[Football] Anti-system

[Win the game, fail to kill.The current progress of the task: ...Completed, please continue to work hard]

Scorpius took a wrong step and lay flat on the ground, with his hands folded on his chest in a peaceful corpse-like posture.

Sure enough, it still depends on the position and reaction of the goalkeeper on the opposite side. He would like to say that the goalkeeper is the only metaphysical base for his goals.

The turf at Old Trafford was as comfortable as it had been the last time he was here.

Close your eyes and feel like lying on your own kingsize bed.

Full marks.

It is also possible that he was really tired from running, and his tense nerves were also relaxed at this moment.

Even though the heart in his chest was still beating violently, he didn't want to get up and walk around.

The noise in the stands was as if England had suddenly won the World Cup.

The shouts of the [-] Chelsea fans who accompanied the team were like standing next to a waterfall at close range, like thunder.

But those voices seemed to be far away from him.

On the contrary, the sound of the grass next to him being touched was even louder, and someone stood beside him from far to near.

Scorpius opened his eyes and met Lampard's eyes without calling.

Lampard's blue eyes were full of smiles, and he reached out to hold his wrist.

His teammates didn't miss it either, they ran over from the side of the goal one after another, and extended their hands together with Lampard.

Before Scorpius realized what they wanted to do, he found that he was already in the sky.

This is not a comparison, but a real high-altitude position.

Chelsea's teammates formed a circle and threw him up.

The feeling of weightlessness is really worrying that I will fall down and be reimbursed directly for the season.

Scorpius panicked: "Wait a minute, don't..." But his teammates have already been occupied by the victory, and the stunning midfield lob seems to have stayed on people's retinas, making it unforgettable.

The teammates on the bench also rushed over. They reached out to catch him and shouted his name: "Scorpius!"

"Scorpius!"

"Scorpius!"

But don't say it, it's pretty cool.

Scorpius struggled, and decided to just let them go.

Anyway, he also felt warm in his chest, and his exhaustion and burnout seemed to be swept away by the victory.

so good.

The overhead lights were blinding.

like daytime.

It's as if everything has disappeared.

Scorpius raised his hands to cover his eyes.

His teammates threw him high again.

The Chelsea fans in the visiting team's stands were eager to move, trying to turn down directly from the stands.

The commentator is still feeling: "Unbelievable, Chelsea's victory came with twists and turns. Before the game, no one was optimistic that they would make a turn, but they used their perseverance to equalize the score and even took away the victory from Old Trafford. Both teams did a great job and it was a great game that will always be remembered!"

Mourinho was also unceremonious, regardless of whether they would be retaliated against at Manchester United's home court.

Directly and recklessly ran two steps, and simply knelt and slid on the court.

Chelsea's cute team song, which looks like a schoolboy outing, also sounded over Old Trafford: "Blue Is My Color".

Tonight's Old Trafford has been dyed blue.

Abu at the VIP seat had a smile on his face.

He stood up first and applauded his team in tribute.

Beckham in the stands took off his hat directly, with a charming smile on his face, and also gave Chelsea applause.

Sir Alex Ferguson on the sidelines calmly watched the joy of the Chelsea players on the field, and after a while, he still raised his hand.Applause for a shocking world wave.

His players performed very well, it was a very commendable game, but the performance of Chelsea players was even better.

Manchester United's Champions League road came to an abrupt end, but they are still standing on top of the UK.

For Manchester United players and fans, they have done their best.

It's just that the final result is silent.

Being killed in the last minute is simply the most painful blow.

The two ends at Old Trafford were in stark contrast.

One side is blue for celebration, and the other is red for mutual comfort.

Van der Sar stood in front of the goal with his hips crossed, staring at the ball in the goal for a long time in a daze.

Of course he knew that it was his last numbness that ruined Manchester United, if he hadn't stood so far... Ferdinand patted his shoulder, shook his head and indicated that it wasn't his fault, and he didn't need to take it to heart.

Xiao Luo tried his best to look at the sky, so as not to let tears flow out of his already red eyes.

It's so close to the Champions League final... He really hates the feeling of failure.

Giggs put his arms around his shoulders comfortingly, and Rooney pushed him to the player tunnel beside him.

Manchester needs no tears.

They have done well enough, they didn't lose tonight, it's just that God prefers blue tonight, and gave the Blue Lions a shocking midfield lob.

Scorpius didn't have too much time to celebrate. He wanted to go back to the locker room to touch two pockys to eat, and then be lazy during the possibly long Chelsea celebration time and hide in the locker room to sleep for a while.

Don't fall asleep in the air if you are thrown around by your teammates.

It's just that he didn't expect that just as he slowly walked into the player tunnel, he found Ronaldinho who was hiding from his teammates and secretly wiping tears.

...maybe it's just a feng shui turn.

Scorpius hesitated for a while, and leaned over to Mr. Ronaldo who was biting his lower lip with red eyes to prevent himself from crying out of embarrassment.

He reached out to Cristiano: "Are you all right?"

Hearing his voice, Ronaldinho's body shook as if he didn't expect that he would be bumped into by someone, and he didn't expect that the person who bumped into him was the culprit that caused Manchester United to lose the entire 120-minute game.

He turned his head and gave Scorpius a "violent" look, refused to accept Scorpius' hypocritical sympathy, and slapped his hand off unceremoniously.

The sound of "crack" was extremely loud in the empty player tunnel.

But it doesn't hurt.

Scorpius didn't pay much attention.

It's normal to be in a bad mood after losing, maybe he shouldn't come here at this time.

It seemed to the victim that he was showing off a little now and poking the wound again.

Scorpius thought for a while, since he didn't need to be comforted, he should go back to the locker room directly.

But as soon as he had such an idea, Mr. Ronaldo grabbed his arm, and the other hand cautiously reached Scorpius' hand, rubbing the reddish back of his hand.

Xiao Luo curled his mouth and bit his lip, the expression on his face was simply reluctance.

He didn't say a word, and he didn't look at Scorpius, as if he hated Scorpius' existence very much.

But the movements of his hands were gentle and completely opposite to his expression.

Scorpius couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and sat down beside him.

He deliberately chose the place where Mr. Ronaldo glanced.

This duplicity kid, who was even two years older than him in actual age, instantly turned his head and looked at the other side.

Scorpius tilted his head and thought for a while, then simply pulled his hand out of Cristiano's.

Then this Mr. Ronaldo was really fooled, and he quickly turned his head to observe his expression.

He thought Scorpius was angry.

But Chelsea's No. 21 teenager was not only not angry, but also had a smile in his eyes, and looked at him with raised lips.

Cristiano snorted and didn't think much of him.

But Scorpius didn't miss what he was hiding: tears had already wet the long and thick black eyelashes, and painted wet marks on his cheeks.

The entire eye sockets were dyed crimson, and the appearance of biting her lip looked rather pitiful.

Scorpius blinked, without hesitation, he raised his hand and gave a hug to the boy from Madeira, the "Pearl of the Atlantic".

He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, resting his head on his shoulders and stroking his back.

"Don't cry, it's just a loss, just win it next time."

Perhaps it was the expression on his covered face that gave him a reason to comfort himself, and Scorpius soon noticed a burst of wetness on his left shoulder.

And a weak rebuttal: "I didn't cry."

Scorpius held him in his arms and stared at the stairs going down the player's tunnel in the distance, and comforted him in silence for a long time.

"Yes, don't cry. Tears are only useful in front of people who care about you. People who don't love you will just pretend not to see your tears even if they see them."

So he never shed tears.

Not that tears were for the faint of heart, but he knew that crying was never a useless waste of time because no one cared.

This sentence is like mocking yourself.

Cristiano bit his lip, intending to break free from this damn guy's arms and start a debate with him.

Here, the door of Manchester United's home team locker room was suddenly opened: "Rom..." Ni.

Rooney's words got stuck in his throat. He glanced at the familiar red back of the head and the red jersey mixed with the blue jersey, booed instantly, and retracted: "Excuse me, you continue."

Cristiano glanced over Scorpius' shoulder at the closed locker room door, sat up straight in displeasure and broke free from Scorpius' arms.

"I didn't want to cry for anyone to see, and I didn't cry! I'm just not reconciled...I don't want to lose, I don't want to lose the game. I just..." I feel that God is very unfair, but I am just not reconciled.

Unwilling to get the victory in the last 30 seconds was smashed to pieces, unwilling he failed to save the team from the abyss like Scorpius.

It's just that the tears he kept overflowing still seemed unconvincing.

Scorpius blinked: "Are you really not crying?"

Mr. Ronaldo shook his head vigorously: "I didn't cry, but something got into my eyes again."

Scorpius looked worried, as if he really believed what Cristiano said: "Is this so? Let me see."

As he spoke, he stood up and approached Ronaldinho again.

Bright purple eyes looked worriedly into Cristiano's eyes without blinking, trying to find traces of something in his eyes.

But he was too close.

The light and fresh smell of Scorpius' perfume lingered on the tip of his nose, and Cristiano couldn't help closing his eyes.

then.

Something cold was printed on his eyelids.

"You will win next time, I am waiting for you."

Mr. Beckham, who was happily looking for Scorpius, happened to see this scene, and was stunned at the stairs.

Did he see Scorpius...kissing someone? ? !

The author has something to say: Little Theater Rooney: Lan... I have a doubt.

Alan:?What are you doing?

Rooney: I heard Scorpion tell Ronnie not to cry because no one cares.

Alan: So what?

Rooney: Isn't he saying in disguise that he cares about Ronnie?Why else would he come here?

Alan: ...Blind student, you discovered Huadian.

Jiageng has to be pushed. I am busy with my homework recently and got May Day.

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