The first tumor in football

Chapter 37: Some food can only be fed to the protagonist, others will cough after eating it
With Song Wen coming on the court for just less than a few minutes, the game, which should have been decided, suddenly became full of uncertainty.

Although the time on the field is less than 20 minutes even including injury time, there is really a limit to what can be done in 20 minutes in a football match.

But regardless, Ipswich finally seems to have seen a glimmer of hope.

No matter how the fans protested and cursed, Song Wen and McGoldrick were already standing in front of the penalty spot.

In fact, neither Song Wen nor McGoldrick is the team's top penalty taker.

But Ipswich's first penalty taker, starting centre-forward Pittman, is now on the bench.

Logically speaking, this penalty kick opportunity should have fallen to McGoldrick, who is also a forward.

But McGoldrick wanted to give the penalty to Song Wen.

"Song, this is a chance you created. You got three red cards with one kick. This ball should have been scored by you."

Big Black stood beside Song Wen, his eyes full of admiration.

He felt that this person standing on the court seemed to be glowing.

Even McGoldrick felt like his bloodline was about to awaken.

He knew that if Song Wen had not played, he might not have had the chance to play.

He had been kept on the bench by McCarthy for a long time. The reason why he was able to play this time was probably because McCarthy saw that he and Song Wen had cooperated before.

Although Big Black is not very smart, he knows that he was able to play this time because of Song Wen.

If I don't take this opportunity to lick Song Wen well, it will become unknown whether I can play in the future.

However, in the face of McGoldrick's humility, Song Wen had no intention of taking the penalty kick.

From running all over the national team's field to yesterday's training, Song Wen's already poor physical fitness has made him a little overwhelmed.

And he has no special abilities related to shooting.

Seeing McGoldrick staring at him with burning eyes, as if to say "big brother, let me watch your show", Song Wen silently took a step back.

"You take the punishment."

McGoldrick pointed at his nose in confusion.

"Me? No no no, Song, this penalty should be taken by you. This is your first appearance in the Championship, and scoring this goal means a lot to you."

"No!" Song Wen shook his head. "You should score this goal. You are a striker. You haven't scored a goal this season, right?"

McGoldrick's body trembled.

There is a bright holy light before my eyes!

“It turns out that God is Chinese!”

He wanted to refuse, but Song Wen had already turned and walked out of the restricted area.

As a striker, except for the previous friendly match, McGoldrick has not scored a goal for too long and really needs a goal.

But the significance of Song Wen scoring his first goal in his Championship debut is much greater than his own!
Looking at the goalkeeper in front of the goal, McGoldrick took a deep breath and slowly stepped back.

"Song Wen and McGoldrick seemed to have discussed it and finally gave the penalty to McGoldrick. It can be seen that when the team was behind, McGoldrick's eyes were solemn, which showed that he was under great pressure."

Looking at McGoldrick preparing for the free throw, Zhan Jun and Fan Zhiyi held their breath at the same time.

They knew that if they failed to score, it would be a fatal blow to Ipswich.

"McGoldrick! You must withstand the pressure!"

"Shoot! Wow! Fulham's goalkeeper guessed the direction right! He saved the ball!!!"

Zhan Jun's heart skipped a beat, but before it sank to the bottom, it immediately jumped up again!

"Song Wen! He's as fast as the wind! He got the first ball! Shoot! The ball goes in!" "1:3! In the 73rd minute of the second half, a follow-up shot from Ipswich's No. 11 player Song Wen finally helped Ipswich break the deadlock!!"

"This was Song Wen's first appearance in the English Championship League, and he scored a goal after just three minutes on the pitch! He broke the previous record for the fastest goal scored by a newcomer in the Championship! Of course, this record also requires three red cards!"

On the court, McGoldrick stared at the ball in the goal, then quickly rushed to Song Wen on the side.

“God is a Chinese!”

Song Wen, who scored the goal, was supporting himself on his knees, panting, his face a little pale.

The sea cucumber energy that he had stored with great difficulty was used up in an instant just now, bringing a huge burden to his body.

"Song! Thank you. If I had lost this ball, I wouldn't know how to forgive myself."

After the excitement, McGoldrick stood in front of Song Wen, like a wronged child, about to cry.

Song Wen raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder, comforting him:

"It's not your fault. Some food can only be fed to the protagonist. If others eat it, they will cause them to cough."

As Song Wen changed the score, there was a long-lasting booing and various insults at Craven Cottage.

The moon is not rounder abroad.

The British, who are always known for their gentleman culture, are no less ambiguous than domestic fans when it comes to swearing on the court.

After all, this is not just a goal, there are also three red cards!

Song Wen slowly straightened his back, raised his head and opened his arms, and amidst the boos, he proudly enjoyed his first goal in the Championship!
Wang Yaoben, who was in the audience, was still inciting the emotions of the fans, trying to capture the embarrassing look of Song Wen when he was being scolded.

But when he looked through the camera at Song Wenru, who was like an eagle holding his head high and welcoming all the boos, an inexplicable emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.

No one blessed his debut, and no one cheered for his goal.

Wang Yao slowly pressed the shutter button to record this scene, and remained silent for a long time.

One goal cannot change the outcome, the game between both sides must continue.

But at this moment, the mentality of the players of both teams has undergone earth-shaking changes.

After Fulham restarted the game, they started passing the ball back and forth in the backcourt.

Their coach was kicked out of the field by Song Wen and was no longer able to provide guidance on the sidelines.

Nine people versus eleven people!
What awaits Fulham is the full force of Ipswich Town!

Even though they compressed their formation and passed the ball back and forth, Ipswich soon seized the ball.

Fulham players no longer dared to press forward and could only crowd into the penalty area.

But for Song Wen, this gave him ample opportunities to observe and kick!
In the seventy-ninth minute, Song Wen passed the ball into the penalty area from the bottom corner!
The ball drew a graceful arc and found McGoldrick's big bald head like a cruise missile!
McGoldrick turned his head! !

"McGoldrick! The ball goes in!"

"Eighty minutes! A very threatening pass from Song Wen helped McGoldrick score with a header!"

"Song Wen, he contributed a goal and an assist in just ten minutes!"

“2:3! Ipswich changed the score again!”

"There are still more than ten minutes left before the end of the game! There is still a lot of time left for Song Wen!"

Fan Zhiyi grinned and laughed, glancing at the comments in the live broadcast room.

"Oh? What's going on? Did I turn off the barrage? Why is no one talking?"

(End of this chapter)