The Wolves players turned their anger into motivation for a big game against Chelsea.

Since it is a wolf, it can only move forward bravely in the face of difficulties!

The free-kick was over 40 metres from goal, and Chelsea placed heavy men inside and outside the box, with Cech standing up front, ready to jump up and pluck the ball or punch it out at any moment.

Wang Rui glanced at Cech and suddenly changed his previous decision, ready to try his footwork. After a whistle, Wang Rui slowly ran towards the football, and then kicked the inside of his right foot on the football!

A white light flashed and the ball headed towards the Chelsea penalty area!

Looking at the ball getting closer, Cech suddenly panicked in his eyes, and he hurriedly moved his steps backwards quickly......

Damn, how he doesn't play his cards according to common sense!

Damn, he actually shot straight at the goal......

The air at Stamford Bridge suddenly became tense, and the London TV commentator panicked and said: "This is not a pass, this is a shot!"

God, it's more than 40 meters away from the fans, and the king actually chose to shoot directly? ”

Terry, who was standing in the penalty area, tilted his head and looked at the football flying over his head in horror, his hands and feet were cold, God, how could this be...... Cech, you must hold on,

Where is Cech?

Damn, damn it......

Terry, who turned his head to look for Cech, was desperate.

Wolverhampton TV football commentator Andy? Keogh yelled: "The ball is heading towards the top left corner of the goal!" ”

"The ball is in! Entered! Entered! Entered! ……”

Sky TV commentator Kent was dumbfounded: "Football is in a dead end!" ”

"In! Entered! It was definitely the longest free-kick goal in Premier League history! ”

Stamford Bridge fell into a deathly silence as the ball flew into the net, until the saliva man let out a howl and the sculptures became human.

"Ahh ……”

Wolves fans howled hysterically to turn Stafford Bridge into a world of wolves.

"Nope! Oh, God! No! It's not really ......"

Chelsea fans covered their faces in pain, they couldn't believe that the longest-range free-kick in the history of the Premier League was born in front of their eyes......

"Ahh …… King! ……”

Female Chelsea fans have become incoherent. Emotional tears flowed from their eyes......

Wang Rui, who scored the goal, slapped his chest excitedly, looked up to the sky and roared, the Wolves players went crazy and rushed towards him, Peter ran wildly and shouted and scolded: "Damn, how is this possible, how is it possible...... This guy is crazy, and he did this kind of thing......"

"I'm going to have to take a closer look at his right foot, damn it......"

Screams and howls on the pitch. Bringing the London TV commentator back to reality, he looked into the microphone and said in a slightly trembling voice: "The ball went in, the score became 0-1, Chelsea were one goal behind." ”

In the last match between the two teams, Wang reversed the score with three free kicks. God, why is the king's free kick so terrifying, this ball is more than forty meters long......"

After repeated confirmation by the media, the distance between the free kick and the goal was 45 meters. Wolves fans are even more accurate to the centimeter - 45.34 meters!

In the command area, Ince muttered incoherently: "Damn, it's been scored so far, what other goal can't he score?" ”

Not far away. Ancelotti finally recovered from the shock, he shook his head helplessly, there is a kind of person in this world who can do things that ordinary people can't do. He can think of things that ordinary people dare not think.

The king not only thought about it, but also did it......

No solution?

No solution!

In the VIP box, Abu's mouth was slightly open. Dumbfounded as he looked at the pitch, he couldn't believe his eyes. Next to the Russian oil tycoon is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, shiny calfskin shoes, and a red tie that is full of joy.

That man is Chelsea CEO Gulley.

"Sir, it is necessary for us to ......"

Gulley asked in a whisper.

Abu finally kept his mouth shut, shook his head and said, "How could Manchester United let us get him." ”

The media does not know that Manchester United owns 51% of Wang Rui's interest, which does not mean that Abu does not know. Gully looked unwilling, and Abu continued: "If we really want to get him, let's wait until he goes to Spain, and then try again." ”

After Abou took ownership of Stavford Bridge, he began to buy stars aggressively, and at high prices. Later, he slowly understood that the football market has its own rules and value evaluation system, and also understood that a team should not pile up stars in order to achieve good results, so Chelsea returned to rationality in the transfer market.

So this time chasing Wang Rui, they didn't spend a lot of money.

The crowd of reporters on the sidelines exploded, countless exclamations rang out, and Park Sung-hwan's face was as white as paper, and his lips trembled. He looked at Wang Rui as if he was seeing a ghost, damn it, how could this be?

In the Chelsea goal, Cech was half-kneeling on the turf, his eyes blankly looking at the football lying quietly in the net.

It's another free kick ......!

Cech's heart was about to break......

Terry feels cold, why is it cold this winter?

Frank Lampard looked up at the sky and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

"Wolf King!"

"Wolf King!"

"Wolf King!"

Wolves fans are beginning to vent their inner turmoil!

A hundred miles away, the city of Wolverhampton becomes a world of joy......

The London TV commentator shook his head and sighed: "Chelsea can't attack for a long time, but Wolves took advantage of this opportunity that is not a chance to score, football really makes no sense." ”

It took a full two minutes for the game to restart, and the morale-high Wolves made a ferocious half-time rush to chase after the victory.

Against a menacing Wolves midfield, the Chelsea players re-immersed themselves in the atmosphere of the game, quickly moving their football up front for a sharp attack.

This is not Molinox, this is Stamford Bridge!

This is our home turf!

The blue waves are surging towards the Wolves penalty area!

An Shuai is a master tactician, with super on-the-spot command ability, and after Drogba's high-altitude bombardment was blocked, he decisively issued a new order to launch a ground offensive.

In the twentieth minute, Joe Cole crossed the middle from the left, and after Lampard took the ball, he passed the ball to Deco on the right, and then made a diagonal cut!

Deco didn't hesitate, with a through pass, followed by a cross-run.

Kendin pounces on Lampard!

The Blues midfielder stretched out his left foot to stop the ball and Kentin didn't give him a chance to turn around at all, holding him tight.

Frank Lampard stretched out his right foot and slammed it back, and the ball flew behind him!

"Beautiful!"

The London TV commentator yelled: "Deco has no one to defend!" ”

"Shoot!"

"Smack! ……”

The ball flew out of Deco's right instep and headed towards the top left corner of the goal like a cannonball!

Once again, the stadium fell into a deathly silence, this time...... Can you enter?

Oakes roared in his heart, jumped forward, and flew towards the football!

However, his fingers did not touch the football, and the air on the pitch froze.

"Pong! ……”

A loud bang saved the desperate Oakes, but a blue figure headed towards the ball that bounced back into the box, sending the Wolves captain into despair once more.

Craddock didn't give up, he yelled, stepped forward, and lowered his center of gravity, trying to use his right leg to block Drogba's follow-up shot!

"Smack! ……”

Drogba swung his right leg and slammed it towards the ball that bounced off the turf, and it flew off the turf like a cannonball.

Craddock's eyes lit up with desperation as he slitted across the turf...... (To be continued.) )