After scoring the goal, Liu Hao rushed towards Ozil.

Ozil waved at his teammates.

This long-planned goal was completed by Debuch, he, Ramsey and Liu Hao. After several twists and turns, it was only produced after several rounds of plays. This may be what Liu Hao and the professor talked before the game.

Without any of them, it may not be possible to flow smoothly. Especially in the end, Ozil's pass to Liu Hao by wind and clouds, and Liu Hao's choice to get rid of the opportunity cannot be made by just two casual people.

The four of them hugged each other tightly, and the other teammates wrapped them up again like crazy bees and waves...

Manchester United captain Rooney, who was played around, put his hands on his hips and frowned tightly. The more depressed you are, the more depressed you are. He has never been played like this. This time he was not only played, but also scored goals...

When people are unlucky, more unlucky things will follow. Just after Manchester United were scored, Liverpool also scored, instantly narrowing the gap between them and Manchester United to one point.

Although he still has an advantage in his hand, who knows what will happen in the next game?

Manchester United players were so depressed that they lost a point in such a frustrated way.

"Huang, is this tactic unique to you in China?" Giggs rubbed his temples, still not willing to believe this fact. He may have played more balls than he had eaten. It was the first time he saw someone use this extreme method to deceive his opponent and effectively scored.

This completely goes against football tactics!

"No... If there is, China may have produced many tactical masters. I think, it is mainly because Liu Hao's influence is too great. If it were other players, there is no need to do such an extreme method. You can get the ball from the position. Everything you do now is nothing more than allowing Liu Hao to get the ball and shoot, so this will only happen in special circumstances. Don't say you can't believe it, even if I, a person who has explained the ball for almost twenty years, doesn't believe it... But what can you do? The facts just happen, so you can just let the change..."

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"Is it damn Liu again?" On another field, Mourinho almost vomited blood again after hearing the answer from assistant coach Ray Wilkins.

Chelsea took the lead so early, so he could be happy for at least a few minutes. After asking Wilkins, he found that his heart disease was almost cured. Why did that guy Liu Hao score for Arsenal every time Chelsea took the lead?

He is so awesome, does his mother know?

"How did you get in?" Mourinho became interested. It was not the first time he was depressed by Liu Hao's magic. This time he would just listen carefully.

"At that time, Arsenal had been passing the ball on the right, treating Rooney as a monkey. He played for a long time, and did not attack or transfer the ball. Liu was followed closely by Fellaini, but the accident happened like this. Fellaini was so good that Liu ran to catch the ball. Ozil passed the ball, and the ball went in." Wilkins slowly told the story, afraid that Mourinho would think he was making up the story, and then added, "This seems to be a long-deliberate tactic, and it is impossible to play casually in the game."

"That guy always has so many different ideas in his mind. It's obviously unlikely, but he always makes him turn the impossible into an impossible!" Mourinho sighed in a low voice. He found that the more he knew Liu Hao, the more he felt that Liu Hao was unpredictable. He clearly had just a little skill, but as a result, he had something new, which made people unable to defend against.

"After all the time, it's up to him that damn feet. If he didn't have those feet, even if he was a mouse who could punch holes, he wouldn't be able to send the ball into the goal!" Mourinho shook his head, "But he is a mouse who can punch holes!"

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"Well, this is Liu Hao's 13th goal this season. I'm still two short of it. I can win the bet. Xiaobao, you must be ready for this bet. Don't bet at that time, and you're saying that you owe too much money to pay!" Yao Shixing sat in front of the TV and said slowly, beside him was Yu Baojin with a terrified look on his face.

When Liu Hao logged into the middle of the Premier League, because Liu Hao's goals have been blowing, Yao Shixing made a bet with Yu Baojin. Yu Baojin bet that Liu Hao's goals cannot exceed 15 goals, while Yao Shixing firmly believes that Liu Hao can play 15. Now, there are three and a half games left in the game, and it seems that the probability of Liu Hao scoring is quite high.

Yu Baojin had a cold sweat on his forehead. If Liu Hao was not his good brother, he would really want to fuck him and kill him. If this bet was lost, he would have lost any income.

"Hehe, you don't understand, haha." Yao Shixing gloated.

I don’t understand! If I don’t understand, no one needs to understand! Yu Baojin muttered in his heart. He knows more than everyone else. Even the medicine was delivered by him personally. How can he not understand? It’s just that he made a mistake in his calculations.

According to the original calculation, Liu Hao could not score so many goals. The reason why Liu Hao scored so many goals was mainly because Liu Hao made progress with his own efforts and became a stronger Liu Hao!

"Anyway, the goals are not enough now, so I won't bet anymore." Yu Baojin suddenly became slapped, "Isn't this a violation of the rules, right?"

"What, I won't bet anymore? Why isn't it considered a violation? We agreed at the beginning, don't you bet." Yao Shixing stopped doing it. If everyone plays like this, wouldn't it be a mess?

"I'm worried about you. In the next three games, each game is the final. Thankfully, Liu Hao was lucky enough to score. Do you think Mourinho will give Liu Hao a chance to score a goal? If you want to say that he has no chance at all in the final. The only chance is to play against West Bromvic in the last round of the league. However, West Bromvic will also be afraid of the online statement. They will not let Liu Hao do anything wrong, so in the next three games, Liu Hao plays more important tactical roles than goals. Unlike this game, Liu Hao lost another trick at home. Once he was afraid of snake bites for ten years, he was afraid of a well rope. Mourinho will never be bitten again."

"Then I won't do it, I'd rather lose than bet!"

"Damn, are you so addicted?"

"Don't worry, I'll have more money. Who told you to have no money to play with me!"

"Grass!"

"Ah! Another chance! Day..."
Chapter completed!