At the same time, Trippier, who was rushing towards Mo Yang, predicted the distance, fell to the ground and slid towards Mo Yang.
Even if he couldn't tackle the ball, he still had to keep Mo Yang, otherwise it would be a disaster to let this guy pass.
But as soon as he fell down, he saw Mo Yang, who was running, suddenly lift his right foot and hit the ball hard with the outside instep.
Suddenly the ball stuck to the turf, drew a long arc from left to right, and rolled directly to the ribs on the right side of the arc.
The ball just rolled past Tarski, Keane and Taylor who were frantically returning to defense.
The three fell to the ground one by one and used their feet to tackle the ball, but none of them could touch it.
The ball was passed through an absolutely perfect route, right between their defense and the goalkeeper, leaving you watching helplessly but unable to do anything.
When the ball came to the player, Salah received the ball at the top of the arc on his right rib, and then directly drove the ball into the penalty area.
Facing Heaton's attack, Salah did not dare to play tricks at such a critical moment, and directly swept the ball towards the far post. Mane, who was outflanking him, arrived in time and pushed the ball directly into the net.
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"Goooooooooooal!!!!"
On the commentary platform, the red-faced Berglin roared, fully demonstrating the lung capacity required of a commentator.
On the sidelines, Klopp raised his hands in the air, danced and jumped in front of the coach's bench, as happy as a child.
Wijnaldum and the others on the bench also rushed out.
On the other side, although Mo Yang jumped up in time after passing the ball, his feet were still brought down by Trippier, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
At this time, Mo Yang was sitting on the lawn, holding his hands on the ground behind his back, looking at his teammates celebrating in front of the Burnley goal, with an extremely bright smile.
Scoring goals and this kind of celebration are the best rewards for him!
At the same time, the camera suddenly cut to Mo Yang, and everyone immediately saw Mo Yang's heartfelt smile.
Immediately, the 50,000 Red Army fans in the audience spontaneously burst into endless and warm applause.
At this moment, they saw the figure of their old captain in the No. 8 successor, a tenacious spirit that would not give up until the last second.
And they feel that this guy is even better than their old captain.
At this kid's age, Gerald is not as comprehensive as this kid at all.
In two games, he helped the team come back again and again. This new No. 8 is great!
"Although it was Mane who scored the goal, we can't forget what Yang paid for this goal before it was born!"
"The scramble and dribbling is simply an art! Mane and Salah should be grateful to Yang for this goal. It was Yang who silently paid for them behind the scenes!"
"Perfect feel for the ball. If Yang's kick was raised a little higher, it might be a foul, but everything is under his control. Poor Hendrick can only watch Yang snatch the ball away!"
Berglin looked at Mo Yang on the big screen with an obsessed look on his face. He had been completely conquered by this player.
"Look at Mo Yang's fight for the top spot!"
"Obviously, Hendrick had already pushed him away, but with the help of his strong waist and abdominal strength and his terrifying sense of the ball, he used this independent method similar to that of a golden rooster to grab the ball right under Hendrick's eyes.
Walk!"
"This action was not temporary or forced. Look at his next action. He put the ball in front of and behind him, then used the tip of his right toe to hook the fallen ball back, and then quickly completed the turn."
"Look at the connection of the entire process. There is no pause at all and it is extremely smooth. This was obviously what Mo Yang had envisioned!"
"This kid's football intelligence and talent are terrifying!"
Zhang Lu's expression was extremely excited, and she explained Mo Yang's extraordinary moves in slow motion to domestic fans one by one.
Countless fans were stunned and frantically scrolled on the barrage!
At this moment, the slow-motion playback of Mo Yang's exaggerated arc pass started again.
"Many people ask me what rhythm is. Mo Yang's pass has clearly demonstrated what rhythm is."
"Look at the few times he dribbles the ball, it's a change in rhythm!"
"Why did Mo Yang dribble the ball instead of passing it directly?"
"Because he is waiting for Mane, Salah and Sturridge in the middle to arrive one by one, so that Burnley's defense will be restrained and he can calmly choose the passing point!" Zhan Jun mentioned in passing!
A mouthful of rhythm.
"And this pass, it's just speechless!" Zhang Lu relayed, "This arcing through ball is really like a scalpel, directly cutting Burnley's goal and defense.
!Too accurate!”
"When I saw this pass, I didn't want to sleep immediately!"
"My wife is so beautiful! This arc really makes people's blood boil!"
"The goal scored during the countdown, it made my skin crawl!"
"With this kind of performance, Mo Yang will definitely be able to gain a foothold in the Premier League! I hope he can become a starter soon!"
"Absolutely! It's a must! If this kind of player doesn't start, the fans won't agree!"
Listening to the unparalleled flattery of Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu as commentators, all the domestic fans watching the game were overjoyed, leaving dense comments in the live broadcast room.
Even if they don't sleep tonight, they still feel full of motivation to go to work tomorrow. This kind of competition is so exciting!
After the celebration, as soon as the ball kicked off from the center circle, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.
In the 2016-17 season, in the second round of the Premier League, Liverpool was tied with Burnley at home, which was considered a slight upset.
"Yang! Can I exchange jerseys?"
After the game, Mo Yang walked towards the locker room, and Trippier came over directly.
"Okay!" Mo Yang smiled slightly, then reached out and took off the jersey stained with green grass juice, and exchanged it with Trippier.
"Damn it! Doesn't Yang never change jerseys with anyone?"
Wood, who also walked towards Mo Yang, originally wanted to see Trippier's defeat, but unexpectedly Mo Yang actually changed his position, and his face was filled with astonishment.
He knows how conservative Mo Yang's character is. No one in the English Championship has ever successfully changed to this guy's jersey in one season.
But when I saw Mo Yang taking off his jersey and still wearing a white tight-fitting breathable shirt, I immediately understood why Mo Yang was suddenly willing to exchange jerseys with others.
"Oh, this little guy is so smart!"
Wood ran over angrily, looking at the jersey in Trippier's hand with great greed, beating his chest and looking annoyed.
"Haha! Chris, you're late! Yang's first jersey is mine!" Trippier laughed, avoiding Wood's grasping hand and running away instantly.
"Yang! We are good friends, but you didn't give me your first exchange jersey!" Wood looked at Mo Yang like a resentful woman.
"Chris, can you not disgust me?" Mo Yang felt a chill and immediately stayed away from this guy. It seems that this guy's suspicion of being gay has never been cleared.
Next, the two of them talked and laughed, talked about each other's recent situation, hugged each other in the tunnel, and then went back to the locker room. (To be continued)