As Vardy's violent shot appeared, the whole stadium became a mess.
Sheffield Wednesday's goalkeeper's sight was blocked by the crowd in the penalty area.
So at first, he did not find the rushing ball; even when the ball appeared in the line of his sight, he was no longer able to react.
It was too late.
After shaking his head and making an imaginary save with his eyes, the goalkeeper knew that he could only go to the goal to pick up the ball.
Boom!!!
Numerous screams broke out at Goodison Park stadium as if they were collaborating with Vardy's heavy artillery bombardment.
They simulated the loud noise that occurred after the ball burst into the goal.
Sheffield Wednesday's players looked at Vardy; their eyes were full of fear, as if this young man had pushed them down the abyss.
Everton's players instinctively wanted to rush to Vardy to celebrate but stopped steadily, as Vardy waved his hands, reminding them.
In the mountain of cheers from the Goodison Park Stadium, Vardy walked to the visiting team's bench, again, turned around, and put his finger on the engraved name on the back of his jersey.
I am Vardy!
I was kicked out of you from Sheffield Wednesday.
Excuse me, does your face hurt?
Wilson was furious.
He wanted to rush up and turn Vardy to the ground, punching him to death, but the consequence of doing that; he may not be able to walk out of the Goodison Park stadium alive.
His eyes are filled with endless anger and resentment.
If his eyes could kill, I am afraid that Vardy would have been dead many times.
Vardy turned around and looked at Wilson full of ridicule.
At this moment, his mood seemed to have suddenly improved.
The guy in front of him seemed to be no longer worth tangling himself to.
He is just like an ant in his life; which can be trampled to death with one foot.
At this time, the first half of the game was only halfway through, but Sheffield Wednesday had already been defeated, and the game had completely lost its suspense.
Moyes felt that he still underestimated Vardy's ability, and at the same time, he was also thinking about if he could allow Vardy to start in the weekend game?
Vardy returned to his own half, he has not vented himself enough, two goals are not enough, he needs to make it more exciting.
But unexpectedly, the substitution sign was raised on the sidelines.
Vardy looked around in fans' exclamation, and suddenly found that Moyes was actually replacing himself!
Vardy was a little unhappy.
The game was only halfway through the first half, and he scored two goals, is this performance still didn't satisfy you?
According to the certitude, unless this player's performance is like a disaster, coaches will not replace him in the first half; otherwise, it will be the denial of his own tactics!
Despite doubts, Vardy still had to obey the command and slowly walked off the court.
The Everton fans in the stands did not understand Moyes' approach but still gave Vardy the warmest applause and cheers.
This young man who just joined the team on loan has become the new darling of Goodison Park Stadium.
Teammates also came one by one to give high fives to Vardy; his performance has completely conquered everyone on the team.
Approaching the sideline, he hugged Chadwick before stepping out of the sideline.
Looking at Moyes, who was approaching him, Vardy's face was not good. After all, who would be willing to be replaced at this time!
"Good job, Jamie, take a good rest, I need you on the weekend!"
Moyes didn't care about Vardy's expression at all.
He hugged Vardy and said softly in his ear.
This sentence resurrected Vardy with full HP!
The meaning of Moyes was obvious, as it was somewhat of an overkill for Vardy to continue to play at this level of competition.
Now that he was replaced; he can rest, and can be able to play on the weekend.
Since Moyes said so, it is very likely that Vardy will start, even if he can't start, but the playing time will definitely be more than the first two games!
How can this make Vardy unhappy and not excited?
Grinningly returned to the bench. Vardy and several other main players sitting on the bench high-fived each other, and he finally sat next to Carsley.
"Jamie, you have to become the number one shooter on the team!" Carsley said to Vardy, a little enviously.
Vardy was stunned, but when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed the case.
The team mainly plays with defensive and counterattack tactics; the number of goals will certainly not be high, and the main striker Ferguson, is not good at scoring, and the other forward was equally unbearable.
Before the team's highest scorer was midfielder Cahill, Carsley also scored some goals, but as Vardy scored four goals in three games, Vardy directly became the team's top scorer.
"What's the use of the team's top scorer, wait until when I become the Premier League's top scorer!" Vardy said with a disdainful expression, as if this day was not far away.
Then he was greeted by Carsley's expression, which seems to say he was looking like an idiot.
"Henry, Fanny, Shearer, Saha, and Rooney, who is only one year older than you... With so many super shooters, do you still want to be the Premier League's top scorer?"
Vardy smiled faintly, "Don't you have any dreams?"
Carsley looked at Vardy's confident expression and became silent.
That's right, isn't he allowed to dream?
'What was your dream?'
The time was so long, that it seems that he has forgotten, but it was nothing more than becoming a superstar or something.
With the development of his career, it seems that all of his dreams have become a dull reality, step by step to complete their tasks, with a busy living style, tossing his life between being drunk and being sober.
Thinking of his past, Carsley was a little surprised.
At this moment, he felt that perhaps the young man in front of him - Vardy, might really have a chance to realize his dream!
"You can!" Carsley murmured, so low that Vardy didn't hear it.
At this time, Everton had already achieved a one-sided advantage. Although they did not score again in the first half, they did score two goals in the second half, eventually winning 4:0; against Sheffield Wednesday.
Vardy looked at Wilson's dead expression, and he didn't know how happy he was.
He thought it would be a great feud!
And he will torment those who have tortured him.
Who knows, the enemy which came in front of him would be so boring...