After returning home after training, Vardy felt that his butt was almost his own, and he was snatching points and falling. Even if he practiced a golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt, he might not be able to resist his desperation!

Fortunately, there was a gentle Anne at home, so Anne became Vardy's personal masseur, working hard to massage her butt. As for what happened during the massage process, no one knew.

In fact, after repeated tests over the past few days, Vardy felt that it was the most convenient to score goals with her butt, because once her butt was stuck out, there could be a charging distance, so that the shooting force would be greater...

As for the back and chest, let alone whether to score or not, it hurts first!

At the beginning of the home game, facing Crystal Palace, which is frequently relegated, Everton did not push the whole line. Anyway, the most anxious thing is Crystal Palace. As long as they maintain the defensive intensity and are ready to fight back at any time!

As Moyes expected, Crystal Palace was desperate for his life to relegation, and he dared to beat Everton at Goodison Park Stadium.

So in the third minute, Everton used a sharp counterattack to let Crystal Palace know what it means to be unable to provoke.

After Everton intercepted the ball, Vardy dribbled the ball all the way to the ribs, and Bidi was in line. Vardy took the opportunity to cross the ball, which was breathless counterattack that Everton was best at.

If Beatty hadn't felt that Valdy wouldn't pass the ball and did not react and hit the plane in a hurry, Everton would have had a fantastic start.

Looking at Beatty with an apology expression, Vardy really couldn't bear to blame a strong man over 185 in height. In fact, Vardy was afraid that he could not beat him.

The originally aggressive Crystal Palace suddenly turned from a tiger down the mountain to a kitten. How dare they continue to suppress Everton unless they really want to be downgraded.

So, Crystal Palace, which was head-on and tail-off, retreated and handed over control of the midfield to Everton, and the visiting team fought back.

Next became the performance time of Everton, a pseudo-strong team. Moyes waved his hand and Everton attacked.

Vardy is not very worried about the outcome of the game. The strength gap between the two teams is obvious. Even if Everton takes off his game, he will not be unable to escape unscathed.

So what he should consider most is how to score goals in other parts.

Vardy, who was full of various fancy goals, had already rushed into the small penalty area of ​​Crystal Palace before he knew it.

At this moment, Casley made a cross and saw the ball landing at his position. Valdy faced the ball and subconsciously poked it with a strange trick. The ball flew directly under the Crystal Palace goalkeeper into the goal.

At that moment, Goodison Park Stadium was boiling, and everyone's passion burst out, and cheers were earth-shaking.

The teammates rushed over to hug Vardy, and scored such a clean and neat goal, and directly booked the victory of the game.

But Vardy was still confused alone...

Did I score a goal?

Using your feet?

Why do I owe so much feet?

Why did you want to stretch your feet just now?

My mission!

Vardy was crying and she was crying. The task required that other positions score more goals than those of the feet and head. Now he scored goals with his feet, which means that he had to score two goals with other positions!

What a horror mission!

At this moment, Vardy really couldn't cry even if she wanted to!

While the teammates around him were smiling, Vardy's expression as if he was dead was completely out of place with the surroundings.

Although my teammates felt strange, they thought about it again, but they seemed to understand Vardy again.

Yes, even if you score a goal, what's the point of a team like Crystal Palace? You know, I, Valdi, can score a hat trick in the game against Chelsea.

Who can understand the sadness in Valdi's heart?

With a sad face, Vardy felt that he was the most miserable professional player in the world now, and was almost unhealthy when he was destroyed by the system every day.

"I scored a goal, laugh, don't look like I'm heartbroken!" Casley was puzzled by Valdy's sad expression and patted his shoulder and said casually.

Stop, what you said is easy. If you try it, you will be sure that you can't even cry.

But at this point, Vardy knew that even if he cried the Great Wall, the system would not feel pity for him.

Instead of doing this, it’s better to think about how to complete the task next!

It seems that I must use my ultimate kill!

Vardy's eyes became firm and once again showed a devouring light.

Even Ba Shen can score goals with his shoulders, but I can't?

But then I thought about it again, it may be dangerous to copy the goal of Ba Shen's shoulder.

Balotelli shot with his feet first, and after being swept up, he stabbed the ball in with his shoulder so easily.

But what if I shoot first, what should I do if I score directly?

It’s not that there is no such possibility, and the possibility is very high!

If I really scored a goal directly, I could almost kneel down!

When I think about it, Vardy feels that the system is a scorching trick. Goals in other parts are hard to come by, and they rely more on luck and timing. If you force it like yourself, you either backfire or have nothing...

Hey, it seems that Ba Shen also scored a classic goal. After passing the goalkeeper, he stopped the ball in front of the goal, turned around and sent the ball into the goal with his heel.

You can also follow your example. After throwing everyone away with one sword, stop the ball in front of the goal, and then use Bo Linggai or some other position to make a shot. Isn’t that true!

The key issue to pay attention to is to be fast, otherwise you will just put on your styling and kick the ball away...

Well, this is OK, fans may think they are a slut, but considering their funny behavior in the past, it is probably understandable.

However, the key to the problem is not yet here, but the attitude of the opponent Crystal Palace.

Now Crystal Palace is the backward side. Although it seems that it is eager to attack, but after all the struggles, it is still half-dead and Everton cannot fight back.

This is more troublesome.

There was no way, Vardy could only squat in the small penalty area, transformed into a point-catching striker, waiting for his teammates to feed the cake.

However, others use their heads and feet to eat cakes, but they can only choose to use their butts...

Teammates crossed, Vardy sticks out her butt, aims, arches—

This is Vardy's standard point grabbing mode.

However, as Cahill expected, others would never have thought that Vardy would use this method to shoot, and they all stretched their feet to block the kick.

Then, one foot kicked the ball, which was stuffed directly on Vardy's butt, while the other foot didn't touch the ball and directly hit Vardy's butt...

At this moment, Vardy's butt was hit hard continuously, and her **-like comfort almost made Vardy yell.

"Referee, they kicked my ass. Isn't this a penalty kick?" The sad Vardy held the last glimmer of hope and wanted to complain to the referee.

"Uh, you took the initiative to send your butt, I don't care!"
Chapter completed!