Chapter 180: Did you score with your feet first?

At the end of the training, when he returned home, Valdy felt that his buttocks were no longer his own, and that he was robbing and falling. Even if he was trained as an iron cloth with a golden bell, he could not help him to die like this!
Fortunately, there was a gentle Anne at home, so Anne became Valdy's royal masseuse, who massaged the full-time. As for what happened during the massage, no one knew.
In fact, after repeated tests over the past few days, Valdy feels that it is most convenient to score with the ass, because when the is poked, there can be a stored charge distance, so the force of shooting is greater
As for the back and the front chest, let's not say whether to score or not, first of all it hurts!
At the beginning of the home game, faced with the frequent relegation of Crystal Palace, Everton did not press the whole line. Anyway, the most urgent thing is Crystal Palace. As long as they maintain their defensive strength, they are ready to fight back at any time!
Crystal Palace, as Moyes had expected, lost his life in order to avoid relegation, and dared to press Everton at Goodison Park Stadium.
So in the third minute, Everton used a sharp counterattack to let Crystal Palace know what it meant to be irritating.
After Everton stole the ball, Vardy took the ball all the way to the ribs, just like Titi outflanked in place, Valdy crossed the foot, and this breathless counterattack was Everton's best.
If Beatty didn’t think Valdy would pass the ball and didn’t react, and hit the plane in a hurry, Everton would have a dream start.
Looking at Bitty with an apologetic expression, Vardy couldn't bear to blame a strong man over 185 in height. In fact, Vardy was afraid of beating him.
The original crystal palace suddenly turned from a downhill tiger into a kitten, and they dare to continue to press Everton unless they really want to downgrade.
As a result, the crystal palace with anticlimactic retreat withdrew control of the midfield to Everton, and the visiting team counterattacked.
Then it became the performance time of the Everton pseudo-strong team. Moyes waved his hand and Everton attacked.
Vardy was not too worried about the outcome of the game. The strength difference between the two teams was obvious. Even if Everton was released, he would not be able to retreat.
So he should consider how to score with other parts.
Vardy, who was full of fancy goals, unknowingly rushed into the small restricted area of ​​the Crystal Palace.
At this moment, Kasley made a cross and watched the ball fall in his place. Vardi greeted the ball. The subconsciously stabbed with a foot and the ball flew directly from the crystal palace goalkeeper into the goal.
At that moment, the Goodison Park stadium was boiling, and everyone's passion burst out, cheering.
Teammates flew over to hug Valdi, so clean goals, directly booked the victory of the game.
But Valdy is still alone.
Am I scoring a goal?
Enter by foot?
Why are my feet so owed?
Was Mao going to stretch his foot just now?
My mission!
Vardy was about to cry without tears. The task required other positions to score more than the feet and head. Now he scored with his feet, which means he had to score two goals from other positions!
This is a special mission!
At this moment, Valdy really wanted to cry without crying!
When the surrounding teammates all smiled, Valdina's expression as if he was dead, completely out of tune with the surroundings.
The teammates felt strange, but when they thought about it, they seemed to understand Valdy again.
Yes, such a fishy team in Crystal Palace, even if there is something to celebrate, it is worth knowing that my big Valdy can play a hat trick in the game against Chelsea.
Who can read the sadness of Valdy?
Crying, Valdy felt that he was now the world's most tragic professional player. Every day he was devastated by the system, and he was almost unhealthy.
"Goal, smile, don't look like you're falling out of love!" Cassie said, puzzled by Valdy's sad expression, patting his shoulder casually.
Hey, what you say is easy. Try it with you instead, and make sure you can’t cry.
But now that the matter is over, Vardy knows that even if he cries the Great Wall, the system will not pity himself.
Rather than this, it is better to think about how to complete the task next!
It seems that I must kill my ultimate killer!
Vardy's eyes became firm, and once again gleamed like a biting light.
All gods can score with their shoulders, can't I?
But then I thought about it again and again, copying the goddess's shoulder goal may be dangerous.
Balotelli first shot with a foot, and after being flicked up, he easily slammed the ball in with his shoulder.
But what if he shoots first and Nima breaks the goal?
Not without such possibility, and the possibility is still very high!
If I scored directly, I can almost kneel!
When you think about it, Valdy feels that the system is a pitfall. Other goals are hard to come by. It depends more on luck and timing. It is as hard as it is. It is either self-defeating or nothing.
Hey, it seems that there is a classic goal from the of the gods. After passing the goalkeeper, he stopped the ball in front of the goal and turned to use the heel to put the ball into the goal.
You can also imitate yourself. After throwing away all people with a single pole, stop the ball in front of the door, and then use the Poring cover or any other position to serve. Isn’t it appropriate!
The key thing to note is that you must speed, otherwise you just put on the shape and people kick the ball away
Well, that's okay, fans may think they are second-hand goods, but considering their previous teasing behavior, it is probably understandable.
However, the crux of the problem is not here, but in the attitude of the opponent Crystal Palace.
Now Crystal Palace is the lagging side. Although it seems that it is eager to attack, but it can be tossed about, it is still a half-dead virtue. Everton can't fight back.
This is more vexing.
No way, Valdy can only squat in the penalty area and transform into a point forward, waiting for his teammates to feed the cake.
But other people eat cakes with their head and feet, but he can only choose to use the ass
In teammates' stories, Valdy pouted, aimed, arched—
This is Valdy's standard grab mode. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
However, as Cahill expected, others simply didn't expect Vardy to shoot in this way, and they stretched their feet to block the kick.
Then, one foot kicked on the ball, and the ball directly stuffed on Valdi's buttocks, while the other foot didn't touch the ball, and directly pulled on Valdy's buttocks.
At this moment, Valdi's was continuously hit hard, so comfortable, almost made Valdi roar.
"The referee, they kicked my ass. Isn't this a penalty?" Valdy, the sad reminder, held the last glimmer of hope and asked the referee to complain.
"Uh, you took the initiative to send your up, I don't care!"
　　
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