juice, and exchanged it with Trippier.

"Damn it! Doesn't Yang never change jerseys with others?"

Wood, who was also walking towards Moyang, originally wanted to see Trippier suffer, but he didn't expect that Moyang had actually changed, and his face was full of astonishment.

He knew how conservative Mo Yang was. No one in the English Championship had ever been able to successfully change to this guy's jersey in one season.

But seeing that Mo Yang had taken off his jersey and there was a white tight-fitting breathable thin shirt on his body, he immediately understood why Mo Yang was willing to exchange jerseys with someone suddenly.

"Hehe, this little guy has learned to be smart!"

Wood ran over angrily, looking at the jersey in Trippier's hand very greedy, beating his chest and feet, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Haha! Chris, you are late! Yang's first jersey is mine!" Trippier laughed and fled away from Wood's grasping hand.

"Yang! We are good friends, but you didn't give me your first exchange jersey!" Wood looked at Moyang like a bitter woman.

"Chris, can you stop disgusting me?" Mo Yang felt a chill, and immediately moved away from this guy. It seems that the suspicion of this guy's homosexuality has never been cleared.

Then the two chatted and laughed, talked to each other about their recent situation, hugged each other in the player tunnel, and went back to the locker room.

(End of this chapter)