The rise of greenery

2: 2.

Ferdinand tilted his head, his eyes lit up.

"Wait, scoring four goals in the first 8 minutes, does that...seem to be a new record?"

"It's normal to score four goals in 8 minutes. Lewandowski can score five goals in 9 minutes, but he scored 8 goals in 4 minutes before the opening. I don't think I have seen such a game?"

Ferdinand tapped his head, but he really couldn't think of it.

But he said again.

"But Luo personally accomplished the feat of five goals in 8 minutes, breaking Lewandowski's record. Can he break his own record again today?"

"terrible."

horrible?

Not enough to describe.

The skies are red in the Chieftain.

The eyes of the Naples players are also red.

The draw turned them murderous.

The meat to the mouth was lost.

They are not satisfied!

As soon as the ball kicked off, Zielinski in the middle sent a through ball, but the power was weak. Milik failed to get the ball, and Mustafi got the ball first. He simply stabbed up with a side shoulder. Musta Fei flew.

The whistle blew, but no cards.

call~

call~

The laughter in the stands was deafening.

Arsenal fans are dissatisfied.

The referee was under tremendous pressure and ignored it.

"Whose home field is this? It's too ugly, even if you kill Arsenal, it won't be like this. The referee is not cunning enough."

Mustafi was also annoyed, but was stopped by Lichtsteiner, "Doesn't the other party want us to lose our minds? Don't fall for the trap, trust the captain."

He said while looking at Luo Wu.

"We just have to be defensive."

"Stay out of trouble."

"Don't be like Holding."

……

The kick-off was re-kick-off, and Naples pressed forward. Arsenal couldn't do it patiently, so they had to send forward.

Harland was left alone.

Although Coulibaly suffered a loss just now, but now with the help of his teammates, he easily gained the upper hand.

Alan got the ball again, and Luo Wu's figure flashed!

Immediately he has a big foot!

scared.

The nightmare of being tackled by Luo Wu just now is still vivid in his memory, he dare not let the ball stop under his feet.

It's hot.

Ancelotti shook his head.

The ball returned to Arsenal, but Kolasinac was also pushed too tightly by Callejon. After hitting the middle, Mustafi scolded his mother and was almost intercepted by Mortes. Shoveled the ball off.

The ball goes out of bounds.

Marcuit rushed up, picked up the ball and threw it into the penalty area!

No one followed Mortes. Mortes turned and adjusted while looking at the surrounding Arsenal players. Only Koscielny ran over, but he chose not to let the ball land, and volleyed sideways with his right foot!

huh~

The ball flew into the second-floor stands and missed the shot.

If this is a world-class shooter, the ball may be scored.

Emery glanced at the bench, then at Haaland on the field.

He really doesn't want to make substitutions and adjustments. Although Harland often wastes some unbelievable opportunities, he is already Luo Wu's most reliable teammate.

Unless J Luo comes back...

But when and what month will J Luo come back?

After hesitating, Arsenal lost the ball again in the frontcourt, and Iwobi took it for granted to break through and lose the ball.

Instead, it was Callejon's turn to pass the barrier alone, and he picked the ball over Lichtsteiner's head. With an outside instep chipping the ball, the ball flew near the small penalty area line. Blocked the bottom line.

corner kick.

Emery immediately wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, walked to the bench, and drove Xhaka and Torreira up.

He still made up his mind to make adjustments.

It should be dissatisfied with some guys on the court.

The corner kick is taken.

Coulibaly!

Take Haaland alone.

Harland has a height advantage, but he can't meet the jumping space, and he is crushed by Coulibaly.

Seeing that Coulibaly was about to hit the ball, he shot subconsciously, and pushed his left palm onto Coulibaly's back with such light force that Coulibaly fell to the right in an instant.

In mid-air, Coulibaly hooked his right foot to Harland's left calf, and then fell even more exaggerated.

beep,

The whistle sounded again.

All eyes turned to the referee.

What is he going to do again?

At this time the whistle sounded.

But the next moment, the referee pointed to the penalty spot.

"Oh? Another penalty? This is too far-fetched, isn't it a penalty?"

"It's definitely not a penalty."

"Gift again, it doesn't exist at all!"

"Chiguoguo is partial to Naples, is it endless? Harland's hand is not strong at all. Koulibaly is so big, tsk tsk, he took the initiative to hook Harland when he fell down. If this is a penalty, the Premier League one There can be 100 rounds!"

Ferdinand was outraged.

"But he did push, no matter how hard he was or not, so it was still a foul." Carragher disagreed with Ferdinand.

"This is a European game, not the Premier League, and the penalty scale is different. It can only be said that Harland lacks experience."

Ferdinand shook his head. "But it can't be that fake, right? It's disgusting."

Harland wanted to cry, but bent down to ask Coulibaly for an explanation, wishing he could put his head on it, the muscles on his face twisted badly.

But it was pulled away by Luo Wu in time.

"Forget it, give it to them." Luo Wu patted him on the shoulder, still not showing his anger.

Harland reluctantly walked away.

Others also accepted this helpless fact.

Emery sighed with his hands on his hips, and he didn't bother to argue with the fourth official.

This is obviously giving Naples an advantage, and it is useless for them to argue.

Only Argentines left in front of the goal, Martinez one.

Standing in front of him was still Mortes.

Mortes had already scored a penalty just now, and now it looks like he will score twice.

But Martinez's eyes were very sharp, fixed on Mortus, and this time he did not move from side to side, shaking his long arms.

He changed the game.

Mortes, who was in the run-up, also changed his approach. He first ran two steps forward, then slowed down his rhythm, and after a pause of half a second, he ran towards the ball again.

Still chose to shoot with the right arch, but this time he tried to kick a spoon!

How dare you.

Who do you think he is?

He failed.

Martinez got down on one knee and slapped the ball out with his left hand!

He himself was surprised.

His second reaction was also quick, and he swept out his left leg immediately, because Mortes also rushed up, and he had no time to make a second save.

In the end, he took the lead and swept the ball out of the penalty area!

This ball actually fell towards Luo Wu's direction!

The most shocking thing was the Napoli goalkeeper who was far away at the other end of the goal.

What a damn.

He forgot again.

He forgot to stand quietly on the goal line...

"Fake!"