Two team doctors ran onto the field. Not only Ferguson was stunned, but Wenger was also stunned and frowned.
"what's the situation?"
Wenger looked puzzled. From his perspective, it was Ruud van Nistelrooy who ran out of the penalty area and hit Chen Mo. Why is Manchester United's team doctor now involved?
"This is... Oh! Damn it, isn't there any other angle for the slow-motion replay? We can only see Fannie's elbow hitting the corner of Chen Mo's eyebrows."
"Perhaps he fell when he landed? It doesn't look like you saw Fanny already looking very painful when he was in the air."
Not only Wenger was puzzled, but the two people in the commentary box were also a little confused. They thought Ruud van Nistelrooy was given a red card for the goal just now, but the referee did not give the card and gave Manchester United a free kick. They thought it was over. Black whistle, when the commentator saw it too much, unexpectedly the plot took another turn, and Ruud van Nistelrooy was also injured!
Both commentators and coaches were confused, and so was the other person involved.
"Does he want me to add a card to Chen Mo?"
Seeing Ruud van Nistelrooy covering his ribs and rolling on the ground, referee Mike Dean looked troubled. He did come with a mission from the Football Association, but all he wanted to do was favor Manchester United and call for offside. Two points. Try to award one goal to Manchester United instead of Moreno's naked black whistle without any cover in the World Cup in Japan and South Korea.
He glanced at McDean, who had a tangled look on his face, and then moved his gaze to Chen Mo, who was lying on the ground and covering his eyebrows that were bleeding. Fabregas on the side looked struggling. He had been behind Chen Mo just now, and Chen Mo was elbowing him. He could see the movements clearly!
"Do you want to expose it?!"
With his childhood memories on one side and the club on the other, Fabregas opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging. After a while, he finally sighed and shook his head without saying a word. He just watched as the stretcher carried Van Nistelrooy away, and Chen Mo was also among his teammates. He went down to the sideline with the help of the team doctor.
"Are you okay?!"
The first time Chen Mo came to the sidelines, Wenger immediately held Chen Mo's handsome face and turned to look at the team doctor. The chubby team doctor showed a smile and helped Chen Mo clean the wound. He turned his head and said: "I'm lucky, there is no problem with the bones." , but there may be a concussion, so it is recommended to accept it first.”
"No, boss, Mr. Berkeley, I want to finish this game."
When he heard that he was going to die, Chen Mo immediately raised his head and looked at the corner of his right eyebrow that was still bleeding and his stubborn eyes. Wenger was silent for a moment and asked, "Can the bleeding be stopped now?"
"The wound is open and requires stitches."
"Sew right here!"
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Chen Mo frowned and his eyes were determined. Berkeley had a strange look on his face and shrugged: "It's useless to sew here. You won't be able to play even if you're anesthetized."
"Then no anesthesia!"
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Hearing this, Wenger and the Berkeley team doctor were stunned at the same time. Berkeley had disbelief written all over his face: "Are you sure?"
"bring it on!"
As he spoke, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, and this scene was captured by the camera.
"Hey! Chen Mo seems to have had a conflict with Mr. Wenger?! He sat on the ground and couldn't get up!"
"I don't want to be substituted. No one wants to be substituted in such a crucial game, but at this time, you should still listen to the coach. Hey, wait! What's going on?! Why did the team doctor bring the medical kit over there!"
The voice of the commentator attracted the attention of all the fans. Even the players of the two teams who were preparing to line up the wall and take the free kick also turned their attention to the sidelines. The next second, Chen Mo's face was caught by the camera at Lao Terra. Ford's stadium on the big screen.
Under the horrified gaze of nearly 80,000 spectators, the team doctor took out the needle and thread from the medical box. Without anesthesia, he wiped the sweat from Chen Mo's forehead with a towel, and then directly penetrated the skin of Chen Mo's eyebrow with the needle and thread, and Chen Mo even His eyelids didn't even hit, he just stared at the court with a pair of sharp eyes!
"Walter?! What is he doing?!!"
"Stitches?! Oh my god! Didn't he get anesthesia?!"
"horrible!!!"
"My kid is crazy!"
The sharp silver needle penetrated the skin, jumped over the bloody wound like a rift valley, penetrated into the flesh, and then picked back to tighten the split flesh. The Old Trafford fans on the sidelines felt goosebumps all over their bodies. Risk.
"This little guy. Oh, it's crazy!"
In the wall of people, Henry turned his head and looked at the big screen, grinning unconsciously. Ashley Cole beside him also trembled, but in the next second, the passionate and heavy drum beat shattered the rain curtain, and waves of sound came from all directions. The stadium stands wrap everyone up.
Started out the season - nothing stopped us,
(The season has begun and we are unstoppable
We were on the march with Arsenal's army,
We follow in Wenger's footsteps
Everything was going Thierry Thierry Thierry!
Henry Henry Henry handles everything
Walking in a Bergkamp Wonderland,
Like Bergkamp strolling around
When Chen·Mo was our Ray of light,
Chen Mo is our most dazzling light!
Gunner see the Arsenal playing some Hot Stuff!
Gunners make Arsenal favorites to win title
Let's see the Arsenal showing them how!
Let Arsenal give them a kick!
Come on you Arsenal - yeah you are the Hot Stuff,
Come on Arsenal - you are the team of champions! ! !
Come on you Chen - You will be a hero for Arsenal!
Come on Chen - you will be Arsenal's hero! ! ! )
The rain is pouring and the thunder is rolling!
More than 20,000 Arsenal fans looked at the 17-year-old young man in a yellow jersey who was getting stitches on the big screen. They were side by side. Then, the team song "Hot Stuff", which was newly adapted by the fans this year, was like a huge wave. Generally, the red sea from the Old Trafford stands is shot to the entire stadium!
The rain curtain is broken!
The waves come one after another!
Everyone was stunned. Even though it was called the devil's home court, no one from the Manchester United fans bothered this moment. On the court, Henry and Bergkamp looked at each other. Both sides saw the growing look in the other's eyes. With surging fighting spirit, Ronaldo, who was about to take a penalty kick, looked up at the Arsenal stands in disbelief!
This scene was also transmitted to thousands of households by television signals!
Far away in London, Yuechi Xuan was sitting on the sofa peeling an apple and sniffed. Unconsciously, he clenched his hands tightly. The handle of the knife in his right hand made a creaking sound, while his left hand directly crushed the whole apple into powder!
And further afield, in the United States, at Harvard University.
"Why are you so cruel to yourself!"
Looking at Chen Mo with stitches on the screen, Keli in front of the computer was already in tears. After watching for a while, she suddenly opened the drawer like crazy and took out her mobile phone, selected the word Chen Mo in the address book, and crackled. Typing, but in the end, her finger stayed on the send key and could not press it.
After a while, the sound of a cell phone being slammed into a drawer filled the air, but Keli didn't realize that all this was being seen by her roommate behind her.
"What a dishonest girl."
What happened in the small dormitory, people outside did not know, Barcelona.
"Harvey, did you defeat this monster?"
Looking at the TV screen, Eto'o tilted his head in confusion, his eyes full of shock. Xavi said nothing, but his eyes drooped slightly. Behind him, Rijkaard, who was leaning on the sofa, rubbed Messi's hair.
"In a few months, we and they may meet in the Champions League. Are you ready?"
"kindness!"
(End of chapter)
