At this moment, Lei Yu wants to score more than ever, more than anyone else!
Wenger arranged for a midfielder to come on as a substitute, and Van Persie fell to the ground covering his face.
If his behavior of "ignoring his teammates" cannot bring actual benefits to Arsenal, it will be a huge blow to both his reputation and the morale of the team.
Keep moving forward and never retreat!
In this case, let’s be alone!
With a long stride, Lei Yu rushed into the penalty area with the ball without hesitation.
Facing Mesiba again, Lei Yu suddenly shifted his center of gravity, and his shoulders swayed from side to side.
"wh...what???"
In the Algerian's horrified eyes, five or six phantoms appeared around the body of Lei Yu who was dribbling the ball, leaving him overwhelmed.
What's this?
Illusion?
Snapped!
Less than a second later, as Lei Yu's arches accelerated, Mesiba fell backwards and fell to the ground.
The fans were shocked.
What just happened?
That Mesbah guy slipped again?
Don't tell me there's still water on the field right now!
Is it your sweat?
Or urine?
Facing Lei Yu who broke through with the ball, the Milan defender once again surrendered.
This time, even the last bit of dignity was lost!
But does Milan still have time to take care of face at this moment?
Apparently not!
Abbiati pounced on Mesiba as soon as he sat back. Facing Lei Yu who came with the ball, he really had no confidence.
joke!
This is the king of heroes!
A man who can make highlights by scoring goals past the goalkeeper, can I really stop him?
In order to comfort himself, Abbiati performed self-hypnosis early.
Otherwise, the moment Mesba was shaken out of his butt, he himself could not help but fall to the ground.
Lei Yu is still dribbling the ball forward, and Van Bommel is also following closely.
Seeing that Abbiati was about to confiscate the ball at Lei Yu's feet, in the blink of an eye Lei Yu extended another kick and pushed the ball towards the baseline.
"What's going on? Lei still wants to continue to lead?" The fans looked surprised.
"I knew he would continue to take me with him!" Abbiati looked horrified.
If I continue to wear it, will there be a shooting angle?
Seeing Lei Yu slide the ball away from Abbiati's fingertips, gun fans held their breath at this moment.
The linesman squinted his eyes at the corner flagpole and looked along the baseline towards the goal. The first thing that caught his eye was a fiery red football shoe!
"shooooooooooot!!!"
Before the ball was about to go out of bounds, Lei Yu swung his right leg in a huge arc outside the baseline.
When his foot touched the ball, the outer instep just brushed the surface of the ball.
At this moment, the ball rolling forward immediately took off into the air and flew towards the goal, spinning in the air and continuing to move towards the baseline.
bang!
There was a crisp sound in front of the Milan door.
The kicked ball hit the inside of the far post and bounced straight into the net.
“goooooooooooal!!!”
The commentator immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ray scored again?
Can this goal be scored?
Simply incredible!
Lei Yu immediately lost his center of gravity after shooting. Under the influence of inertia, his whole body fell in front of the baseline and rolled around on the ground.
But the next second, Lei Yu put his hands on the ground and quickly got up.
Because he saw the goal!
Whoosh!
Without any celebration, Lei Yu staggered around Abbiati and ran into the Milan goal, picking up the ball with both hands.
Silva wanted to step forward to grab the ball, but Lei Yu pushed him on the shoulder and took a few steps back before he regained his footing.
Looking back, I saw that the other Milan players had no intention of coming over to "support".
Faced with such a tough opponent, why would you use other means to stop him?
"Lao Fan, I scored a goal!"
"Still lying on the ground pretending to be dead?"
"Get up quickly!"
"One more goal and it's even!"
Lei Yu ran and shouted at Van Persie.
But when he ran past his teammates, Van Persie still had no intention of getting up.
Lei Yu was also anxious when he saw this.
"Hey Lao Fan, don't be joking!"
"Don't be serious, right?"
With that said, Lei Yu turned around and rushed towards his teammates who fell to the ground.
Chamark was standing next to Van Persie, and after being pushed away by Lei Yu with an arm, he looked helpless.
"Lao Fan, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you okay?"
"Take your hand away and let me see. How can it disfigure your face if you smother it?"
Lei Yu couldn't wait to pull away Van Persie's arm, and what he saw was a face that was red from being suffocated by football.
"Lao Fan, you..."
Lei Yu was about to say, "Aren't you okay?", but Van Persie spoke first: "Lei, please replace me, I can't do it anymore!"
"It can't be done? How can a man say it can't be done?" Lei Yu screamed, his voice rising an octave.
"Old Fan, I don't have time to joke!"
"I scored again!"
"3 to 1, one more goal will tie the game!"
Van Persie took a breath and forced a smile, "Congratulations, Ray!"
"Congratulations to you p. If you don't pull in front, how will you have a chance to score? Come on, get up quickly and kill him in one go!"
"Lei, give way." At this moment, two team doctors ran over.
One person walked up, rolled Van Persie's eyelids, then bent his ears to listen a few more times, and then immediately waved to the sidelines.
This time, the stretcher is coming.
"Lao Fan, you..."
"Lei, I really can't run!" Van Persie said with a wry smile. "I couldn't run ten minutes ago. I was holding on for the last breath. But that kick just now... you know, I am now
It’s hard to breathe, and my legs are shaking all the time.”
Seeing Van Persie being carried on a stretcher, Lei Yu was finally dumbfounded.
"Lao Fan, don't, don't!"
"You talk to the boss, you just lie on the sidelines for a while, and then go on the court when you have rested."
"Hey, did you hear that? I'm waiting for you on the field!"
Four team doctors trotted to carry Van Persie to the sidelines. Before Lei Yu could react, a South Korean player ran onto the field holding his arms.
grass!
Seeing Park Joo-young, Lei Yu was so angry that he cursed his mother.
Hair changer at this time?
Old Fan can obviously still run!
As soon as Park Joo-young came on the court, he ran straight to Lei Yu.
"Lei, the coach said that you should be the captain." With that, Park Zhouyong handed Van Persie's captain's armband to Lei Yu, and then whispered, "He also said that we will listen to your command on the court. You'd better play leisurely...
.”
nonsense!
The substitution place that was originally given to me was accidentally given to Robin van Persie. Can the boss not tell me to take it easy?
But looking at the situation on the court, who can survive?
Looking at Park Zhouyong who was seriously tying the captain's armband on himself, Lei Yu rolled his eyes and whispered: "Old Park, if that's the case, then I will give the order."
Park Joo-yong simply conveyed Wenger's words, but he didn't expect that Lei Yu would actually act like a feather.
"Lei, tell me, is there anything you need my help with?"
"I heard that one of your South Korean players is better at running and more stamina than the other. You see, there are only thirty minutes left in the game, so just run for thirty minutes straight. Isn't it too difficult for you?"