As the ball was obtained by Jenkinson, the commentator's voice suddenly stopped.
Lukaku, who was holding the cauldron, bent down too hard in the air, so after his back landed on the ground, his legs still stretched forward under the action of inertia.
With his butt raised upward, Lukaku's shorts were instantly tightened by his fat buttocks.
Just before the people around him had a chance to appreciate his plump buttocks, they heard a "click".
Lukaku's shorts actually tore directly in the middle.
cccni: "..."
Koscielny: "..."
Mertesacker: "..."
Torres:(*/w＼*)
Azar:(*/w＼*)
DiMatteo:(*/w＼*)
All Blues fans:(*/w＼*)
The next second, roars of laughter echoed throughout the sky from the home team's stands.
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha~~~"
Other than laughing, the gun fans really didn't know what to say.
Looking at Lukaku's awkward posture, the gunners considered whether to step forward to save him. Can they breathe in this posture?
The Blues members walked towards the outside of the penalty area one by one, as if they wanted to get as far away from Lukaku as possible.
Fortunately, this stupid guy quickly adjusted his posture.
He held up his hands and got up from the ground with a cartwheel.
Lukaku looked depressed as he looked at the gunmen around him who couldn't help laughing and his own players walking further and further away.
"Fuck, I didn't hit the ball!"
"What bad luck!"
"I'll definitely get it next time!"
"Hey, why are you walking so fast?"
"Wait for me!"
Looking at Lukaku running out of the penalty area, Arteta asked Torres: "Uh... aren't you going to tell him?"
"Tell who? Tell what?" Torres had a question mark on his face.
"He!" Arteta pointed at Lukaku, "Tell him to change into a pair of shorts."
"Who? Where? What are you talking about?"
Seeing that Torres' expression didn't look like he was faking it, the gunmen were instantly shocked.
Oh My God!
This guy just automatically erased Lukaku from his mind!
Look at other Chelsea players, they are the same!
Ever since, in the next game, except for the Arsenal gunners, no one on the Blues could "see" Lukaku, let alone "hear" his voice.
Originally, the two teams played with normal numbers, but Chelsea forced the match to be 10 versus 11.
Even so, no Blues member felt anything was wrong.
Just like that, Chelsea's offensive came to an abrupt end, and even their momentum plummeted.
For the rest of the time, the Blues just defended their own penalty area and never thought about counterattack.
Soon, the referee blew his whistle and the game ended.
The familiar cheers sounded once again at the Emirates Stadium.
The sound was like Arsenal winning the Premier League title early.
Of course, among the cheers, there was also some laughter.
The target of ridicule is naturally Lukaku.
With the speed of media communication, this guy will probably become the laughing stock of England before tomorrow morning.
Arsenal fans are laughing at him, Chelsea fans are laughing at him too.
The most important thing is that Lukaku himself still doesn’t know what went wrong.
"Hey, Torres, I'm empty of that ball, why don't you pass it to me?"
"Ramirez, why did you have to shoot that ball yourself? I'm right in front of you, can't you see it?"
"Captain, why didn't you pass the ball to me?"
The Chelsea players who gathered together and walked off the field tilted their heads. Mikel asked curiously: "What is the sound? Are there mosquitoes?"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lukaku walked directly in front of Terry and blocked his way.
boom!
Just like that, Terry bumped directly into Lukaku.
Even so, Terry still looked confused.
"Huh? Captain, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, I seem to have hit a wall of air! Whatever, let's talk about our business!"
Poor Lukaku just watched his teammates pass by one by one in confusion.
"I...am I invisible?"
Lukaku, who didn't know the truth, his eyes lit up and he remembered a movie called "Transparent".
Will I become a transparent person?
wipe!
If I really become a transparent person, then I still kick a ball?
Doesn’t the whole world belong to me?
Lukaku is hot inside and urgently needs to find a way to prove it.
Looking up, I happened to see a neatly dressed security man holding an explosion-proof shield on the sidelines to guard the scene.
You are the one!
Lukaku squinted his eyes, grinned widely, and tiptoed up to the little brother.
He stretched out his big black hand and waved it again and again in front of the little brother.
Although he was confused by the actions of the orangutan-like player in front of him, out of professionalism, the security guard ignored Lukaku's strange behavior.
Lukaku, who was prone to misunderstandings, became increasingly bold.
He first grabbed the badge on the security guard's chest, then stuck out his tongue and licked the explosion-proof shield in front of the security guard.
After seeing that the other party still didn't respond, Lukaku's heart trembled, and an unknown heat rose in his heart.
The fierce face instantly became extremely gentle.
Facing the security guard who was a head shorter than him, Lukaku half-bent his knees, closed his eyes, and pursed his thick lips like sausages.
Damn it!
What is he going to do???
The security guy was so scared that he lost his mind.
He really didn't expect this black man to be so bt.
Seeing Lukaku's thick lips getting closer and closer to him, the security boy's eyes almost burst out of his sockets.
ten inches...
Five inches...
Three inches...
Just when Lukaku's thick lips were about to taint the security boy in front of him, a hand suddenly grabbed Lukaku's neck from behind.
"Romelu, what are you doing?"
"Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
As soon as he turned around, Lukaku saw an angry Di Matteo staring closely at him.
"You...can you see me?"
"Not only can I see you, but I can also see the pussy leaking out of your crotch!"
Following Di Matteo's hand, Lukaku discovered that there was a big hole in his shorts.
"This...when is this..."
Lukaku was shocked.
Lukaku was also confused.
Di Matteo waved his hand and threw a brand new pair of shorts in Lukaku's face.
"Hurry back to the dressing room and change. It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself on the sidelines, but don't ruin Chelsea's reputation!"
After saying that, DiMatteo turned around and left angrily.
He looked at the shorts in his hand, then looked back at the security guy who was pretending to be fine, and then looked down at the crotchless shorts that he had ripped open at some point.
A second later, Lukaku roared.
"Mamma Mia!!!"
Covering his crotch with both hands, he rushed into the tunnel amidst the roars of laughter from the gun fans.