"Tottenham are finished."

"There's no time."

"There are only ten seconds left."

"It seems familiar. Last time Luo's winning goal was a set kick, this time it was a one-on-one challenge to Tottenham's defense, both in the last few dozen seconds."

"Poor Tottenham fans."

"Poor Tottenham players."

"See you next year."

"Arsenal are still unbeaten at home this season."

"We can only wait for the next opponent."

Tottenham fans finally felt the coldness to the bone. At the Emirates Stadium, their smiles were finally ruthlessly taken away. The crazy shouts of Arsenal fans could be heard in their ears.

Coming from the same city, we are destined to have no sleep tonight.

But his opponent is the happiest in the world.

Football is just a part of life, but it can really make people sad and sad.

The full-time whistle finally sounded, and Arsenal finally reached the semi-finals of the League Cup.

The scene turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The teammates lifted Luo Wu up and ran high into the air.

This is not the League Cup championship, but Luo Wu made them feel the joy of championship.

Guendouzi ran out of the tunnel and quickly ran towards everyone.

He thought that after receiving the red card, the team was destined to lose.

But the result was that the team won, it really felt like a dream.

But the whole stadium was cheering, this is real!

Tottenham players walked off the field one by one with their heads hanging down, ashamed that they were losers and God had abandoned them again.

No one can figure it out.

Why did they fail in the end despite having all the advantages?

Son Heung-min originally wanted to walk into the player tunnel, but was stopped by a reporter from Sky Sports. Out of courtesy, he stopped to be interviewed.

"Sun, I feel really sorry for you. Tottenham should have won this game today. How do you feel now?"

"I have no idea."

"You can ask our head coach this question."

Son Heung-min looked pale and showed no expression at all, and directly attacked Pochettino.

It seems that he is quite dissatisfied with Pochettino and thinks the team's defeat is because of Pochettino?

"You think Pochettino is the biggest problem?"

"I think we played too conservatively."

"We should attack from start to finish."

"We lost the game last time because of this, and it's still the same now. We weren't bold enough, we weren't determined enough. If we were consistent, we should have won."

Isn't this obvious? It's Pochettino's fault.

"We all know that the opponent has the most terrifying attacker. It is almost impossible to guard against him. It was proved again tonight, but we are a great team and our offense is even better!"

"No more. Thank you."

Son Heung-min's forehead veins were exposed, and his blood pressure seemed to be rising rapidly.

With his face flushed, he pushed the reporter and walked into the players' tunnel.

The paparazzi wanted to continue asking:

"Sun,"

"Do you think you're the best player in the game?"

Son Heung-min did not look back, and there was no reply...

At this time, Luo Wu was also surrounded by reporters. Normally, paparazzi would interview only in the mixed zone, but now the paparazzi could no longer hold back on the court.

"Luo, congratulations on once again completing the winning goal."

"Tell me about your feelings about the competition?"

Luo Wu touched the sweat on his forehead.

"I'm so tired."

"I want to die. My legs are weak and I don't have any strength left."

"I just want to rest now."

Luo Wu's opening remarks were very vulgar, and he used swear words directly.

"real,"

"If I play for five more minutes, I feel like I can't handle it, and neither can the team. Tottenham played great. This is the most difficult game of the season, bar none. At the last moment,

It felt like they wanted to keep the tie, so they gave us a chance."

"We were just the opposite, we still wanted to score goals and we succeeded."

"Why are you always able to kill? And always successful?"

Luo Wu smiled and said: "Because I am a cheating man."

"Do you know how many goals you've scored this season?"

"I forgot, I really can't remember these, but it must be number one."

"Okay, I think you should interview that kid. Without him today, we wouldn't have won this victory." Luo Wu pointed at Gunduzzi not far away, hoping that the paparazzi would interview him.

"Didn't he get a red card and almost cause the team to lose?" The paparazzi don't think so.

"No, no, no, without him, we would still be tied after less than 80 minutes. We might have lost several goals in the first half. The red card was just an accident. He is definitely the most important thing for us today.

Guy. I think the best player should be him, or Sun."

"The grandson of Tottenham."

Luo Wu still humbly gave in to the best player of the game?

But it's normal. He played nearly 20 games this season, and except for a few games where he didn't win the best award, he won the best award in the rest. He is simply inhumane.

He doesn't mind any of this anymore.

He left the crowd gracefully and was about to walk into the tunnel.

Suddenly a black thing fell from the sky.

Bang!

Hit him hard in the middle of the forehead.

Falling objects from high altitude.

This sudden attack was impossible to guard against.

Of course Luo Wu couldn't react. He never expected that something would hit his head. He only felt his eyes go dark and fell to the ground instantly.

"Wardfake!"

"Wardfalk?"

Emery, who was not far from Luo Wu, was dumbfounded.

He stood there stunned for a few seconds before rushing forward.

"Team doctor!"

"Call the team doctor quickly! Where did the team doctor die?!"

Emery squatted in front of Luo Wu. Luo Wu had a big gash on his forehead and blood was flowing out, and soon it flowed all over the floor.

There is a broken black mobile phone next to it!

There are also bits and pieces of screen debris.

It was designated as the thug's cell phone.

Emery immediately took off his coat and pressed it on Luo Wu's forehead to help him temporarily stop the bleeding.

"I,"

"I'm fine..."

Luo Wu, who was lying on the ground, struggled to open his eyes, "I just feel a little dizzy."

At this time, the security team immediately started searching the stands above, but they couldn't be that stupid. They must have fled after the sneak attack. Want to catch the attacker? They probably need to investigate and monitor.

In this era, surveillance basically has no blind spots, and it is impossible for attackers to escape.

What is certain is that,

Must be a Tottenham fan.

In the end, Luo Wu was carried into the locker room. The team doctor then performed a simple hemostasis and bandage on him, and then he was sent to the central hospital.

The problem is not serious, but it may require stitches...
Chapter completed!