Anyway, the system only requires hitting the door frame during the game, and there is no special pointing to be the opponent's door frame. Vardy thinks that hitting the door frame at his halftime should also be considered valid data!

At this time, there is no way to go to the frontcourt to cover the opponent's door frame. It is better to settle for the second best and try your own door frame. What if it succeeds!

This is probably a system loophole. If the system does not admit it at that time, it will also have the confidence to refute the unscrupulous system.

Vardy smiled at veteran Martin, ignored his roar and continued to dribble into the small penalty area.

Everyone was stunned at Vardy's movements and could not make any sound.

There is a small penalty area in the penalty area, and there is a goal in the small penalty area!

Seeing Vardy heading straight for the goal, someone could not help but exclaim.

Vardy is going to make trouble!

"I have a strong sense that this guy is going to hit the goal post. I didn't get enough to hit the goal in the first half of the Mibao just now, and now I'm going to have trouble with my own goal again. This funny guy can definitely do it!"

"Anyway, the game is about to end, so don't blink, the comedy will be staged next!"

"Why do I feel like he wants to use an own goal to compete for the league Golden Boot? Is it a question to ask a newbie, is it counted as the own goal count?"

"Damn this funny guy is really good at it!"

......

Martin had a terrifying expression on his face. Looking at Valdy, who was getting closer and closer to him and the goal, he could no longer describe his sad mood at this moment.

"You go away now, we are still good friends!"

However, Vardy didn't care at all and continued to drive the ball towards the goal post.

Martin gave up. If you want to be dying, go by yourself. I won’t stop you!

In front of everyone, Vardy hit the goal post with the ball, then threw the ball in place, regardless of it, and looked back at the half.

This scene made people's glasses shattered.

Where is the one-on-one goal?

What about the goalkeeper who agreed to be angry?

Finally, I found out that you are making everyone happy!

Martin in front of the door felt relieved, you were not here to make trouble!

The fans fell down, and they were funny but they became funny. And they were all funny, which was so embarrassing!

Moyes had the urge to replace Vardy and scold him. This guy could get on the house without fighting for three days!

The referee also had a look of a doggy look. Do you still need to continue playing in this game?

He really wanted to show Valdi a yellow card because he deliberately delayed the game...

But just as everyone was relieved, a huge accident happened.

A gust of wind blew, and the ball squatting on the edge of the goal post followed the gust of wind naughtyly. Without anyone noticing it, it quietly rolled into the goal.

Vardy was still smiling happily, smiling so brightly that she had no idea what was going on later.

Beep--!

The referee's whistle rang!

Vardy raised his hands high to celebrate the victory, and also celebrated his successful completion of the task of cheating.

Hey, there doesn’t seem to be too many whistles!

Shouldn’t the end of the game be two short and one long?

Why does this seem to be the whistle for a goal?

Valditon felt something was wrong.

He suddenly turned around and found that the ball was suddenly appearing in his goal. Looking at Martin again, he looked at him with a "you're done" expression.

It seemed a little awkward, and the laughter and cheers from the stands made him a little confused because he didn't know what was going on.

Look at the look of the teammates and opponents around you looking at you, it’s like you’re looking at an idiot!

why is that?

Obviously this was a goal, but the nearest Middlesbrough fans are far away. How did they score?

He looked at Martin suspiciously and decided to stop the ball at the goal post. Could it be that Martin did it?

Did this guy accidentally get the ball into the goal?

"Look at me? Let's solve the trouble you caused by yourself!" Seeing Valdy looking at him with suspicion, Martin was furious at that time.

Valdy still didn't understand.

Is this the trouble I caused?

I just parked the ball next to the goal. Does the ball think the goal is its eternal destination and rolled in by itself?

Well, this must be the only explanation!

Well, although I am not the direct culprit, I made it myself and should bear part of the responsibility.

I'll go to check with Moyes later!

Vardy nodded, looking absent-minded!

Looking at the heartless Vardy, Martin knew that this funny guy must have not understood what was going on.

I don’t know if it’s because I have been with Vardy for a long time, but the entire Everton team has begun to be infected with funny attributes.

"Look, the ball is so close!"

Martin glared at Valdy, took out the ball from the goal, and placed the ball next to the post just now.

Under Vardy's puzzled gaze, Martin suddenly lay on the ground, sticking his butt, putting his mouth in front of the ball, and blew hard.

Valdy was stunned.

Old man, it's impossible!

Damn, what are you going to do?

The next second, the ball was blown by Martin and Guru rolled into the goal.

Vardy probably understood—

It turned out that the goal just now was blown in by Martin!!!

But why did this guy insist on blowing the ball into the goal?

What is the reason?

Is it just because this guy wants to be funny?

Or is it because Martin never had a chance to score a goal, and this time he wanted to realize his career dream, even if it was an own goal?

Apart from that, Vardy really couldn't think of any other explanation!

Martin was about to cry.

Your IQ is not suitable for playing football anymore, so you should drive a big truck!

Valdy and Martin seemed to be acting in a comedy in front of the door, watching everyone in a fog and having no idea what they were doing!

The referee couldn't stand it anymore and came over and gave Valdy and Martin a yellow card each because they deliberately delayed the time.

However, after the game started again, the referee quickly blew the whistle and ended the game.

Even though there were some twists and turns in the final stage of the game, Everton still won the game without any danger.

When he walked off the field, Vardy didn't know what was going on and was burying Martin. Martin felt that refuting Vardy was all about lowering his IQ.

However, as soon as he walked off the court, Vardy was scolded by Moyes and was cursed by blood.

Vardy was confused. Martin scored an own goal, why are you scolding me?

"This, isn't I going to delay time? Others delay time, just take the ball to the corner kick area, and then at that stop, I just changed direction, it's not that serious, right?"

Vardy whispered, he didn't feel that he had a big problem.

In the past, when watching games, there were always players who took the ball to the corner kick area, carrying the defender there to protect the ball. The narrow place was not robbed of money, and they fell to the ground as soon as others touched it. This was easy to delay time. What they did was completely the same, and the result was the same!

Of course, if it weren't for the funny Martin, there wouldn't be so much trouble!
Chapter completed!