Chapter 42: I am Vardy

Although it was a League Cup game, and the opponent was still a low-level club like Sheffield Wednesday.

But Everton fans still filled the Goodison Park stadium, and the atmosphere was not inferior to the leagues.

Vardy consistently felt a pair of eyes on himself when he warmed up. Looking back, he found out that it was Alisha's boyfriend.

Seeing Vardy look at him, Ham lowered his head pretending to be busy, not daring to look again.

...

Walking in a line with his teammates, Vardy stood in the middle circle and took a deep breath.

This was the first opening match of his career, and even if it was only a League One game, it still has its significance.

So to Sheffield Wednesday, his favorite team, he can only say sorry!

Turning his head to look at the coach Wilson sitting on the sideline bench.

Vardy found that the guy was also staring at him, with a little angry expression; obviously, he hated him to his core.

This is so good, he hates him too!

The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a strange smile, and Vardy felt he was almost unable to control his excitement, as if he had taken some stimulant.

'Come on, I will use my best performance to make you lose your reputation!'

...

As the referee whistled, Vardy gave the ball to Campbell, and he began to charge towards Sheffield Wednesday's half.

As Campbell returned to the midfield, Vardy crossed the Sheffield Wednesday's hinterland and rushed straight towards the penalty area.

His frightening speed once again showed itself at Goodison Park Stadium.

The fans were boiling, unable to hold themselves.

They shouted Vardy's name loudly, and as the voices gathered together, which gave additional momentum to Vardy.

It seems that Vardy's speed was increasing again.

"Stop him, don't let him get the ball, foul!" Seeing this scene, Wilson suddenly jumped from his bench and yelled at the players on the court.

A midfield teammate will give a long pass into Sheffield Wednesday's backcourt, which is clearly a normal opening sneak attack tactic.

In fact, this is not a sneak attack.

Many teams have this style of play.

They start with a big cross or pass and the striker will take it for the goal. Although the chance of success is not high, but they did it anyway; after all, they have a perverted striker like Vardy.

The ball had started to fall, and its landing point was good.

Vardy has to lean on a defensive player from Sheffield Wednesday and stop the ball firmly at his feet.

Ham also got the opportunity to start today.

As the central defender, he knew that he was destined to meet Vardy in this game, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Seeing that his teammates were entangled with Vardy, Ham forced himself, trying to steal the ball from Vardy's feet.

But because of his impulse, he directly led to what happened later.

Vardy picked up the ball and flew directly through the empty space between the two.

The ball drew a beautiful arch into the penalty area and faced the goalkeeper.

Vardy's light and elegant movement made Sheffield Wednesday's two central defenders dumbfounded, as they even forgot to go back to defend and stared at Vardy's back in a daze.

In the howling of Everton fans, Vardy didn't hesitate at all and shot the ball into Sheffield Wednesday's goal lightly.

9.8 seconds!

Vardy broke Sheffield Wednesday's goal in less than 10 seconds.

Everton fans went crazy; this exciting goal makes them unable to calm down; it seems that only a loud cry can let their excitement vent.

In the terrified eyes of Sheffield Wednesday's players, Vardy stood in place, without any movement, and even his expression did not change.

The teammates rushed over to hug Vardy to celebrate his goal but were blocked by Vardy's hand.

He will not celebrate.

This is his beloved team.

Even if he scores himself, I am afraid his heart will be sadder than those players who played for Sheffield Wednesday.

How sad!

Teammates didn't come to disturb Vardy after that; even the cheers of Everton fans were much lower.

Looking at this somewhat lonely young man, everyone felt a bit sad for no reason.

Although his experience is very inspirational, how many are the sorrows that ordinary people have not experienced?

Life is almost like this; no one can always be happy, and no one can always smile brightly.

Under everyone's attention, Vardy walked silently to the sidelines, before the visiting team's bench, facing Wilson.

Everyone thought that Vardy would take action on Wilson. After all, there is an unsolvable contradiction between the two.

Unexpectedly, Vardy just turned around quietly, his back to Wilson, raised his right hand, crossing his neck, clasping four fingers, and pointed his index finger at the name behind his jersey.

I am Vardy!

The Vardy who was swept away by you, abused by you, and treated like garbage by you!

Now, I stand in front of you!

Open your eyes wide and take a look!

Who is the real garbage?!!

The audience at Goodison Park cooperated with Vardy, shouting his name, and their voice were neat and deafening.

Wilson's face was so ugly that he wanted to punch Vardy, but he told himself to be reasonable!

This was naked humiliation!

Changed to usual times, some team members would come forward to help him, no matter how bad he was to Vardy, but now, no teammate forward at all.

Wilson desperately rushed directly to the fourth official.

"This shit is humiliating me, quickly give him a red card and punish him, or I will complain to the FA!" Perhaps losing his sense, Wilson seems to be blaming his failure on the fourth official.

"We don't think there is anything wrong with his actions. I don't mind you complaining after the game. But now please pay attention to your attitude, otherwise, you may be driven off the court!" The fourth official said nothing.

His expression made Wilson want to spit out blood.

The fans at the scene did not have any sense of pity for Wilson, as there were boos everywhere; as if to explode his head.

"Very good, you waiting for me!" Wilson's eyes flashed a glimpse of cruelness.