But Luo Wu also thought so, and he also used force and hit Lingard in the opposite direction.

Duang!

Shoulders bumped shoulders, then separated immediately.

But Lingard stumbled, lost his balance, and could no longer control the ball.

Luo Wu, on the other hand, had nothing wrong with him!

"Walter?"

"No way?!"

"Linggard can't hit Ronaldo? Oh my god, how is that possible!"

Luo Wu caught up with the ball, made a Marseille spin, and immediately dodged past Martial!

Still controlling the ball steadily.

Impossible, absolutely impossible! After Lingard stood firm, he looked at Luo Wu in disbelief.

His teammates looked at him with disdain.

"This performance,"

"It's like a beast's waist. It's too scary. You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. Is this guy going to let anyone live?"

"It's too strong, really too strong."

"If a forward these days can't play as a defensive midfielder, would he be embarrassed to say he is a forward?"

"Have times changed?"

Owen sighed repeatedly.

Luo Wu had already dribbled the ball past the center arc.
Chapter completed!