"Where does it hurt?!"

"Damn it! Phillips, what ball did you pass?!"

"I'm sorry! I rushed too fast and couldn't stand firm."

None of the players celebrated, but gathered around Chen Mo. Ashley Cole, who was unruly and arrogant, angrily questioned Phillips. Facing the team boss, Phillips just shrank his neck and apologized all over his face.

Glaring angrily at Phillips, Ashley Cole turned around and started to trouble Lampard.

At this time, Chen Mo, covering his nose and lying on the ground, waved his hands: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with them, I just bumped my nose."

"Let me see, close your mouth and breathe in through your nose. Do you feel your breathing is still smooth?"

"Huh - it doesn't have any impact."

Bergkamp squatted on the ground and took away Chen Mo's hand that was protecting his nose. The next second, after seeing clearly that the bridge of the nose was not deformed, Bergkamp, ​​Vieira Henry and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the big brothers all had serious expressions, even though their noses were still a little open and painful, Chen Mo still smiled and said: "It's okay, I don't use my nose to play football, why are you so nervous, haha."

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"Thank you for being able to laugh."

Vieira rolled his eyes, but he was really relieved in his heart. As a football player, it is common to have his nose hit and his chin to be stitched. As long as it is not serious enough to deform, it will not have much impact. At most, he can just wear a mask and play the next game.

He can still play, but of course he still has to get off the field and receive treatment.

The referee soon arrived at the scene, observed the situation and called the team doctor to come on.

"Boss, I can still kick! It doesn't hurt at all!"

Seeing the referee's gesture, Chen Mo became anxious. Henry, who had always been gentle this time, was also angry. He put his hands on his hips and glared: "You don't feel pain now because the blood congestion has compressed the nerves! It's not without problems! Go, go down and get treatment! The next game

We got it!"

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Henry's glare was still quite scary, especially with Bergkamp's cold gaze beside him. Chen Mo didn't dare to do it again and obediently got on the stretcher.

"Oh! Chen Mo is on a stretcher! But judging from the expression on his face and the performance of other Arsenal players, the problem shouldn't be too big."

"Indeed, the place where the team doctor sprayed the medicine was on the face, probably the bridge of the nose. Injury at this location is not a big problem for football players. If it is a minor injury, just wear a fixed mask. Look at the reaction of the fans at the scene.

More than 60,000 Arsenal fans stood up and applauded Chen Mo! This kind of treatment is not available to everyone."

“Great little guy!”

"You have the soul of a gunner!"

"We're waiting for you to come back! God, boy!"

The applause and cheers of more than 60,000 Arsenal fans in the audience enveloped the whole body. Feeling the enthusiasm and care of the fans, Chen Mo, who was lying on the stretcher, put his right hand on his forehead and a smile on his lips, but soon, what was in front of him

The sun is blocked by a serious old face.

"Mr. Winger"

"snort!"
Chapter completed!