Teammates passed the ball more to Vardy, and Vardy also received the ball outside the penalty area and rushed into the penalty area.

The ability to get rid of a small range was fully demonstrated by Vardy. The two of them doubled the team and it was basically impossible to grab the ball under his feet. Fortunately, there was a large crowd in the penalty area, so Vardy could not break through until death, so Bolton's goal was not threatened.

Vardy's purpose is not to break through and shoot, but to have a penalty kick, so his movements seem to be deliberately attracting the opponent to foul.

In the 68th minute of the second half, Vardy dribbled the ball at the front of the penalty area, and after dodging a defensive player, he suddenly made a shot, making Bolton's defensive player feel as if he was facing a big enemy.

The player from the side rushed over and slipped the tackle, holding the last glimmer of hope to block Valdi's shot.

But Vardy's shooting suddenly stopped, turning into a completely fake move, and began to drive the ball forward again, and the forward movement tripped the opponent's legs, so accurate that it was not bad at all.

Vardy fell in Bolton's penalty area, and the ball was cleared by the defensive player's big feet.

The referee had not blew the whistle, but the game had almost stopped. Several Everton players excitedly signaled that it was a penalty kick, while Bolton players were anxiously defending.

Since the game has been held, Everton has led two goals, but in fact he has won almost 10% of his victory. In the eyes of many people, it doesn’t matter whether the penalty is judged or not.

But judging from the appearance of Everton players, it seems like they have to fight to the death without giving a penalty kick. This is really strange.

The referee hesitated for a moment, but he still pointed his finger at the penalty and gave Everton a penalty.

In fact, he saw clearly that Vardy was intentionally contributing a penalty kick, but Bolton's player was fooled, so there was nothing he could do.

Several animals were smiling and celebrating each other. The villain's success made Bolton's defensive players feel so angry that they are itchy.

Everton was surprised when it came to the penalty shooter arrangements. He was not the midfield core Cahill, nor the main center Ferguson, but the defensive midfielder Graveson.

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 can score free throws.

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 to Cahill directly, otherwise it would be too deliberate!

"Why do you want to punish me for the penalty kick I made? Let me dodge it, I'll do it!" Vardy rushed over and wanted to take the ball away.

Casley also came to join in the fun: "It's my turn to give a penalty!"

"Don't force me to do it, whoever grabs me and I will be anxious!" Ottoman waited for Niu's eyes and joined the battle group.

Cahill looked at this scene with a lonely look. If it were before, he would definitely join in and make a fuss with him. But now, everyone doesn’t like him, so why bother to make things boring for himself!

Graveson hugged the football tightly and refused to let go, his expression was extremely terrifying, "Don't force me to fight my life, okay?"

Seeing that the four people were about to stage a live-action battle, the fans in the stands were stunned. Even if they were slow, they knew that the team seemed to have an internal strife due to this penalty, and they were worried for a while.

"If I remember correctly, Everton's penalty kicks seemed to be punished by Norwegian pirate Gravesen. I don't know what happened today. Everyone is going to rush to punish them. Is the relationship between them really not as good as we imagined?"

The TV broadcast commentator was also full of suspicion.

Just as the court was arguing, Moyes came to the sidelines and put his hand at his mouth to make a trumpet, shouting to the court: "Let Tim come and punish him!"

The four people who were not convinced and almost duel just now separated reluctantly, and while walking, they muttered: "Tsk, I'm so biased. I don't want to punish me!"

Cahill was a little stunned. He never thought that Moyes would let him punish him. Looking at the four people walking away, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

Well, since it is the coach's order, it's better to abide by it, it's just a penalty kick.

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

Cahill stood in front of the ball, staring at Bolton's goalkeeper, but his mind had long been floating where he had been.

Today was a dark day for him, as if everyone had abandoned themselves and left themselves in this lonely world.

Although Cahill does not have the outgoing personality of an optimist and a little restrained personality, such people are often more delicate and sensitive in their hearts, and cherish what they have more.

The friends rejected themselves without warning and left themselves. For him, it was like a sudden haze in the sky, blocking the sun and his spiritual hope.

Is it my fault?

Cahill roared in a low voice, as if violent.

With a strong shot, the ball seemed to be squeezed and broken at any time under heavy pressure.

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

Duang!

A loud bang appeared at Goodison Park Stadium!

The ball hit the crossbar hard and bounced back into the field. It was cleared by the fast-eyed Bolton defensive player, and at this time, the goal post was still trembling and buzzing.

Neatly lamented in the stands, with endless regrets in the lament.

But what followed was neat applause, which was encouragement. The team was already leading two goals and could not do anything well. Even if they didn't score a penalty kick, it would be harmless.

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

It seemed that all the negative emotions in his heart were vented, but he felt empty. The penalty kick was not scored, and the infinite sense of self-blame surged into his heart, making him feel very bad.

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

Several bad friends were shocked when they saw Cahill's indulgence in life. They knew that they might have taken off a bit.

I didn't expect that Cahill was such a sensitive guy in his heart. He was just like a little girl. I really doubt how he became a professional player.

But now that things have come to this point, giving up halfway will not only make their preparations in vain, but may also have negative effects. Several people regret it a little.

"Okay, it seems that we must work harder to create a penalty kick next time, otherwise this guy Cahill will definitely be ruined!"

Vardy gritted her teeth in her heart, and her eyes sharpened toward her opponent.
Chapter completed!