Vol 7 Chapter 157: Who is God caring for

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No one would think of returning to the field and Manchester United immediately scoring again. So many pro-Manchester United narrations and neutral narrations produced an illusion-in their eyes, the most popular Double Red Club in the Premier League seems to have become a game for children to play, Manchester United casually teases Liverpool Whether you want to score or not depends on your mood.
How about an explanation?
Looking at the back line of Liverpool alone-Sacco's current transfer market is officially priced at 25 million euros, Kolo Touré 8 million euros, Gerard 30 million euros, and Henderson 15 million EUR.
This is the estimate given by the most authoritative German "Transfer Market" website in Europe. On the practical level, if you want to pack up and take away the four people in Liverpool, the transfer value can easily break Zhou Tiancheng into hundreds of millions of euros. The transfer fee, so the combination of new and old four people, may easily double.
But what did Zhou Tiancheng let the commentary see?
Killed in from the middle all the way, the two behind chased, the two in front attacked, and killed outright.
1V4!
Oh yes, you have to count Mignole.
Too cruel!
All the explanations gave a crazy call to the goal scoring process, but only Falcao, who had completed the final blow, was very unhappy.
"Week, did you give me such difficulty?"
"That's not good? How simple, Lamedal, look, so you don't have to work hard."
"It's difficult to give me the whole point! Anyway, I am also the one who has taken the golden boots. Do you despise my level?"
Zhou Tiancheng smiled and patted his head gently: "This is not very good, anyway, we are leading again, let them go anxiously. Give yourself more strength!"
Falcao is still very dissatisfied: "The best player in the audience must be taken away again, you listen..." Falcao pointed to the turbulent Manchester United fans' stands. "I bet there is absolutely not much for this. mine."
Zhou Tiancheng felt cries and laughed: "La Medal, is the best in the game so important? Could it be more important than the championship? I remember you said that you are also the best player in the UEFA Cup? Staring at such a rookie? Awards that are only valued."
"That's different." Falcao shook his head. "The championship trophy belongs to the team. The best in the game belongs only to me. I haven't won England. The FA Cup final is the best in the game."
"There will be opportunities in the future, Ramedal."
Falcao opened his mouth, and he responded subconsciously just now-later? Is it hard to say in the future?
But after all, he didn't blurt out this sentence, or he would go back to the old question.
As long as he does not make a decision, this question will never be clear.
"Okay, game, game, we are only 2:1 now, not 3:1, 4:1, not much capital."
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Returning to the field, Gerrard also began to participate in the strangulation of Zhou Tiancheng.
During the unexpected suspension just now, Rogers and he said two separate words: "Steven, I'm afraid you need to pay more."
Gerald showed his attitude with a face-to-face sliding shovel.
Zhou Tiancheng really didn't expect this veteran to be so ruthless. In his opinion, an old fritter like Gerard should be quite smart. Liverpool's midfielder has to rely on him. Gerrard seems to put more physical energy. In terms of organizing offensives, he will no longer be as fierce as Henderson on the defensive end...Although Manchester United's defensive system has made him little offensive.
This time he made a move.
He heard the cheers at the scene very clearly, and he didn't have to think about the source of the waves.
Zhou Tiancheng wiped his face when he fell to the ground, what annoyed him was not the cheers from the Liverpool fans stand, but this time the referee actually let go. And falling to the ground, he found his face was wet and watery.
Zhou Tiancheng got up all at once, but when he got up and saw it, Gerrard turned and left.
Discovering this, Zhou Tiancheng felt relieved instead. He thought the water came from Gerrard. When he was a kid, he lived in Liverpool for a while, and he felt that as a legend of Liverpool, even if it was a tragic loss, it would not be so cheap.
What about this water?
Zhou Tiancheng looked up subconsciously, a drop of water falling from the sky just fell into his mouth, while more water slowly wet his hair.
"Bah! Bah! Damn, it's raining again."
Zhou Tiancheng spat out secretly, he really served the weather in London.
Meeting and chatting is the most public and safe topic in England. The weather in England is changeable and Zhou Tiancheng is not unacquainted, but he also has to admire, God-Jesus, his old man is really too busy.
It is not enough for the league to come once, the FA Cup continues to come.
This is really not good, no one likes to play the battle of rain, the rain has been getting denser and denser, although the momentum is not fierce, but it seems that there has been a trend of getting bigger and bigger.
Although Zhou Tiancheng's technology does not hinder his performance, he has to play with his teammates to a rhythm.
A personal crit can bring a lead, but to win the final, you have to look at the overall control of the scene. Football is ultimately a sport of eleven people.
Standing in front of the coach's seat, Rogers motioned everyone to increase their pressure, spread his palms, and looked at the drops of water in his palm. He realized that this might be his chance.
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The rain is getting bigger and bigger~EbookFREE.me~The weather in London is changing fast enough. It is safe to be in the commentary, but it is impossible for the stadium to be unaffected.
In less than fifteen minutes, the sky above Wembley Stadium was completely covered, with violent and dense raindrops pouring onto the stadium, even if this UEFA five-star stadium has a complete drainage system, But it will not drain as fast as a wash basin, and it will still be affected in the field under fierce confrontation.
Mata sent a pass to Zhou Tiancheng. He originally wanted to play another two-by-one to bypass the Henderson's brown sugar defense and pass through the midfield, but the turf near the middle circle was continuously pedaled and there was already a small piece of A little mud was upset, and after rolling, he only rolled twice and stopped.
With the help of the time, Liverpool successfully intercepted the ball for the first time in the game.
"Oh oh, this terrible ghost weather, oh my god! Juan Mata's pass error, Liverpool fight back! Steven Gerrard long pass!"
"Man United's counterattack! Passing through the midfield at the fastest speed, Zhou can't help. When God wants to give Liverpool a chance, even he can't resist."
Carragher was speaking, and he was very excited.
Gerrard passed a long pass, Balotelli had already carried Smolin to turn around. Face De Gea directly in the penalty area.
"Balotli, Mario the hero! He shoots!!!"
Balotelli kicked in the penalty area and the next second... kicked out!
And he hasn't exerted himself yet. He fell directly after swinging his legs. He didn't even have a chance to remedy. Smolin was cleared out of the sideline.
Seeing this scene, Yang Cheng didn't give Carragher a face, and just lay on the table with a smile: "Oh-hahaha, Mario Balotelli! Signature skills... Who the is God looking for? It gave Liverpool a chance, but it might just be a joke."