However, Gallup was different. He had been silently supporting Chang Sheng. However, he had been sent to other places for business trips and had not been able to go to the scene to cheer for his beloved team.
When he saw that many media outlets were smearing Chang Sheng, his anger was no less than Chang Sheng himself. How could a player who was willing to sincerely thank the fans be such a scum?
Although he kept praising Chang Sheng to his colleagues and friends who were also fans of the Red and White Ernst club, they all replied in disbelief.
"Friend, you're worshipping him without reason. I don't like him anymore. I think Phillip is doing well now. I'm going to buy his jersey.”
"Chang? He was about to hit the reporter. Although reporters were not necessarily good people, people who liked violence were definitely not good people.”
"You only met him once, my friend. Wake up and wash that tattoo when you have time. That goalkeeper probably won't stay in Red-White Erfort for long.”
Hmph, what do you understand?
Today, he finally returned to Ernst Stadium. He watched Chang Sheng struggle to support the goal. He had resolved Yena's attacks at so many critical moments, but no one in the stadium cheered for him. Gallum's heart was filled with anger.
Are you all blind?
How could a player who was not in good form do this?
Would a goalkeeper who wanted to leave guard the gate so seriously?
Would a player who looked down on his teammates never blame his teammates for making defensive mistakes?
Did anyone see Chang Sheng say anything about his teammates?
He had been silently guarding the goal and tolerating the mistakes of the Red and White Erforte defenders.
Were they all blind?
What bullsh * t media, what bullsh * t old Erford fans.
Thinking of this, Gallup took advantage of the silence of the fans and shouted again,"Chang! Well done!"
Chang Sheng, who had been resting with his hands on his knees and taking advantage of the gap between the wild Na's attacks, looked up blankly. When the game started, he seemed to have heard someone calling his name, but because of the noisy environment on the field, he thought he had heard wrong.
This time, he clearly heard the sound of cheering for himself. He was just about to look around the stands to find the source of the sound, but he did not expect the cheers of the fans to ring out again. Chang Sheng could only give up looking.
However, it seemed to be Gallup's voice just now. Thinking of this, Chang Sheng suddenly grinned.
It turned out that there were still people cheering for him.
Whether it was just one person or not, as long as there was, he would never disappoint those who believed in him.
Matthew was like this, Sandy was like this, Phillip was like this, the Red and White Erfort teammates were like this, and the fans Gallup were like this.
Chang Sheng patted his cheeks, trying to wake up his tired and dazed mind.
Time passed on Chang Sheng's fingertips, and the referee had already started to look at his watch.
The players of Wild Na were getting more and more anxious. Their manager, Hamilton, had long been pacing up and down the sidelines anxiously, constantly waving his hand to signal for an all-out attack.
Finally, Yena made another excellent opportunity to attack. Wodehouse and Conrad rampaged in the penalty area, and Troy ran around to attract the attention of the Red and White Erforte team's defense.
Suddenly, a curveball from the left came from a blind spot. Chang Sheng, who had understood this scene in advance, stared at the penalty area.
Right now, the forward, Conrad, who was in front of the penalty area, resolutely kicked. The football drew a beautiful parabola and flew directly to the theoretical blind spot in the upper left corner of the goal.
All the players in the game were staring at the football, but that annoying figure appeared in their field of vision again.
Chang Sheng, Chang Sheng again.
Chang Sheng moved two steps to the left and then pushed hard. His body stretched out like a big bird, and his hands stretched out straight until the football was in place.
He caught it.
"Woo..."
"Phew..."
There were two sounds coming from the stands. One was the sigh of the Yena fans, and the other was the exhale of the Red and White Erfordshire fans.
That figure had once again saved Red-White Alfred.
However, this time, Chang Sheng fell down with the ball. He fell a little hard. He did not get up for a while, but the final whistle made him give up on getting up.
Chang Sheng looked at the referee. After confirming that the match was over, he gently pushed the ball away and turned over to face the sky.
Haha, he won.
Was it over?
The players of the Red-White Erfort team were a little stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted because the Erfort stadium was already filled with loud cheers.
Suddenly, the Red and White Erforte players ran frantically to the front of the goal. Eugenie was the first to pounce on Chang Sheng.
"Chang, well done. It's too beautiful!”
"You are my idol!"
"Chang, you're f * cking too energetic!”
Layer after layer of arhats stacked on Chang Sheng's body. Although the pressure made him a little breathless, he suddenly felt that these 90 minutes of hard work were worth it.
Sandy, who was on the sidelines, was so excited that she wanted to run over to celebrate. However, as a manager, he remained seated firmly in the technical area.
But can you stop holding my hand?
Dominica looked helplessly at his old partner, the old man who had been accompanying the Red-White Erfords. He could understand how excited Sandy was and how confused Sandy's mind was.
Chang Sheng's god-like performance once again shocked the Red-White Alfred. Even Dominica, who had seen it once, could not help but tremble.
On Dominica's recording board.
Yena had 40 shots in the entire match, and 20 of them were on target. Chang Sheng had thrown all of them out.
Chang Sheng had undoubtedly become the hero of the Red-White Erfords.
The Red and White Erforte team was cheering without restraint, while Yena left the field dejectedly with his head lowered. Especially Yena's 'hero' Wodehouse, whose face was even gloomier.
How could he have lost? He had used all sorts of methods to get the two young core players of the Red and White Erforte team off the field. There was still a lot of time before the end of the game.
He had thought that victory was in his grasp and that he might be able to score a few goals.
He did not expect that the Red-White Ernst goalkeeper was like a god possessed. He managed to keep the goal clean with such a number of shots.
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