Smack!
Rodri sent the ball into the box with one kick, and Ousmane Dembélé, arriving at the far post, easily got his shot away.
The ball was in!
"1:0!"
"Dembélé!"
"Beautiful!"
Apparently frightened by his recent bad luck, Dembélé immediately looked to the assistant referee after scoring. Only after confirming that he was not offside did he begin celebrating.
"Wow!"
He went sliding on his knees. Facing the taunts of the home fans, Dembélé slapped his ears, seemingly asking them to curse even louder.
Erik ten Hag violently pumped his clenched right fist, making Mitchell van der Gaag behind him shake his head repeatedly.
Erik had completely lost it.
No matter who scored, as long as Cristiano Ronaldo was not on the pitch, it was a good goal to ten Hag.
An unbelievably good goal!
Casually tapping at the keyboard, van der Gaag turned his head and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.
Cristiano Ronaldo was seated two rows back, still wearing the hood of his down jacket.
Sigh...
Van der Gaag was certain there would be a good solution to this problem. They just had not found one yet.
"TY!"
"Xuuu!!!"
"TY!!"
"Xuuu!!!"
The Villa fans were very unhappy.
"Why?!"
As Dembélé walked back toward his own half, he complained to Tang Ye beside him. "I scored the goal, so why did they start cursing you?!"
"Haha!"
Tang Ye grabbed one of Dembélé's hands and raised it overhead.
"Xuuu!!!!"
"Do you know why they're cursing me?"
Bringing his mouth close to Dembélé's ear, Tang Ye shouted the question.
"Oh, you scared me... Why are they cursing you?"
Tang Ye patted Dembélé on the back. "Because your presence is too weak..."
"..."
"Press their middle! The center-backs!"
Steven Gerrard was barking out instructions.
Abandoning the full-backs