six finger demon

Chapter 388

Chapter 388

When referee Gonzalez blew the half-time whistle, the two teams entering the locker room looked completely different.Red Army soldiers sat or stood in the locker room of Sun Yat-Sen Stadium, and some simply collapsed on the ground.

But the Milanese on the other side are different.

The cheers, singing, and screams from the next room all stimulated the eardrums of the Red Army soldiers.

"If I have a chance, I must show them some color!" Traore took the lead and threw the towel on his shoulders to the ground.

Gerrard walked to Traore silently, bent down and picked up the towel from the ground.

"Jimmy, I know how you feel." Gerald shook his head, "But we shouldn't do it this way."

"Then which one do you use?"

Traore stared back at his captain with eyes as big as a cow.

"Are you going to let the group of Milanese say to the camera after the game: 'Liverpool people have no blood at all, they dare not even resist'?"

"Hey, listen, Traore, that's not what I meant!" Facing the big black Mali man who was pressing on him, Gerrard took a rare step back.

The loss, coupled with the opponent's ignorance and "humiliation", made the air in the Red Army's locker room violent.

Some players want to give the Milanese some "color" immediately, and some people think that they should see the truth on the court.But if the former is not appeased, they will become a stumbling block for their own people before the second half is played.

"Hey, Captain, Jimmy is right! We should teach those Milanese a small lesson, let them understand how powerful we are!"

"Captain, I really can't bear it anymore! Those guys didn't come to play football at all, they came to laugh at us!"

"Steven, where's your temper? Where's Liverpool's bloodiness? Why don't you show it and let us have a look?"

Seeing that many teammates spoke out to support him, Traore became even more unscrupulous.He took another step forward and pinned Gerald against the wardrobe.

"Jimmy, what are you doing?" Hypia reprimanded, "Come back and sit down, the coach will arrange tactics later!"

"Tactics? Of course I know that the coach has to arrange tactics! But before that, I hope our captain can come up with an attitude that satisfies everyone. Otherwise, no matter how good the tactics are, it will become like the first half!"

Traore's words changed.Not only did he want to force Gerald, but he even threatened Beitu.

If this was normal, Gerrard would have pushed Traore away with a slap.

But the performance of the Milanese today made the Red Army captain also filled with righteous indignation.If it weren't for the sliver of reason left, and with Gerald's temper, maybe he would have taken the lead in doing so.

The same is true for other players, knowing that Traore's behavior and language are excessive, but no one stops him.

The players needed a place to vent, otherwise in the 45 minutes of the second half they really didn't know what they would do.

Just when Traore thought he had "succeeded in a trick", a hand was put on his shoulder.

"Hello, Jimmy."

"Who?" Traore subconsciously turned his head with a hint of pride.

In the next second, this 1.9-meter-one black man was grabbed by the collar by a strong and powerful hand, and he was lifted up abruptly.

"Jimmy, I advise you to go back to your seat and sit down, and listen to the coach's arrangement for the second half of the game, instead of losing your temper with your captain here. Do you understand?"

With a fierce look on Tang Wu's face, he pulled Traore forward with one arm.

Mali Dahan has never encountered such a situation.

Tang Wu was obviously five centimeters shorter than him, and he looked very weak. Who would have thought that his left arm had such great strength.

After Traore kicked twice with his drooping toes on the ground, he felt a tightness in his chest.In order to hide the panic in his eyes, the black man who was born in Metz youth training and has dual nationality of Mali and France threatened: "TOM, I advise you to let go."

"Boom!!!"

Before Traore could finish speaking, there was an ear-piercing roar in the back of his head, shaking Traore's mind in a daze.

"Don't make me look down on you, you bitch who can only show off against your own people!" Tang Wu still said calmly.

With this loud noise, everyone in the Red Army locker room was stunned.

Hypia, who just wanted to warn the two of them, opened his mouth dry, his throat wriggled up and down, but he didn't utter a single syllable.

Traore tightly grasped Tang Wu's wrist with both hands, and looked at Tang Wu's slowly withdrawing right arm next to his head from the corner of his eye, not daring to make a sound.

Gerald was also surprised. He was the closest to the closet and could clearly see a one-centimeter-deep depression on the metal surface of the closet when Tang Wu withdrew his fist.

"Hey, what are you doing? What was the sound just now?" Benitez and assistant coach Paco just pushed open the door of the locker room and walked in, seeing the scene in front of them.

"TOM, what are you doing? Put Jimmy down!" Benitez ordered.

"Yeah Don, Jimmy knows he's wrong, just let him go!" Gerald also excused Traore.

"Jimmy, what do you say?" Tang Wu didn't let go, but asked Traore calmly.

As a defender, Traore is very familiar with Tang Wu's current appearance.

On weekdays, when Tang Wu yells, it means that you have done nothing wrong, but when Tang Wu shows this expression, some defenders will be in trouble.

Whether in Chelsea or Liverpool, Tang Wu has shown the appearance of a strong goalkeeper on the field.

But no one has ever delved into how Tang Wu "tamed" these unruly Premier League defenders.

Now, looking at the fist prints on the wardrobe, the Red Army members have some understanding.

Tang Wu is not harsh and soft-hearted, he has real kung fu.

The Premier League is a place where the strong are respected. Why Tang Wu can stand firm, just look at Traore, who weighs more than 170 kilograms, being held in Tang Wu's hand like a chicken.

Most of the Liverpool players saw Tang Wu showing this side for the first time, and they still had lingering fears many years later.

"You never know what a terrible devil is hidden under TOM's kind smile." When Traore retired many years later, he still has a fresh memory of today's scene.

"Okay, TOM, I was wrong." Traore replied cautiously, then turned his head and cast a begging look at Gerrard, "Captain, I was really impulsive just now, please forgive me."

Seeing Gerrard nodding, Tang Wu put his hand down.

The moment his feet stepped on the ground, Traore seemed to have played for 120 minutes in a row, his heart beating wildly, even overshadowing the cheers of the Milan players.

"We're here to play, not show the world our brutality."

Tang Wu looked around and continued, "I want to play for 45 minutes without doing anything in front of thousands of fans, and then lose four or five goals to hurt the opponent and lose face; let's make good use of your bloodiness and fight on the front. It is up to you to teach the Milanese a painful lesson with real strength in the confrontation."

"I'm a goalkeeper, I'm also a football player. As long as the game is not over, I will do everything in pursuit of victory."

"I hope you can do the same."

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he gave Beitu who was stunned at the door an apologetic look, and returned to his seat honestly.

The locker room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop on the ground.

"Ahem, cough, attention, everyone, I'm going to start planning the tactics for the second half." After a while, Beitu coughed and stood in front of the whiteboard with a notebook.

The locker room of the Red Army was surprisingly quiet. All the players stared at the marker pen in Bei Bald's hand with longing eyes.

Tang Wu awakened everyone in his own way. When the Red Army members learn how to control and use their anger, this Liverpool team will become invincible and invincible!

"As long as we score one goal in the second half, the situation will be different." Beitu also entered the state instantly, and said solemnly, "But before that, we must strengthen our defense first."

(End of this chapter)