six finger demon

Chapter 68
No one doubts that the finale of the 14th round of the Premier League belongs to the super showdown between Chelsea and Manchester United. This is not just a peak match between the upstarts and the old nobles.Everyone knows that this game may also determine the ownership of the Premier League champion this season.

Leaders Arsenal are just 1 point ahead of Chelsea and 2 points ahead of Manchester United.

Such a gap is like a seemingly invisible threshold, tempting the Red Devils and the Blues to cross.

So for Chelsea and Manchester United, a draw is like a tasteless glass of water, and to the non-thirsty, it's bland.

In this game, neither Ranieri nor Ferguson gave instructions for a draw.

Both sides knew that no one wanted to be the loser until the last moment of the game!
At noon on the last day of November, almost all fans in London spontaneously walked out of their homes and gathered towards Stamford Bridge.

Outside Stamford Bridge, it has long been surrounded by a blue ocean.

The cheers of the fans, the shouting of street vendors, the sound of car whistles, and the explosion of fireworks and firecrackers filled the entire Blue Bridge.

The fans stopped at the gate of Stamford Bridge, and after a while, there was a loud noise from a distance.Like thousands of troops and horses, the earth trembled.

Soon, the first touch of red appeared on the street corner.

One, two, three.
Countless "blood water" poured into this vast ocean, and in an instant, a monstrous wave was stirred up.

Among the attacking crowd were not only Red Devils fans, but also local Arsenal fans in London.

This group of people is more like "sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight", and they are naturally dressed in red.

After the fans cleared the way, the bus belonging to Manchester United came slowly.

Behind the bus, a group of fans holding the red flag of Manchester United also had their faces painted red, shouting slogans to cheer for the visiting team.

Some of these people were shirtless, with the numbers of their favorite players painted on their bellies; the women were not to be outdone, and wrote "WINER" all over their bikini bars.

As the bus stopped, the first Red Devils player appeared at the door.

"Fooney, Ruud, Ruud!" the fans yelled.

"Gigs, Giggs, Giggs!"

"Fran, Fran, Fran!"

"Kean, Keen, Keen!"

Every face can welcome the cheers of the fans. At this moment, there is a feeling that the home court has turned red.

"Mr. Wang, the Manchester United players are anti-customer!"

"Don't worry, this is where you are!" Wang Ping said proudly, "Xiao Meng, stand inside! Don't leave the team!"

"Oh!" The kid who just asked the question squeezed into the team, and together with other friends, stared at the Manchester United players walking past.

"Is this the Premier League?"

"Look, it's Fanny!"

"Wow! And Giggs! Real man!"

"I will also play in the five major leagues in the future!"

"That's right, I want to be a football star too!"

This group of fluent Chinese-speaking children are all about 13-15 years old. They are outstanding teenagers in the "Gold Medal Road" held by the domestic education TV station. Among them, Meng Ye, who won the first place, also won a free trip to Atletico Madrid training reward for three months.

After queuing for more than an hour, Wang Ping finally took the children to check the tickets.Walked into Stamford Bridge with expectations with the children.

At this time, the Chelsea players have already warmed up on the court. Even if they are fighting at their own gate, facing a super giant like Manchester United, La Nieli and his players have to play 120 points.

"Ah! Tang Wu, I saw Tang Wu!"

"Where is where?"

"I saw it too, look, he's right in front of the door!"

"Tang Wu is my idol, I will also be a goalkeeper in the future!"

"You? Haha, you can't even play as a winger, so you can be a goalkeeper? Forget it!"

"Yes, yes, you don't even look at how tall you are!"

Wang Ping looked enviously at the chattering teenagers. If he hadn't put on an air of being a teacher in front of the children, Wang Ping might have been even more excited than these children.

After a while, the home team stands were almost full of people.

In order to put pressure on the visiting team, the fans spontaneously beat the drums.

"Bang bang bang!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"what!"

The sound of uniform slapping can be heard endlessly, which is exciting.These little fans from China couldn't restrain the excitement in their hearts, their little faces were flushed, and they slapped their little hands vigorously in accordance with the rhythm.

As the owner of Chelsea, Abramovich naturally also appeared in the stands.In this game, members of the rugby world championship team Woodward and Dallaglio also came to Stamford Bridge to cheer.

When politicians, celebrities, businessmen, and rich people from all over the country were seated, the live radio began to play Chelsea's team anthem.

In the player channel, players from both sides stand in a row, waiting to play.

Tang Wu was wearing a black robe, standing behind Terry, looking forward.

Suddenly, out of the goalkeeper's instinct, Tang Wu felt like a needle pricked his back, as if a pair of eyes were peeping at him.

Turning his head suddenly, in the red devil queue, the young general in red robe with number 7 on his back was looking at Tang Wu without blinking.

Seeing Tang Wu turn around, Xiao Luo didn't take his eyes away.Instead, he looked into Tang Wu's eyes resolutely, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, Tang Wu seemed to see a spear that had just been unsheathed, a spear that was invincible!

Tang Wu was naturally not to be outdone, and looked at each other.

After a few seconds, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Tang Wu walked out of the team first, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Luo.

"Hello, Cristiano."

"Hello, Tangwu." Xiao Luo's right hand and Tang Wu held each other forcefully, "Thank you Tangwu. Thanks to you, I can start this game."

"Then you have to use all your strength!" Tang Wu said in a tone facing the younger generation.

"Of course, I hope you don't let the water go!" Xiao Luo's eyes flashed, and his confident eyes became more confident.

This is the first time the two young people meet, and the scene is harmonious and polite.

Many years later, Ronaldo said in an interview: "A lot of people meet for the first time, you can see from the other person's eyes whether it is an enemy or a friend. Obviously, from that moment, I knew that he would be my opponent for life. !"

"Hey, Tang, it's time to enter, come back quickly!" Mutu shouted in the team.

Xiao Luo was the first to let go of his hand and made a "please" gesture.Tang Wu nodded, turned around and returned to the team.

"Don, what are you talking about with him? Let's kick him out in the game!" Mutu whispered, "Shall I help you say something nice in front of him after scoring?"

"Oh, let's wait until you score!" Tang Wu said disdainfully, "Don't forget that the opponent is Manchester United, the Premier League champions last season!"

"What about the Premier League champions?" Mutu curled his lips, "Can the Premier League champions look down on their opponents at will?"

"No!" Tang Wu shook his head and said, "You know that what I said to the media was not my intention!"

In the spat with Ronaldinho, except for the first time Tang Wu responded slightly out of youthful vigor, every word he said after that was under the behest of the club.

"So you think he is the same as you, and the things he said to attack you were taught by other people?"

"That's right!" Tang Wu nodded and said, "It was only when I got closer that I realized that Cristiano is not the kind of person who belittles others without any contact! Obviously, we were all robbed by the club!"

"No, Tang, you are wrong!" Mutu shook his head like a rattle, "You are too kind! You can't do this!"

"What do you mean?"

"Don! You have to remember!" Mutu's expression suddenly became serious, "Even if he didn't mean to say these words at the beginning, when he finds out that your strength is really weak, those words will become his most sincere words to you. view!"

"So, Don, use all your strength! Let these wealthy countrymen see how strong Chelsea's youngest shield is!"

Just as Mutu hugged Tang Wu's shoulder drums with both hands to "teach" the latter, the Stamford Bridge radio suddenly raised a pitch.

"The next one is Tang~~~~Wu from the far east!"

　Thank you Yuanmou for your big reward!
　　Ask for collection, ask for tickets~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)