But no, he was still a little bit behind.

beep,

beep,

Beep.

The full-time whistle finally sounded, and the Emirates Stadium instantly erupted into deafening cheers.

Latteore, who missed the draw, immediately fell to his knees and buried his head deeply in the grass. The victory was determined by his kick. What a pity.

He could have reached the heights of Luo Wu! If the Wolves win, he can even become the best player of the game, or even a draw, but how ridiculous is his fate?

Neves and Moutinho also slumped to the ground with their heads hanging down. The two of them performed well enough today. If we don't talk about conceding the ball, they can be said to have carried the whole game, but the carry was not enough.

Ah, because they were dealing with God!

This was originally just an ordinary Premier League game, but it was as grand and epic as the highest-level Champions League final.

Maybe this will be the best game in many players' careers.

Cech was finally able to break out of the small penalty area, run all the way to his teammates, and join the celebration.

At this time, his teammates had already lifted Luo Wu up and threw him high into the air!

Although this is not a championship fight, it is better than a championship.

Over the years, there have been no champions who could celebrate so wildly, so it’s not a bad idea to use the mighty Luo Wu as the object of celebration.

The whole place was filled with cheers of ‘vivaluowu’.

"The game is over, but Ronaldo has already set a new Premier League record with 26 goals. He can be proud of the Premier League."

"You know, how many rounds did the game last? 12 rounds..."

"An average of 2.3 goals per game. Those Melo fans who like to use statistics to show off will probably stop a lot in the future, because in front of the data, Melo no longer has an advantage. Of course, Melo's statistics are also terrifying.

, their scoring rate has improved again."

"The two years of 12 and 13 were the peak of these two perverts, but now they have reached a new peak again. Their scoring rate is as high as 1.8 goals! If it weren't for Luo, then their scoring rate would have been that of a human being.

It’s the limit.”

"Of course, the butterfly effect caused by the Chinese is not just for them, but also for Mbappe, Neymar, Suarez, Lewandowski, and Benzema. The goal statistics of these forwards are more terrifying than before.

"

"But again, there is only one person standing on the top of the mountain, luooooooowu!"

…

On the court, Luo Wu was pulled by Traore.

"Hey,"

"I want to exchange jerseys with you!"

Traore seemed to have regained his energy. He took off his already soaked jersey, revealing his strong muscles.

Diogo Jota was half a second too late. He grabbed Luo Wu's other arm.

"I want to exchange jerseys with you too!"

"Shit, I came first." Traore turned his head and saw that Ruota was also holding Luo Wu's arm.

"Don't fight with me." His pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes became cold again.

Diogo Jota was frightened and subconsciously gave Luo Wu's arm. He couldn't fight with Traore! Don't even think about it, he couldn't beat him at all.

"Okay, I won't fight with you." Ruota, who became timid, shrugged and chose to leave.

Traore's expression softened again.

"I knew he didn't dare."

"He's afraid of me."

Luo Wu took off his jersey and pondered for a few seconds.

"You know what?"

"We actually had a confrontation."

"Really?" Traore was stunned and had no memory at all. For a guy as strong as Luo Wu, if he had fought against each other before, would he have no memory?

"Did you remember it wrong?"

Seeing Traore's confusion, Luo Wu handed him the jersey first, and then told him about his experience in the La Masia youth training camp.

After listening, Traore suddenly woke up.

"Ah, I'm a little affected."

"Well, we were wondering during halftime, why do you have people pouring water off the court, but we don't?"

"Ha, it turns out that little guy is you!"

Luo Wu:……

Damn it, I didn’t expect it to become popular in the La Masia youth training camp at that time?

Traore seemed to notice Luo Wu's embarrassment, and then stretched out his big hand, "Thank you very much today,"

"Forced me to be the strongest!"

"Although the team lost, I did not lose."

Um?

Why is this sentence so familiar?

Well, it’s what Ronaldo fans often say, the game was lost, but Ronaldo didn’t.

As for Traore's performance today, it can indeed be said that all five of the team's goals were related to him. His three goals and two assists were a god's performance. Even Melo can get such data.

Not out.

But above him, Luo Wu's statistics are four goals and one assist, leading the team to victory, which naturally makes him even more awesome.

…

After Luo Wu opened the door to the locker room, Que found that the atmosphere in the locker room was a bit strange.

What about laughter?

Why is the laughter gone?

What the hell does it mean when everyone is crying and sad?

"what happened?"

he asked Smith Rowe.

"team leader."

"Three unfortunate things just happened on the court."

"What happened?" How unfortunate? Luo Wu still didn't realize how unfortunate something happened.

No matter how unfortunate it is, it's just football.

"I just got the news that four fans died suddenly in the stands."

"Maybe it was a heart attack. The game was so exciting that they overturned on the spot."

"Water? Walter?" Luo Wu was shocked instantly.

Can you just hang up while watching a football match?

this……

Take ten thousand steps back, this is just an ordinary game, there is no need.

He immediately realized that it might have been caused by himself. If there were not so many exciting goals, these tragedies would not have happened.

Four!

"God, what a sad day."

No wonder the atmosphere in the locker room is like this.

"Should we do something?"

Comedy turns into tragedy.

"Boss."

He looked at Emery.

"Don't worry, the club is learning more about the situation and there will be follow-up work." Emery nodded.

"All right……"
Chapter completed!