King’s Landing in Nottingham

Vol 2 Chapter 504: I'm really a fak dog

Chapter 504 I'm Really Fake Dog

"Pooh……"

As soon as the ceremony was completed, Edgar Davis spit on the turf viciously. The Dutchman of the Tottenham team really didn’t look at it. If you run into our Notts County, you are guaranteed to be beaten. It's bloody.

"Papa......"

"Notts County!"

"Papa......"

"Notts County!"

The Notts County fans in the stands worked very hard. Under the leadership of David Prouss, they slapped their palms, shouting the name of Notts County, and steadily suppressed the momentum of the Tottenham fans.

This is probably the first time that about 50,000 fans wearing Notts County jerseys have entered the game to watch the game. Relying on the gospel brought by the eavesdropping incident, many victims have joined the fan camp of Notts County Club.

Ordinary people may not know the truth about this, but they know that "News of the World" and "The Sun" were acquired by the Magpie Group. There is something unspeakable here, and the English media have long been chasing the news.

Besides, so some big people began to pay attention to the Notts County Club quietly. After a period of fermentation, it is not known to everyone, and the English can not help but imagine.

Many people feel that Notts County played an extremely important role in detecting wiretapping incidents. Isn't this the messenger of light? The incarnation of justice?

Want it!

Ever since, there are more and more fans in Notts County.

In the opening five minutes, Tottenham rushed for a wave. Van der Sar's Notts County defense was solid, and the London team did not touch a feather.

The offense also depends on Notts County. The first chance of the audience was created by Ronaldinho. Ronaldinho broke through on the left and created a corner kick for the team.

Sneijder took the corner kick, and the Dutchman put **** on his left hand, which was another signal for tactical execution.

"Fak, what kind of routine is this!"

Michael Dawson couldn't help but cursed. Notts County's videos have been watched a lot recently, and there has never been such a two-finger corner kick tactic before.

Just when Dawson was not paying attention, Notts County took a left corner kick and it was too late to lie. Michael Dawson rushed to the header to make a clearance.

Dawson, who was not fast, just barely made a clearance when he rushed. The ball still didn't get out of the danger zone. Drogba relied on his huge body to get stuck in the position and volleyed the goal and set off the anti-aircraft gun.

"Hey..."

Drogba patted his huge palm, the Ivorian with long fingers, he laughed, showing his big white teeth.

Three minutes later, Felipe Ram's cross from the left was resolved by Tottenham goalkeeper Paul Robinson. If Drogba is a little bit higher, the ball is still a little bit more likely.

Paul Robinson’s powerful throwing offense made rapid progress. Dutch veteran Ovimars actively returned to the defense, anticipating the opponent's actions, and directly knocked down Robbie Keane.

"Beep beep!"

"Beep beep!"

Ovimars, who was still spitting after the attack, was shown a yellow card by the referee as a warning. The Dutch waved his hand indifferently, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Today, Notts County is protected by Davis and Alonso behind Sneijder. The Dutch front midfielder is responsible for transporting artillery shells, dispatching the organization, and flying straight on both sides.

When the narrators in the media booth were full of emotions, Notts County's wing attack took off again:

Feliperam made a pass from the left and Xavi Alonso's header flew through. Drogba in the penalty area was unmarked, but he could not touch the ball. He watched the ball from his own. The front of the forehead flew out of the bottom line.

"God, I'm really a fak dog, I haven't seized two good opportunities in a row!"

Drogba is holding his head to chagrin again, but this is only the beginning. Tottenham’s defensive focus today is all on him:

When taking off, not only had to hold Davenport, but also guard against Dawson pulling his jersey and preventing the Ivorian from rushing up. Drogba was too difficult.

Precisely because of this, when Ovimars broke through to the bottom line and knocked on the goal, Drogba recklessly moved forward and the jersey was directly broken by Dawson. Although he barely completed the shot, the quality of the shot was really good. Can't flatter me.

"Sheet!"

"Mr. Referee, can you take a look? My jersey was torn by him. It was produced by Magpie Sports and made in China. The quality is very good. Do you understand? Such good quality has been broken by him. Shouldn't it? Is there anything to say?"

The referee also touched the jersey himself and said to his heart that the material is good and it must be very comfortable to wear.

The Côte d’Ivoire stood beside him like a black king, causing the referee to chill in his back. Is there any problem with this ball?

It seems to be a problem, but it shouldn’t be a penalty. If a penalty is awarded, the League Cup final won’t change its flavor? Those enthusiastic Spurs fans still have to scold themselves to death.

Well, you can't blow, you can't blow.

"No, no, the game continues..."

The referee waved at Drogba, and then quickly fled the scene under the protection of Tottenham players.

The referee glanced at him and saw that Drogba had clenched his fist, and if he didn't run, maybe Drogba's fist would be punched up.

"I'm really a fak dog!"

"really……"

Drogba scolded him, and the referee didn't care about him, but there was a hint of joy in his heart. Fortunately, he ran early.

In the seventeenth minute of the game, Tottenham caught Xavi Alonso's error and cut off the ball. Carrick sent a long pass.

With a steady long diagonal pass and perfect backspin, Robbie Keane unloaded the ball comfortably in the penalty area. Carvalho also left a little room for Keane, and this guy took the opportunity to hit a kick. Gate.

"Fak! Ricardo, force it up, force it up!"

Van der Sar couldn't help but snarled. Keane's shot was really tough. If he didn't react quickly, he would hit the post with his head. Isn't it bloody?

Can't you keep an eye on it?

"Understood, understood!"

Carvalho quickly responded twice, leaned in and slapped Van der Sar, then ran straight forward.

Perhaps with anger, perhaps with dissatisfaction, five minutes later, Lichsteiner and Davenport clashed in a corner kick.

"Fuck, you are a violent man!"

"Fakfak, you are a violent maniac!"

"I do it!"

The Swiss fought with Davenport, Ziegler came up to grab his teammates in the national team, was also accidentally injured by the crazy Davenport, Carvalho went straight up and fell Davenport to the ground.

Except for the innocent Swiss Ziegler, the other three each got a yellow card. Regardless of the cause of the matter, the referee played 50 boards each, and the matter was quickly calmed down.

"Well, although the penalty was not given, the referee's level of enforcement is still reasonable, haha, I'm a Fake dog, hahahaha..."

…………Dividing line…………

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