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Chapter 129 The Premier League Years Free Kick

The game continued and kick-off was resumed in the middle circle.

Pizarro flicked the ball to Xiang Nan's feet, Xiang Nan knocked the ball back to Malouda's feet, and quickly ran towards the frontcourt.

Hleb's goal undoubtedly made the Arsenal players see the hope of equalizing the score. Xiangnan clearly felt the sudden increase in the fighting spirit of the Arsenal players. This kind of fighting spirit is not only reflected in offense, but also in defense. The intensity of the Arsenal players has also increased.

Eboue is almost stuck to Xiangnan's side. The Ivory Coast international has a strong body, has the flexibility unique to African players, and is not slow. The only shortcoming is that Eboue's turning speed is slightly faster. a little slow.

After passing the ball quickly, it arrived at the feet of Ashley Cole. The England left-back did not break through on the left side he was most used to, but took the ball and moved towards the center. This also caught Arsenal by surprise. Clichy Quickly stepped forward, trying to block Ashley Cole's offensive line.

Ashley Cole dribbled the ball two steps forward, found no space, and knocked the ball back to Lampard. The Chelsea deputy looked up just in time to see the gesture to the south, a half-high ball, towards the right of Arsenal's penalty area passed on—
Facing the incoming ball in the south, flicked to the right, then slammed to the left, then stepped on the spot, suddenly made an emergency stop, threw away Toure who came up to defend, then began to accelerate, and quickly changed direction towards the left side of the penalty area ---
"Stop him for me!!" Almunia roared in his business.

The defender's awareness, Sania immediately appeared in the most appropriate position, facing the south, Sania did not dare to shoot rashly, but kept slowly backing away, intending to block the angle of the south's shot .

Xiang Nan glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then stepped on two bicycles in a row, and suddenly accelerated. At the moment Sania stepped out, he pushed lightly with his left foot, and the ball reached Pizarro's feet. The Peruvian won the ball. An angry shot from the foot, the ball was almost deformed by the pump——
"Great save!! Almunia, like a real brave man, single-handedly saved Pizarro's inevitable shot!! It was a perfect save, Chelsea's previous attack organization Also very beautiful!!!”

Old Man Wilson's roar suddenly broke out, er, brother Almunia can be proud for a while, and he also knows that the old man will not easily send such compliments to the goalkeeper.

Accompanied by the old man's voice, Pizarro hugged his head in frustration, and gave a thumbs up to Xiangnan who passed the ball.

Almunia lay in front of the goal and did not move for more than ten seconds. This also made Wenger a little nervous. The power of Pizarro's shot just now was definitely full of strength. If Ah If Munia is injured again, Arsenal really don't have any reassuring goalkeeper.

Also, that is, Wenger has already asked Diaby to warm up and prepare for substitutions.

The team doctor quickly entered the field. Almunia took off the glove and let go of his palm. The team doctor also sprayed some pain-relieving spray on the palm of the Arsenal goalkeeper, ruled out the possibility of fracture, and directed towards the Arsenal coach outside the field. It's okay, which also made Wenger breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Arsenal also made the last substitution. No. 2 Diaby came off the bench and replaced Clichy.

corner kick! !
In the 87th minute of the game, Chelsea got a corner kick, which also made Wenger very nervous on the sidelines. If Chelsea were allowed to score a goal at this moment, Arsenal would completely lose hope of an equalizer.

Xiang Nan glanced at Gallas who was defending him closely. The two were pulling each other. The referee had to interrupt the game and came over to give a verbal warning to the two.

As soon as the referee Boll left, Xiang Nan faced Gallas' provocative eyes and responded without showing any weakness. Suddenly, Xiang Nan glanced at Gallas and ran towards the outside of the penalty area. At this time, no one paid attention. Arriving, Xiang Nan quietly gestured to his partner Pizarro.

"Hey, boy, are you scared?" Gallas yelled at Xiang Nan's back.

Xiang Nan ignored it. Sometimes, the biggest blow to a self-righteous fool is to simply ignore him.

Sure enough, Gallas's provocation did not receive a response, and Arsenal No. 10 also closed his mouth in boredom.

Malouda's corner kick, Pizarro's top in the penalty area, the ball is on the edge of the penalty area--
The ball draws a beautiful arc——
On the running track, a soaring right foot suddenly appeared. Like a wolf king who had been hungry for three days, Xiangnan showed his bloodthirsty fangs. His right foot hit the ball fiercely, and the ball was like lightning. Normally, with a shrill sound, it flew straight towards the goal——
"It's unbelievable, Almunia saved Andre's shot like a spiderman, but I hope Almunia also has a steel body like Spiderman..."

Facts have proved that Mr. Wilson's worries are not unreasonable, and Almunia has also proved one point——
Perhaps, he possessed the skills and movements of a spirit-possessed Spider-Man, but unfortunately, his human body was still injured in the face of an attack called 'Andre Heavy Cannon'! !

The Arsenal team doctor ran into the pitch for the second time to diagnose the hapless Arsenal goalkeeper! !
Amen! !
Wenger looked at the team doctor's gesture and hugged his head in frustration, 'Damn it! ! '

"Almunia can't hold on to the game?! This is not good news for Arsenal, which is one goal behind. Arsenal has used up the last substitution, which also means that the remaining 10 players on the field In the middle, some players have to come out to play the role of goalkeeper, haha, we noticed that Gallas stood in front of the goal, does he want to be a guest goalkeeper?"

Gallas' next actions confirmed Mr. Wilson's guess that the Frenchman was already wearing the goalkeeper's attire——
Uh... Actually, Gallas just put Almunia's glove on his hand.

"Hey, little guys, just leave it to later, you can attack at ease." Gallas patted his gloves and shouted at his teammates.

Sania and Hleb looked at each other and shrugged.

'Who does he think he is?Spider-Man [-]? '

Uh... I have to say, the Frenchman's RP in the team is really not very good...

corner kick! !
A 3-minute stoppage time sign was raised on the sidelines.

Malouda's corner kick was taken, Ballack grabbed the first point, squeezed out Toure who was defending him, and headed in! !
"Gallas firmly hugged Ballack's header. It has to be said that the Frenchman is more reliable as a goalkeeper than he is as a defender!!"

Well, maybe, after the game, the Frenchman can listen to Mr. Wilson's advice and consider the necessity of changing careers.

After Gallas hugged the ball, he drove directly to the frontcourt with a big foot. Walcott had already started ahead of time, stopped the ball with a beautiful chest, and after controlling the ball, Arsenal's little tiger began to accelerate, facing Makelele's defense, Walcott pulled his left foot and dunked, suddenly accelerated, and passed Makelele——
"It's already stoppage time, Makelele's physical fitness has reached its limit, beautiful, Essien appeared in the most appropriate position, beautiful steal, Chelsea's chance to counterattack, the ball was handed over to Lampard, Frederick Lark accelerated all the way and passed the ball to Malouda, Malouda dribbled the ball, ah! Foul!! Sagna's action is too rough, and it deserves a bright red card. Ball's yellow card is worth it. Discuss!!" Lineker was obviously dissatisfied with the referee, the British Golden Whistle Ball's penalty.

Grant also jumped up directly from the coach's bench and rushed towards the fourth official, "This is an extremely brutal foul, and this is a foul that can definitely get a red card!" !I protest! ! '

The fourth official glanced at the furious Israeli, "Mr. Grant, if you have any comments, I will submit them after the game. Also, if you want to protest, I think the referee is over there, you should go to he. '

"Shit!! If it's useful for me to find that guy with three yellow cards, why would I be looking for you idiot!!"

"Chelsea manager, please pay attention to your words, otherwise, I will be happy to send you off!!" The fourth official's face turned black after being greeted, and he directly called Grant "Mr. Chelsea manager" , it is conceivable how annoyed the hapless fourth official was.

"Damn it!" Grant strongly resisted the temptation to give the fourth official's brother a shower with the mineral water bottle in his hand, and was pulled away by the assistant coach.

Free kick! !

In the second minute of stoppage time, Chelsea won a free kick.

"The position of this free kick is about 33 meters away from the goal. Well, yes, 33 meters. Chelsea has Lampard, Ballack, and even Essien, who can take this free kick. The game It's coming to an end, the players should choose to shoot directly, although it will be a bit far away."

Ballack and Xiang Nan stood in front of the ball, one left and one right. Behind them, Lampard was directly facing the ball.

"It should be Lampard taking the penalty!! That's right!! Or Ballack?!" Gallas jumped up and down nervously in front of the goal, loudly commanding the wall. Those who have a certain understanding, especially for Ballack and Lampard's long shots, are still very afraid.

Well, I have to say that Gallas really has the potential to be a goalkeeper...
As for Xiang Nan who is also standing in front of the goal? !
was completely ignored by Gallas...

"Sarnia, you stand tight to the right, watch out for Lampard's long shot, Toure, you move in the middle, watch out for the German's long shot, ignore that black-haired boy, yellow guy, ignore it !!"

Ugh... By God, this is utterly racist! ! !
Xiang Nan chatted with Ballack and Lampard in a low voice. After a while, Xiang Nan stepped back about four or five meters behind the ball.

"Be careful with that number 9!!" Diaby seemed to have noticed something, and reminded his captain, the current goalkeeper,

"Don't worry about it, it must be a cover, I swear by my years of experience as a defender!!" Gallas slobbered and sprayed Diaby all over the face! !

Uh... this... In the end, the bloody fact proved a truth. It is quite unreliable to judge a goalkeeper's intuition based on the experience of a not-so-successful defender! !
At this time, Arsenal's human wall was finally lined up, Toure, Hleb, Sagna, Eboue, among them Toure's header ability is the strongest.

The referee Boer took a step to measure the distance to the wall, and blew his whistle.

Ballack flicked the ball lightly, and then Lampard started to run up ---
Now it seems that everything is similar to Gallas's guess, and Lampard will finally complete the final blow! !

Lampard ran up to the ball, swung his right foot, and shot—
Arsenal's human wall jumped up without hesitation! !
At this moment, the deputy of the Chelsea team quickly circled behind the ball. A blue figure created a feeling of a hurricane, and the air was compressed accordingly——
Xiang Nan's right foot slammed into the bottom of the ball, his calf exerted force, and his tense muscles were like a tightened spring. The ball seemed to be hit by a golf club. With a whoosh sound, it spun towards the goal——
"Are you masturbating?" Gallas raised his hands, looked up at the sky, and followed the arc of his eyes——
At this time, not only Gallas, the temporary goalkeeper, but also the fans at the scene, including the commentator Mr. Wilson, first felt that——
"Hit high!!"

The difference is that there is another feeling between Mr. Wilson and Chelsea fans--'What a pity! ! '

Arsenal fans have a feeling of gloating. Although, it seems that the team is doomed to lose to Stamford Bridge, but in the end they can see Chelsea No. 9, the guy who makes the Gunners fans hate it. A difficult action of jerking off is also very cool! !

Is not it? !

Uh..have to say,…

Just when the ball was about to cross the crossbar, there was a sudden drop, and the ball passed through a white light, like a meteorite falling to the earth, passing through Gallas's arms raised high, drilling into the net, and swinging in the net There are big ripples...

And the ball fell instantly, and the action of passing through Gallas's raised arms was also frozen in an instant, becoming the classic action of the best free kick in the Premier League this season...

Uh... I have to say, this action of Gallas is more like a pilgrimage...

Well, that, does Gallas have Arab blood? ! !
"goooooooaaal——!!!"

The sky above Stamford Bridge echoed with passionate roars, and a blue figure began to soar...

(End of this chapter)