six finger demon

Chapter 401 Istanbul Night

Chapter 401 Istanbul Night

One step to heaven, one step to hell.

There was no sound in the Milan stands, only faint sobbing could be heard.

All Milanese are hopeless.

The game is not over yet, but many Milanese have already started to leave.

These fans who left early cursed An Pang while praying to God-hoping that God would show up and slap them in the face!

But God had already waved his big hand at halftime.

Those Red Army fans who turned off the TV in the middle of the game were sitting in front of the TV happily, with red handprints clearly printed on their faces.

Many of these fans were woken up by friends' calls after they turned off the TV and fell asleep for half an hour.When they turned on the TV again suspiciously, they have been waiting until now.

They witnessed Liverpool's miraculous performance, Tang Wu's magical performance, Milan's plague-like downturn, and Kaka's despair full of regret.

"Look, Tang Wu seems to be saying: 'No one can score three goals in my hands?!'"

The camera did not show Tang Wu's face close-up, this sentence was completely imagined by Zhan Jun looking at the distant view.

Everyone knows that this sentence is a joke, but the fans all over the country who got up and stayed up late to watch the game were extremely excited, because they thought so too!

In the 00-01 season, Lion King Kahn saved three penalty kicks from his opponent in the penalty shootout, and has since been promoted to the world's No. [-] goalkeeper; now it is also the final of the Champions League. Missed.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that Tang Wu is stronger than Kahn?

Even if Tang Wu only saved two of the four conceded goals, after many years, the fans will only remember: "Milan once missed four goals in a penalty shootout, and the goalkeeper of the Red Army was Tang Wu." That's all.

At this moment, Mourinho, Wenger, Ferguson and other well-known Premier League coaches all showed a strange expression on their faces, and they even fell into a short period of self-doubt at the same time.

Why didn't such a goalkeeper take good care of him at the beginning? !

Did the club's scouts eat shit?

Ferguson is fine, Tang Wu has never had a relationship with Manchester United; but Magic Bird and the professor slapped their thighs at the same time, and a strange thought arose when they played the alarm clock: a goalkeeper like Tang Wu, even if his team does not use it , can't let the opponent get it easily!

The remaining Milan fans almost had their eyes swollen from crying. For them, the meaning of staying is to stay with Milan and wait for the home team to accept the defeat.

When Thomasson's shot hit the crossbar, many fans trembled.

Now, even Kaka's shot did not rewrite the score, and all Milanese no longer have extravagant hopes for the Champions League.

The championship trophy in front of the player tunnel looks so close, yet so far away.

"Let's see who takes the penalty next."

"Milan still has one last chance. Will Dida perform the same miracle as it did two years ago?"

"Oh? The penalty shooter on Liverpool's side turned out to be Tom?"

On the screen, Tang Wu walked towards the penalty spot while patting the ball, and pulled Kaka up from the ground, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you." Seeing that Kaka didn't "make trouble out of no reason", but walked straight to the outside of the restricted area, Tang Wu nodded and thanked Kaka.

"You won't be so lucky forever!" Kaka said seriously.

"I know." Tang Wu smiled slightly, "But one chance is enough, I just need to seize it!"

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he made a gesture of grabbing the air with his left hand.

Kaka froze for a moment, he remembered the 3-0 at halftime.

God has given them a chance, but the Milanese themselves did not seize it.

Now, the opportunity came to Liverpool.

"This..." Looking at Tang Wu before the penalty kick, Zhan Jun was a little surprised.

"I didn't expect that Tang Wu would be the fourth player from Liverpool!" Huang Jianxiang said on behalf of his partner. "As long as Tang Wujiang scores this goal, the game will be completely over."

"Yes, yes!" Zhan Jun nodded quickly, "Speaking of it, this is more like Tang Wu's revenge on Milan."

The KOPs all over the world are staring at Tang Wu's every move. It is this Chinese who, after rejecting Milan's shots "four times" in a row, stood opposite Milan himself.

"He's like a Terminator!"

"He is the man sent by God to end the Milan dynasty!"

In the stands of the Red Army, the KOPs were whispering.

Otherwise, how to explain that when the team fell behind by 3 goals, they could still fight their opponents to a penalty shootout, and then they missed the victory by one kick?

"See? This is the price for scoring so many goals!"

In the stands, I don't know which fan shouted first.

The restless emotions spread like a plague, and all the KOPs were excited, standing up and shouting the word "revenge".

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The will of thousands of KOPs turned into a ray of red light and shot straight into the sky.

Yes, Liverpool fell behind almost the whole game, now is the time to come back!

All it takes is one kick from Tang Wu, and Liverpool can win the damn championship trophy!

Taking a step back, even if Tang Wu missed the shot, as long as the fifth Red Army player scored the ball, the game would be over.

With such double insurance, so what if he is facing Dida?

Sweat dripped from Dida's temples, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

He also thought about surpassing Kahn, surpassing Tang Wu in front of him, and becoming the world's number one goalkeeper.

And the opportunity is in front of him-as long as he saves Liverpool two goals in a row.

At that time, no matter whether Milan won the final victory or not, his Dida name will surely resound throughout the world!

But all wishes came to naught with Tang Wu's neither happy nor sad face.

Tang Wu stood in the hustle and bustle, calmly looking at the Brazilian goalkeeper in front of him.

When the prey turns into a hunter, will you still think about the opponent's "mercy"?

At the whistle of Gonzalez, Tang Wu started to run and swing his legs.

"Here we come!" Dida said silently in his heart.

Tang Wu's left foot stepped firmly on the left back side of the ball, and with the swing of his calf, his right foot slammed into the back side of the ball.

Dida instantly entered the realm of the unity of man and nature, quickly opened his arms, and threw himself to the right.

The first second seemed to have passed a century, but in the next second, white waves set off on the blue and white elf net.

Dida judged the right direction, but there was still nothing he could do.

At this second, all the KOPs didn't care anymore, and completely vented all their emotions.

"champion!"

"Liverpool are champions!!!"

"champion!!!"

Zhan Jun's roar sounded in the microphone.

"Although Dida jumped in the right direction, Tang Wu's ball was too fast, and the Brazilian couldn't stop the ball from entering the net!"

"ended!"

"everything is over!"

"2 to 0, Liverpool won the penalty shootout! With a total score of 6 to 4, they won the final victory of the game!"

"Let's congratulate Liverpool, congratulate Benitez, congratulate Tang Wu!"

“从3球落后，到2比3，再到4比4。”

"All Liverpool players showed the most tenacious will in front of fans all over the world!"

"The champion deserves its name. Let us thank Gerrard, Garcia, Smicer, Alonso, and Tang Wu! They brought us a shocking comeback!"

"Istanbul will forever be marked as a 'miracle' in the history of football!"

(End of this chapter)