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Chapter 148 The Most 'MAN' Goal in the Premier League Years
Chapter 148 The Premier League Years The Most 'MAN' Goal
Looking up to the south, Nuo Palmalot is entangled with Drogba, and only Sylvanie Distin is in front of him.
Xiang Nan suddenly accelerated his speed, kicked the ball forward with his right foot, and then began to accelerate, the ball obediently followed his footsteps and jumped forward happily, like a meandering black and white elf.
As described by the columnist Victoria of the "Daily Mirror" after the game, "When Andre dribbled the ball, it gave people an indescribable feeling, with resolute steps and cheerful notes. At this moment, I It seems that Andre and the ball under his feet are like a tacit whole...'
Uh... this, according to Ms. Victoria's words, Xiangnan seems to be a...'ball' or 'ball'? ! !
Uh... by God, that's not a good metaphor! !
"Sylvini, stop him!! Damn it!!" Facing the high-speed advance to the south, the former England goalkeeper felt a burst of fear. James, like a frightened big bear, roared in front of the goal, constantly Footsteps are moving in front of the goal.
"Boy!! That's it!!" Distin roared and rushed forward.
Uh... who does Distin think he is?
Enen...Li Kui?Or Li Gui? ! !
Of course, Brother Distin is not the kind of person who just talks and doesn’t do anything. With the movement of his feet, Distin clung to Xiang Nan tightly, and secretly pulled Xiang Nan’s jersey.
Facing the old Distin, Xiangnan pulled his left foot, and then lightly buckled it. However, Distin was very experienced and did not make a move. The reason for Knapp's favor, too.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiang Nan immediately leaned forward, accelerated, and dribbled the ball with a tyrannical acceleration! ! ---
That's right! !
It's speed! !
"Good job!! Andre's speed is very fast!! The sudden start made the old Distin almost have nothing to do!!"
Distin obviously didn't expect that under the care of his own close pressing and the black hands pulling the jersey, this hateful blue No. 9 could actually accelerate. In desperation, Distin stretched out his hand, trying to Pulling Xiangnan's jersey——
'Absolutely don't let this guy pass! ! '
It's a pity that he can get nothing but air! !
'Go! go! ! go! ! go! ! ——AND—REA——WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'Go! go! ! go! ! go! ! ——AND—REA——WINNNING! ! ! ! '
The South Stand of the Millennium Stadium is boiling! !
"James!! Stop that damn guy!!"
"Dude, you can do it!! You can!!"
The Pompeii fans in the North Stand booed frantically, trying to interfere with Xiang Nan's confidence. Of course, the Portsmouth fans did not forget to encourage their goalkeepers! !
'Damn it, why don't you come and guard this kid! ! '
The panic-stricken former England goalkeeper had to abandon the door and try to make a last-ditch effort! !
There was a confident smile on the corner of Xiang Nan's mouth, he had already noticed James' attack, and it was this time, Xiang Nan even felt that the blood in his whole body reached the boiling point in an instant——
Under normal circumstances, a truly calm shooter should take the safest way to score goals against the attacking goalkeeper——
That is, use the skilled technique to shake the goalkeeper away, and then, that is——
A push against the empty door! !
but--
Xiang Nan chose the most 'MAN' way in his opinion! !
Xiang Nan took a step forward, lifted his right foot, exerted force on his calf, and violently hit the middle and lower part of the ball. At this moment, Xiang Nan suddenly had a strange feeling, he could even feel that the ball was almost drawn by himself. Violently deformed, the ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air, and flew towards the goal...
"Damn it, he's going to take a long shot?!!"
The poor former England goalkeeper, like a dying kangaroo, jumped high, trying to stop the ball from advancing, but only touched a piece of air, and James could even feel the whistling of the ball from his ears. whoosh…
"Andre!! Andre!! He shot --- goooaaaal!!! God testify, what a man's shot, we can feel the power of Andre's kick, great Extremely!!"
"Ha ha, poor James, God bless him to get a turkey compensation after the game, but seriously, if James puts Andre's ball, I swear on the Bible, that ball Going to shoot through James' not-so-imposing body like a cannonball..."
The goal was scored, 1:1, and the score was evened. Mr. Wilson's mood was like a rainbow after the rain, uh... no, it should be said to be a rattlesnake after hibernation. This really makes people wonder, when the old man's saliva dripped on the floor, would it cause smoke due to strong corrosion?
Ugh...poor James! !
Amen! !
'AND—REA—WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'AND—REA—WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'His Royal Highness Prince Andrew! ! ! '
The "Song of Andre" began to roar over the Millennium Stadium. About 4 blue fans in the stadium cheered their hero's name "His Royal Highness Andre" in unison, as if Like a volcano erupting suddenly.
After scoring the goal, he opened his arms wildly, ran to the fans in the north stand, and made a gliding movement...
His response was——
The deafening boos of the Pompeii fans...
"This is really a bad boy. Andre ran to the North Stand, trying to accept the cheers of the Portsmouth fans. Haha, the boos of the opponent fans are the most beautiful movement of this bad boy..."
That's right! !
Mr. Wilson was right, Xiang Nan was enjoying the damned booing, what could be better than the current feeling? ! !
However, the glider was quickly shot down, Terry, Ashley Cole, Essien... Ballack, even Sinclair who was on the bench ran over, and would go south with a standard 'pounce'! !
"Hey hey!! I said, buddy, take it easy..."
...
41 minutes into the game——
At the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, it's half fiery lava, half icy seawater...
In the remaining few minutes of the game in the first half, both Chelsea and Portsmouth deliberately controlled the rhythm of the game. As the two teams that reached the final, they were relatively cautious. In the second half...
*******
"After the start of the second half of the game, use coordination and personal skills to tear apart the opponent's defense, and don't fight too much. However, we must strengthen the protection of the 35 meters outside the goal!!"
In the south locker room, Grant's request is very straightforward. In the second half, he must use skillful cooperation, first suppress Portsmouth's offense, and then attack violently to achieve a fatal blow! !
Grant made this arrangement because he considered the final in Moscow a week later. Compared with the Big Ear Cup of the European Champions Cup, the importance of the FA Cup champion in the Israeli stands still has a considerable gap. Therefore, Grant had to Consider to avoid players getting injured in this game.
In the north locker room.
"In the second half of the game, we must strengthen the fight in the midfield and fight at all costs. It is already the final, so don't worry about getting a card!! Don't give Chelsea the chance to shoot easily, and don't let them take long shots comfortably!!"
"Defense!!"
"Be defensive!!"
The old Redknapp saw it clearly, he knew that it was impossible for Chelsea not to be distracted by the game a week later.
In the old Redknapp's tactics, in the second half, the Pompeii army had only one goal, to hold the tie, and there was only one goal——
Penalty shootout! !
Chelsea's psychological quality in penalty shootouts has always been nicknamed neurotic. The coach of Portsmouth is confident that in the penalty shootout, he will give the West London team a good psychological counseling lesson! !
Uh... Of course, the premise is that the Portsmouth people can persist until the end of extra time, penalty shootout! !
*******
After the start of the second half, without any surprise, Chelsea mercilessly squeezed Portsmouth into the half, besieging the poor visiting team's goal, and James became the busiest person on the pitch.
"Drogba!! Long shots!!! Uh...Didier think the beauty on the billboard behind the goal is more attractive than the goal behind James?"
"Beautiful!! Ballack's header, James' save is not bad either!!"
"Andre's shot blocked by Glenn Johnson, corner!!"
...
It was 35 minutes into the second half of the game, and the score was still 1:1! !
The old Redknapp is only one step away from the situation he most hopes to see.
Chelsea substitutions, No. 16 Sinclair on, No. 4 Makelele off.
The Portsmouth team also made personnel adjustments at the same time. Lauren, No. 4, replaced No. 10, England fringe international David Nugent.
"Old Redknapp is going to defend across the board. Before the game, the Portsmouth team specially practiced penalty kick training. Haha, it seems that Portsmouth came prepared."
"This is obviously not what the Chelsea players want to see. Next week, the West London team will go to Moscow. Such overtime and penalty shootouts will undoubtedly have a great impact on the players' physical and mental health."
"Of course, this is what Manchester United people are most happy to see!!" Wilson couldn't help but sarcastically, "I don't know where Ferguson is secretly having fun..."
Uh... this... I have to say that Mr. Wilson is indeed an out-and-out Leeds person... Everyone on the earth knows that Leeds people are all anti-Manchester United fighters...
Lampard distributed the ball to Ashley Cole, who was active on the left. After Ashley Cole got the ball, he went along the left, continued to break through for a distance, and then passed the ball to Sinclair in front. , Sinclair, who had just played, didn't seem to have adapted to the rhythm of the field. He stopped the ball too much and had to step forward. Before Muntari came up to steal, he shoveled the ball to Joe Cole.
After Chelsea No. 10 got the ball, facing LS Nadiala who was defending him, he kept changing his feet, looking for opportunities to break through.
LS Na*Diarra did not dare to act hastily, but retreated slowly, trying to seize a good opportunity to act.
Joe Cole leaned forward slightly one by one, and made a breakthrough. When LS Nadia pulled out his foot to steal, he rubbed his left foot lightly, and the ball crossed a beautiful arc and flew towards the left of the penalty area...
The pass of the ball was a bit big, and Xiang Nan slowed down his speed a little in the high-speed forward drive. Facing the ball, he paused with his right foot and pushed his chest slightly. Then, he hooked the ball in front of him with his heel , easily unloaded the ball, took advantage of the situation and padded it again, controlled the ball, pushed it lightly with his right foot, and then started to accelerate along the left road——
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
In the south stand, Chelsea fans began to cheer. Every breakthrough of the blue No. 9 will set off new waves in the sea of Chelsea fans...
Just as they made a breakthrough south along the left, Drogba and Ballack flew together on both wings, heading towards Portsmouth's restricted area, and began to attack.
Facing the impactful Chelsea No. 11 and No. 13, James felt a strong fear——
"Herman Herdalsen, Muntari, stop them for me—"
"Damn it!!"
Uh... God testifies, the performance of the former England goalkeeper is like a girl facing two burly men alone, calling out helplessly...
Herman Herdalsen's self-defense, two steps forward followed Drogba closely, and Muntari also quickly returned to the defense from the midfield, trying to interfere with Ballack's breakthrough.
Along the left side of the Millennium Stadium, after advancing for a certain distance, facing Distin who was defending to the south, he made an emergency brake to the south, and made an emergency stop to throw off Distin's block. A beautiful arc passed the ball into the penalty area——
Just as he kicked the ball to the south, Drogba squeezed past Hermann Herdalsen next to him in the penalty area, leaping high, like a real African elephant, with a powerful body The superiority and keen sense of smell were clearly revealed, and he made a beautiful lion head shake to attack the goal...
PS: There is a problem with the computer, and some materials are lost in the computer. This chapter was coded in the Internet cafe just now, and there is another chapter, which will be posted before 12 o'clock. Xiaoqi thank you for your support and call for support.
(End of this chapter)
Looking up to the south, Nuo Palmalot is entangled with Drogba, and only Sylvanie Distin is in front of him.
Xiang Nan suddenly accelerated his speed, kicked the ball forward with his right foot, and then began to accelerate, the ball obediently followed his footsteps and jumped forward happily, like a meandering black and white elf.
As described by the columnist Victoria of the "Daily Mirror" after the game, "When Andre dribbled the ball, it gave people an indescribable feeling, with resolute steps and cheerful notes. At this moment, I It seems that Andre and the ball under his feet are like a tacit whole...'
Uh... this, according to Ms. Victoria's words, Xiangnan seems to be a...'ball' or 'ball'? ! !
Uh... by God, that's not a good metaphor! !
"Sylvini, stop him!! Damn it!!" Facing the high-speed advance to the south, the former England goalkeeper felt a burst of fear. James, like a frightened big bear, roared in front of the goal, constantly Footsteps are moving in front of the goal.
"Boy!! That's it!!" Distin roared and rushed forward.
Uh... who does Distin think he is?
Enen...Li Kui?Or Li Gui? ! !
Of course, Brother Distin is not the kind of person who just talks and doesn’t do anything. With the movement of his feet, Distin clung to Xiang Nan tightly, and secretly pulled Xiang Nan’s jersey.
Facing the old Distin, Xiangnan pulled his left foot, and then lightly buckled it. However, Distin was very experienced and did not make a move. The reason for Knapp's favor, too.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiang Nan immediately leaned forward, accelerated, and dribbled the ball with a tyrannical acceleration! ! ---
That's right! !
It's speed! !
"Good job!! Andre's speed is very fast!! The sudden start made the old Distin almost have nothing to do!!"
Distin obviously didn't expect that under the care of his own close pressing and the black hands pulling the jersey, this hateful blue No. 9 could actually accelerate. In desperation, Distin stretched out his hand, trying to Pulling Xiangnan's jersey——
'Absolutely don't let this guy pass! ! '
It's a pity that he can get nothing but air! !
'Go! go! ! go! ! go! ! ——AND—REA——WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'Go! go! ! go! ! go! ! ——AND—REA——WINNNING! ! ! ! '
The South Stand of the Millennium Stadium is boiling! !
"James!! Stop that damn guy!!"
"Dude, you can do it!! You can!!"
The Pompeii fans in the North Stand booed frantically, trying to interfere with Xiang Nan's confidence. Of course, the Portsmouth fans did not forget to encourage their goalkeepers! !
'Damn it, why don't you come and guard this kid! ! '
The panic-stricken former England goalkeeper had to abandon the door and try to make a last-ditch effort! !
There was a confident smile on the corner of Xiang Nan's mouth, he had already noticed James' attack, and it was this time, Xiang Nan even felt that the blood in his whole body reached the boiling point in an instant——
Under normal circumstances, a truly calm shooter should take the safest way to score goals against the attacking goalkeeper——
That is, use the skilled technique to shake the goalkeeper away, and then, that is——
A push against the empty door! !
but--
Xiang Nan chose the most 'MAN' way in his opinion! !
Xiang Nan took a step forward, lifted his right foot, exerted force on his calf, and violently hit the middle and lower part of the ball. At this moment, Xiang Nan suddenly had a strange feeling, he could even feel that the ball was almost drawn by himself. Violently deformed, the ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air, and flew towards the goal...
"Damn it, he's going to take a long shot?!!"
The poor former England goalkeeper, like a dying kangaroo, jumped high, trying to stop the ball from advancing, but only touched a piece of air, and James could even feel the whistling of the ball from his ears. whoosh…
"Andre!! Andre!! He shot --- goooaaaal!!! God testify, what a man's shot, we can feel the power of Andre's kick, great Extremely!!"
"Ha ha, poor James, God bless him to get a turkey compensation after the game, but seriously, if James puts Andre's ball, I swear on the Bible, that ball Going to shoot through James' not-so-imposing body like a cannonball..."
The goal was scored, 1:1, and the score was evened. Mr. Wilson's mood was like a rainbow after the rain, uh... no, it should be said to be a rattlesnake after hibernation. This really makes people wonder, when the old man's saliva dripped on the floor, would it cause smoke due to strong corrosion?
Ugh...poor James! !
Amen! !
'AND—REA—WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'AND—REA—WINNNING! ! ! ! '
'His Royal Highness Prince Andrew! ! ! '
The "Song of Andre" began to roar over the Millennium Stadium. About 4 blue fans in the stadium cheered their hero's name "His Royal Highness Andre" in unison, as if Like a volcano erupting suddenly.
After scoring the goal, he opened his arms wildly, ran to the fans in the north stand, and made a gliding movement...
His response was——
The deafening boos of the Pompeii fans...
"This is really a bad boy. Andre ran to the North Stand, trying to accept the cheers of the Portsmouth fans. Haha, the boos of the opponent fans are the most beautiful movement of this bad boy..."
That's right! !
Mr. Wilson was right, Xiang Nan was enjoying the damned booing, what could be better than the current feeling? ! !
However, the glider was quickly shot down, Terry, Ashley Cole, Essien... Ballack, even Sinclair who was on the bench ran over, and would go south with a standard 'pounce'! !
"Hey hey!! I said, buddy, take it easy..."
...
41 minutes into the game——
At the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, it's half fiery lava, half icy seawater...
In the remaining few minutes of the game in the first half, both Chelsea and Portsmouth deliberately controlled the rhythm of the game. As the two teams that reached the final, they were relatively cautious. In the second half...
*******
"After the start of the second half of the game, use coordination and personal skills to tear apart the opponent's defense, and don't fight too much. However, we must strengthen the protection of the 35 meters outside the goal!!"
In the south locker room, Grant's request is very straightforward. In the second half, he must use skillful cooperation, first suppress Portsmouth's offense, and then attack violently to achieve a fatal blow! !
Grant made this arrangement because he considered the final in Moscow a week later. Compared with the Big Ear Cup of the European Champions Cup, the importance of the FA Cup champion in the Israeli stands still has a considerable gap. Therefore, Grant had to Consider to avoid players getting injured in this game.
In the north locker room.
"In the second half of the game, we must strengthen the fight in the midfield and fight at all costs. It is already the final, so don't worry about getting a card!! Don't give Chelsea the chance to shoot easily, and don't let them take long shots comfortably!!"
"Defense!!"
"Be defensive!!"
The old Redknapp saw it clearly, he knew that it was impossible for Chelsea not to be distracted by the game a week later.
In the old Redknapp's tactics, in the second half, the Pompeii army had only one goal, to hold the tie, and there was only one goal——
Penalty shootout! !
Chelsea's psychological quality in penalty shootouts has always been nicknamed neurotic. The coach of Portsmouth is confident that in the penalty shootout, he will give the West London team a good psychological counseling lesson! !
Uh... Of course, the premise is that the Portsmouth people can persist until the end of extra time, penalty shootout! !
*******
After the start of the second half, without any surprise, Chelsea mercilessly squeezed Portsmouth into the half, besieging the poor visiting team's goal, and James became the busiest person on the pitch.
"Drogba!! Long shots!!! Uh...Didier think the beauty on the billboard behind the goal is more attractive than the goal behind James?"
"Beautiful!! Ballack's header, James' save is not bad either!!"
"Andre's shot blocked by Glenn Johnson, corner!!"
...
It was 35 minutes into the second half of the game, and the score was still 1:1! !
The old Redknapp is only one step away from the situation he most hopes to see.
Chelsea substitutions, No. 16 Sinclair on, No. 4 Makelele off.
The Portsmouth team also made personnel adjustments at the same time. Lauren, No. 4, replaced No. 10, England fringe international David Nugent.
"Old Redknapp is going to defend across the board. Before the game, the Portsmouth team specially practiced penalty kick training. Haha, it seems that Portsmouth came prepared."
"This is obviously not what the Chelsea players want to see. Next week, the West London team will go to Moscow. Such overtime and penalty shootouts will undoubtedly have a great impact on the players' physical and mental health."
"Of course, this is what Manchester United people are most happy to see!!" Wilson couldn't help but sarcastically, "I don't know where Ferguson is secretly having fun..."
Uh... this... I have to say that Mr. Wilson is indeed an out-and-out Leeds person... Everyone on the earth knows that Leeds people are all anti-Manchester United fighters...
Lampard distributed the ball to Ashley Cole, who was active on the left. After Ashley Cole got the ball, he went along the left, continued to break through for a distance, and then passed the ball to Sinclair in front. , Sinclair, who had just played, didn't seem to have adapted to the rhythm of the field. He stopped the ball too much and had to step forward. Before Muntari came up to steal, he shoveled the ball to Joe Cole.
After Chelsea No. 10 got the ball, facing LS Nadiala who was defending him, he kept changing his feet, looking for opportunities to break through.
LS Na*Diarra did not dare to act hastily, but retreated slowly, trying to seize a good opportunity to act.
Joe Cole leaned forward slightly one by one, and made a breakthrough. When LS Nadia pulled out his foot to steal, he rubbed his left foot lightly, and the ball crossed a beautiful arc and flew towards the left of the penalty area...
The pass of the ball was a bit big, and Xiang Nan slowed down his speed a little in the high-speed forward drive. Facing the ball, he paused with his right foot and pushed his chest slightly. Then, he hooked the ball in front of him with his heel , easily unloaded the ball, took advantage of the situation and padded it again, controlled the ball, pushed it lightly with his right foot, and then started to accelerate along the left road——
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
"GO! GO!! GO!!! GO!!!—AND—REA!!!!"
In the south stand, Chelsea fans began to cheer. Every breakthrough of the blue No. 9 will set off new waves in the sea of Chelsea fans...
Just as they made a breakthrough south along the left, Drogba and Ballack flew together on both wings, heading towards Portsmouth's restricted area, and began to attack.
Facing the impactful Chelsea No. 11 and No. 13, James felt a strong fear——
"Herman Herdalsen, Muntari, stop them for me—"
"Damn it!!"
Uh... God testifies, the performance of the former England goalkeeper is like a girl facing two burly men alone, calling out helplessly...
Herman Herdalsen's self-defense, two steps forward followed Drogba closely, and Muntari also quickly returned to the defense from the midfield, trying to interfere with Ballack's breakthrough.
Along the left side of the Millennium Stadium, after advancing for a certain distance, facing Distin who was defending to the south, he made an emergency brake to the south, and made an emergency stop to throw off Distin's block. A beautiful arc passed the ball into the penalty area——
Just as he kicked the ball to the south, Drogba squeezed past Hermann Herdalsen next to him in the penalty area, leaping high, like a real African elephant, with a powerful body The superiority and keen sense of smell were clearly revealed, and he made a beautiful lion head shake to attack the goal...
PS: There is a problem with the computer, and some materials are lost in the computer. This chapter was coded in the Internet cafe just now, and there is another chapter, which will be posted before 12 o'clock. Xiaoqi thank you for your support and call for support.
(End of this chapter)
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