[Football] Anti-system

Mourinho's eyes were fixed on the field, and he clenched his fists involuntarily.

Scorpius frowned fiercely, there was not much time left for him.

A sign was erected on the sidelines, 4 minutes of stoppage time.

Means, the time left for him is only 6 minutes.

He nodded towards Drogba and quickly withdrew to the backcourt.

After Foster saved the ball, the ball was passed to the midfield by the defender.

Fortunately, the pass was not accurate, and Ballack quickly took the ball and passed it to Terry quickly.

"Okay, now the ball is still in the hands of the Blues...Terry gave the ball to Scorpius."

There was no time to continue to regret, Lawrence sighed in his heart, and continued to explain.

"It seems that teammates still trust Westin."

Alexander interjected, thinking that the game was almost over.

Chelsea would only bring one point back from the pitch.

On the field, No. 21 accelerated from the midfield position close to his own backcourt: "Scorpius...beautiful! Cycling to pass! He ran! There is still a chance!"

With a hook and a pull of his left foot, Scorpius turned and quickly swayed past the Watford players blocking him.

Without the slightest pause, he quickly accelerated and ran forward with the ball.

The fans on the pitch shouted his name in unison.

Wearing Chelsea jerseys, they all stood up from the stands and watched the running Northern Irishmen.

Loud singing sounded in the stands, it was Chelsea's team anthem.

His goal is clear.

Now that Watford's goalkeeper is wearing a golden glove today, he thinks of a way that he will score 100% of the time - penalties.

The active brain desperately gave him dozens of ways to get past the wall in front of him.

Human potential is unlimited, especially in the struggle between life and death.

He doesn't want to die.

He doesn't want to die.

He was terrified of death.

There was nothing in the purple eyes, only the high-speed rolling ball and enemy players remained.

"Scorpius is speeding up! He's still speeding up! Only Chambers and goalkeeper Foster are in front of him now!"

Lawrence almost stood up excitedly: "Three people in a row! Can you still pass Chambers? Chelsea still has hope!"

Scorpius' speed is too fast, his own speed is very fast, and now he is in the time period when the game is about to end.

Everyone is very tired, but he is still full of energy almost just after playing.

Chambers tried to get in front of him, but the guy was going so fast, he didn't even bother to slow down and went straight into the penalty area.

He entered the penalty area, can Foster still defend it?

Chambers was uncommonly flustered.

I can only tackle the ball, tackle it.

He didn't hear Foster's loud growl and resolutely closed his eyes—"Scorpius—!"

A sharp whistle sounded.

Lying on the ground, the Northern Irishman hammered the turf angrily. The ball has been kicked out of bounds, and he is not in the penalty area.

"Chambers stumbles Scorpius! Last chance for Chelsea..."

The referee quickly ran over.

Terry and Lampard were also fast, and they quickly surrounded the referee, emphasizing that it was a foul, and they demanded a topaz card for Chambers.

"Let's look at the referee's verdict, there is no doubt that it was a yellow card plus a free kick..."

"The referee gave a corner kick. He thought Chambers did not foul. This is a reasonable collision! Seeing that fate is not on Chelsea's side, this is a corner kick."

"We could see that the manager of Chelsea on the sidelines was very angry. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the decision. But he couldn't change the result of the referee's decision. There is no doubt that although from the replay we can see that it was Chambers who tripped him. Koppy... Mourinho and Watford manager Bosroyd are having a fight!"

Scorpius got up from the ground with his arms supporting the grass, his trembling arms could hardly exert any strength.

A corner and he didn't know if he could score.

But this is the only chance.

He didn't step forward to argue with the referee.

Chambers' sneakers left unquestionable "criminal evidence" on his white shoes and socks, but the high-speed running Scorpius cleverly tilted his body so that Chambers' feet just brushed his socks .

What's more, he fell down because he couldn't adjust the balance of his body in high-speed movement.

So in fact, this is an ambiguous penalty.

Scorpius sighed, tugged at the hems of Lampard and Terry, and asked if he could take the corner.

Seeing that the game was about to end as the debate continued, the referee threatened to draw a yellow card.

The Chelsea players backed away helplessly.

There was probably no hope for them.

Terry sighed in his heart, and after asking Mourinho with gestures, he handed the ball to Scorpius and let Scorpius take the corner kick.

He touched the little player's head to cheer him up: "Come on, it's okay, you've worked hard."

But just trying won't save Chelsea.

He must continue to work hard on the basis of "working hard" to save his own life.

Scorpius stood in the corner holding the ball and put the ball inside the arc of the corner kick.

The purple eyes were dark and terrifying.

last ball.

A shot of life.

Fortunately, it was only a corner kick, Foster took a deep breath.

He put his gloves back on and adjusted his posture in front of the door.

"A corner that decides the game. Will it be Chelsea or Watford?"

Lawrence couldn't help standing up nervously: "There are only 2 minutes until the end of the game. Scorpius stood at the corner flagpole, and he came to take this corner kick."

Alexander: "It seems that his teammates trust him. This is a corner kick he created himself. A crucial goal, a goal that determines the fate of Chelsea."

His name echoed across the stadium, which holds nearly 3 people.

Two-thirds of the fans were wearing Chelsea blue jerseys, and most of them were wearing Scorpius jerseys.

The jersey was almost sold out before the game, and some fans who didn't buy the jersey wrote 21 on the back of the Blues jersey with a pen.

The gate was crowded with his teammates or opponents.

With a smile on Foster's lips, he will guard the goal until the final whistle.

There are 2 minutes, 2 minutes, and he can seal Chelsea.

Scorpius raised his eyes to make a rough estimate, and kicked his legs twice in the air to feel the force.

His expression was calm and he didn't seem nervous at all, but his palms were trembling slightly.

The pressure is too great.

"Yes, that goal must have put a lot of pressure on Scorpius. It was the hope of the Chelsea team and Scorpius made his Premier League debut. He didn't even develop enough rapport with his teammates. , I am not questioning Scorpius, but perhaps such an important role should not be played by Scorpius Westin."

Scorpius took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked for Beckham's direction.

"Scorpius is looking at the family table, who is there? Orianna? Someone waved, Beckham! Beckham is on the scene, he took off his hat and sunglasses!"

"Does he want Beckham to see this ball?"

Scorpius threw his head back, arms up, wrists down.Pointing to the ball under his feet, the camera clearly captured him saying a word.

The whistle sounded.

Thirty thousand fans waited with bated breath for the result.

A short run-up.

"approach…"

Skorpi keeps his body fully tilted and touches the ball on the inside of the instep.

Like he has done countless times before, the ball flew out quickly.

His cold, black eyes calmly stared at the ball that decided his life and death.

"This familiar movement..."

Scorpius held his breath.

The heart in the chest was beating violently to show its existence.

The ball, which was tested by the computer at a speed of over 110 kilometers per hour, circled the wall in the air, drew a perfect "c"-shaped arc, and fell into the net against the goal post.

It really is the full moon scimitar!

"...Yuanyue Scimitar! A corner kick! Hit the goal directly! The goal is scored! The goal is valid!"

The last strength supporting the body disappeared in an instant.

Scorpius sat down on the grass, panting for breath.

Foster slammed his fist against the post.

Unlike Watford's downcast, Scorpius' teammates all cheered and rushed towards him quickly.

The fans stood up and shouted Scorpius' name loudly.

"GOAL - GOAL! GOAL! The 93rd minute lore! Let us congratulate Chelsea! Seven consecutive victories! They still have the possibility of surpassing Manchester United!"

"Scorpius! That's the name of tonight's miracle!"

Mourinho, who finally looked relieved, was scrappy, grinning and pumping his fist twice in the air in celebration.

Abu, who was sitting in the box, stood up and clapped his hands.

Beckham also stood up abruptly.

"It's easy to guess what Scorpius said. He said 'look at this'. The goal was dedicated to Beckham."

Lawrence got a small note from the lip language guide: "This goal is dedicated to Beckham, and also to Chelsea! The Moon Scimitar is well-deserved!"

No, it's not like that.

Beckham looked at Scorpius who was sitting on the ground with a complicated expression, surrounded by his teammates and even embraced him, but there was no joy on his face.

Scorpius Westin would never make such contemptuous gestures to him. Scorpius didn't let himself see his perfect "full moon scimitar", it was to let Capello see of.

He remembered the promise Scorpius had made to him before the game.

"Capello will definitely let you play."

He is the one who crowned the "Full Moon Scimitar" with the "Bayer's Arc". Scorpius wanted to tell Capello in this way: Real Madrid has a better player than him, Scorpius Westin. Man, more of a miracle man, and you put him on the bench.

The sharp final whistle finally sounded in a sea of ​​cheers.

"Chelsea never say die."

Lawrence couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Its characteristics made Watford's efforts throughout the game go to waste."

"Praise the Blues, even if it was almost made the biggest joke on April Fool's Day. But it has proved with strength, Chelsea, never say never!"

[Assist or score with the full moon scimitar, if you fail, you will be obliterated.The current progress of the task: ...Completed, please continue to work hard]

Finally, a cold and emotionless voice was inserted into the noisy voice, but it sounded like heaven to Scorpius' ears.

Another escape.

Scorpius sighed and let himself lie completely on the cold grass.