Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 292

When the goddess of fate descends...

Su Fei!

He leaped up, knocked away John Terry who was blocking him, and used all his strength to hit the flying football.

"Bang!!!"

When the explosion in front of the goal sounded.

In an instant.

Time seemed to stand still, and everything around him turned into slow motion in Su Fei's eyes.

He seemed to be on the court, taking in everyone's expressions at the moment.

All the Manchester City fans in the stands of the Etihad Stadium stood up, waving their arms and shouting wildly, men, women, young and old, with tears in their eyes when they fell behind...

John Terry, whose face was twisted after being knocked away, Peter Cech, who was nervously looking at the football, Didier Drogba, who had just run across the center line and opened his mouth to shout, and the fear in the eyes of the other Chelsea players...

Knight's expression of firm trust, Modric, Sun Jihai, Cassano, Martinez, Dunn, James, all Manchester City teammates on and off the field...

The arrogant Portuguese is no longer arrogant, his expression is panic-stricken, and Stewart's eyes are bloodshot, staring at the football flying towards the goal...

On the big screen.

The timer is frozen at 93 minutes and 20 seconds!

So.

Everything is destined, a miracle of 9320 that crosses two time and space!

When the football crosses the goal line.

"GGGGGG----OOOOOO----AAAAAA----LLLLLL!"

"GGGGGOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL!"

"GOAL!!!!"

"Sususususufei!!"

"Goal, go ... He stood on the bar, raised his arms, his voice hoarse, but loud enough to penetrate the entire bar.

"Fxxkking Winner! Fxxkking Winner! We are Fxxkking Winner!!!"

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In a football equipment store in Manchester.

An old clerk watching the live broadcast on TV.

When the ball crossed the goal line.

He did not roar.

No hysteria.

"Did it."

"This kid."

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew he could do it."

His eyes, his muttering, were like the most devout believer in front of a god.

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Stadium of Light.

The visiting team's locker room.

The Arsenal players who had just finished the game happened to turn on the TV at this moment.

Then.

They witnessed Manchester City goalkeeper James save the penalty kick, and Manchester City launched a quick counterattack.

When they saw the ball pass to the man.

The locker room was completely silent.

Everyone looked straight at the scene at this moment, and saw the ball cross the goal line with their own eyes.

"WTF!!!!"

"Holy Shit!!!"

"F**k!!!!"

"Counter-...counter-kill? This kid, counter-...counter-kill Chelsea?"

The Arsenal locker room exploded.

Everyone was shocked by Manchester City's counter-kill. Thierry Henry couldn't believe his eyes, and a trembling voice came out of his vocal cords.

In the corner.

It was Arsene Wenger who was stunned.

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In the VIP stand.

Latifa, who was dressed up carefully.

She was cheering excitedly, looking at the field.

Looking at the man whose jersey exploded and rushed into the fans' stand.

Hero.

At this moment.Su Fei is the hero in Latifa's eyes.

Not just Latifa.

Su Fei at this moment.

He is the hero in the hearts of all Manchester City fans. He is the center of the entire Etihad Stadium at this moment!

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In the media lounge of the Etihad Stadium.

It was packed.

It was packed with reporters from the entire Premier League.

In front of them.

It was the live broadcast screen in the lounge.

When the ball crossed the goal line.

Incredible exclamations broke out in the lounge, and local Manchester reporters high-fived and hugged each other.

Sun reporter Darina.

Sitting on the bench in amazement, watching the Etihad Stadium that was instantly in a frenzy on the big screen.

She suddenly squeezed through the crowd regardless of everything.

Rushed to the player's tunnel.

The cheers from the fans' stands had already poured into the player's tunnel.

No one cared about her.

Because all the staff were cheering and crazy at this time.

She held her camera.

Rushed out of the player tunnel, aiming at the boiling and crazy stadium...

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The stadium was completely crazy.

Su Fei completely lost his mind. He showed his perfect muscles like ancient Greek sculptures and roared in the crazy stands.

"Ahhh!"

55,000 Manchester City fans were shouting under the most primitive impulse of human beings.

Many Manchester City players were also crazy. Cassano, Modric, and Martinez ran back and forth on the court, took off their jerseys and shouted loudly.

Many Manchester City players cried. Knight, James, Sun Jihai and other Manchester City veterans lay on the grass and cried loudly.

Stuart.

Stuart rushed down from the fans' stands like crazy. He took off his clothes while running. He tore off his tie, his suit, and his shirt.

He rushed to the players one by one with his beer belly, like an exhibitionist, shouting and hugging.

Then.

He suddenly stood in the center of the stadium and didn't move.

He looked around at the madness.

He covered his face with his hands.

He could no longer control his tears at this moment.

He sobbed like a child, slowly squatted down, and his shoulders were shaking with tears.

"Sir, we won, you should laugh."

Stuart raised his head and saw his assistant Oliver, whose eyes were swollen and his face was still covered with tears.

Oliver handed Stuart a handkerchief.

"No."

"I'm going to cry."

"I'm going to cry hard."

Stuart refused the handkerchief and reached out to wipe the tears from his cheeks again and again.

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Manchester City was celebrating, going crazy, and crying.

The Chelsea players on the field seemed out of place.

The field was very lively.

But it had nothing to do with them.

Peter Cech leaned against the goalpost, holding the football and bowing his head in silence.

John Terry was still in the position where he was knocked down by Su Fei. He frowned and covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the huge cheers from Manchester City's diehards.

Joe Cole stood there, asking himself over and over again, why, why, why...

Didier Drogba.

The tall and ferocious monster just stood there, staring at Su Fei who was going crazy with the fans.

He opened his mouth.

And closed it again.

José Mourinho paced back and forth on the sidelines of the court, restless, and he walked back to the bench.

He sat down.

He covered his face with his hands.

Assistant coach Rui Faria tried to hold back his grief and comforted him.

"Sir. Don't be too sad."

"No. I'm not sad at all."

José Mourinho raised his head, and the redness of his eyes pierced his lies.

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