Chapter 772 Ancient Chinese Wisdom (Nor)
When Hulay took another kick outside the penalty area, not only London Bridge goalkeeper Bueno, but many people did not take it to heart. Because it's not a very important thing.
But then they were slapped in the face.
Hu Lai, who seemed to be stretching his hips from a long shot before, actually hit a very high-quality long shot!
More than 20 meters away from the goal, at the top of the penalty arc, the football fired by Hu Lai crossed the London Bridge penalty area in a straight line, catching goalkeeper Bueno off guard!
When the football flew into the net, many people did not realize that the ball was scored.
But there was no delay for the Leeds City fans in the stands, cheering and scoring simultaneously.
The rumble was like the sound of cannons reverberating between the sky and the earth.
"Wow, Hu Lai! So beautiful!! He once again scored with a long shot in the game! Although after scoring with a long shot in the top 12 last time, he once said in an interview that he would not take a long shot. That long-range goal was concealed... but I think it’s a skill to be able to conceal it so beautifully!”
He Feng said excitedly.
In a football match, it doesn’t matter how you score the goal, as long as there is no foul, the goal is good and the goal is wonderful!
It's also a skill to be able to get in.
After all, all world waves contain a strong element of luck...
The most important thing is that Hu Lai's goal marked his lead in the competition with Park Suntae - in the duel between the two, Hu Lai scored first!
All Chinese fans on the Internet were even more excited and vented their emotions online.
"The real 'Light of Asia' scored nine goals in eight league rounds! The fake 'Light of Asia' wasted three opportunities in one game!"
“Hu Lai is awesome!!”
"It's great! Feel proud! Let the guys take a good look, your dad is still your dad!"
"Haha, I climbed over the wall to see. The sticks are now in a state of collective death. I went to light a candle for them and wish them an early family reunion!"
"This is why I support Hu Lai, because he will never let your high-pitched emotions fail! The more critical the moment, the more reliable he is! Hu Lai! The eternal god!"
"When Hu Lai had no chance in the first half, the words of those stickmen on the Internet... I couldn't read it. They were so disgusting and disgusting. I didn't even want to translate them to pollute the page... Anyway, I feel good now, ha!"
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The excitement of Chinese fans is of course related to the previous performance of Korean fans.
In fact, Chinese fans also have the same feelings for Park Soon Tae.
Before Hu Lai, everyone watched a Korean player become the "Light of Asia" that can represent Asian football. To say that he was calm and had no thoughts in his heart, he was really a saint.
Many people feel a little sour in their hearts.
But there is no way, they are really strong, no matter how unhappy they are with South Korea, they still have to be convinced by Park Soon-tae.
But after Hu Lai, Chinese fans felt differently.
You have Park Soon Tae, and we also have Hu Rae!
Park Soon Tae is very powerful, but our Hu Lai is also very talented and has a promising future!
Chinese fans finally no longer have to vent their anger at a Korean player, but can openly place their emotions on a compatriot.
Now that Park Soon-tae's replacement has been found, Chinese fans naturally don't have to hold their noses and endure all kinds of showoffs from the stickmen.
They are now happy to see Park Soon Tae make a fool of himself. In fact, a large part of the reason is that they have always been disgusted by the various fancy showoffs of baseball fans.
Their dislike of Park Soon Tae all comes from those Korean fans.
They hope that Park Soon-tae loses this game, just because they want to see the Korean fans feel like they are mourning for their concubine.
Now they have initially realized this wish.
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After scoring, Hulay ran towards the north stand.
Everyone knew what he was going to do next, and at the same time, a passionate voice rang out from the stadium's PA, asking loudly: "Who - who - who scored the goal?!"
What answered him was the chorus of all the Flemish fans shouting: "HUUUUUU!!!"
At the same time, Hu Lai, who had jumped up just now, had his feet firmly planted on the turf.
The timing is just perfect.
In the North Stand, John noticed that David Miller did not open his mouth to shout Hu Lai's name with everyone just now, but was completely stunned.
He touched the other party with his elbow strangely: "What's wrong?"
David Miller seemed to be awakened by John's touch. He was excited, then looked at John and said excitedly: "I have an idea! I have an idea!"
"What's the idea?" John was confused.
"About the song for Hu! I have an idea. The radio gave me inspiration!" David Miller pointed to the roof of the stadium stands and said.
That's where the stadium's loudspeakers hang.
"Broadcast?" John still didn't know why.
Every time the home team scores a goal, the live broadcast will sound, and the announcer will announce the goal information. This is often a passionate moment. The announcer will instruct the fans in the stands to shout the name of the goal scorer repeatedly.
But it's a little different with Hu Lai.
To other players, the announcer usually shouts: "In the XX minute, the ball was scored! The goal scorer is XXXX!"
In response to Hu Lai's goal, the live broadcast has an exclusive mode, which is what everyone heard just now. It directly uses continuous rhetorical questions to let the fans cooperate with Hu Lai's celebration and shout that "HUUUUUU!!" < br>
This mode is not traditional, it is a new thing-until Leeds City defeated North London Wanderers at home last season, the live broadcast after Hulay scored was no different from other players. As Hulay celebrated with his first roar in the North Stand, the home broadcast specially gave Hulay VIP treatment, and his goal had an exclusive "skin".
David Miller explained to John who still didn't understand: "It's noisy now. After the game is over, everyone will go to the 'White Rose' gathering, and I will express this idea again. I promise there will be no problem this time!"
Seeing this, John had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and look at the court again.
Leeds City players have swarmed up and surrounded Hulay in the middle.
The stands on all sides were still cheering, but there was silence only in the southwest corner stand where the London Bridge fans were.
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Park Soon-tae was shocked at first when he saw Hu Lai's goal, and then became a little angry - didn't I tell you to focus on guarding against his long-range shots? ! Why was there no one from us around when he shot just now?
He missed opportunities continuously, and Hu Lai scored goals... one after another, he was already at a disadvantage in the competition with Hu Lai.
Although neither of them mentioned this rivalry in interviews before the game. But Park Suntai knew in his heart that it was impossible for them not to compete. He believed Hu Lai thought so too.
If professional players don't have a competitive spirit, they won't be good players.
He thinks he is excellent and believes that Hu Lai is also excellent.
So after the outside world has discussed the topic of their competition for so long, how could the two parties remain indifferent?
The reason why I don't admit it in front of the media is just because I don't want to fall into the media's rhythm and get caught in an endless war of words. That went against the original intention of both of them. After all, spitting at each other is definitely not how professional players compete.
When Park Suntae was sulking, goalkeeper Bueno was lying on the ground, looking at the football in the goal and muttering: "It must be blind..."
The answer to this question is meaningless. Because no matter whether it is covered or not, people have entered your door. A goal won't be canceled just because the opponent got it by luck.
What's more, Bueno actually made a mistake in defending this ball - when Hu Lai took a long shot, he obviously hesitated and his reaction was half a beat slow. And it was this half-shot that finally took the football out of his saving range...
If we really want to hold people accountable, regardless of whether Hu Lai was deceived or not, Bueno will never escape.
London Bridge head coach Tavares was very dissatisfied with the team's defense. He became furious on the sidelines and threw the mineral water bottle in his hand.
Then he turned around and complained to the assistant coach.
"Why didn't our players hit him when Hu got consecutive long-range shooting opportunities outside the penalty area?"
"Why did Bueno hesitate when he made the save? What was he hesitating about? Do you want to see clearly which way the logo on the football is facing?!"
The assistant coach had no choice but to comfort Tavares, who turned into a "curious baby": "Calm down, Miguel. Maybe the situation is not that bad. You know, Leeds City is only leading by one goal now. And this score is not good for the East For Nick Clark, it is very dangerous..."
Tavares was stunned for a moment, his face seemed to change, and the anger disappeared: "Yeah, I almost forgot... Let the players stay calm, don't panic, we still have a chance!"
The assistant coach took the order and left.
But when the game restarted, Tavares quickly discovered that something was wrong...
"What the hell...why did Leeds City shrink and start a defensive counterattack?!" He spread his hands and stared at the assistant coach with wide eyes.
"Uh..." The assistant coach was also speechless and didn't know how to answer this question.
Isn't it said that Clark is an offensive maniac, a lunatic, and has no sense at all, and will let the team continue to attack after taking a one-goal lead?
What's going on?
The character collapsed?
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Clark, who was sitting on the coaching bench with his legs crossed, smiled at the assistant coach Sam Randall next to him and said: "Recently, I have studied "The Art of War" recommended by Hu, and I have benefited a lot... I have always insisted on attacking the madman before. I didn't expect that this approach would have such an advantage - it could confuse the opponent at such a critical moment. Obviously, London Bridge didn't expect us to shrink so simply..."
"Then they know it now, and our opponents will also know it in the future." Randhir said.
Clark smiled and waved his hand. If he held another feather fan in his hand, he would definitely become a well-known character in China.
He said confidently: "No, it won't. Because I will still insist on attacking, so they never know when I will attack and when I will defend. Just like Hu, I bet he will definitely be in the game. Later in the interview, he claimed that he had just His kick has caused a stir in the world. Then in the next round, we may see him kick the football into the sky again, so no one will know what his long-range shooting level is. This will last for a long time. Everything has become a mystery..."
At this point, Clark paused and said seriously: "Sam, I don't think I can understand the player Hu until now. The ancient Chinese wisdom is really powerful!"
Randhir frowned and pondered: "I always feel that it may have nothing to do with ancient Chinese wisdom..."
"Then how do you explain the current scene?" Clark pointed to the court.
London Bridge was a little helpless in the face of Leeds City's shrinking defense. Instead, they pressed forward and attacked, and a lot of gaps appeared behind them. Leeds City took the opportunity to counterattack...
For a time, even though they were only leading by one goal, the balance of victory and defeat seemed to be tilting towards Leeds City.
Seeing this, Randhir was speechless.
Next to him, Clark proudly said: "Life has its limits, but knowledge has no limits. Never forget to learn and make progress, Sam. This is what the ancient Chinese wisdom tells me."
※※※PS, there is only one update today, sorry!
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