Midfielder

Chapter 300

Ronaldinho's dribbling in the front court was again strangled by Makelele and Thiago. The Brazilian was caught in the double-team and could not play any earth-shattering feints. In this very direct physical confrontation, he was knocked away by the Frenchman who was like a plaster and fell directly on the grass.

Ronaldinho, who fell to the ground, roared loudly at Collina. He thought it was a damn defensive foul, but the Italian bald man did not give any expression. Similarly, Makelele, who did not hear the referee's whistle, would not pay attention to the other party's protest. He passed the ball directly to Thiago on the side.

Thiago, who received the ball, did not hesitate at all. His vision as an organizer played a role at this time. A precise long pass directly found Robben who was inserted on the wing. The Dutchman had been holding back for a long time. Now he felt the feeling of full acceleration. He began to run desperately on the wing.

Although Belletti pulled Robben's clothes from behind, the Dutchman's sprinting speed was so amazing that he almost shook off Belletti's pull with a sudden force. He accelerated madly and cut in unstoppably. Robben's surging rush on the wing made all the Catalans feel frightened, because their already fragile defense was on the verge of collapse after being attacked by the opponent.

The wing was lost! Before the Spanish commentator roared loudly, Robben had completed another overtaking. Facing Puyol who came from the wing to defend, he did not hesitate at all. He kicked the ball hard and did not give Puyol a chance to foul. He rushed straight forward, leaving Puyol who was obviously one step slower.

Oleg, the guy who had ruined the whole game, could not become the savior at this time. When he was ready to knock Robben down, the Dutchman had already completed the pass. The football went through Oleg's crotch and was directly stuffed into the penalty area. The scene Oleg saw when he turned around made him even more collapsed.

Lin Yi and Lampard didn't know when they got into the penalty area, and this time they were just a standard double ghost knocking on the door. Although Albertini and Deco were responsible for marking them, could anyone stop them from doing anything at this time? I'm afraid God couldn't do it either.

The two guys almost slid along the grass at the same time, and Deco and Albertini beside them could only try to interfere with them in the same way.

But these four guys kicked the football at the same time, which made Valdes on the goal line completely confused.

How to save? Who to save? This guy didn't know how to move anymore, and could only watch it all happen passively.

Rijkaard had already turned around on the sidelines. At this moment, his expression was desperate, and there was a kind of unwilling helplessness in his eyes, but he couldn't stand on the field to decide everything at this moment.

This is no longer the era when he dominated the green field, and Chelsea now is not something that he, a "black swan", can handle. This damn game was not under his control from the beginning, and it was even more so at this moment.

The football hit the net, and the five men all fell into it together, and the scene was extremely embarrassing.

But who cares about these? Goal! GOAL!!! Lineker's roar once again aroused the fans' nerves.

Goal! Chelsea scored another goal! Now they have firmly grasped the ticket to the quarterfinals!

Every corner of Stamford Bridge was shaking because of such roars, including Abramovich in his VIP box. This guy didn't care that there was a Florentino next to him. The Russian had drunk the two bottles of red wine next to him. He just wanted to continue to toast to this crazy game!

What is passion? This is a passionate night! No one can stop Chelsea's cheers!

"Mr. Florentino, this is my Chelsea, it will definitely become the best club in Europe!"

Abramovich's shouting was not so pleasing, especially his English with a slight accent.

But Florentino has understood one thing at this moment. In the eyes of this Russian and most Chelsea fans, the current Blues are indestructible. Anyone who tries to poach them will end up in failure.

His purpose of coming to London this time is impossible to achieve. Although his money can complete the acquisition in many places, in front of a guy who is also not short of money, this time he may really hit a wall.

And the performance of that crazy boy also conquered all Chelsea fans. If you want to take him away, then the biggest resistance may not come from Chelsea Club, but from these crazy English fans.

If he doesn't want to find a death notice with a bullet in the mailbox when he wakes up tomorrow morning, then Florentino knows that he'd better pack up and get ready to go back to Madrid.

It's just that Lin Yi's wonderful performance made Florentino a little jealous. Now 50 million can't complete this acquisition. I don't know how much cash this guy will let the buyer pay in one or two years.

Florentino now really regrets why he was slow to act. Not only in terms of competition, but also in terms of economy, he let a big fish go. I really don’t know who Real Madrid should rely on to support the facade in the post-Zidane era. Maybe what the old man needs to consider now is how to be re-elected.

This is a serious matter for him. With no hope of winning the league championship and the Champions League on thin ice, this is really a painful moment. Alas, the Galacticos seems to be slowly sinking.

"Maybe this new club will be a very scary opponent for us in the future." This is what Florentino said to the people around him when he left the VIP box.

Maybe this crazy game has made him discover the horror of Chelsea. A team that can beat Barcelona so crazily is definitely a terrifying opponent. I hope he won’t really run into them next time.

If unfortunately, I don’t know if Real Madrid has the ability to overturn them. You know, the black-haired kid made a big fuss at the Bernabeu last season. Don’t stage that kind of madness again.

This kind of communication between high-level people has nothing to do with ordinary fans. They are just cheering for the goal.

No one knows who kicked Chelsea's fourth goal into the goal. Anyway, when replaying the slow-motion footage, you can only see that four people kicked the ball, and it is unknown whether it is an own goal.

Valdés also forgot the most basic save action because of such an embarrassing scene. He just watched four feet push the ball and himself into the goal, and then the Chelsea people began to cheer.

Lampard and Lin Yi, who were rolling in the net, almost rolled and crawled out of the goal, and then the two guys started running around the field like crazy. Every move of theirs could lead the cheers of Stamford Bridge to a new peak, and the fans followed them and roared together.

"We are the best team in Europe!" After running a full circle, Lin Yi ran towards Mourinho, panting. When he ran in front of Mourinho, he shouted wildly at the highest volume.

"We are the best." That's right, kid, we are the best in Europe, no one can surpass us.

Mourinho threw his coat and suit at this time, hugging these beast-like guys fiercely.

Although Barcelona players kept protesting the rationality of this goal, Collina pointed his finger firmly at the arc of the center circle. He recognized this goal in this way, and the score on the field has been rewritten again.

It doesn't matter who scored the goal, because when there were more than ten minutes left in the game, Chelsea was already leading 4-2, and the short time left Barcelona with only endless melancholy and helplessness.

This goal not only rewrote the score, but also defeated the courage of Barcelona, ​​including those screaming Barcelona fans who seemed to be suddenly deflated after Chelsea scored the fourth goal.

Rijkaard still stood straight on the sidelines, and he did not stop shouting at the players, but he looked so haggard in the camera at this moment, and he was not as energetic as at the beginning of the second half.

Compared with the cheering Chelsea fans around the stadium, the Barcelona bench seemed so quiet.

Ten Cate, who had been jumping around since the start of the second half, was silent at this time. He sat in his seat like a dull man, looking up helplessly at the score on the big screen, with a frustrated expression.

But the English TV broadcast camera did not intend to let Ten Cate go. This guy's every move was recorded by the broadcast camera. Maybe this guy will become a joke for many people in post-match discussions.

After falling behind by two goals, there was not much time left in the game, and even the strongest players could not cheer up.

Although they were still attacking desperately in the last ten minutes, and even Eto'o's shot hit the post, the final outcome did not change at all. They just lost this peak showdown.

When Collina's final whistle broke through the sky above Stamford Bridge, it seemed that the whole city of London had been shaken.

Countless Chelsea fans have gathered in the bar, in the stadium, and even outside the stadium. Although this is just a battle for Chelsea to enter the quarterfinals, this game is so thrilling from beginning to end.

"This is an unforgettable night. Chelsea and Barcelona have joined forces to present us with a wonderful game. Perhaps this game can be called the most classic game in Europe this season, without a doubt."

After Lineker finished commentating the game, he found that even his shirt was soaked, because he didn't know how long he had been shouting during the game. Anyway, he could feel his throat burning.

"I don't know if I still have the energy to comment on the weekend game. I hope I can still speak tomorrow morning."

Lineker is not the only one who feels this way. The fans in the stadium are even more desperate than him. From before the game started to the moment the game ended, they kept shouting for Chelsea.

But no one would regret that their voices had become hoarse. At the end of the game, their roars were constantly raising waves, especially when the Chelsea players ran to the stands.

Lin Yi's name was called the most, but the boy's smile made everyone happy.

"Hey! This is your night!" Lampard hugged Lin Yi's shoulders and shouted at the boy.

"NO, this is Chelsea's night!" Lin Yi shouted loudly to everyone, and he got the response of more than a dozen tough guys and more than 30,000 fans.

This is Chelsea's night! ! ! No one can stop them from rushing to the Champions League trophy! ! !

(It seems that the Celtics are indeed a little weak against teams with strong inside lines. This is the sequelae of letting Perkins go. Without this tough coolie, it is really not that powerful...)

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