Chapter 145: Ancient Chinese wisdom (nor is it)

When Huley started again outside the penalty area, not only the London Bridge goalkeeper Bueno, many people did not take this matter to heart. Because it is not a very important thing.
But then they were slapped in the face.
Hu Lai, who looked like a long shot to pull his hips before, actually shot a very high-quality long shot!
More than 20 meters from the goal, at the top of the free throw arc, the football that Hu Lai blasted out crossed the penalty area of ​​London Bridge with a straight line, and hit the goalkeeper Bueno by surprise!
When football flew into the net, many people did not realize that the goal was scored.
But the Leeds City fans in the stands did not have any delay, and the cheers and goals were synchronized.
Rumble and roar, like the sound of cannons echoing between the sky and the earth.
"Wow, Hu Lai! Pretty! He once again scored a goal with a long shot in the game! Even though he used a long shot in the last twelve match, he said in an interview that he would not shoot long. That long-range goal was blinded... but to be able to blind so beautifully, I think it is also capable!"
He Feng said excitedly.
In a football game, you don’t care how you score, as long as you don’t foul, scoring is good, scoring is good!
It's also a skill to be able to get in.
After all, all world waves carry a strong element of luck...
The most important thing is that Hu Lai's goal marked his lead in the competition with Park Chun-tae-in the two-person duel, Hu Lai advanced the goal!
All Chinese fans on the Internet are even more excited and vent their emotions on the Internet.
"The real'Asian Lights' scored nine goals in eight rounds of the league! The false'Asian Lights' wasted three chances in one game!"
"Hu Lai is awesome!!"
"Cool! Excited! Let the sticks take a good look, your father is still your father!"
"Haha, I went over the wall and looked at it. The sticks are now in a state of collective death. I went to light them a candle and wish them a family reunion soon!"
"This is the reason why I support Hu Lai, because he will never let your high emotions fall to the ground! The more critical the moment, the more reliable he is! Hu Lai! God forever!"
"When Hu Lai didn't have much chance in the first half, what the sticks on the Internet said... it's impossible to read, how disgusting and disgusting to say. I don't want to translate it to pollute the page... Anyway, it's cool now, ha!"
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The Chinese fans are so excited, of course, it has something to do with the performance of the Korean fans before.
In fact, the feelings of Chinese fans towards Park Chuntae are also the same.
Before Hu Lai, everyone watched a South Korean player become the "light of Asia" that can represent Asian football. If you say it is calm and without any thoughts in your heart, it is really a saint.
There will be a bit of sourness in my heart.
But there is nothing wrong, they are indeed strong, even if they are not happy with Korea, they have to be convinced by Park Chuntae.
But with Hu Lai, the feelings of Chinese fans are different.
You have Pu Chuntai, and we also have Hu Lai!
Pu Chuntai is very good, but our Hu Lai talent is also high, and the future can be expected!
Chinese fans finally don't have to risk acid water against a South Korean player, but can put their emotions on a compatriot in a fair manner.
Now that they have found a replacement for Pu Chuntai, Chinese fans naturally don't have to pinch their noses and endure all kinds of bragging.
They are now happy to see Park Chun-tae making a fool of himself. In fact, a large part of the reason is that they have been disgusting by the various fancy shows of baseball fans.
Their distaste for Park Chun Tae all comes from those South Korean fans.
They want Park Chun-tae to lose the game, just to see the South Korean fans look like a concubine.
Now they have initially realized this wish.
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After the goal, Hu Lai ran to the north stand.
Everyone knew what he was going to do next, and at the same time a passionate voice sounded from the stadium's broadcast, asking loudly: "Who-who-who scored the goal?!"
The answer to him was the unanimous shouts of the Flemish fans: "HUUUUUU!!!"
At the same time, Hu Lai, who had just jumped up, had his feet firmly anchored on the turf.
The timing was just right.
On the north stand, John noticed that David Miller had not spoken to shout Hu Lai's name with everyone just now, but he had been stunned.
He touched the opponent with his elbow strangely: "What's the matter?"
David Miller seemed to have been woken up by John, and looked at John excitedly and said: "I have an idea! I have an idea!"
"What's the idea?" John was confused.
"About the song for Hu! I have an idea, and the broadcast gave me inspiration!" David Miller pointed to the roof of the stadium stand and said.
This is where the stadium horns hang.
"Broadcast?" John still didn't know why.
Every time the home team scores a goal, the live broadcast will sound, and the broadcaster will broadcast the goal information, which is often a passionate moment. The broadcaster will guide the fans in the stands to repeatedly shout the name of the goalkeeper.
But it's slightly different in Hu Lai.
To other players, the broadcaster usually shouted: "The goal was scored in the ×× minute! The goal scorer is ××××!"
Regarding the situation of Hu Lai’s goal, the live broadcast has an exclusive mode, just like what everyone heard just now. It directly uses continuous rhetorical questions to let the fans cooperate with Hu Lai’s celebration and shout "HUUUUUU!!"
This mode is not traditional, it is a novelty-until Leeds City defeated the North London Rangers at home last season, the live broadcast after Hulay's goal was still indistinguishable from other players. After Hu Lai celebrated with the first roar in the North Stand, the home broadcast gave Hu Lai VIP treatment, and his goal had an exclusive "skin".
David Miller explained to John who still didn't understand: "Now it's noisy, after the game is over, everyone will go to the'White Rose' gathering, and I will talk about this idea. I guarantee that there will be no problem this time!"
When John saw this, he had to suppress his curiosity and looked back at the court.
The players from Leeds City have rushed to surround Hulai.
The stands were still cheering, only the southwest corner of the stand where the London Bridge fans were located was silent.
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Park Chuntae, who saw Hu Lai score a goal, was startled at first, and then a little angry-didn't I tell you, should I focus on preventing his long shots? ! Why was there no one of us by his side when he shot the goal just now?
He missed the opportunity consecutively, and Hu Lai scored goals... One and the other, he has been at a disadvantage in the competition with Hu Lai.
Although neither of them mentioned this competition in an interview before the game. But Pu Chuntai knew in his heart that it was impossible for them not to compete. He believed that Hu Lai thought so too.
If a professional player is not competitive, he cannot become a good player.
He thinks he is excellent and believes that Hu Lai is also excellent.
So how can the two parties remain indifferent after discussing the topic of their competition in the outside world for so long?
The reason for not admitting it in front of the media is that I just don't want to fall into the rhythm of the media and get caught up in endless wars of words. That went against the original intention of the two of them. After all, spitting at each other is definitely not a way for professional players to compete.
When Pu Chuntai was sulking, the goalkeeper Bueno was lying on the ground, looking at the football in the goal, and muttered: "It's a fool..."
The answer to this question is meaningless. Because no matter whether it's Mongolian or not, people have entered your door. Goals won't be cancelled just because the opponent was caught in the shit.
What's more, on defense, Bueno actually made a mistake-he obviously hesitated for a long shot in Hu Lai, and his reaction was half a beat slow. And it was this half shot that finally got the football out of his save range...
If you really want to be held accountable, regardless of whether Hu Lai is blind or not, Bueno will never escape.
The head coach of London Bridge Tavares was very dissatisfied with the team's defense. He jumped into a thunder on the sidelines and dropped the mineral water bottle in his hand.
Then he turned around and complained endlessly to the assistant coach.
"Why didn't our players post them when Hu got consecutive long-range shots outside the penalty area?"
"Why did this guy Bueno hesitate when he made the save? What was he hesitating? Want to see where the football sign is facing?!"
The assistant coach had no choice but to appease Tavares, who was transformed into a "curious baby": "Calm down, Miguel. Maybe the situation is not that bad. You know, Leeds is only one goal ahead. And this score is for the East. For Ni Clark, it's very dangerous..."
Tavares froze for a moment, his face was like a face change, and his anger was swept away: "Yes, I almost forgot... Keep the players calm, don't panic, we still have a chance!"
The assistant coach led away.
But when the game restarted, Tavares soon discovered that the situation was not right...
"What the hell... How did Leeds shrink and counterattack defensively?!" He spread his hands and stared at the assistant coach with anger.
"Uh..." The assistant coach was also speechless, not knowing how to answer this question.
Isn't it that Clark is an offensive madman, lunatic, irrational at all, will let the team continue to attack after a lead?
what happened?
Human set collapsed?
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Clark sitting on the coach’s bench tilted his legs to the assistant coach Sam Randyll beside him and smiled: "Recently, I studied "The Art of War" recommended by Hu, and I have benefited a lot... I have always insisted on attacking the madman before. The method, I did not expect to have such a benefit-it can confuse the opponent at such a critical moment. Obviously, the London Bridge from the upper level did not expect us to shrink so simply...Ha!"
"Then they know it now, and our opponents will know it in the future," Randy said.
Clark smiled and waved his hand. If he held another feather fan in his hand, he would surely become a well-known character in China.
He said confidently: "No, no. Because I still insist on attacking, they never know when I will attack and when I will defend again. Just like Hu, I bet he will definitely be in the game. Later in the interview, he claimed that he was blinded by the kick of the world wave. Then, in the next round, we might see him kick the football into the sky again. So no one knows how his long-range shooting level is. , This will become a mystery for a long time..."
Having said that, Clark paused and said with a serious face: "Sam, I don't think I can understand the player Hu to some extent until now~EbookFREE.me~The ancient Chinese wisdom is really amazing!"
Randy frowned and said, "I always think it has nothing to do with ancient Chinese wisdom..."
"Then how do you explain the current scene?" Clark pointed to the court.
London Bridge was a little helpless in the face of Leeds, which was shrinking and defensive. On the contrary, after the attack was overwhelmed, there were a lot of open spaces behind them, and Leeds seized the opportunity to counterattack...
For a time, although only one goal is ahead, the balance of victory and defeat has a faint tendency to lean towards Leeds.
Randy was speechless when he saw this.
On the side, Clark said triumphantly: "You have no boundaries, but you know no boundaries. Never forget to learn and progress, Sam. This is what the ancient Chinese wisdom tells me."
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