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Chapter 140 The Years of the Premier League: A Song of Passionate Fighting

On May 2008, 5, London, the capital of England, was sunny and the sun was about to set, casting a beautiful sunset glow on the horizon.

There are still two hours before the game, and the vicinity of Stamford Bridge is already full of fans, with big team flags and waving banners, and men from West London are in groups, arms folded, singing team songs loudly, waiting admission.

Today is the most important moment since the establishment of the Chelsea club. Chelsea will face the challenge of Liverpool at Stamford Bridge. The soldiers of the Blue Army must win by more than two goals before they can get the tickets to enter Moscow! ! !

If they can reach the final, Chelsea players will make history. This is also the first time that the Blues have appeared on the stage of the final of the European Champions Cup, and have the first chance to touch the Big Ear Cup...

The West London Police Department has mobilized almost all police forces to maintain law and order. You know, the reputation of Liverpool fans has never been very good.

"About nearly 5 Red Army fans flocked to London, but Stamford Bridge provided less than 8000 tickets for visiting fans, which also means that the vast majority of Liverpool fans will be in the square outside the stadium. , bars, or even hotels, motels, to cheer on their teams." Newton, a reporter from Sky Sports, was reporting live to fans all over England with almost a roaring voice. Behind him, from time to time there were Liverpool fans made victory gestures to the TV screen. Of course, there were a few guys who compared their middle fingers straight.

"Hello, Police Officer Wellington, can you tell me about the situation at the scene?" Newton pointed the microphone at a fat police officer beside him.

Uh... Wellington? ! !I have to say that the name of this guy from West London Police Station is really tough enough.

"Today's game, in addition to the nearly 5 fans at Stamford Bridge, there are also about 10 fans gathered near the stadium. However, our West London Police Station has made all preparations to deal with all possible emergencies— —”

"Liverpool!!! Liverpool!!! 5:0!!!--"

At this time, a fan wearing a red Liverpool jersey made a provocative gesture towards the Blues fans who were separated by police batons and a human wall, and shouted...

The pure men of Chelsea were immediately irritated, the blue wave roared and rushed towards the Red Army's camp, the TV camera of Sky Sports.A true record of such a scene——
The crowd of police and volunteers has been blown out of shape. At this moment, several police officers rushed forward, set up the provocative fan, stuffed them into a police car, stepped on the gas pedal, walk away...

"Okay, Officer Wellington and his officers just now told us with practical actions how safe Stamford Bridge is now..." Newton took over the microphone.

Uh... I have to say, really, it's safe enough...

At this time, the camera was aimed at the entrance of Stamford Bridge, and a large banner was hung on it——
On May 2008, 5, Stamford Bridge, within a 1-mile radius, the sale of all alcoholic beverages is strictly prohibited. I hope that all fans and friends will pay attention. Close to any course! ! !
Uh... 'No access to any pitches for the next year? '--I have to say, this is simply not as good as killing England fans...

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The visiting dressing room at Stamford Bridge.

All the Liverpool players were sitting there quietly. The Liverpool head coach was on the tactical board, giving his disciples a final explanation before the game. The Spaniard is a master tactician. For this, even the red People who hate Anfield and this head coach have to admire Benitez's profound tactical attainments.

After explaining the tactics, Benitez picked up the small book in his hand and read it roughly. The densely packed book was filled with all the arrangements and analysis of the game. After confirming that there was nothing missing, Benitez will The notebook was thrown to the assistant coach.

Looking at his disciples, Benitez suddenly felt his heart beat faster, "In 2005, we worked hard, we fought hard, we did it, we succeeded, we staged the biggest miracle in Istanbul?!"

"Shit!!"

"Remember!! That's not a miracle, we are that kind of strength, we are the strength of champions!! Which shit dares to say miracles in front of you? You give me a hard kick at his Feet!!! You are champions!!!”

No one, talk, when Benitez is talking, the Liverpool dressing room has always been like this, this is the rule of the Spaniard.

"So, now. What we did in 2005, today, I think you can do the same!!! You——" Benitez looked at his players suddenly, "What do you think? !!!”

"We can, we can still do it!!!" Captain Gerrard shouted loudly.

"We can do it!!!" This is the voice of the Liverpool team! !

"Then, beat the Cockney for me!!!" Benitez almost shouted.

"Defeat the Cockneys!!!"

"Defeat the Cockneys!!"

In the dressing room of the visiting team at Stamford Bridge, men's roars sounded.

(PS: Liverpool people have a history of loathing Londoners. Although London is the capital of England, Liverpool, as an important city in England, has also played a vital role in the historical development of England. Up to now, Liverpool people are still worried, thinking that they are more qualified to be the capital than Londoners with a relatively soft personality!!! In terms of football, Liverpool people even think that their football is England, or even the whole world. The best in the world!!!)
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In another room, the home dressing room at Stamford Bridge.

Grant pressed his hands on the table, his eyes wandering over the faces of every player.

"I don't need to say more about the importance of today's game." Grant pointed his finger, "Listen to the fans outside the window!! This is you, this is an important moment in the history of the club, man Guys, today is the moment to make history, are you ready?!!!"

"Ready!!!" Everyone's voice roared! ! !

Grant raised his right arm, just like that, walked around the locker room, looked at everyone with almost red eyes, "Very well, tell me, you are the best, tell me, what do you think? ?!!!"

"We are the best, we are invincible!!" Everyone raised their right arms and shouted.

'Today's game, not for anyone, is for yourselves, to prove to everyone, Real Madrid, AC Milan and damn Manchester United, what these damn guys can do, you can always do it , you are champions! ! ! ! ' Grant slammed his fist on the table, "Well, then, tonight, beat 'em!!! See you in Moscow!!!"

"we are the champion!!"

"Defeat them!!!"

"See you in Moscow!"

Everyone yelled, the whole room was recalling the players' yelling, Xiang Nan raised his arms excitedly, he could even feel the sound of his heart beating with the blood flowing.

"What is real life for a player?!! Fine wine? Money? Or three days and two nights in bed with a f*cking page 90 of The Sun?!!! None of that!!!! Fuck it Right!!! Let me tell you, every 90 minutes!! Your heart beats faster, your blood speeds up, and your life speeds up during the entire 90 minutes!! During these [-] minutes, it is the life of a player!!!”

"Defend every attack and fight like a man defending his wife!!! Take every opportunity and fight like a man in bed!!! Every ball!! Every ball! Go and fight for me!! Fight like a man!! Then, after 90 minutes of the game, victory!!! Belongs to you who have fought hard!!!”

"Tell me, are you men? If so," Grant kicked away the tactical board next to him, "Men!! Live, fight, each of you for 90 minutes!!!"

"fighting!!"

"fighting!!"

"Definitely win!!"

"Definitely win!!"

Everyone shouted loudly and kept patting their chests, the temperature in the room reached boiling point...

The home team locker room at Stamford Bridge reached the apex of the volcanic eruption here, and everyone could even clearly feel their muscles trembling and their hearts beating faster! ! !
For victory! ! !

go ahead! ! !

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In Turin, Italy, Turin Sports Channel [-] broadcast live the second round of the Champions League semi-final.

The owner of Turin Sports Channel [-] doesn't have to worry about the ratings of this game, because this is the battle of 'Prince Andre of Turin'! !
The bars in the streets and alleys of Turin were full.

It is impossible for Turin fans to get tickets for this game, and the blue-collars in Turin are not able to go to London to cheer for their former prince, but this does not prevent these most innocent fans, Waiting, shouting, growling, holding beer, slapping their chests, shirtless, arms around their necks, cheering on their 'Prince Andre'! ! !
Singing the song of the red bull, singing the song of Prince Andrea of ​​Turin, these men and women go south! !
Perhaps, they don't even know the names of all Chelsea's players, and they don't even intend to know the situation of the Londoners at all. They just want to cheer for the south! !

"Andre!! You are the best!!"

"Andre!! **PY from England!!!"

Uh... In the minds of these Turin fans, Xiangnan is still their number 61, and those 'Englishmen' are the enemies of Turin F1! !

Xiang Nan didn't know about all this happened in far away Italy, and the Turin fans didn't want to let Xiang Nan know, they were just shouting, come on, the big boy who walked out of Turin...

Maybe, not maybe, yes for sure! !

Their voices could not be heard by the big boy at Stamford Bridge through any means, but they yelled, roared, chanted slogans, sang songs, and drank beer without complaint , patting the table...

They believe that as long as the hearts are together, they will feel the power of support! ! !
Come on, Turin! ! !
Come on, Andre! ! ! !
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Let's go back to the active volcano called Stamford Bridge, where the magma is ready to go, and the crater is already smoking hot smoke.

Sky Sports' broadcast booth at Stamford Bridge is the best location. Mr. Wilson and Lineker have been preparing for a long time. Although the weather is still cool, the game has not yet started. The backs of the two have been covered. Sweat drenched...

"There is no doubt that today's Stamford Bridge is destined to be the focus, the focus of England, and the focus of the world." Wilson glanced at the passionate stands of the stadium, and couldn't help feeling excited.

"Yes, today's game belongs to all the fans!!" Lineker was also very emotional.

"At Stamford Bridge and near the stadium, about 15 fans gathered. This is a moment of passion, a moment of football!! It's crazy waiting, it's a battlefield between heaven and hell!!!"

"The players from both sides are about to play, let's take a look at the starting lineups of both sides first!!!"

Following Wilson's voice, the starting lineups of the two sides appeared on the big screen at Stamford Bridge. At this time, there were neat applause and cheers on the field. For the fans of both sides, these are their respective heroes. Be the bravest warrior! ! !
Chelsea (4-3-1-2):

Goalkeeper: 1-Cech
Defense: 3-Ashley Cole, 6-Carvalho, 26-Terry, 5-Essien
Midfield: 4-Makelele, 8-Lampard, 13-Barack/
10- Joe Cole
Forwards: 9-Xiangnan, 11-Drogba

Then there's Liverpool's starting lineup --
Liverpool (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: 25-Reina
Defense: 6-Rise, 23-Carragher, 37-Sktel, 17-Arbeloa
Midfielder: 14-Alonso, 20- Mascherano/
11-Benayoun, 8-Gerrard, 18-Duit

Forward: 9-Torres

"We noticed that Chelsea actually used a formation of 3 forwards. In today's game, Chelsea must win more than 2 goals at home before they can hope to advance. The difficulty is not small!!" Lineker looked at Chelsea. The starting lineup for the game, analyzed.

"Liverpool's formation is relatively conservative. Dirk is more about providing opportunities for Torres. Liverpool can advance as long as they have a draw, or if they score more than 2 goals and lose only one goal. Of course, Liverpool's formation , the offensive power is also strong when counterattacking." Mr. Wilson analyzed Liverpool's starting list and formation.

At this time, Mr. Wilson stood up suddenly, pointed at the Stamford Bridge Stadium, and roared——
"Here we go, the players from both sides are here!!! This is the clarion call for battle!! The time for battle has come!! Men, let's roar!!!"

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Players from the two teams stood side by side in the player tunnel like two teams of soldiers about to go to the battlefield. Neither of them looked at each other. staring straight ahead—
Turf at Stamford Bridge! ! !
Today's battlefield! !

Looking at the end of the tunnel quietly to the south, he could even feel the power of the night. It was already dark, and the entire Stamford Bridge was illuminated by lights, revealing a beautiful light, and the team songs of the fans became louder and louder. , more and more passionate! !

Boom! ! !

To the south, you can even feel the trembling of the earth, which is the horn of attack! !

This is the pace of victory! !

As the captains of both sides, Terry and Gerrard's eyes collided fiercely, at this time, the referee looked at his watch and made a gesture, and the two teams rushed out frantically! !

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Stamford Bridge in a sea of ​​madness, standing on the field facing south, looking up at the dark night sky --
"Father and mother in the kingdom of heaven, bless your son."

22 men, 22 men fighting for 90 minutes of beating hearts --
After 90 minutes, some people will shed sad tears, late tears;

Some people will shed tears of happiness, tears of excitement, crazy passion! ! !
Victory belongs to the brave! !

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The referee Merck looked at his watch, looked around the field, beep! ! !

"The game has started, the game has started, the 2007-2008 UEFA Champions League semi-final second leg has started!!!"

The referee's whistle is the most powerful horn to start the battle! !

Chelsea men, know, they have to fight, they have to attack! !
Fight like a man! ! !

Xiang Nan kicked the ball directly to Drogba, and Drogba passed the ball back to Joe Cole.

Joe Cole did not choose to pass back. He took two steps forward and made a big kick. The ball spun towards the frontcourt.

Drogba leaned against Carragher, like a leopard, and slammed the header back——
Riise on the edge of the restricted area only felt a blue shadow rushing towards him like a hungry leopard. The Norwegian could even feel a burst of compressed air, and the pores of his skin were trembling——
Xiang Nan didn't wait for the ball to fall, and directly volleyed. The ball was almost deformed by being drawn directly, and it bounced up suddenly, making a whizzing sound, feeling like sparks hitting the earth, spinning and flying towards the goal...

'Will the goal go in? 'In the stands of Stamford Bridge, the fans stand up, their eyes follow the white light that is running fast...

(End of this chapter)