In an instant, Arsenal fans were scolding Dell and greeting his family.

After all, Luo Wu was invaded, the king of Emirates Stadium!

Dell must have received a yellow card as well.

Luo Wu is fine, either.

After getting up, he reorganized the attack.

He took the ball through the midfield himself, but Kane ran to him.

Luo Wu definitely didn't want to have physical contact with him. He braked suddenly and easily deducted him. His right calf swung sharply and sent the ball out!

He kicked the full moon scimitar against the ground and stuffed the ball between Foyt and Vertonheng!

Both guys wanted to stretch out their legs to stop the ball, but they just couldn't touch it!

The ball was too fast and it was so thief.

It doesn't matter. The ball is like eyes growing around Foyt!

He said he was second in passing, and De Bruyne dared not say he was first in the pass level.

"Alas, this ball is beautifully made!"

"Smith Rowe!"

"I have a chance!"

Smith Rowe's running position was so beautiful. Ben Davis, who had originally followed him, didn't know where to sleepwalking, but he actually made him easily get the ball behind him.

He rubbed the ball with his right foot.

Cleverly, shoot far corners!

He was very confident in shooting, not a blind kick.

Although French captain Lori jumped up in time, he couldn't hook the ball with unfast speed.

This kind of ball is both uncomfortable and humiliating.

There is nothing to do.

The ball eventually fell into the goal.

“goooooooal!”

“goooooooal!”

"Another great Rolls-Royce connection."
Chapter completed!