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Chapter 452 Tang Wu is still TOM

Chapter 452 Tang Wu is still TOM

Talk is talk, practice is practice.

After playing more than ten minutes at Anfield, neither Ibrahimovic nor Trezeguet found a good way to deal with Tang Wu.

The goal behind Tang Wu looks empty, which will always create a "no one guarding the goal" error for the opponent.

But in fact, Tang Wu not only put most of his thoughts on defending the opponent's long-range shots, he even trained countless times for this in his usual training.

As we all know, long-distance running and dribbling have always been Tang Wu's weaknesses, but this does not affect Tang Wu's training in short-distance switchbacks.

All the enemies who are fighting Liverpool will give the frontcourt players the instruction to "shoot the goal from a long distance whenever there is a chance", but on the field, few players actually do this.

Trezeguet and Zlatan Ibrahimovic, the two high center forwards, after trying several times, found that ordinary penetration could not penetrate the Red Army's defense at all.

At this time, looking at the goal behind Tang Wu, it feels different.

This is Anfield, and Liverpool have absolutely no reason to fear the Old Lady.

Last season, they were able to win at home when they were short of players and disadvantaged. How can Liverpool, who are fully staffed this season, not be afraid of their opponents?

"The fans are our strongest backing! As long as the fans are still cheering for us, we will not lose!"

This is Gerrard's speech to all the team members before the game. Now it seems that what Gerrard said is not false at all.

"Damn fans!" Ibrahimovic kicked the turf in front of him fiercely. Just now, his shot at the top of the penalty area was too wide.

Liverpool's offensive and defensive conversion speed is very fast, and the tactical play of 451+ free goalkeepers allows them to gather a large number of players in the midfield.These players can attack and retreat, and Capello has burned out his brain cells in order to deal with them.

But even so, Liverpool's striker did nothing.

Facing the Italian goalkeeper Buffon, few players can shoot through his fingers.

In addition, the Italian teams basically focus on defensive counterattacks. The two teams on the court are a little slow, but the fans in the stands are more aggressive.

In the 19th minute, the young Ibrahimovic finally couldn't bear the "temptation" and suddenly took a long shot at a distance of 40 meters from the Liverpool goal.

The ball passed over the heads of all the defenders with a whistling sound, and before it was about to fall into the goal, it was blocked by a white-green glove, which lifted it out of the baseline.

"Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu, Tang Wu!!!"

Immediately there was a sound of shouts in Anfield.

The KOPs are no strangers to it.

Every time Liverpool play at home, this part of the neutral stand will be filled with some Chinese fans.

Some of them are from China, and some are Chinese from other European countries.

In the communication with them, the KOPs found that some people even have the same "season tickets" as them.

Because of football, I fell in love with Tang Wu; because of Tang Wu; I fell in love with Liverpool.

This is almost a true portrayal of the Chinese fans. Many fans even threatened that as long as Tang Wu still plays in Liverpool for a day, he will not miss a Liverpool game.

Now it seems that these fans have done it, and they have also attracted relatives and friends to join.

"TOM means Tom in translation. In China and the UK, this name is not a high-end name, so we need to correct the fans." A local Chinese in Liverpool talked eloquently in an interview. According to him, they A private organization "For Tang Wu Zhengming" has also been established, and hundreds of people have joined this small group, and more will follow.

It is said that it is to "rectify the name" of Tang Wu, but it is actually to promote the Chinese language.

Thanks to the hard work of these fans, there are already many foreigners in Liverpool who can speak two sentences of Chinese with incomplete tone when talking, but they still enjoy it.

"Bobby, I like Chinese, but I don't like those fans!" A hippie complained while looking at the Chinese fans who stood up and shouted in unison.

"why?"

"I love the name TOM, it makes me feel familiar! I know it's not pronounced correctly, but I don't care. You tell me, there are more than 2 Liverpool fans in the audience, who cares?"

"I'm afraid they care." Bobby pointed his thumb at the Chinese fans who had just sat down one after another, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

"They're not Liverpool fans, they're TOM fans!" the hippies were still sullen.

"Tom fans are Liverpool fans!"

Every time Tang Wu makes a save, the fans will cheer, and the players on the field are already familiar with this.

Since Tang Wu knocked the ball out of bounds, a corner kick should be awarded to Juventus.

Tang Wu struggled to tear off the net on his body. The extreme save just now made him abandon everything, so that he quickly rolled with the net after landing.

"Huhu. Huh." After tearing away the net on his body, Tang Wu heard his own heavy breathing.

"Something is wrong!"

Through the control of his body for many years, Tang Wu decisively judged that his body today is somewhat different from the past.

It is true that Ibrahimovic's long-distance shooting is good and the ball is fast; but even if Tang Wu can't catch the ball with both hands, he will not be so embarrassed.

By the time they stood back on the goal line, players from both sides had trotted into the penalty area.Gerrard also deliberately ran from the midfield to the goal line and asked earnestly, "How is it, Don?"

"Nothing!" Tang Wu waved his hand, "I'm fine."

"Tang, I think there is something wrong with your complexion." Gerald stared at Tang Wu's face for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Tang, if you have something to say, you have to say it in time, there is still time."

"Quickly go to the seat Steven, I'm fine!" Tang Wu stretched out his hand and pushed Gerrard out of the small penalty area.

Looking at Tang Wu's flushed face, Gerald shook his head.After throwing away distracting thoughts in his mind, he forced Vieira a few steps out of the penalty area.

Camoranesi's corner kick was Juventus's first corner kick. Capello seemed to forget to remind the players not to open an inswing corner kick against Liverpool.

Tang Wu strode forward, before Hyypia and Trezeguet could make it to the top, he stretched out his hand and took the ball off.

Seeing that the corner kick was confiscated by General Tang, the KOPs in the stands shouted again.

After landing, Tang Wu raised his eyes and saw Garcia who had started to speed up on the sidewalk.After running a few steps forward with the ball in his arms, he swung it with all his strength and threw the ball in his left hand towards Garcia.

"Tang Wu vigorously throws the ball!"

"Liverpool fast break!"

Amid Zhan Jun's exclamation, Garcia looked back, then suddenly stood still, pointed his back at the rushing Cannavaro, and faced the thrown ball with his chest.

Boom!

The ball hit Garcia's chest firmly and then fell to the ground.But at this time Cannavaro had already rushed behind Garcia, and stretched his legs to steal.

Opposite Garcia, Nedved, who returned to the defense from the frontcourt, also ran forward.

The Czech veteran has unparalleled field experience. When Garcia tried his best to get rid of Cannavaro, he quickly rushed to the ball and inserted between the ball and Garcia from the side.

The two Juventus players pushed their butts together, blocking Garcia behind him.

"Ah! The ball was blocked by Nedved."

"Juventus made a successful steal in the frontcourt and launched a counterattack again."

"Nedved dribbled the ball and passed it to Zambrotta who came in from the wing"

Watching Zambrotta chasing Nedved's through pass to the bottom line, Garcia gave up completely after chasing two steps, and ran to the middle to participate in the defense of other opponents.

Tang Wu also retreated to the goal line at this time, staring intently at Zambrotta who was rushing to the baseline with the ball.

(End of this chapter)