Chapter 104

Chelsea chose to advance slowly this time. When the football was passed to the frontcourt and Gerrard stepped forward to steal the ball, Cole directly kicked off the spot and shot a long shot towards the Liverpool goal.

Reina pounced and held the football directly under his body. Then, Reina threw the football to Arbeloa. Arbeloa dribbled the ball forward for a few meters and then passed the football diagonally to Kuyt. After receiving the ball, It broke into the right side of Chelsea's penalty area and passed the ball. Carvalho made a successful clearance in time and the ball came to Chelsea's feet again.

Twelve minutes before the end of the first half, the ball was playing back and forth in Chelsea's backcourt. Liverpool head coach Raphael, who was standing on the sidelines, quickly turned his head and looked at Mourinho: Good guy, are you doing this? Bar? Will you stop complaining after taking the lead? Don't you want to continue practicing your tactics?

In the 43rd minute, Kuyt stole Ashley's pass and was cleared by John Terry after passing in from the right. The football flew directly to Lampard on the left side of the penalty area. Lampard and Kuyt ran towards the football at the same time. But in the end, Kuyt was slightly better, getting ahead of Lampard and shooting directly at the football.

The football flew toward the goal with a "swish" sound. Endritt flew towards the football and pressed the football firmly under his body. Only one thought flashed through his mind: Why is it another low shot?

During the game, Endritt didn't think much, got up and threw the football to Ashley.

This time, the first half ended before the football was pushed into the frontcourt. Kuyt immediately walked towards Gerrard and put his arm around the latter's shoulders.

"You just asked us to keep cumming low. Is there something special about it? Didn't it go in?" After saying this, Kuyt noticed Gerald's unsightly expression. "What's wrong with you? Your face looks so stinky?"

Gerrard shook his head and said nothing. After arriving in the locker room, he took Kuyt and told goalkeeper Reina what he had discovered and his original plan.

"But they seem to be satisfied now, and they don't want to fight for the first ball."

"They are already one goal ahead!" Reina's eyes widened, and his voice cracked, "Isn't this still not enough? All of this is What else do you want if you don't satisfy them? No, what do you want? You don't want me to be like Endrit, right?"

In fact, Kuyt didn't think so, but after hearing what Reiner said, , he couldn't help but put his eyes on Reina, "Do you think it's possible that when the opponent shoots low, you just kick the football out to us..."

Reina snorted with a dark face, "Then what if the opponent shoots low? I scored a goal and we lost the game. You stood up and got scolded for me?"

Reina didn't want to say a word at all. If he was so defensive, it would be easy for the coach to scold him after losing the ball. Liverpool fans caught him. Scolding is the highlight.

Kuyt fell silent, covered his mouth and hid behind Gerrard.

"I don't think so," Gerrard said, but now he was thinking about whether he could cooperate with Reina like that in Liverpool. "That is, if we can't keep up with Chelsea's counterattack speed, , then you have to react faster when making a save, so if you look at the recent training..."

"You were right in front of me and you didn't even react at the time," Reina interrupted Gerrard directly, "I again How can you react? Don't always make too many demands on me, I never want to compare myself with Endrit."

Gerrard was speechless, and coach Rafael walked in at this moment. , clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and then talked about how to play the second half of the game.

The intermission ended quickly. As soon as Gerrard opened the door, he was blown by the cold wind outside. He suddenly sobered up a lot: I will talk about unnecessary thoughts after the game. His most important task now is to help the team in the second half. Even the score, or even go ahead!

"Hey," Endritt reached out to say hello to Gerrard after meeting him in the tunnel. "Are you okay? I feel like you're not in a very good condition today."

Gerrard paused, then immediately sped up. He walked forward without responding to Endrit's words.

"Look, he doesn't care about you," Ashley lightly clicked his tongue and bumped Endrit's shoulder, "Why do you care about him?"

"I don't care about him, he cares about you," Endrit said. Rolling his eyes at Ashley, "I care about you, what about you? Are you just watching the show from the sidelines during the national team training?"

Ashley choked, and then quickly retorted: "It's not just me watching. It's a show, no, it's to observe and guide you in the cooperative training with other people, so John Terry..."

John Terry suddenly jumped forward, not giving Ashley a chance to reach out and grab him.

Ashley had no choice but to turn around and said, "Isn't it the same with Lampard and the others? After all, our cooperation before has been very skillful. Now it's mainly about the cooperation between you and other national team players..."

Gerrard He walked forward, but Kuyt kept a parallel distance from Endrit and the others, neither far nor close. He listened to Endrit and the others. The more he listened, the more the corners of his mouth could not help but rise: Okay, so easy. Lazy atmosphere, is this going to open champagne at halftime? Isn't this giving them Liverpool a chance? Liverpool are the best at making comebacks.

A minute later, the game restarted on the court. Kuyt looked at Chelsea, who had set up a bus directly on the opposite side, and twitched his lips expressionlessly: Ha~

No wonder the atmosphere is so relaxed, you are not prepared to fight in the second half of the relationship!

"Dudududu..."

The game started. Endrit jumped twice on the spot and looked up to where the football was.

Ten minutes later, Endritt jumped on the spot twice more, briefly moving his muscles, and kept his eyes on the football.

Ten minutes later, Endritt walked back and forth in front of the goal, blinked hard a few times, and then stopped for a few seconds before continuing to stare at the football.

In the 76th minute, Kuyt took a long shot directly from the half court. The ball received enough force that the football flew directly into the penalty area and towards the goal.

Endrit stared at the movement of the football with great excitement, ready to take the initiative and jumped up to prepare for the first save of the second half.

But he only took a few steps forward when John Terry jumped up on the spot and blocked the football with his body. Football returned to Chelsea's backcourt. In the desperate eyes of Liverpool fans, Chelsea began their extremely long passing and receiving performance again.

Endrit retreated regretfully, thinking that his bonus would not be significantly reduced due to Chelsea's "only victory" policy from now on, right?

"For Ritter, this is definitely the easiest second half of the game he has ever played." Melville looked at Endritt's regretful face in the camera, "But Ritter doesn't seem to like this ease. , he is eager to complete wonderful saves again and again. "

Yes, this is the fighting spirit flowing in Ritter's bones," Osmond felt that his partner finally said something human, "He is not afraid of challenges at all. He is eager for more exciting games. "

I think it is a very good decision for coach Mourinho to let Ritter take more rest. In the second half of this year, the European Cup and the 2010 South Africa World Cup qualifiers will start one after another. And Ritter will be the key figure in determining the outcome of the European Cup and World Cup qualifiers. He is not only Chelsea's hope, he is also our England's hope."

Osmond hummed slightly, reluctantly agreeing with Melville . Said, "However, Coach Mourinho's decision to let Ritter take more rest is obviously not for the subsequent European Cup and World Cup qualifiers, but from Chelsea's perspective. When they take the lead, they will conserve their physical strength and energy, which can help them win more games in the future." With Chelsea's two upcoming titles largely guaranteed, they are creating a miracle and can't be too cautious."

With fifteen minutes left before the end of the game, Mourinho used up three substitutions at once, replacing Drogba, Lampard and Ballack.

This behavior completely confirmed Osmond's guess, "Chelsea doesn't want their main players to be injured. They are now gathering strength for the final!"

In the injury time, in the 92nd minute, Anel, who had been substituted earlier, Ka wanted to give it a try at the end of the game. He signaled Kalaw, who came on as a substitute for Ballack, to pass the football to him on the left. Kalou did not hesitate and directly raised his foot to pass the ball.

Norwegian player Riise, who was replaced by Rafael in the 62nd minute, suddenly became excited when he saw the scene in front of him. He accelerated his feet, stared at the football and jumped directly, preparing to clear the ball with a header before Anelka.

He jumped up and threw his head directly at the football.

Almost the next second, he heard cheers and boos on the court at the same time. Riise could not restrain the corners of his mouth from rising. After landing, he looked at the Liverpool fans, ready to welcome their cheers.

"Shhh!!!"

What's going on? ! Why are Liverpool fans booing him? ! He's not...eh? Wait, why are Chelsea fans cheering for him?

Riise thought of a possibility. He turned around stiffly and saw their goalkeeper staring at the football lying in the goal, deep in thought.

The subsequent whistle that the goal was valid broke his last vestige of illusion.

"Own goal!"

Melville stood up excitedly in the studio, "It's the own goal I mentioned before the start of the first half! Although the protagonist is not Ritter or Gerrard, this is indeed an own goal! God! Ah, I must buy a lottery ticket after work today!"

Osmond, who was sitting aside, twitched his lips expressionlessly and cursed in his mind: Shit! This guy is so lucky!

On the court, the Chelsea players were very considerate and did not celebrate. The three-minute injury time quickly counted down. The referee stared at the clock and blew the whistle to end the game on time.

Reina immediately grabbed Riise, the culprit who made Chelsea 2:0. Every hair on his head showed his anger, "This game is almost over! The opponent kept setting up the bus in the second half of the game! You How can I prevent you from stabbing me in the back? You just let the ball go into the backcourt, and it doesn’t matter whether it can touch the goal..."

Gerrard sighed and walked in with his teammates with heavy steps. The player tunnel.

Endrit ran happily past him, and Gerald lowered his head and moved slowly.

"What flavor of candy do you like?"

Gerald was stunned and looked up at Endrit who appeared in front of him again.

"What?"

Endrit spread his palms, revealing the candy in his hands, "Please eat it, just leave me a taste you don't like."

Gerald pursed his lips, "Maybe, you want to come Do we play football at Liverpool?"