Football: The opening kick shocked the world with a long-range heavy artillery

There have been sponsors who have offered to replace Everton's lawn, and sponsors who have offered to rebuild the stadium for them just to buy a stadium naming rights.

But these immediate benefits were rejected by the Evertonians.

Because there is an amazing secret hidden under the grass of the stadium - the ashes of many die-hard fans who have passed away are sprinkled under the grass of the Goodison Park stadium.

It can be said that this is the "cemetery" of the older generation of Everton fans.

And once the stadium is rebuilt or relocated, according to Chinese, it is to dig people's ancestral graves, so who will be the descendants of the older generation of fans to hold the stadium?

No one comes to the stadium, what is the use of the stadium no matter how grand, spectacular and advanced?

"It's really a Premier League team, even the turf is top-notch!"

"That's awesome!"

Jiang Chen wore his little white shoes and carefully felt the lawn under his feet.

Lingadenu on the side pouted and said: "There is a chance to take you to feel the turf of the Dream Theater, which is even better than this!" "

The training facilities of these top clubs are all world-class."

"What a pride to be able to play for the giants!"

At this moment, another group of people walked towards them, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time in the crowd.

Judging from the training clothes they are wearing, all of them are Everton players, and they are also training on the field.

"Look at that countryman, it's ridiculous to look like he hasn't seen the world!"

"Hahaha, what world can a group of little trash kicking in the British League have seen?"

"If I want to say, it's all a loss anyway, why bother to humiliate yourself?"

"Is it bad to be honest in the country?"

"Hahahahahaha! Jagielka, it's really yours!

"Shhhhh

"Che, what if you hear that? Incompetent rage? "

The Everton players don't hide their contemptuous and even a bit of defiance.

Of course, they are playing in the Premier League, England's highest league, and it is inevitable that they will feel superior.

It is even more common to look down on players in the lower leagues.

In other words, if you can endure it, you can endure, after all, the strong dragon can't suppress the ground snake.

But how could geniuses like Jesse Lingard and Maguire be willing to suffer such a bag?

"Jesse Lingard, Maguire, don't be impulsive, once there is a conflict, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

"Hey, you two boys, why don't you listen to advice?!"

Despite Chris Well's persuasion, Jesse Lingard and Maguire still stepped forward and stopped in front of the group.

"Hey, you stinky old nine, what are you talking about?!"

Jesse Lingard was unceremonious, and as soon as he spoke, he directly filled the tense atmosphere, and the two sides were tense.

"Countryman!"

"Don't deserve to stand here!"

"I said it!"

"Remember my name!"

"Heitinga!"

A bald man squeezed out from behind the crowd, burly and fierce-looking.

This product is also kicking football?

It wouldn't be kicking people on the pitch, would it?

If the bad guys had standards, they would look like this.

"Heitinga?"

"I was very impressed with your performance in a game."

"Let me think..."

"

That's right!"

"The 1/8 final between Portugal and the Netherlands in the 2006 World Cup..." Before

Lingard's words were finished, the smile on the evil man Heitinga's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by endless coldness.

"Fak Maja!"

"I advise you to apologize to me, otherwise you won't have a chance to stand and leave Goodison Park!"

Heitinga pointed a finger at Jesse Lingard, looking like he was going to eat people.

"Are you threatening us?"

"I've already recorded it, what happens if I hand it over to the FA?"

Seeing that his teammates were threatened, Jiang Chen was not afraid and stepped forward directly, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

For a while, Heitinga also realized that his words were a little out of line, and his face changed extremely wonderfully.

At this time, the managers of both sides also rushed to hear the news.

After figuring out what happened, Moyes ordered Heitinga to apologise to Sheffield's players.

Although reluctant, Heitinga could only do so.

Although a dispute subsided, it laid the groundwork for the night's game.

It is destined to be a game full of gunpowder.

Before leaving, Haitinga stared at Jiang Chen deadly, and his mouth shape kept changing.

“I will kill you！"

Faced with such a serious threat, Jiang Chen smiled slightly, and his smile was full of mockery.

"Wow, Jiang, you're so brave."

Jesse Lingard and Maguire came to Jiang Chen's side with a reassuring smile on their faces.

"By the way, Jesse, what happened in that game?"

"Don't mention how ugly his face is, it's like eating!"

Jiang Chen hurriedly asked.

Jesse Lingard smiled mysteriously and explained unhurriedly:

"With 20 minutes to go, the Netherlands are still one goal behind."

"The Dutch are really anxious, so anxious that they have lost their sanity and sportsmanship."

"In the 71st minute, Carvalho was treated for injury and the Portuguese player gave up his attacking chance. After the resumption of the ball, to the dismay of the fans and the Portuguese players, the Dutch team did not return the ball to the other side, Heitinga directly rushed to the Portuguese goal with the ball and immediately attacked. "

The Dutch behaviour also caused displeasure among the Portuguese fans in the stadium, and every time the Dutch players got the ball, they heard boos from the field."

"In that game, there were 16 yellow cards, 4 red cards!"

"Set a world record!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen suddenly realized that this was the case.

......

On the eve of the big fight, Sheffield United's dressing room was so quiet that no one even spoke.

The oppressive atmosphere is almost breathless and affects the mentality of the players at all times.

At 19:50, the starters of both teams appeared in the players' tunnel and prepared to enter.

Coincidentally, Jiang Chen happened to be standing in the same row as Hai Tingjia.

There was a railing between the two, less than five meters apart.

"I heard you're the team's left winger?"

"That's great, I happen to be right-back!"

"I'll show you what a real iron-blooded defense is!"

Heitinga chewed gum and whispered with his eyebrows flying.

"Iron blood?"

"Or dirty?"

"Good luck!"

"By the way, there is no recording at all, it is all to scare you."

"You idiot!"

Jiang Chen fought back mercilessly, showing no mercy.

"Fak!"

"Boy, you're finished!"

......

In the exciting opening song, players from both sides slowly entered.

Tonight's Goodison Park Stadium is packed to a packed house.

The fan stands have turned into a sea of blue, and the giant TIFO hangs high and shocking.

The TIFO reads: "Merseyside Everton, my club, my city! "

Amid the shouts of the DJs in the control field, blue fireworks burst into the sky, and the momentum was magnificent!

Such a home field, it can be called the devil!