Lin Hai Ting Tao

Chapter 897 Record? Break! (Fourth Update for Monthly Tickets!)

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"This free kick is about twenty-three or four meters from the goal... but the position is too off-center, not a good direct shot position in reality. But looking at Chen Hero's stance, he wants to take charge of the free kick... The problem is, the direct shot success rate is very low... I think it might be better to let Charlie Adam take the kick, directly passing it into the penalty area, Hero's threat in front of the goal is obviously greater than where he is now."

The commentators were even speaking up for Charlie Adam.

But they couldn't change Charlie Adam's fate.

Chen Hero stood firmly in front of the football. After mocking the Besiktas fans, he focused on the goal.

It was indeed a bit off-center. From his position, the goal looked very narrow, and there were many people in the middle, so the space for scoring wasn't large. Everyone said it wasn't suitable for a direct shot for a reason.

But Chen Hero had his own ideas.

The crowd was all on the ground; there weren't many people in the air. Although most of the goal was blocked from his view, the section touching the crossbar was still accessible.

His free kicks weren't low shots, but specialized in upper shots!

No matter how many people were below, it wouldn't hinder Chen Hero's free kick; he would fly directly over their heads.

Chen Hero had already aimed, targeting the far corner of the goal. Only there was enough distance for his football to climb to the right height and then fall.

As long as the force was right, and the point of impact was more precise than facing the goal directly, because this angle didn't have as much room for maneuver as the front; if you were slightly off, as long as the football could fly within the range of the goal, there was still a chance.

But facing the goal from the side, the range of the goal was much smaller; a slight deviation would result in the ball flying directly out of the baseline.

Under such circumstances, what was needed was high concentration and... calmness.

The first ball, Chen Hero was only thinking about avenging Adam Johnson, and was provoked by the Besiktas fans and players, so he was too impatient and put too much force into it.

Now he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down again.

To ensure accuracy, the heart must first be quiet. A restless heart cannot deliver a fatal blow!

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently.

With this action, he could only hear his own breathing, and he couldn't hear any other sounds.

At this moment, the referee's whistle cut through the silence, and the fans' shouts and noise followed.

But these could no longer interfere with Chen Hero. He started his run-up, then stared at the football and swung his right foot!

A kicking motion that had been practiced countless times in the copy, played its due role at this moment.

Chen Hero's toe accurately hit that point!

The football soared into the air!

Braving the boos of the Besiktas fans, splitting the almost solidified air, the football flew high, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in the most critical location—the goalkeeper jumped high, reaching up his arms to drag the football out of the air, but he couldn't touch the football!

The football directly crossed his fingers and fell down.

"Here it comes!" The commentator couldn't help shouting in advance: "Falling leaf ball!!"

Besiktas' old goalkeeper, Rüştü, was still in the air. He felt that he had jumped high enough. At the age of thirty-nine, this was already very difficult.

But he still couldn't touch the football, and he looked up at the football.

The football had a very obvious drop in the air, directly chasing the far corner!

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"heroooooooooooooooooooooooooo——" Accompanied by the commentator's loud roar, the football crossed below the crossbar and crashed into the net inside the goal.

"gooooooooooooooooAL!!! goAL! goAL! goAL!"

"Hero scored! He helped the team get a key away goal! This is also his eighteenth Europa League goal of the season! He has officially broken Falcao's single-season Europa League goal record! He has also tied Messi's single-season European goal record!"

"Eighteen goals! Amazing Hero! Great Hero! Hell can't stop him! He stepped through the magma and walked out of hell, he is burning with raging flames, he is the avenger from hell, he is here to take Besiktas' life!"

Chen Hero's eighteenth goal was too important and of great significance, so the commentators were all crazy.

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After scoring, Chen Hero rushed to the stands where the Besiktas fans were gathered, opening his mouth and roaring. Then he was quickly embraced by his excited teammates.

Not many things were thrown down from the stands, because most of the things that could be thrown down, including coins and lighters, were confiscated by the ticket inspectors when the fans entered the stadium.

As for mobile phones, most people were rational...

However, many people spat at the Liverpool players who were celebrating right under their noses.

Martin O'Neill was very excited, so excited that he almost lost his balance and slipped while celebrating the goal. Fortunately, he managed to maintain his balance in time.

With an away goal in hand, he wasn't afraid of anything. It didn't matter even if they lost this game. Just like playing against Atletico Madrid away, they lost the game, but with an away goal, Liverpool would be much more comfortable playing at home.

If Adam Johnson hadn't been injured, this away trip could have been considered a complete success...

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When Chen Hero scored, the previously noisy Besiktas fans seemed to be choked.

It was only during this brief moment that the Liverpool fans made their cheers for the first time.

Eight hundred Liverpool fans were singing and dancing in the stands surrounded by wire fences.

Phil Gibbs was particularly excited, and he hugged Tom Jackson next to him and screamed like a woman.

"Beautiful! It's so fucking beautiful! Hero!!"

His saliva sprayed all over Tom's face, but Tom didn't scold him, because he was just as excited!

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After the game restarted, the Liverpool fans' excitement hadn't subsided.

The Besiktas fans' boos rang out again.

They became more courageous after setbacks... No, they hated Chen Hero even more.

Now when all the Liverpool players got the ball, they still booed, but when Chen Hero got the ball, they booed louder and shouted more, and all kinds of insulting sentences spewed out of their mouths.

But this didn't change the fact that Chen Hero had scored their goal, and Liverpool had gotten an away goal. Besiktas' previous goal had suddenly lost its meaning.

They obviously didn't know Chen Hero well enough, otherwise these Besiktas fans might have been better off dealing with Chen Hero with silence...

As it was now, it could only make Chen Hero play better and better.

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After Liverpool tied the score, they continued to play defensive counterattacks away from home. They weren't in a hurry to attack and expand the score, and the rhythm was very slow.

Besiktas pressed up to besiege Liverpool, but they lacked effective scoring methods. Although their fans almost shouted a hole in the sky, they still failed to score again.

In the first half, the two sides drew 1:1.

Walking off the field, many Liverpool players were no longer as nervous as they were at the beginning of the first half. Their expressions were relaxed and their steps were powerful.

This was all thanks to Chen Hero. If Chen Hero's free kick hadn't gone in, it would probably be a different scene now.

Chen Hero's goal gave everyone a reassurance.

After returning to the locker room, Chen Hero brought this effect into full play.

He clapped his hands and vigorously encouraged his teammates: "There's nothing to be afraid of! Look, didn't we tie the score? Now we have an away goal, they should be afraid and worried! Hell home? It really makes me laugh! This is also considered hell? So don't be afraid of them, let's work hard in the second half, and we might even win them!"

Although Gerrard was the captain in this game, he didn't play. Carragher simply didn't come to the away game, and Reina was the captain on the field, but unfortunately he wasn't the kind of person who was naturally lively. So Chen Hero faintly had the feeling of a leader in the locker room.

Everyone also believed in him, because it was his goal in the first half that made everyone feel at ease. Seeing the football fly into Besiktas' goal, these people's mood was really not much different from ordinary fans.

Under such circumstances, everyone was obviously more likely to believe in Chen Hero, and would involuntarily have a sense of dependence and trust.

While Chen Hero was encouraging everyone, Martin O'Neill still wanted everyone to remain calm.

Liverpool continued to defend and counterattack in the second half. Because now the pressure was all on Besiktas' side.

If Besiktas couldn't win the game at home, the away game would inevitably remind them of 0:8...

As a Besiktas player, no one wanted to relive such a game.

So they would press up in a big way in the second half, so the gaps behind them would be even bigger.

Liverpool's defensive counterattacks could take advantage of this.

O'Neill really felt that it didn't matter if the team lost the game, but wouldn't it be better if the team could win in the end?

So if there was a chance to win, and it was delivered to his door, could he refuse it?

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On the other side, Besiktas coach Havutcu was comforting his players.

"It's no big deal, this is our home, and we will continue to attack in the second half. We must continue to put pressure on them. As long as the pressure is enough, they will collapse! You must know that this is our home, and we are not afraid of the whole of Europe in our home!"

These words were impassioned, and immediately ignited the Besiktas players' fighting spirit. They howled as if they had already won the game.