[Football] Anti-system

The stadium erupted into harsh cheers and laughter.

There was also a smile on Mourinho's face, perhaps as his assistant coach said at the beginning: Scorpius is really a very lucky guy.

His luck was really, really good, so good that it seemed like there was some kind of remote control attached to the ball.

"I said no one can watch Scorpius and not fall in love with him."

Rod Lawrence said with emotion: "Wonder boy. At present, he has played a total of 20 minutes in the league and has scored one goal and one assist. This is a very bragging number. A full moon at a corner kick Knives, a goal that bounced off a team-mate. Anyone else would be overjoyed to have that kind of luck on anyone else."

After the referee signaled that the goal was valid, Drogba reacted from his stupefaction. He laughed and hugged Scorpius and rubbed his hair: "It's really you, Scorpius, this one The legs are dead."

I didn't expect this goal to be scored at all. Such good luck is simply the blessing of heaven.

"Let's take a look at the replay. Scorpius has a slightly tilted movement. This may be just a coincidence. But it is precisely because of this seemingly insignificant small movement that the hard part of his leg bone hits the edge of the ball. Adds a spin to the ball."

"Usually the ball that hits the calf is a straight ball with little power. I'm afraid Robinson and Rocha missed the ball because of this experience."

"From the camera, we can clearly see that the arc of the ball is incredible. If the Premier League will select the luckiest goals, this ball will probably occupy the top three positions in the leaderboard. A refracted goal with excellent luck ball."

The fans sitting in the football bar focused their eyes on the small color TV hanging on the wall, and some fans couldn't help cursing: "Bah, if you want me to say that a refraction goal shouldn't be counted as a goal. , It’s all luck on shit.”

The fans next to him obviously wanted to be a little more rational. He took a sip of beer and persuaded: "Don't be angry, Chelsea is nothing at all. It's all the fault of the schedule. Now we are only one goal behind, and the boys will definitely equalize the score. "

Tottenham lost to Sevilla in the UEFA match in the middle of this week, so coach Joel replaced five people, Rocha, Galli, Malblanc, Defoe and Mido replaced Lee Young-pyo, left Cora, Lennon, Berbatov and Robbie Keane started.

The Tottenham "Trident", which was highly anticipated by the fans, failed to play.

But perhaps because he thought that he wanted to strengthen the offense to save the goal, Tottenham coach Joel also chose to make a substitution.

"The Tottenham coach signaled a substitution, oh, the electronic card is broken, and now we see the fourth official Bennett holding up the number plate to indicate a substitution-" "Tottenham replaced No. 11 Mido and No. 9 Bell Batov is on the field. I have to say that Berbatov and Jermain Defoe, Tottenham's striker duo, have performed really well this season, and it's no wonder Ferguson wanted to pry them away. Rotation, Defoe and Berbat have not played together for a while. Let's see what kind of performance these two can bring together."

Ababa deserves to be the hottest scorer in the Premier League in the current season.

This popular Tottenham striker who was later called "Brother Chic" by Chinese fans did indeed pose a threat to Chelsea's defense as soon as he came on the field.

Zokola, who was replaced together, made a pass from the left, and Berbatov jumped high and shot with a header.

"Cech! Chelsea's defense is definitely the best defense in the Premier League. Petr Cech took the ball and the ball flew over the crossbar. Berba's header was beautiful. He is 188 cm tall. He has an advantage, and his heading skills are quite good..."

Compared with the fierce scrambling in the backcourt, Scorpius is now taking a leisurely walk in the frontcourt.

He is just a piece of cabbage that "goes in by luck", and few people are willing to watch him when he does not have the ball.

It's Drogba, the big guy over there, who is really annoying to be stared at by a few big guys.

The ball is still in Chelsea's backcourt.

Although Mourinho's tactic is 433, it is actually 4141.

When you can't catch the ball in the frontcourt, it can be regarded as leisurely.

Wait for the opportunity to play a quick counterattack.

Tottenham are good at playing quick transfers, moving the ball from one side to the other quickly.Therefore, Malblanc or Galli on the wing intuitively face the full-back.

And the defenders they face, generally speaking, are either Carvalho who makes a flying shovel, or Makelele who can somewhat frighten Scorpius.

Chelsea's waist is really good, needless to say Makelele, Essien was made into an all-around player by Mourinho, Mikel's passing is very comfortable, and Diarra's progress is rapid.

In the Premier League, Liverpool is probably the only one with a strong defensive midfielder position that can fight Chelsea.

There has always been an old saying in the Premier League called "he who has a strong waist wins the world".

Mourinho is not in a hurry, the game is in their favour.They had already scored a goal, and although the game was still 10 minutes away, Chelsea's terrible defense was enough to deal with it.

Scorpius looked back at Drogba who was staying in the frontcourt, and then at Terry who was blinking at him desperately without any trace, and for a while he didn't quite understand what the captain wanted to do.

He tentatively took two steps back, and a ball flew towards him abruptly away from him.

this ball...

Scorpius estimated the whereabouts in his mind, and felt that the ball was not easy to stop.

The best way to deal with it is for him to run a few steps and pass the ball to Drogba with a header or try to score.

But Scorpius immediately rejected such an idea.

His header technique is not that accurate, and he really dislikes headers.

Heading the ball greatly increases the chances of a player getting a concussion, and it is really easy to kick people stupid.

"This ball is indeed a bit difficult, but Drogba obviously couldn't keep up. This pass from Terry has a high probability of flying directly out of the boundary... Scorpius started! He wants to try it."

Rod Lawrence took a sip of water, he was not very optimistic about the ball.

Terry covered his face. He originally wanted to give the young player a gift.

The little players looked empty around them, and there were opportunities to break through and score.But I'm afraid this high-altitude ball is really not something Scorpius can handle.

Rocha immediately withdrew from Drogba, trying to catch up with Scorpius.

Now Scorpius has just passed the midfield line about [-] yards away, and the ball flies a little obliquely, but Scorpius accelerates very fast, maybe he can really catch up with the ball.

"Catch up!"

Before the ball went out of the line, Scorpius quickly jumped up and stopped the ball with his chest.

Those bright purple eyes were surprisingly bright for a moment.

Rocha rushed forward and tried to break the ball from his feet.

It doesn't matter, Drogba is restricted over there, and this point is still a full thirty yards away from the goal.

Falling from the air, Scorpius Westin's base is unstable, and he can definitely take advantage of this opportunity to break the ball or kick it out of the line.

"Rocha keeps up, does he have a chance to make up for the mistake just now?"

Rocha originally thought that the ball would definitely be broken.

But Makelele, who saw him stealing the ball, slightly raised the corners of his lips.

He knew that many times, the well-behaved character and delicate face of the Northern Irish teenager caused many people to misunderstand him, thinking that he was just a gentle big boy.

But in fact he is not at all.

Those purple eyes, as beautiful as amethyst, were not like Elizabeth Taylor.

Those eyes were terrifying.

He saw it in his eyes when Scorpius passed him.

Who would have such eyes?

That look belongs to a dying person, to a person who is struggling desperately on a cliff with only one hand left.

It was the last desperate effort of the hungry and dying beast.

Rocha and many pro players are just domesticated carnivores in the park compared to Scorpius.They will not worry about life and death, but only complain about the amount of meat they get and the quality of the breed.

Makelele doesn't know why he thinks of Scorpius like this, he sometimes thinks it's his own illusion.But there's no denying that Scorpius is scary.

Sure enough, Rocha failed to break the ball.

Even Scorpius didn't waste any strength at all, he turned around lightly the moment he landed.

The ball seemed to stick to his feet, moving with his movements.

"Walk past Rocha very lightly! God! Can Skorpi score? There is still a certain risk for him to start again now, Robinson is watching him closely, and the other Tottenham defenders will face him head-on."

But unexpectedly, Scorpius did not choose to continue running with the ball.

He tilted his body, allowing his right leg to support the full weight of his body, and his left leg exerted strength—"It's a full-moon scimitar again! A full-moon scimitar! A left-foot full-moon scimitar!"

It's thirty yards in front of the door!

impossible!

The fans on the sidelines covered their mouths tightly. It should be impossible to get in from thirty yards, right?

"The ball went to the goal, you can clearly see how fast the ball is going... omg, the ball is as accurate as a cruise missile, Scorpius' long ball is terrible - go..."

"Wait! The goalkeeper of Tottenham made a save. He accurately judged that the ball was a scimitar, and he was about to block it! According to the trajectory of the ball, the ball fell and was blocked by him."

The black and white ball draws a gorgeous curve in the air.

Eyes were fixed on the flying ball as Scorpius turned his back and started running towards Chelsea's backcourt.

"The ball really started to fall! No, it seems to have fallen too early, and too fast! No, no, no, this ball couldn't go into the goal, Scorpius lacked a little strength..."

The black and white ball dropped rapidly in front of the goal as he said, and it was about to land on the grass.

Many Tottenham fans breathed a sigh of relief.

But Tottenham goalkeeper Robinson couldn't restrain boundless fear.

No, it's too late. If he hadn't guessed that the ball was thrown by the Yuanyue Scimitar, it would be very easy to block the ball with his body.

That's too late.

The ball that would not have been scored hit the grass in front of him, and Robinson tried to reach out.But the ball did not give Robinson a chance to react. The high-speed collision caused the ball to bounce quickly and hang directly above the net.

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"

Rod Lawrence couldn't help standing up excitedly, pulling his hair and shouting excitedly: "World Wave! Incredible! I don't know whether to say this is Scorpius' mistake or luck! Both balls were caught by the rebound. Goal! It's an assist for the turf! Robinson's save was too early!"

Scorpius was waving at the head coach trying to get some water.

He didn't look back to see if the goal was scored or not. Whether the goal was scored or not didn't mean much to him.

Because this time he really gambled on the goalkeeper's reaction, betting that the goalkeeper watched the last game and guessed that it was a round moon scimitar as accurate as a missile.

What's more - a real man never looks back at the goal JPG