I am Vardy

Anyway, the system only requires hitting the goal frame in the game, and does not specifically specify that it is the opponent's goal frame. Vardy thinks that hitting the goal frame in his own half should also be considered valid data!

At this time, there is no way to go to the front court and get a few kicks towards the opponent's door frame. It is better to retreat and try to find your own door frame, in case it succeeds!

This is probably a loophole in the system. If the system does not admit it at that time, I have the confidence to refute the unscrupulous system.

Vardy smiled at the veteran Martin, ignored his roar, and continued to dribble the ball into the small penalty area.

Everyone was dumbfounded watching Vardy's actions, completely unable to make a sound.

Inside the big penalty area is a small penalty area, and inside the small penalty area is a goal!

Watching Vardy go straight to the goal, some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

Vardy is going to do something!

"I have a strong premonition that this guy is going to hit the goal post. I didn't enjoy it in the middle of Middlesbrough just now, and now he's messing with my own goal again. This funny comparison can definitely be done!"

"Anyway, the game is coming to an end, everyone, don't blink, the next comedy will be staged!"

"Why do I feel that he wants to use own goals to score goals to compete for the league golden boot? Ask a question for Xiaobai, do own goals count as goal statistics?"

"Nimma, you're so funny!"

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Martin had a horrified expression on his face, looking at Vardy who was getting closer and closer to himself and the goal, there was no way to describe his sad mood at the moment.

"Go away now, we are still good friends!"

However, Vardy didn't care at all and continued to dribble towards... the post and killed it.

Martin gave up, if you want to die, you can do it yourself, I won't stop it!

Under the eyes of everyone, Vardy hit the goal post with the ball, then left the ball on the spot, regardless of it, and looked back at the half with a handsome look.

This scene made people shatter their glasses.

What about the own goal?

What about the angry goalkeeper?

In the end, I found out that you were making everyone happy!

Martin in front of the door was relieved, as long as you didn't come here to cause trouble!

The fans fell down, they were not funny, they became teasing others, and they were all teased, so embarrassing!

Moyes had the urge to replace Vardy and swear, this guy can go to the house without fighting for three days!

The referee also had an expression of beeping the dog, should the game continue?

He was tempted to show Vardy a yellow card for deliberately delaying the game...

But just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a huge accident happened.

A gust of wind blew by, and the ball squatting on the edge of the goal post mischievously played with the gust of wind, and quietly rolled into the goal without anyone noticing.

Vardy was still there with a happy smile on his face, so bright that he didn't know what happened behind him.

Beep——!

The referee's whistle is blowing!

Vardy raised his hands high, celebrating the victory, and at the same time celebrating his successful completion of the cheating task.

Hey, this whistle doesn't seem to be too many!

Shouldn't the end of the game be two shorts and one long?

Why does this seem to be the whistle for a goal?

Valditon felt bad.

Turning around suddenly, he found that the ball suddenly appeared in his goal. Looking at Martin again, he looked at himself with an expression of "you are finished".

Seemingly a little embarrassed, the laughter and cheers from the stands made him a little confused, because he didn't know what was going on.

Then look at the eyes of teammates and opponents around you, as if you are looking at an idiot!

why is that?

Obviously it was scored, but the nearest Middlesbrough fans were far away,

How did they score?

Looking at Martin suspiciously, he was sure he had parked the ball near the goalpost. Could it be that Martin did it?

This guy accidentally got the ball into the goal?

"Look at my hair? Solve the trouble you caused yourself!" Seeing Vardy looking at himself suspiciously, Martin was furious at that time.

Vardy still doesn't know why.

This is my fault?

I just parked the ball on the edge of the goal. Did the ball think that the goal is its eternal destination and rolled in by itself?

Well, this must be the only explanation!

Well, although I am not the direct culprit, after all, I made it up by myself, and I should bear part of the responsibility.

I'll check with Moyes later!

Vardy nodded, looking absent-minded!

Looking at the heartless Vardy, Martin knew that this funny guy must not understand what was going on.

I don't know if it's because I've been with Vardy for a long time, but the whole Everton team has begun to be infected with the funny attribute.

"Look, the ball is so close!"

Martin glared at Vardy, fished the ball out of the goal, and placed the ball in the position next to the goal post just now.

Under Vardy's suspicious eyes, Martin suddenly lay on the ground pouted, put his mouth in front of the ball, and blew vigorously.

Vardy was stunned.

Elderly, you can't do it!

Nima, what are you doing?

In the next second, the ball was blown by Martin, and it rolled into the goal.

Vardy probably understood——

It turned out that the goal just now was blown in by Martin! ! !

But why does this guy have to blow the ball into the goal?

Where is the reason?

Is it just because this guy wants to make a funny comparison?

Or is it that Martin has never had a chance to score, and this time he wants to realize a dream of his career, even if it is an own goal?

Besides, Vardy really can't think of any other explanation!

Martin was on the verge of tears.

Your IQ is not suitable for playing football anymore, you should drive a big truck!

Vardy and Martin seemed to be performing a comedy in front of the door, and everyone was surrounded by mist, and they had no idea what they were doing!

The referee couldn't stand it anymore, and came over and gave Vardy and Martin a yellow card each, because they deliberately delayed the time.

However, after the game restarted, the referee quickly blew the whistle to end the game.

Even though there were some twists and turns in the final stage of the game, Everton still won the game without any risk.

When he walked off the field, Vardy didn't know what was going on and buried Martin. At this time, Martin felt that to refute Vardy would lower his IQ.

But as soon as he stepped off the court, Vardy was scolded by Moyes.

Vardy was confused, Martin scored an own goal, why are you scolding me?

"Well, wasn't I just trying to delay the time? Others delay the time by taking the ball to the corner, and at that stop, I just changed the direction. It's not that serious, right?"

Vardy defended in a low voice, he really didn't think he had a big problem.

In the past, when watching games, there were always players carrying the ball to the corner area, where they carried the defensive players to protect the ball. People could not grab money in narrow places, and others would fall to the ground as soon as they touched it. This is easy to delay time. Do it yourself The things are completely the same, the result is the same!

Of course, if it weren't for Martin's funny comparison, there wouldn't be so many things!