I am not old yet!

The Premier League stage, the starry stage, is his Waterloo.

He wants to prove himself.

He wants to feed that bastard to the microphone!

Shevchenko breathed heavily.

Then he saw Mane's face, Abanglaho's face, and everyone pressed towards him.

The crazy celebration has begun.

...

"!"

"Andre Shevchenko, he passed Sanya, Alexander Song, Nasri, Abanglaho, Krish and Vermalen in a row, and scored the football! A wonderful goal was born!"

"Audience friends, don't doubt, don't doubt, we saw an extremely wonderful goal, and the omnipotent Shevchenko came back, 5-1, Shevchenko scored a hat trick and an assist. He made four goals alone, which was incredible!"

The commentator's seat was already crazy, and everyone was excited about such a goal.

Aston Villa's bench, the players all rushed out, waving white towels, waving their arms, celebrating excitedly.

Coach's seat.

Wenger stood there, his expression stunned.

Fang Jue was even more overwhelmed. He waved his arm hard, and then the man ran away. Facing the direction of the commentator's seat, he picked up the notebook, rolled it up, looked like a microphone, and took a bite fiercely.

He really took a bite.

The lens can capture tooth marks on the notebook.
Chapter completed!