Chapter 398 The role of 20 seconds and Shearer's hairstyle

Yes, a strange scene happened on the court!

Less than ten minutes after the madman Li changed, Chelsea gradually became powerless from the absolute lead to fight back, as if the fighting spirit and blood in the body had been drained... 34th minute.

The Magpie Legion once again made a fast attack - it was still a reactionary attack by the 21-year-old French goalkeeper Hugo Loris, but this time Loris was even more shocking. The French national team did not choose to throw the football to two full-backs or to Sammy Hedi, who reached for the ball in front of the penalty area. Pull, but choose to start the run from the goal line. A kind of rapid rush to the edge of the penalty area and rotate the body 360 degrees. He threw the football out fiercely with the strange posture of a track and field athlete throwing a shot put... Huh - players from both sides who have not had time to withdraw in the penalty area raised their necks along the route of the football flight. "Attention ceremony", the line of sight followed the route of the football flight... buzzing... There was also the sound of more than 60,000 mouths opening and inhaling cold air in the stands. Obviously, even the Newcastle fans did not realize what their goalkeeper Loris was doing for a while... huh... Li on the sidelines When Tongfan saw this scene, he directly sprayed out a mouthful of water that had just been drunk. Unfortunately, at this time, assistant coach Alan Shearer was about to turn his head over and say something to Li Tongfan. This mouthful of clear water sprayed on Hiller's face... Er... Looking at Hiller's sad eyes, Lao Li lowered He put on the most innocent look and stretched out his hand to wipe the water on Shearer's face, and then smiled and said, "Alan, I suddenly found that your hairstyle is very good..."

My hairstyle?

Alan Shearer touched the top of her bare head and almost spit out a mouthful of blood... At this time, Li Tongfan suddenly jumped up from his seat with a strange cry, glanced at the court, and then turned around and rushed to Alan Shearer, who was still extremely depressed, with a bear hug: "Hey hey... Look, Alan, We scored... Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I scored, haha, please help me take a peek at the expression of the old Brazilian Scolari at this time..."

Assistant coach Alan Shearer was about to be stunned by Li Tongfan. He finally adjusted his eyes and looked at the court. Only then did he find that the team had really scored... Michael Owen glided all the way on the green field like a flying eagle of kings with his wings and ran in the direction of the coach's seat. Come here, behind Owen are the excited Newcastle players... "...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO "!"

What appeared in Alan Shearer's ears was the on-site commentator's roar as crazy as his father and mother.

But at this time, what Alan Shearer thought was not how to celebrate the goal, but raised his hand and touched the remaining level on his face. Then his eyes turned around and pushed Li Tongfan, who was holding him and shaking his excitement, hard, and quietly hooked Lao Li's feet with his toes in an instant. With... with... Lao Li screamed and fell on the lawn without any suspense.

The next thing was exactly the same as Shearer expected. Michael Owen, who glided here, lived up to the "goodwill" of the assistant coach and rushed to Li Tongfan... "Who the fuck plotted against me, I... Ah!!"

Poor Li Tongfan's subconscious curse was pressed down by the swarm of Newcastle players like a pile of human flesh... Listening to the cheers of Newcastle fans in an instant like a tsunami in the stands, Alan Shearer saw Li Tongfan's thighs in black suit trousers stretching out of the "people's mountain" and constantly twitching... So the assistant coach turned around and made a gesture to the fans with both hands up to incite emotions, until the cheers of the St. James Park Stadium were raised to an incredible height, Shearer shouted: "Long live the goal, long live Newcastle..."

Then he stepped back a few steps and suddenly ran, just like a fish leaping to the top of the enemy's goal when he was young, he rushed to the top of the "People's Mountain" with the most unrestrained posture... "Your uncle's, let you talk about my hairstyle..." Alan Shearer lay happily at the top of the "People's Mountain" and looked at the bottom convulsions. The increasingly violent black suit trousers thighs muttered... At this time, the four electronic screens at the top of St. James's Park were replaying the scene of the goal just scored - Hugo Loris's football in an unconventional posture of "unusual road" crossed almost half of the court and came to the right road. At the foot of Juan Mata... Spain's [Angel Wings] this time, he didn't even mean to break through with the ball. He directly swing up his big feet and made a long-range oblique pass!

Three seconds later, after the football crossed Chelsea, there were few Chelsea defenders left, from the right side of the court to the left side, where the German Lucas Podollski followed the instructions of the madman Lee!

In the face of the gradual recovery of the flying football, Po Dorski did more straightforward than his good friend Juan Mata. He sent the football directly to Chelsea's penalty area without waiting for the football to land... "... Lucas's header skills are better than me!!" This is the comment given by the famous German football bomber Mueller on Podolski's header technique.

And today, Podolski's end teased Chelsea captain John Terry!

Football flew towards Chelsea's penalty area, where only Chelsea's last defensive player was left, and Portugal did not move King Kong Carvalho. Facing the flying football Cavallor took a few steps forward to stop the football with his feet... "Dangerous!! Ricardo, be careful..."

Terry shouted in horror to remind his teammates to pay attention. Because the next moment, the blue army commander clearly saw a black and white lightning sweeping away towards the football that was still slowly falling - Michael Owen!

Unfortunately, because of the angle, Carvalho did not find Michael Owen running from that side for fear at the first time. When he heard Terry's loud reminder, he panicked, and it was too late to adjust... At this moment, Terry's eyes were full of despair!

As Owen's old teammate in the national team, Terry clearly understands how horrible it is for a [lightning killer] who has completely launched a speed flushing attack. No defender in the world can stop Owen in this state, not to mention that Carvalho is defenseless at this time... Passing over the court, the figure who was about to raise his foot and flying at a high speed hung up. The real person couldn't help spinning and falling down, and the figure gently stopped the football with his own abdomen in the gliding, and then sent the football with his knees into the empty goal before the attacking goalkeeper Cech... It was Michael- Owen!

And this tip of shooting with the knee was taught to him by his new friend Ronaldo in training, and it really came in handy at the critical moment.

... "Alan, I have a bad feeling. It seems that you plotted on me just now..."

The game has continued. Li Tongfan, who was almost pressed into "dried meat" by the excited players, sat in the command seat and grinned and massaged himself. He stared at the assistant coach Alan Shearer beside him with suspicious eyes and said seriously, "Why did you suddenly push me? ...Although you deny it, the silver extension you want to say has told me the truth... Alan, you know, I'm very vengeful. If I find out..."

"Li, you are shameless infinity..." Alan Shearer reached out and touched the top of his bare head, and then raised his fingers and pointed to the night sky of St. James Park Stadium, which was completely shrouded in dark clouds, and said solemnly, "I can swear by the moon in the sky and my handsome hairstyle. In fact, you were really A mineral water bottle tripped over..."

"Is it?"

Li Tongfan looked at the sky suspiciously, eh? No moon? ...Let's take a look at Alan Shearer's hairstyle... Huh? Dog's hairstyle... Just as Li Tongfan and Alan Shearer were still having an in-depth discussion on the matter of "condemnment", another person was anxious - "Big Phil" Scolari!

The Brazilian old man was a little confused at this moment. It shouldn't be like this. Why was he scored by the other party?

Just now, the counterattack of the Magpie Legion was completed in less than 20 seconds from beginning to end. Such a goal was perfect from the tacit understanding of cooperation and the timing of initiation. Within 20 seconds, Chelsea's proud steel forest defense was easily torn by the four players of the other side. It was fragmented into pieces, and one of the four players was actually a fucking goalkeeper... Thinking about Hugo Loris's incredible throw before, Scolari had a strange feeling in his heart. Was it the inspiration of Newcastle's young goalkeeper or the deliberate deployment of the madman Li in front of the station?

It's okay if it's a flash. After all, no matter how much "linglight" there are, there will be flashes, but if the tactical deployment deliberately made by the madman Li in front of the station is really terrible. If there are two or three more times next, Chelsea will be finished in this game... Scolari secretly Looking at the opponent's coach's seat not far away, the damn Chinese boy is really terrible... Although the score is still 1:1 at this time, Chelsea is not lagging behind, Scolari's heart has a sense of danger that seems to be targeted by a peerless beast hidden in the dark... No, you must think of a way. !

We must come up with a solution to the problem before the end of the first half, otherwise it will be too late... Scolari stared at the court for a while and looked at the young and immature faces of the Newcastle players, and a wonderful idea suddenly came to mind...

(to be continued)