Smalling should be thankful that he was a step slow to clear the ball, because if he had bravely gone for it, it would have been his head instead of the football that got kicked.

Which is more important, a draw that couldn't reverse the situation, or a concussion that left him unconscious?

The choice wasn't difficult for Smalling.

He was now experiencing lingering fear—if he had been the one kicked by Chen Hero... what would have been the result? Would he have died?

He forgot to raise his hand to signal to the referee that Chen Hero had pushed someone just now. He didn't even notice that he hadn't actually fallen to the ground.

Chen Hero was worried that Smalling would fall to the ground, causing his goal to be ruled invalid, so he didn't really push Smalling directly to the ground. His hands weren't tightly grabbing Smalling's jersey and shoulders. When he shot, he was actually pulling Smalling all the time, so that Smalling didn't lose his balance and fall.

Since he didn't fall to the ground, it meant he didn't push Smalling.

Few people would have thought that Chen Hero was actually pulling Smalling. After all, having to free a hand to pull a big man who is one meter ninety-four tall and weighs eighty kilograms while shooting is not an easy task. It takes a lot of strength to keep Smalling "suspended" in mid-air without any external force!

Chen Hero was fighting against the entire gravity of the earth with his hands!

And he won.

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After scoring, Chen Hero exerted force with both arms, his muscles bulged, and in an instant, he exploded with tremendous power, pulling up Smalling, who had nothing to rely on and whose body seemed heavier than usual because he couldn't exert any strength!

After helping him up, Chen Hero let go of his shoulders and turned to run towards Sanchez, who had passed him the ball.

The huge uproar that erupted at the scene included the cheers of Liverpool fans and the various noises of Manchester United fans.

Countless sounds intertwined and exploded above Chen Hero's head, making his scalp tingle and goosebumps all over his body. A wonderful feeling that was hard to describe quickly spread throughout his body... If he had to describe it, it might be similar to the feeling of orgasm during sex...

With this goal, the league title almost belonged to Liverpool!

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Smalling was pulled up by Chen Hero, and then he realized—should he have fallen to the ground just now? But why didn't he fall?

That's right, why didn't he fall?

If he had fallen, he could have complained to the referee that Chen Hero had pushed someone while shooting, and even the most beautiful goal could have been disallowed!

But why didn't he fall?

I'm not like Chen Hero, that stinky and stubborn rock, insisting on not faking a fall or anything...

Smalling couldn't figure it out.

But he didn't think about it for too long, because he was quickly overwhelmed by the great pain of conceding a goal.

His Manchester United teammates around him all held their heads in their hands or covered their faces, looking very annoyed and frustrated. Some people couldn't accept such a reality—they were killed at the last minute of the game!

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Chen Hero ran towards Sanchez, but instead of hugging him, he straightened his chest and slammed directly into Sanchez.

The poor Chilean, who had originally jumped up to celebrate the goal by bumping chests with Chen Hero, was directly knocked backwards out of the air by Chen Hero. Before he could recover, Chen Hero pressed down on him from the air with the force of Mount Tai!

He only felt a darkness in front of his eyes...

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"Hero! Hero!! He killed Manchester United!"

"In the ninety-second and a half minute, Chen Hero scored his third goal of the game! It's just too perfect to kill Manchester United with a hat trick!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah—! It's incredible! It's unbelievable! At this moment, in front of this scene, any language is pale and weak! Look at the boiling Old Trafford stadium! Look at the Liverpool players and coaches who rushed from the bench and coaching area to the corner flag... This is the carnival of the victors!"

Although the game wasn't over yet, everyone had already determined that Liverpool would win the game.

A kill in the ninety-second minute, if Manchester United still had the ability to tie the score, then they could have the championship.

Similarly, Liverpool was able to complete the kill in the ninety-second minute of the game, so the championship really should be theirs!

Yes, this championship should be theirs, and no one can take it away!

"This is really a classic game! The third decade of the Premier League has just begun, but I can say that this game will definitely be the best game of the third decade of the Premier League! The first goal came in less than two minutes after the start, and then Manchester United chased two goals in a row. In the second half, Liverpool tied the score and then fell behind, fell behind and then tied the score again, until the last moment, they achieved the victory! Hero's goal laid the foundation for the victory, allowing Liverpool to almost win the league title in advance! Such a crazy game, such a thrilling victory... How can you not love such a Premier League?!"

"Hero's goal reminds me of Michael Jordan! His most skilled mid-air change of hands to score a goal is so similar to this one! Hero switched the football from his left foot to his right foot! Then he completed a beautiful volley! Unparalleled, perfect! You don't even know how he kicked such a goal!!"

"The facts have once again proved that as long as there is Hero, Liverpool will be invincible! Ferguson tried his best at Old Trafford to stop Liverpool, but he met a god of death! Hat trick, Hero completed his fifth hat trick in the league this season! He has already tied the record of five hat tricks in a single season created by Liverpool's legendary shooter Roger Hunt! This is really terrible! Any record seems to not exist in front of him! Breaking records is just commonplace for him!"

The commentators threw all the praise they could think of at Chen Hero at this time.

Only in this way can they express the excitement in their hearts.

But among all the people, one was the most excited.

Old Hartson held his head in his hands and kept roaring hysterically. He hadn't stopped since Chen Hero scored the goal: "Kill—! This is a kill! In the ninety-second minute, Hero killed Manchester United!! Hero—Hero! Hero!!! Yes, yes, it's Hero! I didn't see it wrong, it's Hero's kill!! We are now leading Manchester United 4:3, and there are less than two minutes left before the end of the game! We are destined to win! The Premier League title this season is ours, it's ours!!!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he was still roaring non-stop.

"Twenty-two years, twenty-one seasons, Liverpool is about to win the Premier League title for the first time! The revival of our Red Army is finally coming!! Although there are still two rounds left before the end of the league, I dare to say now, I can say—we are the champions! Cheer, we are the champions! We are the Premier League champions! Premier League champions, Premier League champions... I fucking love you so much... We love you so much, why do you always want to avoid us?"

In the end, the old man even burst out with swear words, but no one would call to complain about him, because at this moment, everyone who could hear his voice was in the same mood as him.

Premier League title, all Liverpool fans love her to death. In order to pursue her, they used all means, racked their brains, didn't think about eating or drinking, and couldn't sleep at night. Twenty-two years can turn a newborn baby into an adult, can turn a ignorant teenager into a father, can let an old man who is dying finish the last part of his life...

Twenty-two years, the human world has moved from one century to another, the European Union was established, the World Trade Organization was established, the Euro appeared on the historical stage, the Iraq War broke out, the United States was bombed on its own soil, the instigator bin Laden died, the financial storm swept the world, General Motors went bankrupt, a black man became the President of the United States, and the legendary end of the world has been experienced, and the earth is safe and sound... Even the Chinese men's football team broke into the World Cup! But Liverpool has never been able to lift the championship trophy of this event.

Liverpool's obsession with the championship of this event has accumulated over time, deeply rooted, and has been deeply buried in the depths of their hearts.

When Chen Hero kicked the football into Manchester United's goal, a stream of hot blood was surging deep in the hearts of all Liverpool fans, and then gushing out.

Following Old Hartson's hoarse roar, every Liverpool fan was waving their arms and shouting: "We are fucking champions!"

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Liverpool players piled up on top of each other, one after another, crazily celebrating the goal.

Martin O'Neill didn't do this. He wasn't a Liverpool person, and he had never played for Liverpool. Before coaching Liverpool, he didn't walk with Liverpool supporters. When he played for Nottingham Forest, he often played the role of Liverpool's enemy.

But at this time, he was still very excited, because he knew that his name would forever remain in the history of Liverpool, and in a very prominent position!

He led this team to complete the great achievement that none of his predecessors had been able to complete in twenty-two years!

Souness, Roy Evans, Gerard Houllier, Phil Thompson, Benitez, Hodgson, Dalglish... These people may have led the team to win the Champions League, or brought back five championship trophies for Liverpool in a season, but none of them were able to fulfill the wishes of Liverpool fans.

The league title, which had troubled Liverpool fans for twenty-two years and prevented them from raising their eyebrows in front of Manchester United fans, was broken by him!

In his heart, a sense of pride suddenly arose—the future of English football should be the world of me, Martin O'Neill!

He raised his arms and shouted.