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Chapter 147 The Premier League Years The Green Dancer

On the big screen of the Millennium Stadium, Xiang Nan's tackle just now was played at least 5 times...

"This is an unquestionable flop, and Andre's feet hit the ball!!" Lineker said angrily, "Even if it is brought down due to inertia, there will be no problem of."

"I have to say that the acting skills of the Croatians are really not ordinary..." Mr. Wilson kept sarcasm.

There were huge boos from the south stand of Chelsea fans. The Blues fans showed great dissatisfaction with referee Poll's penalty and Kranjcar's obviously contrived flop!

'Croatian pig, go back! ! '

"Shameful thief!! We are the ones who should go to Switzerland!!"

Uh... It seems that Chelsea fans have magnified the problem, but then again, when the footsteps of the football feast in the summer of 2008 are getting closer, England fans can't let go, being eliminated in the finals Shame beyond…

It's just that the Croatian deserves a ticket to the finals, and the English should think more about the 2010 World Cup...or the fans can continue to ridicule poor McLaren...

The penalty could no longer be changed, and Terry also stopped the excited Xiangnan and began to organize a human wall.

"SHIT!!! I knew that guy with three yellow cards wouldn't do anything good!!" Grant jumped out from the coach's bench. On the one hand, he was very dissatisfied with the penalty of the yellow card, and on the other hand, The position of this free kick is very dangerous.

Kranjcar stands in front of the ball, ready to take the free kick.

At this time, the boos from the south stand became even more violent. This is the guy who was lying on the turf just now, as if his calf was cut off by going south——
"We have seen that Portsmouth fans don't need to worry about Kranjcar at all. He doesn't even need a little red medicine from the team doctor. Looking at the Croatian who is alive and well now, I have no doubt that he is completely Have the energy to spend ten days and a half months in bed with a dancer, you know, just 10 seconds ago, his performance almost made a fool think that he needed to be taken to the hospital by ambulance!!!”

Of course, Mr. Wilson would not let go of this opportunity to ridicule the Croats. Of course, apart from the possible unfriendly feelings towards the Croats, Kranjcar's shameless performance is really disgusting enough.

Kranjcar, who was standing in front of the ball, didn't blush when the fans booed him. Could it be that this man has cultivated the legendary "Sunflower Book" that can make people feel like they are inhuman?

The whistle sounded, run-up, touch the ball, the ball drew a high and floating arc——
A figure, like a black panther, jumped high, and I had to admire the good jumping ability of the African players. John Utaka made a solid change of direction on the line of the ball, and the ball went over Cech's fingers flew into the net...

"goooal, damn it, the ball went in. Kranjcar's free kick was headed into Cech's goal by John Utaka, who can tell me, are all Ugandans so physically fit ?”

In fact, the 179cm John Utaka just jumped up like a spring and exerted force. Carvalho, who was defending him, was completely squeezed away by the Ugandan. It can be said that John Utaka In this time, he forced Carvalho to win a complete victory! !

After John Utaka's goal, Kranjcar put his index finger to his mouth like a hero and ran all the way to the South Stand to make a 'shut up' gesture to the Chelsea fans! !
Since Croatia eliminated England and entered the 2008 European Cup, Croatian players have lived and played under a magnifying glass in the Premier League. Media such as the "Sun" do not disclose some so-called Croats' three-version embarrassment, life in England seems to lack something...

Uh... I have to say that Kranjcar and Xiang Nan still have something in common in their distaste for the editor-in-chief of "The Sun"...

However, God testifies, these two will never become comrades-in-arms and partners. For a guy who flops in front of his eyes, you must know that Xiang Nan hates it...

What's more, the Portsmouth people knocked on Chelsea's door with the free kick ushered in by this flop and took the lead in the score! !

"SHIT!! This is a disgrace!! A thief used a stolen free kick and scored a goal!! This is simply discrediting the statue of the Virgin Mary!!" Grant did not expect that the Portsmouth people would take advantage of this free kick. Ball chance, goal scored! !You know, this is the first time the Portsmouth people have a threatening offensive opportunity so far in this game! !

Uh... this 'Madonna'? !Everyone on the earth knows that the Jews in Israel believe in Judaism. Well, this may be completely understandable because Mr. Grant is out of anger and incoherent...

Well... that's the only way to explain it...

On the side of the court, the fourth official, who was sitting upright, faced the dark-faced Grant. This dude gestured blankly to ask the Chelsea head coach to return to his coaching bench. Scotland Yard Agents' fourth officer, says he doesn't mind giving the Israelis a yellow card! !

0:1! ! !

One, before the game, no one thought of the score...

Since the start of the game, Chelsea, who have completely dominated the field, fell behind 0:1! !

Xiang Nan glanced coldly at the glaring score on the big screen. Even though the opponent got a free kick because of a flop, Xiang Nan would not evade his objective responsibility for conceding the goal. For a striker, there is only one way to make up—

That is, goal! !
After scoring the goal, the Portsmouth team immediately adopted defensive counterattack tactics...

Uh... If we say that before the goal, the Pompeii Army's defensive counterattack was entirely due to poor attack, it is like a 90-year-old old man facing a naked goddess-like sexy beauty, that... .Weakness of heart...

Well, now, the defensive counterattack of the Portsmouth people is completely the tactical arrangement of the old head coach Redknapp. I understood the meaning of the head coach, that is——
Defend, defend, defend! !
Uh... In fact, in the face of Chelsea's onslaught after conceding a goal, the Pompeii Army can only strengthen their defense, but the defense is much stronger than before! !

Xiang Nan received the pass from Joe Cole, took the ball in the frontcourt, took two steps, and was about to pass the ball, and immediately found Sulei Muntari and Herman Herman Herdalsen, one in front of the other quickly Finally, they surrounded them, and the two of them stuck close to Xiangnan, surrounding Chelsea No. 9 like a hamburger.

Xiang Nan kept changing his feet while observing the positions of his teammates. However, Muntari and Herdalsen's hands were not clean, and the two of them tugged at Xiang Nan's jersey one after the other. …

In particular, Muntari's defense made Xiangnan feel very uncomfortable. The Ghanaian's defense is very smart, and he is always about half a meter away from Xiangnan, completely blocking the route of passing the ball to the south.

"Boy, Mr. Herman Herdalsen can't break through casually!" ! ! Herman Herdalsen kept yelling behind Xiang Nan with a big grin.

Uh... Didn't Hermann Herdalsson see his teammates, and Muntari's face immediately became ugly? ! !

Xiang Nannu controlled the ball, and suddenly accelerated. When Muntari came up to block, Xiang Nan suddenly made an emergency brake and stopped at high speed. This caught the Ghanaian off guard and slipped on the turf...

"What we have seen, the principle of inertia of kinetic energy, does not apply at all with Andrei... God, Andrei!! He passed, Hermann Herdalsson was completely overwhelmed by Andrei's art !!"

After breaking through Muntari, he changed direction to the south, then stretched his left foot forward, stepped on the ball with his right foot and pulled it inwardly, then quickly turned 360 degrees, raised his left foot again, and leaned slightly, Use the arch of your left foot to control the ball in front of you——
Immediately after the start, move forward with the ball at high speed! !

"Marseille gyro!! Andre used Marseille gyro!! This is a genius guy!! His Highness Andre, I want to pay tribute to you!! It's so beautiful!!"

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

There was a tidy applause in the stands, and the fans were moved by this artistic movement. Even the fans of the Pompeii Legion had to admit that the blue number 9 was Chelsea's 'His Royal Highness Andre', and he was like a graceful dancer, elegant, classical, and—
The faint murderous look in the sharp eyes! !

Looking up to the south, walking along the left side of the Millennium Stadium——
'GO! go! ! go! ! ! go! ! ! AND - REA! ! ! ! '

'GO! go! ! go! ! ! go! ! ! AND - REA! ! ! ! '

'GO! go! ! go! ! ! go! ! ! AND - REA! ! ! ! '

In the south stand of the Millennium Stadium, there was a wild roar of cheers——
Fluttering black hair, wet cheeks, resolute eyes——
The blue number 9 is Ares, the god of war who drives the chariot of the wind god. He holds a spear high, he is fearless, he is beautiful and gorgeous, he is passionate, and he holds his head high...

(End of this chapter)