Green Life

The ball shot out from under his feet, like a ray of white light, directly blasting into the goal from the near post. Petr Cech fell to the ground, with his straight arms and vain eyes, revealing his heart-wrenching helplessness!

"Roar", McCarthy ran to the sidelines to celebrate like crazy. Although their relegation competitors are also falling behind, you can never pin your hopes on others.

"Wigan pulled a goal back, and the scorer is...", the live commentary at Stamford Bridge announced weakly.

This goal may not have a big effect on this game. In addition to rewriting the score to 3:1, Wigan Athletic is still two goals behind.

But from the perspective of the entire league and even the history of the Premier League, this goal has changed too many things.

McCarthy became famous with one goal, maybe he has never been as famous as this goal in his whole life!

Lampard quickly took the ball out of his own goal, just like Mark Qin, and placed it on the kick-off point in the middle circle.

During the live broadcast of the two games played side by side, they looked up at the big screen almost at the same time, the second half, the 76th minute.

Neither Chelsea nor Liverpool are willing to put their fate in the hands of others. Ancelotti obviously already knows the result of another venue.

He rarely shouted loudly from the sidelines, "One ball, one ball, one ball, attack, attack!"

A ball means heaven!

A ball means hell!

A ball means the success or failure of a season.

One goal, less than twenty minutes left.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, can they hold on to the advantage they have worked so hard to get? Although it is very small, it is enough to achieve their fabulous season!"

Peterson was questioning, or stating, 39 balls, 29 balls, the TV station never switched to a certain venue, but kept the two games.

The camera firmly locked on the leading shooters of the two teams, Didier Drogba and Mark Qin. It seemed that the decision was about to be made at their feet in these 20 minutes. In these two games, everyone saw a crazy, silent horse Keqin, how crazy.

2 games, 7 goals!

He is outputting firepower crazily, as if he wants to drain every potential in his body.

The time pointed to more than six o'clock in the evening, and the night slowly fell, and other games had almost lost their meaning.

On the TV screen, Chelsea launched a tidal offensive. Ancelotti replaced Deco and replaced Ballack.

What kind of organization is needed now, just shock!

From the reaction of the fans in the Stamford Bridge stand, all Chelsea players can feel something without the coach telling.

That was a mountain of depression!

Fuck, last year's Champions League was won by them in three minutes. Is it possible that this year's league will have another major reversal?

All the blue army officers and soldiers felt that their breathing was gradually getting heavy, and they did not allow this to happen again!

Absolutely not allowed!

The rhythm, the rhythm of Stamford Bridge suddenly accelerated, with direct passes again and again, and collisions again and again.

The situation was out of control and the only thing left for everyone at Chelsea was to get the ball into the damn goal.

Ancelotti shouted anxiously on the sidelines, and three minutes later he replaced Anelka, who couldn't run, with Kalou.

Ashley Cole has become a winger, crosses, non-stop crosses, long shots, non-stop long shots!

"Drogba, boom"

"Lampard, boom"

This time, all the fans at Stamford Bridge unconsciously bit their fists.

A shudder, they felt a shudder.

On the other side, Hull City also don't want Liverpool to score goals at their home court anymore. It's already 6:0, enough!

Similarly, Maxwell has also become a winger. Two competitors, one red and one blue, gouged hard at the two turtle shells, one white and one yellow. Wigan still wanted to fight back.

Hull City didn't even want to counterattack. All 11 people huddled near the penalty area, kicking their feet, delaying time, and just waiting for the end of the game.

The Liverpool fans were not having a good time either. They watched Chelsea bombard Wigan Athletic in the live broadcast, and their hearts were in their throats.

After all, their advantage is so weak that they only need a straw to crush them, and a gust of wind to blow them away.

"Gerrard, take a long shot..." Mika looked at Liverpool, who couldn't get in at the front of the penalty area, and their captain swung his thigh and took a long shot.

The ball whizzed out, then whistled and flew out against the crossbar, "Oh...", "Hey...", all the away fans of the Red Army covered their faces, bursting with uncontrollable regret.

On the other side, Drogba once again carried the opponent's defender to get a position in the penalty area, showing his monster-like body.

"Drogba, Drogba, turn around and shoot...", the fans in the Stamford Bridge stands made the same movement, covering their faces in disbelief, the ball was actually confiscated by the Wigan goalkeeper!

"There are still ten minutes, there are still ten minutes," Peterson shouted nervously, "everything will be decided, and Liverpool are leading for the time being."

Ancelotti looked up and immediately made the last substitution, replacing the defender Carvalho with striker Belletti!

Four strikers, Chelsea will play their lives!

"Chelsea make another change, Carlo Ancelotti puts on another striker and they're going to die"

The atmosphere of the game in the two arenas was almost stagnant. Even the FA officials who were scattered in the two arenas felt incredible. This was the first time they encountered such a situation.

The winner is getting closer!

"Mark, sway with your back and shoot the far corner...", Peterson shouted again, the ball circled a big arc from the right side of the penalty area, and went straight to the far post, the dead corner.

The rotation of the ball made everyone feel different emotions. Looking up, the goalkeeper Duke looked at the ball and gave up saving.

It flew too abruptly, and the arc it made was too big. Looking at that direction, it went straight to a blind spot.

"Mark...", "Duang", "Oops", the ball hit the outside of the post and bounced off the baseline.

"Oh...", all the Red Army fans in front of the TV put their heads in their hands and looked confused, they didn't enter!

He didn't get in! This is a goal that can kill suspense, how could it not be scored? Ma Keqin also had a rare expression of disbelief, the kick felt very good, but he didn't get in!

"Chelsea's corner kick, counting stoppage time, there are only a few minutes left." Meka looked at the other side and said, "Liverpool hold on."

All of the Blues swarmed into Wigan Athletic's box, including goalkeeper Petr Cech.

They are only minutes away!

"Malouda, drove to the edge of the small penalty area, Terry, Terry, was punched out by the Wigan goalkeeper first, hurry up, Chelsea", this must be a commentary that is biased towards the Blues.

As soon as the ball flew out of the penalty area, Essien rushed over like flying, jumped up and pushed the ball back into the penalty area.

There was chaos in Wigan's restricted area. At this moment, a black and strong monster leaped up from the crowd. No one could hold him back, no one could stop him, him.

Like a header relay, he jumped high, leaned back, and slapped the ball in the opposite direction!

The Wigan goalkeeper, who was coming for the ball, could only turn his head and watch the ball cross the goal line.

"Boom", that was the monster landing, the basketball team turned their heads collectively, "Boom", the entire Stamford Bridge seemed to have a big explosion, and even Abramovich jumped up.

The sea is galloping, this is the charm of football!

"My God," Peterson said, looking at the screen in disbelief, "My God," and Micah was dumbfounded.

"****", Spalletti heard the assistant whisper and cursed, and hurried to the sidelines to gesture for the team!

"Hiss...", the Red Army fans collectively gasped!

The soldiers of the Red Army, who backed away and waited for the kick-off by the goalkeeper who was dawdling in Hull City, turned their heads and looked at the sidelines, feeling a thump in their hearts.

Ma Keqin's heart was instantly covered with a cloud, Chelsea, who couldn't be beaten to death, actually entered again!

A yellow card was finally exchanged for a goal kick, and Hull City dawdled for at least a minute.

"Liverpool, Liverpool, GOGOGO", McManaman suddenly shouted in the commentary booth.

"Let us go through the storm hand in hand...", many fans of the red bar held hands and sang the eternal soul music automatically, floating and drifting into the distance.

Skrtel stopped Bigfoot, Gerrard got the ball, "come up", Mark Qin waved to Reina.

What's the use of having a goalkeeper now! They need to score!

The fourth referee communicated with the main referee on the field through the headset, and waved for the staff to take out the electronic cards.

Prepare for stoppage time.

Gerrard handed the ball to Mark Qin who retreated. Mark Qin swiped it horizontally and quickly handed it to Lucas.

Back, back, forward, forward!

Reina has become a defensive midfielder, the defender has become a midfielder, and the rest have all gone to the penalty area!

The fourth referee pressed the button on the electronic card, and it took 3 minutes. Coincidentally, Chelsea also had 3 minutes!

"Let's go through the wind and rain together...", the chorus fans held hands and raised their hands to the sky!

"Don't worry!", Ma Keqin once again retreated to the outside of the penalty area to ask for the ball. He didn't let his teammates go to the wing, and the success rate of the cross was too low.

Received the ball, turned around, the defense immediately pushed up, his right shoulder shook, his right foot swung horizontally, slightly out of the way of the defender, and immediately made a straight push with his instep, Gerrard has become a striker.

Received the ball from Mark Qin, turned his back, and did it back. Mark Qin, who was plugged in, swayed directly in the movement, pulled the ball with his left foot, and avoided the tackle coming from the side.

"Mark, Mark, he is attacking in the middle." Peterson and Micah stood up completely. "Everyone in Liverpool rushed up to watch this attack."

Flip, flick, another wall, Iaquinta was in a staggered position, received a flick in the chest from Mark Qin, and then went in the way of Mark Qin's forward drive, chest pad.

"Good goal, good goal", Mika was already screaming, and Liverpool's coaching staff and substitutes all ran to the sidelines.

"The sky is bright...", the chorus of the Red Army fans reached its final climax like a big bell.

The black-haired boy passed through the two defensive lines like the wind, and the ball drew a small parabola, slanted, and fell.

A tall dark-skinned defender, that is another central defender, looked to be a head taller than Mark Qin.

A few strides came up, and then he flew to put a shovel, trying to kick the ball out of the baseline with his long legs.

Ma Keqin, who was sprinting, raised his foot, and quickly hooked the ball with the toe of his right foot, allowing it to avoid the flying shovel.

"Mark! Mark!", the ball flew back and would be above the head, without waiting or hesitating!

That is absolute confidence!

God said, let there be light!

With his body back towards the goal, he soared into the air, his right leg lifted up first and then kicked down quickly, and his waist and abdomen lifted up.

The left calf and the stretched left foot were like a whip being swung back, and they were slammed into the center of the ball!

"Mark!" screamed Peterson, "Back in the air!"

Everyone looked up, as if at that moment, they had entered time and slowed down many times.

It's the tension and the adrenaline rush, the illusion.

God said, let there be, light!

"Boom", a solid sound, without any falsehood.

The Blues continued to attack, and Lampard took a long shot and flew into the stands, "Huh", he looked up at the sky.

The crescent moon bends, dark clouds drift by, and a ray of light thumps down! , some dazzling!

God said, let there be light!

"It's dawn...", all the Red Army fans yelled the final roar, followed by a white light.

The white light flashed across the top of the head, flew over the small penalty area, and jumped past the blank gaze of the goalkeeper Duke.

With a bang, it plunged into the damned door, setting off the most beautiful waves, white and extremely gorgeous!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

"Ah...", the fans at the bar faced each other, blushing, yelling, yelling, yelling, their veins exposed!

Ferocious, the sound shook the sky!

"Ah...", all the coaches on the sidelines hugged each other, and all the substitutes in red rushed to the corner!

Ma Keqin looked up in the air, the sky was hanging upside down, but the gate, the net, and the trajectory of the ball clearly came into his eyes.

He stared at it until the dust settled!

Boom, the chest seems to explode! He turned over and tore his clothes, half naked on the way.

Muscles twitched, sweat dripped down, screaming for nine days!

God said, let there be something, light! That dazzling light, that peerless light, that fixed light!

"Goaaaaaaal...", Peterson and Maika exhausted all their strength and exhausted all the air in their lungs.

Boom, there was a thunderbolt at Stamford Bridge! The audience was silent, the clock on the big screen was ticking, 92.12, 92.13...

"Goal kick...", Lampard was the first to realize what was happening, fighting the referee's goalkeeper who was stalling for time.

Wigan has got the news that their opponents have lost!

After Isabella finished praying with both hands on the sofa, she slowly opened her eyes, opened the Bible next to her, and pulled her eyes in.

God said, let there be light...

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