Dominate the midfield

Chapter 460 Chapter 460: Super long-distance free kick to score!

The Wolves players turned their anger into motivation and wanted to fight Chelsea.

Since you are a wolf, you can only go forward bravely in the face of difficulties!

This free kick was more than 40 meters away from the goal. Chelsea placed heavy troops inside and outside the penalty area. Cech stood very forward. He was ready to jump up and take the football off at any time, or punch it out with his fist.

Wang Rui glanced at Cech, suddenly changed his previous decision, and was going to try his own footwork.After the whistle sounded, Wang Rui ran towards the football slowly, and then kicked the football hard with the inside of his right foot!

A white light flashed, and the football headed towards the Chelsea penalty area!

Seeing the football getting closer and closer, Petr suddenly had panic in his eyes, and he hurriedly moved his steps backwards...

Damn, why doesn't he play cards according to common sense!

Damn, he actually shot directly...

The air at Stamford Bridge suddenly became tense, and the London TV commentator said in a panic: "This is not a pass, this is a shot!
God, there are more than 40 meters away from the fans, Wang actually chooses to shoot directly? "

Standing in the penalty area, Terry looked up at the football flying over his head in horror, his hands and feet were cold, God, how could this be possible... Cech, you must guard,
Where is Cech?
Damn, damn...

Terry, who turned his head to look for Cech, was desperate.

Wolverhampton TV football commentator Andy Keogh yelled: "Football going towards the top left corner of the goal!"

"Go in! Go in! Go in! Go in!..."

Sky TV commentator Kent said dumbfounded: "Football goes straight to the dead end!"

"Go in! Go in! This is definitely the longest free kick in the history of the Premier League!"

At the moment when the football flew into the net, Stamford Bridge fell into a deathly silence. It was not until the slobber man let out a howl that the sculptures turned into people.

"what!……"

Wolves fans howled hysterically, wanting to turn Stafford Bridge into a world of wolves.

"No! God! No! It's not true..."

The Chelsea fans covered their faces in pain. They couldn't believe that the longest free kick in the history of the Premier League was born in front of their eyes...

"Ah!...the king!..."

The female Chelsea fans are already incoherent, their emotional tears flowed from their eyes...

Wang Rui, who scored the goal, slapped his chest excitedly and shouted to the sky. The Wolves players went crazy and flew towards him. Peter ran wildly and cursed: "Damn, how is this possible, how is it possible... ...This guy is crazy, he can do this kind of thing..."

"I'm going to have to take a closer look at his right foot, damn it..."

The screams and howls on the court brought the London TV commentator back to reality. He said into the microphone with a slightly trembling voice: "The goal has been scored, the score has become zero to one, and Chelsea is one goal behind."

"In the last contest between the two teams, Wang reversed the score with three free kicks. God, why is Wang's free kick so terrifying? The ball is more than 40 meters away..."

Afterwards, the media repeatedly confirmed that the free kick was 45 meters away from the goal, and the Wolves fans were even more accurate to centimeters—45.34 meters!
In the command area, Ince muttered incoherently: "Damn it, he has scored so far, what other goals can he not score?"

Not far away, Ancelotti finally recovered from the shock. He shook his head helplessly. There is a kind of person in this world who can do things that ordinary people can't do, and he can think things that ordinary people dare not think about.

Not only did Wang think about it, but he also did it...

No solution?

No solution!

In the VIP box, Abramovich opened his mouth slightly and stared at the court in a daze. He couldn't believe his eyes.Next to the Russian oil tycoon is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, shiny calfskin shoes, and a red tie full of joy.

This man is Chelsea CEO Gourley.

"Sir, we need to..."

Gully asked quietly.

Abramovich finally closed his mouth, he shook his head and said: "How could Manchester United let us get him."

The fact that the media does not know that Manchester United owns 51% of Wang Rui does not mean that Abramovich does not know.Gurley looked unwilling, and Abramovich continued: "If we really want to get him, let's work hard after he goes to Spain."

After Abramovich took charge of Stafford Bridge, he began to buy stars on a large scale, and the price was high.Later, he gradually understood that the football market has its own rules and value evaluation system, and also understood that a team should achieve good results, not pile up stars, so Chelsea returned to rationality in the transfer market.

So this time chasing Wang Rui, they didn't spend a lot of money.

The crowd of reporters on the sidelines exploded, and countless exclamations sounded. Park Sung-hwan's face was as white as paper, and his lips trembled.He looked at Wang Rui as if he saw a ghost, damn it, how could this be possible?

At the Chelsea goal, Petr Cech half-kneeled on the turf, staring blankly at the football lying quietly in the net.

Another free kick...!
Cech's heart is about to break...

Terry feels cold all over, why is it so cold this winter?
Lampard looked up at the sky, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

"Wolf King!"

"Wolf King!"

"Wolf King!"

Wolves fans began to vent their inner agitation!
A hundred miles away, the city of Wolverhampton has become a world of joy...

The London TV commentator shook his head and sighed: "Chelsea couldn't attack for a long time, but Wolves took advantage of this opportunity that was not an opportunity to score. Football really has no reason to speak."

After 2 full minutes, the game was able to restart. The high-moralized Wolves rushed halfway fiercely, and they wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Facing the menacing Wolves in the frontcourt, the Chelsea players re-immersed themselves in the atmosphere of the game, quickly transferred the football to the frontcourt, and launched a sharp attack.

This is not Molineux, this is Stamford Bridge!
This is our home field!

The huge blue waves rushed towards the Wolves penalty area!

An Shuai is a master of tactics and has super commanding ability on the spot. After Drogba's high-altitude bombing was blocked, he decisively issued a new order to launch a ground attack.

No. In 20 minutes, Joe Cole made a cross from the left to the center. After Lampard took the ball, he passed the football to Deco on the right, and then made a diagonal thrust!
Without hesitation, Deco made a straight pass, followed by a crossover.

Kenting pounces on Lampard!
The Blues midfielder stretched out his left foot to stop the football. Kenting didn't give him a chance to turn around and leaned against him tightly.

Lampard stretched out his right foot and yanked back, and the football flew behind him!
"Pretty!"

The London TV commentator yelled: "Deco is unguarded!"

"Shoot!"

"Snapped!……"

The football flew out from Deco's right instep, like a shell towards the upper left corner of the goal!

The stadium once again fell into deathly silence. This time...can you enter?

With a roar in his heart, Oakes jumped and flew towards the football!

However, his fingers did not touch the football, and the air on the pitch froze.

"Pong!..."

A loud bang saved the desperate Oakes, but a blue figure headed towards the football bouncing back into the penalty area, causing the captain of the Wolves team to fall into despair again.

Craddock didn't give up, he roared, stepped forward, lowered his weight, and wanted to block Drogba's follow-up shot with his right leg!

"Snapped!……"

Drogba waved his right leg, fiercely towards the football that bounced off the turf, and the football flew up from the turf like a cannonball.

Despair appeared in the eyes of Craddock, who was gliding rapidly on the turf...

(End of this chapter)