I am Vardy

Teammates pass the ball to Vardy more, and Vardy receives the ball more outside the penalty area and then rushes into the penalty area.

Vardy’s ability to flexibly get rid of in a small area was fully demonstrated by Vardy. The two double-teamed, and it was basically impossible to grab the ball at his feet. Too many threats.

And Vardy's purpose is not to break through and shoot, but to take a penalty kick, so his actions seem to be deliberately attracting opponents to foul.

In the 68th minute of the second half, Vardy broke through with the ball from the front of the penalty area. After dodging a defensive player, he suddenly made a shot, which made Bolton's defensive players feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

The side players swooped over to block with a sliding shovel, hoping to block Vardy's shot with the last glimmer of hope.

But Vardy's shooting action stopped abruptly, turned into a complete fake action, and began to dribble forward again, just in time for the forward movement to trip over the opponent's leg, so accurate to the point.

Vardy fell in Bolton's penalty area, and the ball was cleared by the defender.

The referee hadn't blown his whistle yet, but the game had almost come to a halt. Several Everton players excitedly signaled that it was a penalty kick, while Bolton players anxiously defended themselves.

So far in the game, Everton has led by two goals. In fact, the victory is almost certain. In the eyes of many people, it really doesn't matter whether a penalty is awarded or not.

But looking at the appearance of Everton players, it seems that they will go all out if they don't give a penalty kick, which is really strange.

The referee hesitated for a moment, but still pointed to the penalty point and gave Everton a penalty.

In fact, he could see very clearly that Vardy was deliberately creating a penalty kick, but Bolton players were fooled, so there was nothing he could do.

Several animals were smiling and celebrating each other, and the appearance of the villain made Bolton's defensive players itch with hatred.

Regarding the arrangement of penalty shooters in the past, Everton was very surprising. It was not the midfielder Cahill, nor the main center Ferguson, but the defensive midfielder Gravesen.

Of course, a team like Everton may not be able to win a penalty kick in a season. This is a fact, so it doesn't matter who takes the penalty kick.

Everyone is waiting for Gravesen to make a free throw. Of course, Gravesen can't really make a free throw. Isn't today's plan just to let Cahill score a goal!

But you can't just give it up to Cahill, otherwise it would be too deliberate!

"I made a penalty kick, why do you take the penalty, get out of the way, I'll do it!" Vardy rushed over and wanted to take the ball away.

Carsley also came to join in the fun: "It's my turn to take a penalty kick!"

"Don't force me to do it, whoever robs me will be in a hurry!" Osman waited for the bull's eye to join the battle group.

Cahill looked at this scene with lonely eyes. If it was before, then he would definitely join in and make a fuss with him, but now, everyone doesn't want to see him, so why bother to make fun of himself!

Gravesen hugged the football tightly and did not let go, with a terrifying expression on his face, "Don't force me to risk my life!"

Seeing that the four people were about to stage a real-life brawl, the fans in the stands were dumbfounded. No matter how slow they were, they knew that the team seemed to have internal strife because of this penalty, and they were worried for a while.

"If I remember correctly, it seems that Everton's penalty kicks were all taken by the Norwegian pirate Gravesen. Not as good as we thought?"

The televised commentator was also skeptical.

While arguing endlessly on the court, Moyes came to the sidelines and put his hands around his mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted at the court: "Let Tim punish!"

The four people who were still unconvinced and were about to duel just now reluctantly separated, muttering as they walked: "Cut,

It's really eccentric, and I'm not willing to punish me! "

Cahill was a little dazed. He never thought that Moyes would let him punish him. Looking at the four people who walked away, he also had a different feeling in his heart.

Well, since it's the coach's order, it's better to obey it, it's nothing more than a penalty kick.

The referee has come to urge, because too much time has been delayed because of the penalty kick.

Cahill stood in front of the ball, staring at Bolton's goalkeeper, but his mind had already drifted away.

Today was a gloomy day for him, as if everyone had abandoned themselves and thrown themselves into this lonely world.

Although Cahill does not have the extroverted personality of an optimist, and his personality is slightly introverted, but such a person is often more delicate and sensitive in his heart, and he cherishes what he has more.

His friends rejected him without warning and moved away from him. For him, it was as if the sky suddenly appeared cloudy, covering the sun and his spiritual hope.

Is it my fault?

Cahill let out a deep growl, and seemed to go berserk.

With a fierce volley, the ball seemed to be crushed and broken at any time under the heavy pressure.

This shot, with his endless anger and resentment, seemed to vent all the negative emotions in his heart with the shot.

Duang!

There was a loud bang at Goodison Park!

The ball hit the crossbar fiercely, bounced back into the field, and was cleared by the fast-eyed Bolton defender with a big foot. At this time, the goal post was still trembling and buzzing.

There was a neat lament from the stands, and there was endless regret in the lament.

But what followed was neat applause, which was encouraging applause. The team had already led by two goals and couldn't do better. Even if they missed a penalty, it wouldn't hurt.

Cahill stood there without any movement after the free throw, his eyes lost.

It seemed that all the negative emotions in his heart had been vented, but instead he felt empty, and when the penalty kick was missed, an infinite sense of self-blame flooded his heart again, which made him feel very bad.

After standing upright for a while, Cahill turned around and walked back silently without saying a word.

Seeing Cahill's loveless state, several bad friends couldn't help but be speechless. They knew that they might be a little out of play.

I didn't expect Cahill to be such a sensitive guy, just like a little girl. I really doubt how he became a professional player.

But things have come to this, giving up halfway will not only make their preparations all in vain, but may also have negative effects, and several people regret it a bit.

"Well, it seems that we must work harder to create penalties next, otherwise Cahill will definitely be crippled!"

Vardy gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, and his eyes on the opponent became sharper.

A gust of cold wind blew through, and Bolton's defensive players felt chills down their backs, as if they had been iced.