I am Vardy

After the start of the game, Manchester City did not rely on their home advantage to attack aggressively, and they were also afraid of Everton's sharp counterattack.

The two teams fell into a fierce competition in the midfield.

Vardy was a little itchy, as if a child just got a novelty toy but couldn't show off to his friends.

There are throw-ins, but they are all near the center line. Even if Vardy has a howitzer, he can't blast that far.

The game lasted until the 12th minute. When Vardy took the ball on the right and broke through, he was tackled to the ground by the opponent with the ball.

However, it may be because the opponent's action is not particularly large and they are playing at home. The referee did not judge the Manchester City defender for a foul, but only gave Everton a throw-in.

If it was normal, Vardy would have rushed over to challenge the referee, but this time, Vardy honestly ran to throw the throw-in, with an excited expression on his face, and everyone thought Vardy was stupid!

Carsley walked to the referee and muttered a few words. After trying to no avail, he was about to go for a throw-in. Unexpectedly, Vardy got the ball first.

Reach out to control Vardy's request, and he will throw the throw-in on this side. He has never seen Vardy throw a throw-in.

But Vardy shook his head at him, beckoning himself to throw it.

Well, trifles that don't matter, Carsley didn't insist, and stood by to catch the ball, only his position nearby was suitable for receiving the ball.

Vardy glanced at the penalty area and found that Ferguson had indeed settled down, so a secretive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He tried his best to take two steps back, and under the incomprehensible eyes of others, he suddenly started and threw the ball into the court.

Then, the entire stadium stopped abruptly, followed by roaring laughter.

Vardy looked at the ball falling from the sky, with an embarrassing expression on his face, and subconsciously took the ball back into his hand.

If he is just a bystander, then he must be able to laugh out loud, the performance of Carsley and Gravesen and others is the best proof.

It's embarrassing!

The hand slipped, the ball didn't even fly into the field, it went straight up and down over his head, and returned to his arms again!

Amidst the ridicule of others, Vardy was about to cry!

Do you want to be so ashamed!

Even the referee who came over laughed.

The referee gave Manchester City an indirect free kick for Vardy's "continuous kick" foul.

Carsley looked at Vardy speechlessly, you insist on rushing to throw a throw-in, just throw such a ghost?

And Ferguson, who was nailed in the penalty area, had a black line on his head. I was fighting with others in the penalty area. In the end, you gave me such a blow. Are you kidding me?

Vardy can't wait to find a crack in the ground and get in!

After looking forward to it for a long time, it was not easy to get a chance to throw a throw-in, but I wasted it by being so ridiculous. I think I will definitely be on the top five in the Premier League tomorrow.

Well, this is considered funny!

Vardy can only comfort himself in his heart.

Soon, after the game started, Everton won another free kick in the same position.

Good opportunity, this is a good opportunity for me to atone for my sins and prove myself!

Shouting in his heart, Vardy rushed to the long side again, grabbing the ball from the ball boy before Carsley.

Carsley had a black line on his face, "Stop making trouble, dear, give it to me quickly, you can't give Manchester City any more free kicks!"

Vardy held the ball stubbornly, with a decisive look of "If you don't let me throw it, I will die in front of you", which made Carsley extremely helpless.

At this time, the Manchester City fans in the stands started to make trouble again.

"Let Vardy throw a throw-in!" They shouted in unison. In their view, Vardy is a standard undercover, and the game will once again change from Everton's throw-in to Manchester City's free kick.

"Well, I don't care about you, but be careful when you go back to the boss to deal with you!" Carsley shook his head and walked away.

Vardy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

I deliberately wiped the ball with the jersey to prevent the slippery situation just now from happening again.

Throwing Ferguson a reassuring look, Vardy stepped back, ready for the throw-in.

Get out of the way, I'm going to fire!

Roaring from the bottom of his heart, Vardy suddenly started, his body stretched extremely, this is a very standard throw-in posture.

The ball flew out of Vardy's hands, like a cannonball, and crashed straight into the field with such force that it could be shot with his feet.

But in the next second, the entire stadium stopped abruptly.

Looking at the Manchester City players lying on the ground covering their faces, Vardy suddenly felt that it might not be suitable for him to throw a throw-in today.

Less than five yards away, the ball slammed into the face of Manchester City Jr. Wright Phillips, knocking him to the ground and lying on his back.

How can it be so accurate?

I don't even have a precise positioning!

Well, you must have made it on purpose.

Well, that's it!

Vardy walked over, looked at Little Wright, who was hit by himself with nosebleeds all over his face, and silently mourned him for two minutes in his heart.

Several Manchester City players came over and looked at Vardy with a bad expression. In their view, Vardy was absolutely deliberate.

You threw it so accurately, you said you didn't do it on purpose, who would believe it!

Vardy smiled, a little embarrassed.

The unlucky little Wright was carried to the sidelines to stop the bleeding, and the game restarted.

Not long after the game started, the sensational effect caused by Vardy's two throw-ins has already shocked the audience.

Some people even suspected that it was because when Vardy made the first throw-in mistake, the unlucky little Wright laughed too hard, and then Vardy deliberately retaliated against him.

What a boring hammer!

Too bad!

Otherwise, I would not touch the throw-in. I always feel that there is a big hand controlling all this. This feeling in Vardy's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Throwing a foul ball is a very simple problem, and with the blessing of the berserk grenade feature, shouldn't it be pointed at where to hit?

How could one hand slip a headshot?

Hey, it's all tears!

Vardy decided to be honest and never touch the throw-in again.

But the problem is that Carsley is too wicked. When there was a frontcourt throw-in again, he actually waved at Vardy.

"Or are you still here?"

Vardy's expression was very tangled, and he hesitated in his heart, but after two seconds, he knew that he had fallen again!

I come and I come!

I still can't believe it.

Again and again, if there is another mistake, I swear that I will stay far away from throwing the ball in the future.

Taking a deep breath, Vardy stood out of bounds with the ball, closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality.

When he opened his eyes again, he almost lost his breath.

Within the arc range of more than ten yards in front, it seems to be the earth after the genocide, and there is not a single living creature, no matter teammates or opponents.

These people were all scared by Vardy's big bomb!