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Chapter 60 A natural midfield commander? An indirect free kick assist!(2/2)

Unfortunately, the top of the ball was a bit too high, and Friedel, who reacted quickly, used his fist to top the ball.

Wang Shen grabbed the ball at the front of the penalty area and raised his foot to shoot furiously.

Tottenham defensive midfielder Livermore sacrificed his life to block the eye-catching attack!

Unfortunately, Wang Shen still didn't want to shoot.

After giving the opponent a feint, Wang Shen managed to stop the football and knocked it to the right.

Nani led the ball into the penalty area and passed the ball from a small angle.

"Bang!"

The football was intercepted again and bounced far out of the penalty area.

Wang Shen turned around to pursue, and Modric got the ball first.

"Whoosh!"

For a sliding tackle two meters away, activate your native skill to directly scoop the ball down.

Modric was knocked down, but Wang Shen had no time to care about him.

Turn around after receiving the ball, raise your head...

"Bang!"

Somewhat angry, Livermore flew to tackle Wang Shen, knocking him down with the ball.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded, indicating that Livermore had committed a foul and gave him a yellow card.

Wang Shen, who fell to the ground, rubbed his feet, his face twisted in pain.

"Are you okay?"

Magic Flute came over and asked.

"It's okay, he didn't show his spikes."

Wang Shen replied, and then stood up with the help of a small one.

"Need a break?"

Rooney ran over and asked, his subtext being whether he should take the free kick or not.

"It's okay. It was my left foot that was shoveled. I can kick with my right foot too."

After Wang Shen refused, he hooked into the backcourt and called Ferdinand over.

"Plan 3!"

Wang Shen yelled and then prepared to take a free throw.

This time he didn't stick his butt out and swing the ball because he couldn't take direct free kicks with his feet.

The penalty spot was 45 meters away from the goal, beyond his shooting range.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle, indicating that Wang Shen could take a free throw.

Wang Shen nodded, took a few steps back and started running.

But there is a noticeable pause before approaching the football.

The moment he paused, the Manchester United players in the penalty area suddenly started running.

One striker and two wide midfielders sprint inwards.

Another forward and two defenders sprint outward.

"Bang!"

Wang Shen's free throw was very curved.

The two groups of people who had just sprinted began to run back after a short sprint.

It was Ferdinand who penetrated the ribs of the penalty area from outside the left penalty area, and Wang Shen's pass was also aimed at this point.

Visible to the naked eye, Wang Shen's passing and Ferdinand's running route will touch each other.

"Stop Feidi..."

Hector beside Wang Shen was yelling, but his reminder was a step too late.

Ferdinand stood up and completed the lion's head shake in front of Kabul.

"Bang!"

There was a powerful impact and the football flew toward the goal.

The Tottenham goalkeeper fought hard to save, holding the football with his left hand, but before he could exert any force, the ball had already entered the net.

"boom!!!"

The following Manchester United fans roared, and Ferdinand kept running towards the fans.

Behind him are Jones, Rooney, Welbeck...

Wang Shen naturally would not be left behind, but the distance was a bit far away, and by the time he arrived, these people were already hugging each other.

But this is just right, he wants to take revenge for yesterday!

"Whoosh!"

He jumped up high, drew an arc in the air, and quickly smashed into the crowd.

"You kid..."

I don't know who shouted, but the sound stopped suddenly.

A group of big men were knocked upside down by Wang Shen!

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