bookrandom Chapter 391 Tell You What Glory Is
Chapter 391 Tell You What Glory Is
Chapter 391 Tell You What Glory Is
The number of chapters is wrong again...
Oh my god, Xiao Dao lost face to his primary school math teacher!I skipped more than ten chapters, but the content is fine, forgive the knife, my math is really bad...
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A Premier League match that was originally considered to be evenly matched, turned into a 80-6 match in the 1th minute of the game. Such a score made everyone watching the game drop their glasses and jaws to the ground!
At this moment, London is shrouded in darkness!
The Russian rich man from the Siberian wasteland suddenly got up from the sofa, and the goblet full of vodka in his hand hit the huge ultra-thin plasma TV on the wall not far away.
"Shit! Let this damn old Brazilian guy get the hell out of me... Get out of Stamford Bridge!!"
The roaring sound shook the glass on the floor-to-ceiling windows and rattled, and the assistant beside him said nothing... After a long while, the Russian sat on the sofa slumped, with a trace of remorse involuntarily rising in his heart——
"...To this day, I have to admit that firing Mourinho at the beginning of the season was indeed too impatient...Although the Portuguese has repeatedly failed in the Champions League, as long as this madman is at Stamford Bridge, which team in the Premier League can push Chelsea to this level?"
Think again about the Chinese who pointed Jiangshan and scolded Fang Qiu on the TV screen just now...
The invincible posture of the black figure standing on the sidelines and looking down at the mountains made Abramovich sigh: If he had been more determined and brought the Chinese to Stamford Bridge, maybe his blue team would have won today...
Also in London.
North London.
Professor Wenger turned off the TV when he saw this, leaned on the sofa in the living room with his head up and closed his eyes, and kept replaying the incredible 4-1-1-4 crazy offensive tactics of the Magpies in the second half in his mind...
Incredible! !
Tactician Arsene Wenger asked himself that he would never have the courage to use such an unimaginable tactic. The madman Li 4 striker's sharp power that could tear apart the best defense line in the Premier League in an instant made people involuntarily have a sense of decadence that could not be parried...
According to Wenger's understanding of football tactics, the desperate tactics of 4-1-1-4 should not have such power...
So, what is the most important thing that I have overlooked?
The professor vaguely felt that he seemed to grasp something, but he always missed the last sliver of understanding to find out the key point...
But the famous French coach has a feeling: Maybe a brand-new tactical system that shocks the world football is about to come to the world through the hands of that young Chinese!
Newcastle! !
This opponent, whom everyone thought would take a period of time to rise, has shown ferocious and bloody fangs inadvertently...
Among the winning streak groups in the Premier League, only Arsenal, built by themselves, is still ahead of Madman Lee and his Newcastle...
But how far can it stay?
Wenger himself has no confidence!
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St James' Park.
The final minutes of the game continued.
But the stands have long been a boiling ocean, black and white, the two most primitive and inconspicuous colors in the world, have become the strongest theme here...
People's heads are surging up and down...
Arms waving wildly...
The battle flags are buzzing...
The singing is loud and passionate...
St. James' Park, the palace that carries the dreams and hopes of Newcastle people, ushered in the 08-09 season today... No, it should be the most hearty victory in the past ten years!
Only a strong enough opponent can bring out your own strength!
And there is no doubt that Chelsea and Scolari are sitting today. Their "backing" makes Newcastle look extremely dazzling, and makes Madman Li's 4-1-1-4 tactics that are crazy to the bone marrow create a small miracle!
However, the nightmare brought by the 4-1-1-4 tactics to the Londoners is not over yet!
The 85th minute of the game.
It was still a mistake in Chelsea's frontcourt attack, and [Eastern European Ronaldinho] Yuri Zhirkov once again got the opportunity to display his superb ball-turning skills, and another long-distance pass comparable to David Beckham directly sent the football from the backcourt to the frontcourt!
This pass is different from the kick-off of Steven Tyler and others!
The arc and landing point of the football made Lukas Podolski, who was waiting in the frontcourt to respond, no longer have to compete with Terry and others, but easily wrote the football under his feet, allowing him to display his own foot skills!
The feet shook continuously, like lightning, dazzling!
Cycling?
Podolski cycling?
While the defensive players were in a daze, Prince Polti stepped out of the gap and shot directly from a long distance. The flying football drew a white residual line in the retinas of more than 60000 pairs of eyes, and rushed towards Chelsea's goal with lightning speed...
boom!
It wasn't until this time that the sound of the football being kicked by Prince Porti reached everyone's ears!
Incredibly fast!
Czech goalkeeper Petr Cech made a save...but the huge power made him unable to hold the football firmly, and the consequence of the save was——
Newcastle youngster Gigi, who runs like a ghost, once again appeared in a fatal position, touching the ball for the third time in 40 minutes after the bench...
Whoosh!
Get up!
The ball flies!
The door is broken!
7:1! ! ! !
This is Chelsea's worst loss in ten years. There is a shocking empty seat in the South Stand of St. James' Park. As early as ten minutes ago, the Chelsea fans who came to the scene with the Blues to watch the game have already withdrawn...
If they are at home, perhaps they are more willing to tear the "culprit" Mr. Skalari to pieces before choosing to leave!
Once again, Chelsea was mercilessly nailed to the pillar of shame by Madman Lee!
Nail it firmly!
Someone has to pay for this! !
A thunderstorm in English football is brewing, and it's about to explode!
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There are 3 minutes of stoppage time left in the game.
Newcastle still relentlessly launched a tide-like offensive. The restricted area mixer composed of four forwards turned the "heart" of the Blues Chelsea upside down. The "Ronaldos" continued to threaten Chelsea's goal time and time again with their incredible shooting percentages!
Sinking or self-salvation?
For Chelsea at this time, there are only 180 seconds left to make this multiple-choice question for them to choose!
Finally, Scolari was completely abandoned by Chelsea!
The Blue Army fighters began to play according to the way the madman Mourinho once gave them. Scolari's set of things called "beautiful football" lost the trust of the goalkeepers!
Football, at this moment, does not need beauty, but blood!It is fatal! !
On the field, when the end of the game is coming, the two core players of the Blue Army performed the last trace of Chelsea's tenacity and glory——
Nicknamed [Iron Man] and [Magic Lamp], Frank Lampard almost gave up his last trace of dignity as a top star for his team. With his red eyes, he crawled and rolled in six or seven seconds to shovel the football at the feet of Newcastle's four defenders...
This scene stunned countless fans!
Finally, under Lampard's crazy tackle, David Thornton made a mistake, and Lampard got the football...
At this time, the referee had already put the whistle in his mouth...
"Didier, it's up to you..."
With all the strength in his body, Lampard sent the football away...
And this pass obviously exhausted the last ounce of strength of the so-called "Iron Man". Less than [-] seconds after the football left the instep, Lampard fell to the ground exhausted, and there were bursts of twitching and unbearable pain in the thigh and sole of the foot...
Iron Man cramp!
However, Lampard, who fell to the ground, was still staring at the football flying towards Drogba!
This ball must be scored!
Because, at this time, a mere goal is tied to the dignity of Chelsea, the dignity of the Stamford Bridge Stadium in North London, and the dignity of every senior, teammate, and even opponent who has struggled and been proud of that stadium...
It is also related to the dignity of the thousands of fans who never give up sitting on the scene or sitting in front of the TV to cheer for the team in every game!
Goal for us, Didier!
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Drogba received the pass from Lampard ten meters away from the arc of the penalty area, which is 40 meters away from the Newcastle goal...
Even more deadly, he took the ball with his back!
In such a situation, Drogba has taken the ball countless times in the whole game, but since the man standing on the sidelines changed Newcastle's tactical formation, no matter what method he uses, he can't hit the damn Newcastle goal again...
A kind of magical power makes Chelsea's offensive become weak every time it reaches the opponent's penalty area. No matter how the "Drogbas" break through, how they pass the ball, how hard they try...they can't cause any threat to the opponent's goal!
Those four young defenders formed a natural moat that the blue army would never be able to cross!
How to do?
Since you can't cross it, then use the most violent way to tear him apart! !
"Give me in!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
[Warcraft] Didier Drogba suddenly roared loudly. With his body facing away from the goal, he tapped the football with his knees, and then unbelievably used the terrifying power of his waist and abdomen to spin suddenly, driving the supporting foot like a huge black top. His right foot, which was deeply planted on the lawn, instantly brought out a piece of shocking black soil on the grass...
At this moment, the muscles of Drogba's whole body were tense, and through the blue team uniform that was tightly attached to his body due to sweat, he could faintly see the perfect muscles like a knife and an axe...
Taking the heel of his left foot as the axis, and turning his body 180 degrees, Drogba's right leg was like a big black iron ax shining with a black cold light, slashing at the football that was spinning and landing...
boom!
The white football turned into a brilliant shooting star! !
This sudden violent action caused Gago and Steven Taylor, who were defending Drogba closely, to be bounced away by a huge force, unable to stop the shot of [Bloodthirsty Warcraft] at all...
In an instant, the football shone brighter than the stars, and it shot through the gate of Newcastle in an instant. Even the white net was shot high and collapsed into a big hole. Several white wires broke instantly, and the goal post let out a squeaking scream...
The power of one shot is so majestic!
Great beast!
Brave Warcraft!
As a result, the boiling mountain James Stadium fell into silence. Lampard, who was exhausted and cramped in the distance, finally let out a sigh of relief, while Drogba himself fell directly on the lawn due to the inertia of shooting, kneeling on his knees and supporting himself with his hands, obviously exhausted...
This ball has exhausted all his energy!
force--
The referee's whistle finally sounded...
The game is over!
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