Chapter 373: The Last Bayonet

Fan Zhiyi said, "Isn't it obvious... the best forward of the Portuguese league, Quaresma, the best newcomer and Silver Boot winner Ronaldo, the best center-back Barzagli, the best player Deng Kai... Aren't the ones scoring, assisting, and posing the biggest threats mainly these few people?"

Pfft!

Sun Jihai burst out laughing beside him.

You can't deny it, there's some truth to that.

But that's a hooligan's theory because, if we were to be serious about it, how would you count Viana and Drogba then?

On TV, the commentator was still excitedly celebrating.

The players of Sporting Lisbon were celebrating excitedly on the pitch, as happy as if they had already won the championship.

Meanwhile, the Liverpool players were all standing with hands on hips, sighing.

It was bizarre.

This match was just too bizarre.

Could this be fate?

Gerard shook his head, dismissing those random thoughts.

Liverpool was completely bewildered, and even the coaching staff hadn't recovered.