Chapter 278 The perfect curtain call(2/2)
It's done!
As soon as Dawson came out, Ramos stopped sticking the ball and directly kicked the ball into the penalty area. The center Fernando Torres, who came on as a substitute, stood in Tottenham's penalty area, and there was no central defender beside him defending closely!
Tottenham Hotspur, dangerous!
It was too late for Robinson to attack, so he had to lower his center of gravity as soon as possible and wait for his opponent to shoot.
However, Torres did not directly attack the goal, but used a very standard lion's head to gently rub the ball behind him. Lampard, who was inserted in the middle, rushed to the ball without waiting for the ball to land and shoot.
"Bang!"
So fast!
It seemed like a white lightning flash in the air heading straight to the goal.
Paul Robinson, England goalkeeper, was completely unable to capture the trajectory of the football, so he had to subconsciously jump on the spot and fist. Then, the back of his hand suddenly bounced out and touched the crossbar of the goal as if he was hit by a shell. The huge force made Robinson unable to maintain his body balance in the air and fell directly into the goal.
However, for Robinson, it didn't matter if he threw it ten times, because his subconscious reaction was amazing and blocked Lampard's powerful shot out!
It’s really a way out!
"Ramos' smart pass, Torres... Torres headed the ball, Lampard! Shooting!!! God, it's incredible that Robinson saved the ball! At this moment, he was definitely possessed by Banks!!! Is Chelsea's offense over?"
In the commentary seat, the commentators from various radio stations were excited and rushed to shout.
"The football flew out of the penalty area to see who got the football first, the player in the blue team uniform! Who is it? He chose to shoot directly?"
On the field!
There was only a "bang" sound!
A sound of a vigorous force hitting the football resounded throughout the audience, overshadowing everyone's screams and screams in an instant.
On the side of the Spurs goal, the back of the Chelsea No. 22 uniform, wearing the flying ball, shot hard!
The white football stayed on his instep for 0:00 a second, and then disappeared from everyone's sight like a missile suddenly fired.
It was not until the broadcast camera cut the screen into Tottenham's goal that it was discovered that the football was tightly attached to the ball net and was constantly spinning...
The ball...had it entered?
After a second or two of silence, the White Hart Lane Stadium burst into a tide like a wave.
Incredible long shot!
World Wave!
Chapter completed!