The most low-key superstar

Chapter 318 Boom in!
"The roof is falling! Galas, the roof is falling, it's dangerous!"

Valencia's speed is very fast, but he didn't expect Gallas to make such a low-level mistake.

"It's too frizzy, Gallas, there shouldn't be such a mistake."

In fact, Gallas was wronged a bit, mainly because of the weirdness of Nickell's pass. Based on past experience, Gallas chose the right point. However, when he was about to hit the ball However, the whereabouts of the ball did not fall as Gallas judged, but it was still floating in imagination.

"Come on! Go! Go!..." Seeing that Manchester United finally had a chance, the fans who had been unable to vent their spirits immediately cheered up.

"Valencia! Beautiful unload!"

While running, Valencia jumped high, tapped the ball with his right foot in the air, and his body continued to rush forward naturally after landing.

"Oh--"

"My God! Will Mullen!"

"Will Mullen, with his savage foul, knocked Valencia down from the side."

"Penalty?"

Boos burst from the audience!
"Bastard! Butcher! Get out, you are not welcome here."

"Red card!"

Seeing Valencia rolling in the opponent's penalty area in pain, the Red Devils fans became angry. They shouted loudly and put pressure on the referee.

Nicole rushed over quickly, knelt down to look at Valencia's injuries, "Luis, Luis, what's the problem?"

However, Nicole was a little overwhelmed next, because Valencia blinked secretly at Nicole, then covered his face with his hands, curled up there, and waited for the referee.

Nicole could only turn his head to look at the referee, "Sir, this is a football game, not rugby."

"I will deal with it, I already know your opinion."

The team doctor is checking Valencia.

Just when everyone thought it should be a penalty kick, the referee had already shown Will Mullen a yellow card.Then, exit the penalty area, stand outside the penalty area line and take the free kick.

"Hush..." The boos that hadn't stopped rose again.

"Black whistle! Thief!"

"You're blind, how could this happen!" The referee's penalty caused serious dissatisfaction among the fans and Manchester United players. They gathered in front of the referee to protest the referee's penalty. However, the referee's attitude was very Tough, reaching out and pushing outwards, demanding that the Manchester United player leave his body.

Rooney was the most angry, because he had already snatched the ball in his arms and was about to take a penalty kick, but in a blink of an eye...

"Oh, oh, oh, the referee awarded a free kick, and the perpetrator was not sent off, Arsenal escaped unharmed, the referee is so kind today, Will Mullen is the last defensive player. "

Wenger got cheap and behaved. He shrugged and expressed his dissatisfaction. On the surface, he thought that Wilmallen should not have fouled, but in fact, Wenger breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just a penalty. '

"What the hell is this penalty?" Ferguson growled to protest to the fourth official. He was unbelievable about this penalty, because Manchester United was considered the team that was most cared by the referee before. "This is not the chief, it is the old man. Trafford!"

Nickell knew that it would be useless to talk, and stepped forward to separate his teammates from the referee, "Okay, get ready for the game, enough time has been wasted."

As for the referee, although he saw Ferguson furiously on the sidelines, he just pretended not to see it. Ferguson is not easy to offend.

Almunia is tensely lining up the wall. He has experienced Nicole's free kick many times, and now he does not want to be humiliated by his opponent.

"Five, five!"

"Go a little to the left, go a little to the left."

Arsenal's players are also tensely defending. The opponent's players with good headers have already rushed into the penalty area, and Arsenal's height is not enough.

"Nicole, blast in!" A fan yelled loudly at Nicole.

Standing in front of the ball, Nicole was also thinking about how to kick the ball. Although it was very close to the goal, the problem was that it was too close, just in front of the penalty area, so close, the distance of the football falling was seriously insufficient.

"Nikkor's free kick was very threatening, and Almunia was very nervous, but this ball was actually not very threatening."

Suddenly, Nickell had an idea, and the fans chanted 'Boom in! 'Let Nicole decide to take a gamble, anyway, it's hard to hit the goal with a direct shot anyway,' That's it! '

Nicole continued to step back, much farther than previous free-kick approaches.

"Oh? Nicole's run-up distance is a bit far, could it be—a powerful shot!"

The referee blows his whistle!
Nickel runs.

"what!"

"Oh!!!!!"

"The ball—————Go in! Nickell, the ball is in! Go straight to the goal!" The commentator shouted passionately, "Manchester United equalized the score at home, and the goal was——Captain Nick you."

"It's the best goal I've ever seen! England goal!"

Nicole directly hit the football head-on, and the football hit the wall directly with the wind. Van Persie in the wall subconsciously dodged for a while, and the football just rushed past him. Next to him was Chrissy. It seems that the two of them are thin and weak, and the gap is relatively large. If the bet is right, they really have a chance.

Almunia stared blankly at the football that was still spinning around in the net. He never thought that Nickle would use this way of shooting.

He didn't have time to make any moves.

"Long live! Nicole. That's great!" The Manchester United fans also burst into cheers. They had waited too long for this ball, but they were really relieved. This way of scoring was too relieved.

That's right, this goal boosted morale too much!
The players of the Manchester United team did not press Nicole to the bottom as usual, but excitedly lifted Nicole high and threw it into the air.

"Hey!"

"Put me down, I'm afraid of heights!" Nichol was really worried that the people below would not follow him.

"Ha ha……"

"Nicole, front flip!" Ferdinand joked.

The jubilant fans also burst out laughing at Nickel's embarrassment.

"Nicole has become the most reliable captain of Manchester United. When the team needs it, he can always create incredible miracles. Just like today, this goal is a clear example."

The referee finally intervened. The gang of Manchester United made a fuss too much. After getting down from the air, Nickle's heart was pounding, his feet were a little soft, and he staggered and almost fell.

The game restarted, and the Manchester United team was like a sports car with the key turned on. Wave after wave rushed towards the gate of Arsenal. Every Manchester United player wanted to be more active.

Nickel knew that the opponent would definitely take care of himself, so he also followed Fabregas' example, hiding behind his teammates, constantly using his long passes to cooperate with his teammates' attacks, and sometimes using himself as a bait, To assist his teammates' offense, and Valencia, who appeared at home for the first time, also worked very hard. He wanted to leave a good impression on the home fans. Although he made a free kick just now, it was not enough.

Manchester United continued to cause trouble on both sides, and Arsenal fell into a bitter battle.

The home fans were even more happy. They saw their rival Arsenal being pinned down by their own team in the backcourt. They were so happy that they cheered and sang without stopping.

Wenger squatted nervously on the sidelines and kept looking at his watch. He was praying that he would be able to survive before the end of the first half.

Fortunately, time did not make life difficult for Arsenal, it faithfully moved forward according to the trajectory, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half, and Arsenal could finally breathe.

"The defending champion is the defending champion. Manchester United was woken up by the opponent's goal. They showed their strength. Arsenal's aggressive offensive was completely blocked by the opponent."

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