A person who originally had hair has a big bald head, and a bald person who has lost all his hair. The concept is completely different. It is the difference between a kiwi fruit and an egg. And Everton forward Andy Johnson is the best among eggs, shiny and bright.
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The 27-year-old Johnson is Everton's highest-paid player. This short and aggressive bald winger scored 21 goals in the Premier League in the 2004-05 season. Scar only scored 25 that year. However, since
Transferred to
After Everton, he gradually became addicted to diving and took great pleasure in diving. As Mourinho said, Johnson is a "person with no integrity" who "pursues diving all his life". For this reason, Johnson also
I almost went to court to sue Mourinho for defamation.
In fact, Johnson's diving is not clever, and it is not up to the level described by Inzaghi. He just dares to throw. He is good at numbers and reaps little by sowing. Otherwise, he would not have become a 'king of diving'.
'The reputation has become well-known and notorious.
At that moment in the first half, Johnson was originally going to take a penalty kick, but unfortunately he didn't calculate it and was half a step too early. But things on the line were ambiguous. If it had been Maldini, he might have missed it.
Maldini and Nesta were paying attention. If anyone could defeat these two gods again, it would be worthy of bragging for a lifetime. Until the second half, Johnson could no longer find a chance to dive.
Baines got down and passed to Arteta. The Spanish midfielder dodged Pirlo's press and passed the ball diagonally to Johnson from the other side. Bald Qiang took advantage of the situation and entered the penalty area.
The American rushed up to drive him towards the baseline. Gattuso happened to focus on Arteta who was preparing to respond. As a result, Maldini had a short leisure time.
While the cavalry was pressing Johnson from the side, they greeted Nesta in a low voice: "Young Master!" The two old monsters didn't need to exchange any more words. They immediately had a tacit understanding of what to do next.
The graceful inner beauty instantly transformed into a wild gangster. He raised his right leg a foot off the ground and swept forward. The target was obviously not the football but Johnson's head. At the same time, the fairy-like Maldini also transformed into a wolf.
The momentum of the shovel being shoveled down from behind reminds people of the bloodthirsty Attila the Hun.
Johnson was overjoyed. He held his hind legs for a moment and then rose up violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Bald Qiang rolled on the ground hugging his calves, screaming miserably as if his whole body was broken. When the expected whistle sounded, Johnson rolled around and peeked sideways, only to find Nesta and Maldini.
She stood beside him with one on her hips and one with her arms folded, with endless teasing and ridicule in her eyes.
Nesta didn't kick him at all, and Maldini didn't tackle him at all. The two gods just made a look at the same time, and it didn't count. It was a feinting foul, and he was still a light-year away. In other cases,
In people's eyes, Johnson is like a remote-controlled spring man. His performance is full of exaggeration and falsehood, and is completely inferior. The old man who went out on the street to do amateur porcelain the day before looked more like him.
The Spanish referee Laos was so angry that he couldn't wait for Johnson to get up from the ground and couldn't wait to show him a yellow card, followed by a red card. In the first half, there was a conflict between Guangtou Qiang and Bonera, and the yellow card came first.
Andy Johnson died before he left the field. As he walked down the field, he looked back three times. His eyes were full of unwillingness and desolation. The spring breeze in March could not soothe his soul. Johnson couldn't figure out what he looked like.
How come Maldini and Nesta, who have good looks and upright faces, are so stupid, their fake actions are so lifelike from their momentum to their rhythm.
Two veteran football players from the Cavaliers and the United States worked together to teach Johnson a life lesson: diving is not so fun, diving is an art and a state.
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The referee awarded a free kick in the backcourt of Milan's penalty area. After Karachi put the football away, he found Maldini waving his hand to let him go away. Karachi's goalkeeper's skills were quite adequate, but his feet were really average, and the accuracy of long passes basically depended on his head.
Character.
The cavalry slowly and lazily opened up the distance. In fact, they had been observing the situation in the front court. After seeing Zhuo Yang giving him a secret gesture from afar, the cavalry immediately started the approach. While hitting the ball with the first third of the right foot, Zhuo Yang also
Suddenly cutting in the frontcourt, Maldini and he were aiming for the 40-meter line outside the top of the arc.
The extremely accurate long pass has always been a unique skill developed by the horse team at the center back position, but this time he was a bit embarrassed. The kick was obviously a bit too big, and the football had a weird acceleration at the end of the flight. Zhuo Yang
I jumped up and stretched my neck almost like a giraffe, but I still couldn't get on the football.
The football passed over Zhuo Yang and the crowd surrounding them, hit the grass behind them hard, and suddenly bounced up again, reaching the same height as it came.
Howard's goalkeeper was originally going to attack, but only halfway through he realized that everyone had missed the ball. He hurriedly braked and stopped. After the ball rebounded, based on experience and observation, his current position was just right to take the second shot.
When the football was about to reach Howard's air defense area, it suddenly flew at a weird speed and flew directly over his head before falling again. The landing point happened to be on the goal line. 'Whoosh!'
Maldini took a direct free kick from more than 90 meters from the backcourt and sealed it with a sword!
Everyone said that it was very windy today, and the Goodison Park stadium is not windproof. They all said that the wind today was very weird, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The ball was not kicked in by the horse team, it was blown in by the wind.
.The wind is British, but the goals belong to Italy. In the 71st minute, AC Milan 2:1, the total score is 3:2, Everton must score at least two more.
Tim Howard is a man of great ambition, and it was not until four years later that he finally waited for the opportunity to imitate the cat, and scored the same goal with the help of the wind in the Premier League game against Bolton Wanderers, that he was finally satisfied. On that day, he became the fourth player in the Premier League.
The goalkeeper who scored the goal said in the post-match interview:
——"The strong wind is the enemy of the goalkeeper, and I can understand how he (the opponent's goalkeeper) feels. I was once defeated by the great Maldini in the same way, and that feeling was simply terrible."
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Zhuo Yang picked up Maldini from behind and swung him around in a circle. When he put him down again, the forty-year-old horseman was so dizzy that he couldn't stand still. Although he said that Zhuo Yang was not big or small, Maldini was not fooling around.
The happy look on Ni's face was like that of a groom at the door of the bridal chamber.
"The Cavaliers are so awesome, why should I retire? It's not a big deal to play for another two years." Zhuo Yang's smile is sincere, and what he says is also sincere, Maldini can feel it.
Chapter completed!