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"Oh-hahaha, Mario Balotelli! Signature skills... Who the **** is God looking for? It seems to give Liverpool a chance, but maybe it's just a joke."
The next Carragher immediately replied: "Mario Balotelli, he is an excellent shooter. Can you say that the man who scored twice for Germany in the European Cup is not Mr. Big Picture?"
The two were on the bar again.
During this period, Sky Sports’ real-time audience traffic completely crushed its biggest competitor, BBC, entirely because of the commentary. The **** fans of both sides were fighting on the Internet while listening to the two’s commentary, and some fans kept laughing. Non-stop, completely treat this game as a pastime.
In the first half, Manchester United returned to the locker room with a score of 2:1. The rain at the scene did not mean to stop at all. The sudden change made both parties not prepared enough. The commentator at Manchester Television was a little worried: "God seems to have really caused a problem for Manchester United. Rogers' tactics will take advantage under such conditions."
But that is something to say, it is still easier for Manchester United.
Zhou Tiancheng walked to the locker room with Falcao's shoulder. The camera noticed this scene, and the Manchester TV commentator immediately changed his words: "Aha, but it shouldn't be that serious, Zhou! Our prince is Talking to Falcao, he is domesticating the tiger. Look at Falcao's expression...It's really unimaginable, Falcao in the riverbed, even if Diego Simone dared to bump into two sentences, even if it was' The gangster' made him obediently use a league championship trophy and a Libertadores Cup trophy."
The narrator almost said that Falcao will definitely receive Zhou Tiancheng's cake in the second half to help Manchester United lock the championship.
He didn't say that, not because of lack of confidence, but in his heart, he said to himself: stay suspense, stay suspense. Good things are always waiting to come out.
Giggs' work in the locker room in the midfield is easier. Originally, there was a tacit understanding between him and Zhou Tiancheng, he was only responsible for tactical guidance, and that interruption in the first half, he had already pointed out the team's biggest offense problem, the effect was immediate. In the midfield, he only confessed: "Week, facing a desperate Steven Gerrard, I fully believe that you can be more ruthless than him."
After he finished speaking, he walked out of the locker room. Zhou Tiancheng laughed at this: "Look, Ryan, he already feels that the championship is ours. At least he didn't play like Chelsea, didn't we? Hold on, don't wave too much. Can they match our top-notch midfielders and third-rate forwards with us?"
Everyone laughed, and Falcao asked more, "Chou, what is our combination?"
"La Medal, of course, you are a first-class striker. Those who can score this key goal are first-class forwards."
This appraisal satisfied Falcao. He stretched his fists and wanted to touch Zhou Tiancheng. This is a ritual between men: "Zhou, I was right, you are a good person."
Another good card?
Zhou Tiancheng smiled for a while, and then said when he walked over to stretch his fist: "After all, you have a super first-class midfielder backing, this treatment is not right for others? The striker can also evolve!"
Falcao's fists stopped suddenly, and he heard the laughter around him suddenly louder.
"Hahahaha, the truth is so cruel."
"Chou is right, but... let me laugh for a while, this is the truth, ha ha ha!"
"Need to evolve? This beast really needs it. There is nothing wrong with it, um... puff!"
Rooney took another sip of water just after speaking, deliberately squirting out, and then slap and laugh.
Falcao's fist suddenly flicked towards Zhou Tiancheng, but failed to hit, Zhou Tiancheng flirted and turned away.
The teammates laughed even more, and Smolin walked over to Falcao and gave a thumbs-up: "La Medal, I admire your courage. How dare you fist with the Chinese? Have you heard of Chinese Kung Fu?"
More people have their eyes brightened, like discovering a new continent.
"Look at Zhou's stance, practiced!"
"That is, of course, he is Chinese. Have you heard of how Chinese Kung Fu is practiced? Flying eaves and walking walls are just basic skills. Zhou absolutely has practiced, otherwise how could he be more dexterous than Juan if he played a big ball in a big man? I absolutely do not believe it."
"A master, definitely a hidden master! Zhou, teach me, teach me, I want to learn!"
Zhou Tiancheng felt very funny in his heart, and was surprised. Is this group of people so big?
But Falcao also gestured his fist at him: "Zhou, I think my fist has missed your stinky mouth... has anyone said that you owe it?"
Zhou Tiancheng nodded without changing his face: "Yes, but he also knew he would be flattened by me."
...
Falcao just wanted to flatten, and Rogers really wanted to flatten the locker room next door.
He yelled at Balotelli and Sturridge: "Should I let both of you get down? Mario, Daniel, forgive me for speaking straightforwardly, because I think the euphemism means that you two already understand No more! The shots in the penalty area can be kicked once, twice, three times! Do you see if you are still a striker? Do you expect Steven to come to tie the game next?"
"I'll be fine with this, boss." Gerrard took the sideline.
Rogers waved his hand, indicating that it was none of his business. Balotelli just raised his head, and Rogers clenched his fists gently on his chest twice: "I want to see Super Mario! In this game we Only win, do you have any questions?"
Rogers hammered Balotelli's chest three times in a row, but he didn't have much force at all, but one punch and one punch was in Balotelli's heart-genius Mario? You can grow snacks!
...
Returning to the court in the second half, Gerrard was obviously more active, intensified the lateral movement in the midfield, stealing Mata's dribble, and fighting with Fellaini.
It has been very rare to see Gerrard say this, saying nothing, just burying his head in his head, and not many people talk harshly.
Such Gerrard is enough to win the cheers of all Liverpool fans.
Many Liverpool fans choked and choked. Such Gerald left without knowing who could bear Liverpool's flag.
Not only did he fight on the defensive end, but on the offensive end Gerrard also took out his own housekeeping skills. That positioning ball was not all. Gerald's real skill was long shot~lightnovelpub.net~ Balotelli's return pass, against Fellaini's tackle, Gerrard kicked directly over 35 meters.
The ball made a beautiful arc, and with De Gea struggling to save the ball, Bong focused on the beam, then bounced down and bounced twice in front of the goal line.
De Gea quickly turned around and hugged. The commentary on the spot was exploded.
"Gerard! Hit the crossbar, David De Gea hugged the ball, but this ball should be scored!"
A large voice suddenly sounded at the scene: "GOOOOOOAL!!!"
It's not really going, it's just that the fans are putting pressure on the referee.
The BBC commentator also vowed: "This goal has definitely been scored! Michael Oliver, as the Premier League's number one golden whistle, cannot make such stupid mistakes, and tragedies like Lampard cannot continue to repeat themselves."
However, Oliver raised his hands flatly and decisively, looking at the Liverpool players who had come to complain about it. He just smiled and shook his head, but he said more to Gerrard: "It is indeed not entered, Steven, My eyesight is always good."
The video playback of the camera behind the goal proved the truth.
Gerrard's long shot bounced off the crossbar and hit the goal line solidly, without crossing the line at all.
The commentator who just followed the fans shouting "GOOOOOAL" didn't say anything this time, just regretting Gerald.
Lampard was wronged, and he was just out of luck.
This makes no sense, Gerrard has worked very hard.
But not everyone who is hard enough can finally win the championship, and seven points of hard work must be given three points to luck.
Self helpers also need help.
Thinking of this, Liverpool fans on the Chinese network sighed for a while, it seems that God also likes the new and the old, and does not help Gerrard...