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Chapter 142 The Years of the Premier League: A Song of Passionate Fighting

"Beautiful, Andre!! Andre's physical resistance is too MAN!!" Mr. Wilson couldn't help applauding loudly.

In the stands of Stamford Bridge, there was thunderous applause. Looking at Xiangnan's artistic piece, the man's side now seems to be more flavorful.

According to post-match statistics, in some media reports, in addition to the celebration after Xiang Nan's goal, the image of Chelsea's No. 9 aggressively rushing Benayoun was also the most frequently used.

Er... The result of this is that there are more than 100 "Andre Fan Associations" all over the world. It is said that there are a large number of female members scrambling to sign up...

'GO! GO! GO!! GO!! -- AND -- REA! ! ! !
'GO! GO! GO!! GO!! -- AND -- REA! ! ! !
In the stands of Stamford Bridge, there was a neat cheer! !
'GO! GO! GO!! GO!! -- AND -- REA! ! ! !
In the middle of the penalty area, facing southward against Carragher who was coming up to block him, he raised his leg and made a shot. Just when Carragher made a tackle, he pulled his right foot and swayed away the Liverpool central defender's steal. With a push, the ball arrived. Under Drogba's feet, the Ivorian, like an ancient African warrior, swung his right foot and made eager contact with the ball. The ball almost didn't spin, and flew straight towards the goal.

A ground-breaking shot! !
Speed ​​is the only symbol! !

The Liverpool goalkeeper was almost there, only to see Chelsea No. 11 flicking his ankle, and the ball was in front of him. The Liverpool goalkeeper could only subconsciously block it with his feet.

This time Lady Luck was on Liverpool's side, and the ball almost flew out of the baseline against the goal post.

Although the ball was not scored, Drogba and Xiang Nan had a fierce chest bump, followed by howling wolves! !

It's a man's fight! !

'Every ball! !Every attack! !All go all out! ! '

In the stands of Stamford Bridge, there was a neat applause, which is the cheers of soldiers dedicated to their heroes! !
Benitez crossed his arms and kept walking up and down the side of the court. Xiangnan and Drogba are in great condition today. To be exact, the whole Chelsea team is working hard! !

That's right, working hard! !

'They are desperate! ! '

Benitez seemed to have figured something out. This game is equally important to both sides. He had predicted before the game that the resistance at Stamford Bridge would be extremely tenacious, but he did not expect that the situation was far worse than that of the Spaniard. It was much more serious than I expected! !

With Benitez's gesture, Liverpool's offense eased down, as if it had been discussed. After 30 minutes of the game, Chelsea's offense also slowed down.

The two sides fought fiercely in the midfield, Xiangnan also retreated to the midfield, and Joe Cole left and right, constantly attacking Chelsea's wings, while Drogba was in the frontcourt, using constant substitutions. bit, attracting Carragher's attention.

At this time, the purpose of both sides is the same, fighting in the midfield and trying to avoid mistakes in the backcourt.

However, no one will take it lightly. After all, there are too many accidental factors in the game. In the lineups of both sides, there are superstars who can instantly change the score on the field with their own personal abilities.

"Gerrard, kicked a long shot, about 30 meters away from the goal, GOOOOOAA——, the ball almost flew to the stands against the crossbar. From my point of view, I almost thought the ball was scored. The ball landed on the ground. In the stands, the fans, oh, the fans hugged the ball, Chelsea No. 1, no need to ask for the ball in the stands, this ball belongs to that lucky buddy."

"In the first half of the game, there was 1 minute of stoppage time. In fact, 1 minute was too much. Today's game was played very civilized. Although the fight was fierce, they all rushed the ball. This is the game that fans like. , except for guys who like to watch boxing matches, of course."

"At the last moment, Liverpool got a free kick. This position is not suitable for shooting. We noticed Gerrard standing in front of the ball. How would he choose? Shoot? Or pass?!!"

After a short run-up at a small distance, he swung his right foot and kicked the ball——
"goooooaaal, Goal!! Oh god, Goal, with less than 10 seconds to go in the first half, Liverpool scored!! Steve Gerrard!!! "Mr. Wilson couldn't help applauding this beautiful direct free kick.

After scoring the goal, Gerrard ran to the stands of Liverpool fans like crazy, lifted his jersey, kissed deeply on the team emblem, and responded him with a red storm! !
Benitez clenched his fists tightly and hugged the assistant coach tightly! !

There were boos flying all over the stands at Stamford Bridge! !
This is Stamford Bridge! !

This is not Anfield! !
"It was a great goal, a goal worth 2!! Chelsea were completely cornered!! The first half was over and the Stamford Bridge team had to play for 45 minutes in the second half Scored 2 goals!!"

Lineker's words simply represented the aspirations of the Blues fans. There was a neat singing in the stands at Stamford Bridge. The Blues fans were singing with their voices, cheering for their fighters! !
"You are not fighting alone!!"

"Men!! Come on!!"

Fighting fiercely for 45 minutes, the fighters walked through the player channel and walked into the locker room covered in sweat.

*******
'You guys acted like men in the first half, good! ! '

Contrary to the expectations of the Chelsea players, Grant did not lose his temper.

only--
The Israeli looked around the locker room with a crazy light in his eyes, "But, unfortunately, your opponent also fought like a man!! Now the score of this game is tied, but the people outside , those damned, are getting ready to see your jokes, guys!! What will they say, look now that Chelsea is screwed!!"

"They will say, there are still 45 minutes, those Cockneys can't score 2 goals without conceding a goal, those softies!! There are more men in Liverpool than them!!"

"Then, damn it, I want you to know that you are a group of male animals with the most fucking men in the world!! You are MAN~!! Answer me, are you!!!" Grant kicked the tactical version away! !

"MAN!!!"

"MAN!!!"

"MAN!!!"

What answered the Israelites was the roar of pure men! !
"Very good, then. Men. Go to fight!!" Grant looked at his watch and waved his hand! ! !
*******
At the beginning of the second half of the game, the Liverpool people found that their opponents were different from the first half, just because they——
It's even crazier! !

If in the first half, Chelsea players acted like professional players working hard for the game, then at the beginning of the second half, the performance of Chelsea players was completely——
A group of men who fully exude male hormones! ! !

A real MAN! ! ! !
Mascherano received a pass from Alonso, stopped the ball with a beautiful chest, controlled the ball, and started to move forward with the ball. In the eyes of the Argentine, victory is already waving to Liverpool. It seems that Mascherano Sir, he is already on top of the world, which makes the Argentine feel a little overwhelmed with confidence.

Faced with Makelele's attack, the Argentine didn't choose to pass the ball more and control the rhythm during the halftime break. Mascherano kept changing his feet back and forth, swiping on the ball. He circled around, trying to shake the French veteran in front of him.

"French, you should go to Qatar to drill for oil. This place is too dangerous and not suitable for old people."

Makelele looked coldly at the Argentine in front of him. The tried and tested French midfielder was almost immune to the lowest level of provocation from the Argentine. Taking a chance, Makelele snatched the ball with a standard steal, followed by a big kick, and the ball reached Ballack's feet.

"Good job!!" Grant applauded non-stop on the coach's bench off the court. In the second half of the game, he asked Makelele and Essien to constantly tackle the ball, spare no effort to fight, and limit the ball to the maximum. Liverpool's counterattack provides the greatest support for the frontcourt offense! !
"Brother Chu, this is not where you should come, it's too dangerous, go back to your mother's arms!!"

Makelele walked past Mascherano and whispered something in the Argentine's ear.

Uh... I have to say that the words of Mascherano just now are nothing compared to those of Makelele! !
"Damn!! French nigger, say it again!!"

Uh...God bless! !

'Little beginner'? ! !
This is simply right, the biggest insult to Javier Mascherano, Liverpool's playboy. This is simply discrediting Argentina's reputation! !
Makelele shrugged his shoulders, ignored him, and ran straight to the frontcourt! !

Xiang Nan received a pass from Lampard and took two steps.A half-high ball passed to Joe Cole's feet.

Joe Cole directly passed a kick to Drogba, Chelsea World of Warcraft controlled the ball, leaned on Carragher, and kept pulling the ball back and forth with his right foot, looking for an opportunity to turn around, and at the same time glanced towards the penalty area- ——
Suddenly, like a civet, a blue shadow moved forward lightly into the Liverpool penalty area. At this moment, Drogba suddenly made a strong half-turn, and when Carragher stepped out to prevent Chelsea from breaking through, the ball flew out. Like a light putter in snooker, it passed straight between Carragher's legs——
On the running path of the ball, a right leg stretched out, and the spikes shoveled the ball brutally. The ball suddenly jumped up, passed the unresponsive Reina's feet, and rolled into the net! ! !

"goooooaaaaaaaal!!! AND-REA!!! AND-REA!!! He's a real shooter, a perfect shot, that's star power!! Your Royal Highness at Stamford Bridge!!! Not even close ONE GOAL!! ONE GOAL TOO!!! MOSCOW!!! GO!!!"

Xiang Nan quickly picked up the ball from the net, waved his clenched fist towards the stands, and put his arms around Drogba's neck. Run in the middle circle! !
"AND——REA!!!——WINING!!!!!!"

"AND——REA!!!——WINING!!!!!!"

"AND——REA!!!——WINING!!!!!!"

In the stands of Stamford Bridge, with the hoarse and crazy cheers of the stadium commentator, they kept shouting the names of their heroes! !

*******
At this time, Benitez touched his chin, raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, and looked up at the big screen of the stadium, which displayed impressively:

Chelsea 2:1 Liverpool, 69 minutes, goal scorer, Andre! ! !
'There are 20 minutes left...'

20 minutes until Liverpool's flight to Moscow! !
Benitez glanced at the bench, and his eyes fell on Hypia, hesitating for a moment, "Hypia!! Go warm up!!"

The Argentine was taken aback for a moment, then quickly took off his coat and started preparations on the sidelines! !

At the same time, Grant is also hesitating. There are still 20 minutes before the end of the game. Chelsea must score another goal and must ensure that the defense does not concede a goal! !

Makelele was almost unable to run on the court. In the fight with Mascherano, the French midfielder relied more on experience and will to support him. On the front court, Joe Cole's legs The injury on the chest has just recovered, and Chelsea's No. 10's physical fitness has reached a limit.

Finally a decision has been made! !
Grant glanced at Sinclair, who had long been impatient on the bench, "Scott, don't warm up!!"

Sinclair was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, followed the assistant coach, came to the side of the field, kept pressing his legs, and jumped twice...

'We noticed that both Chelsea and Liverpool were about to make substitutions. Hyypia had already warmed up on the sidelines, and on the other side, Sinclair was also warming up. It was 71 minutes into the game, and it was the first substitution for both sides. '

"Hyypia's playing is more to increase the defense. It is estimated that Torres will be replaced, and Kevin Dirk will be pushed in front. The Dutchman's skills can delay the time even more."

"Will Sinclair replace Makelele or Joe Cole? Both of them have physical problems now." Lineker raised his own doubts.

The sign raised by the staff on the sidelines quickly answered the commentator's questions:

Substitution for Liverpool, Hyypia on, Torres off.

Chelsea substitution, Joe Cole off, Sinclair on! !
Grant glanced at Makelele, who kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, his eyes were erratic, the Israelis were taking a gamble, betting on Makelele, a veteran player who has proven his abilities in many clubs Veteran, he was able to hold on tenaciously when he might have the last chance to hit the Big Ear Cup.

It is not that there are no midfielders on the bench that can be replaced, but the Israelis stubbornly believe that the experience of the French will play a vital role at this moment.

Facts have proved that the goddess of luck once again favored Chelsea, Grant made the right bet, and Makelele made good use of his experience in major competitions.

At 83 minutes into the game, the score was still 2:1, and the goal Chelsea needed had yet to come.

Carvalho intercepted the ball and quickly passed the ball to Makelele. The French took the ball two steps forward along the right side of Stamford Bridge and passed the ball to Xiangnan who retreated and asked for the ball.

A change of direction to the south swayed Alonso, who came up to press, pushed the ball with his right foot, and the ball reached Sinclair's feet. Sinclair had just entered the field and was full of energy. There was a violent impact along the right side of the penalty area, constantly changing In the direction of progress, just when Riise, who was defending him, almost couldn't help but fell to the ground to tackle the ball, Sinclair suddenly stopped suddenly, exerted force with his left foot, and the ball flew towards the penalty area at high speed.

The ball was fast and spinning, and Reina didn't dare to be careless. Before Drogba jumped to head the ball, he dragged the ball out of the baseline with one palm! !
corner kick! !
In the 85th minute of the game, Chelsea won the 6th corner kick of the game.

In the previous 5 corner kicks, Drogba and Xiang Nan each had an inevitable chance, once hit the goal post, and once almost crossed the goal line, they gave Liverpool defender Carragher a tiptoe. The ball hooked the bottom line.

Sinclair stood at the penalty spot, hugged the ball, kissed the ball, then, placed at the corner kick point, stepped back, and stepped heavily on the turf behind the ball.

Almost all of Chelsea's players with better header ability came up to fight for it. When the sports battle cannot start, the set kick will be the last chance.

Almost all of Liverpool's players returned to their own penalty area, and Liverpool's only offensive striker, Dirk Dirk, also returned to defense. The Dutchman's header was a good supplement to the defense of the corner kick.

Xiangnan constantly changed his position in the penalty area, but Liverpool defenders No. 37 Sktel and No. 17 Arbeloa were like two loyal bodyguards, always staying at the left back of Xiangnan, and Chelsea's No. 9. The header ability has been confirmed many times in the game, and the Liverpool people dare not be careless.

By Drogba's side, Carragher and Riise were also doing their last face-to-face dance against Chelsea's 'Warcraft'.

Xiang Nan was still constantly changing his position in the penalty area, which put a lot of pressure on Liverpool's defense. At this time, no one noticed that Ballack's side had been missed...

(End of this chapter)