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Chapter 77 Single sword!It's single-handed again!

In the second half of the game, the two sides changed places to fight again.

At the beginning of the game, Manchester City, who had the kick-off right, used Cheng Yaojin's head-on three-axes, just like Tottenham's start in the first half, trying to give the opponent a bad start in terms of momentum at the start.Samaras knocked the football back to Barton behind him. After receiving the football, Barton didn't pass it back. After a little observation, he slanted it to Sinclair on the right.

It was Tottenham's core Jenas who defended Sinclair on the wing.

Although Jenas's best position is an attacking midfielder, he also has a set of defenses. He leans down, his legs are spread apart, his foot is stable, his eyes are fixed on the football, and he does not miss any flaws.Sinclair's dribbling was average, he couldn't find the direction to break through, so he could only stop cautiously, and stood in a stalemate with Jenas.

A gust of wind passed by, and Trabelsi plugged in at high speed from the outside!
Sinclair pushed his arch and wanted to send Trabelsi a through ball, but this kind of cooperation was too simple. Jenas judged the passing route and moved ahead.

The ball is broken!

Excellent counterattack opportunity!
Jenas did not hesitate, he immediately made a long pass, looking for Berbatov!

Berbatov jumped high and delivered the ball precisely to Lennon with the back of his head, and Lennon broke to the edge of the penalty area and kicked suddenly.

Isaacson moved to the near corner, ready to block the shot, but the football flew up, but it was a cross. Isaacson could only watch the football fly by.Robbie Keane appeared like a ghost at the back point. This time he faced an empty goal, and he did not repeat the mistakes of the first half.A light push shot, the football rushed into the goal.

1:0! !
"...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL...GOAL!!!!"

Robbie Keane, who scored a golden goal, went crazy. He ran to the corner flag area, kicked the corner flag, and punched his chest with his thick neck to vent his feelings.

Other Tottenham players flocked to him like a tide!This goal is too crucial!With this goal, Manchester City must score at least two goals if they want to win the game!

And at this moment, without any surprise, the broadcast camera gave Joel and Duncan a close-up close-up for two or three seconds respectively. The smile of the former and the sternness of the latter formed a sharp visual impact in an instant!

Joel was smiling happily and proudly on the sidelines!

At this moment, all the "eleven consecutive victories" and "magic coach" were all trampled under his feet.Joel proved to the world that what Ferguson and Benitez couldn't do, I can do it!
"Tottenham scored a goal! Manchester City wanted to play an attack at the beginning, but Tottenham counterattacked and scored a goal! Their luck is too bad, right? God is not on your side, Manchester City people!" Martin Taylor gloated.

"Duncan's magic, is this the end?" Even "Duncan Honey" Andy Gray in the commentary room couldn't help but began to doubt!

Neither the wildly celebrating Tottenham nor the lost commentator noticed that the lagging Manchester City players did not panic.Samaras fished the ball out of the opposition goal, returned to the halfway line and set it up, waiting for the re-kick-off.

The crazy Tottenham people devoted a full 2 ​​minutes until the referee intervened, and the Tottenham players slowly returned to the field.

"Beep..." The referee blew a whistle, Samaras passed it to Vassell, and Vassell passed it back to Button.

Tottenham obviously haven't recovered from the thrill of scoring, and Berbatov and Robbie Keane rushed to Barton together.

Seeing their menacing approach, Barton could only pass the ball back to Harman, who then passed to the back line, and the back line passed to the goalkeeper Isaacson.

Isaacson takes the ball to watch, and Berbatov and Robbie Keane follow Manchester City's gradual pass back.Because Manchester City's return pass went through four people, so when Isaacson was observing, Berbatov and Robbie Keane, the two had already crossed the Manchester City back line one after the other, and rushed towards Isaacson who was holding the ball.

The menacing look combined with the ferocious eyes seemed to eat Isaacson.

"Wow~!" Isaacson paused for a few seconds to observe, and Tottenham's double forwards were already a few meters closer.

The Swedish goalkeeper was in a hurry and kicked the ball out with a big kick.

Berbatov was about to jump in front of Isaacson. The running Bulgarian striker turned and jumped before being slaughtered, trying to stop the football.

But the football still flew over as it rubbed against his big back.

From any point of view, whether it is the audience, the commentator or the Tottenham players, Isaacson's kick-off - perhaps a world clearance is more appropriate - was a hasty and blind kick under the pressure of Tottenham. out the ball.

Before such a kick, Isaacson certainly didn't have the time to deliberately pass it to anyone.

So when the football flew high, fell slowly, and finally landed in front of Vassell, the whole world was stunned.

"Oh my god! Vassell?! How could he appear here? Manchester City's single-handed, Vassell!! He is not offside!"

In such a huge Tottenham half, the lonely Vassell strode forward with the ball. In front of him was the lonely Tottenham goalkeeper standing in front of the lonely Tottenham goal.

As for Tottenham's defensive players, they were so far apart by Vassell that they didn't even appear in the TV broadcast footage.

During high-speed running, every time Vassell hits the ball, he knocks the football far away, so that he can give full play to his speed advantage without any scruples.At this moment, he turned the football game into a competition of pure speed.

The Tottenham goalkeeper observed that Vassell knocked the ball too far, and decisively abandoned the goal, trying to destroy the ball.

On the bench, Duncan smiled slightly. In the speed test before the game, Vassell's 11-meter time was first in the team, reaching 03 seconds, and Vassell's physical fitness was basically not affected in the first half of the game.In such a speed competition, Vassell has no reason to lose.

Sure enough, Vassell speeded up again during the high-speed running. Before the Tottenham goalkeeper touched the football, he knocked the ball diagonally and jumped up at the same time.The Tottenham goalkeeper lying on the ground stretched out his hand unwillingly, trying to grab Vassell's ankle, but only caught a gust of wind.

Wasser, who jumped up and landed, was a little staggered, and he took two steps to adjust his body shape. Then he started again, caught up with the football that had deviated from the course because of the knock, and pushed it lightly.

Then Vassell held his head high, covered his ears as if listening, and ran towards the fans.

"goooooooooooooooooooal! Manchester City Lightning equalized the score! A wonderful cooperation between the goalkeeper and the striker! Vassell showed us his unparalleled speed! If it was Lightning, I would not doubt it!"

"I have to say, Manchester City is really lucky! Isaacson's kick made a blind clearance, and it looked harmless! How could it be unbiased, and it happened to fly to Vassell?" The commentator was puzzled.

"Are you fucking idiots? Such a goalkeeper can't catch the kick-off? What are you doing! Focus on it, gentlemen!" Joel ran to the sidelines and yelled loudly at his back line.

The Tottenham defenders were silent one by one.

Ledley-King and his companions looked at each other sympathetically. This ball was really overheated after taking the lead, and it was a momentary negligence.Who would have imagined that Isaacson's kick with a big kick would have found Vassell by such a coincidence?
Must be luck!

But that luck ends here!
"Manchester City is so lucky! Such a ball can go in!" Martin Taylor glanced at Ledley King bitterly, no wonder this kid can only play as a substitute in the national team, his concentration is too poor up...

"Do you think this goal is really luck, Martin?" Andy Gray looked at his partner with an inscrutable smile in his eyes.

"Of course!" Martin Taylor said eloquently: "The goalkeeper passes the ball directly to the striker, and then the striker breaks the goal. There are indeed such goals, but this is not a coincidence. What is it? The kick-off of the goalkeeper is usually slow. And high, the defensive player has enough time to judge the landing point, adjust his position and grab the point! No matter how good the goalkeeper's passing ability is, after losing the speed and space, the passing will lose the threat. So , Vassell's goal can only be said to be luck... I rely on it! No way!"

Martin Taylor's chattering explanation was finally ruined by his own groaning.

In front of the TV, many fans with heart disease covered their chests—they were not killed by the wonderful suffocating scene, but were alive and frightened by Martin Taylor's roar.

But the footnotes of the story didn't notice anything, just staring at the relay screen.

On the screen, Wasser sprinted forward with a pen in his hand, striding forward.

Behind him, the Tottenham defender chased desperately.

In front of him, the Tottenham goalkeeper abandoned the goal again.

"I'll do it! It's single-handed again!" Martin Taylor couldn't help but swear.

(End of this chapter)