Midfielder

Cheers and shouts, Lin Yi is lying on the turf now, unwilling to move anymore. A sprint across the entire field has exhausted all his remaining energy. Now he just wants to stay on the turf quietly and listen. Cheers all around, damn, we're finally ahead again.

As for who scored the goal, Lin Yi no longer wanted to care. Anyway, when he saw Lampard and Drogba appearing in the penalty area, he already knew that unless God could possess him immediately Dida's body, otherwise no one can turn defeat into victory in a game like this.

Even if Dida's performance throughout the second half was perfect, he couldn't prevent the goal from happening.

What's more, the cheers that had already sounded around the stands had already let Lin Yi know that the damn goal had finally been scored, finally breaking through the iron wall of AC Milan's defense and giving Chelsea a successful lead again.

A goal scored at the last moment of the game may destroy all the confidence of the opponent.

But now these are no longer Lin Yi's concerns, he just wants to lie on the grass like this.

It doesn't matter who scores the goal, the most important thing is the result, the goal is the most critical point! It is estimated that if the goal had not been scored, Lin Yi would have definitely picked up a submachine gun and directly attacked the three guys. This was a breakthrough that made everyone, including Lin Yi himself, feel crazy.

With such a long-distance high-speed sprint, even if all the wonderful offensive routines in European football this season are reviewed, there may not be a person who can attack like this throughout the entire stadium.

Lin Yi himself didn't expect such a crazy move. At first, he retreated just to stop Kaká's attack. But the moment the football reached his feet, all he could think about was to accelerate and break through! Crazy breakthrough! Break through everyone on the other side's pursuit of you.

Even if Gattuso hadn't been blocked by others and caught up, he would have made such a crazy breakthrough.

This kid had only one idea in his mind at that time, which was to get rid of everyone and hit the goal.

He also succeeded in doing this. All the AC Milan players were left behind by him. Even the three old guys who surrounded him in the end were penetrated by his ghostly pass.

Only when the football was pushed from his feet to the goal, Lin Yi was liberated. He could finally lie on the turf and roar for the team to take the lead again, don't you want to overwhelm us! Come and enjoy it! See who is the final winner! You damn guys!

But now Lin Yi doesn't have the strength to roar. It's now difficult for him to even fight from the turf.

The sprint speed just now was really beyond his usual limit. The moment the pass was passed, he could clearly feel that his legs were weakening and he had no energy to do any more celebrating poses.

The only thing Lin Yi wanted to move now was his hand. Even when his right hand was lying on the turf, he didn't feel at ease. He raised his index finger high, the only thing! I am the only master of this game! This game ends at this moment! The championship trophy belongs to me!

At this moment, Lin Yi could feel that his heart was almost beating out of his throat. This was his craziest breakthrough. The speed and the fierce kicking during the impact had already made his whole body boil. Now he just wants to yell at the Italian fans who have been shouting.

"This game does not belong to you! What a fucking traditional giant! When you stand on the pitch, I will beat you immediately! Chelsea is the final champion! Damn tradition! Come on, see who the fuck is Come on, you self-righteous guys!"

However, Lin Yi didn't maintain this look for long, because the group of beasts from Chelsea had already pounced on him crazily, with their excited and deformed faces roaring loudly at the boy, "You damn boy. ! We are already in the lead! We will be the final champion!”

Guys like Lampard and Terry pressed down on Lin Yi with no sense of humanity. Now Lin Yi no longer thinks about how to pose. He just wants to drive a forklift and shovel these beasts from the ground. Let's go, these bitches know that they are almost exhausted and are still tormenting people like this.

"Hey, you scumbags! Get up! I'm about to be crushed to death by you!", but Lin Yi's voice could only attract more people to join the ranks of ravaging him, including the guys on the bench. It has pounced on him inhumanely, this. . . It was a complete and utter murder.

Crazy celebrations, shouts for such a classic goal, even Cech took off his gloves and ran from the goal. Do you expect anyone to not act crazy? Look at these guys, they are completely excited about their team taking the lead again.

This is not a decisive victory, but their goals have gradually extinguished the fire of hope in the eyes of the AC Milan players. Now it is estimated that no one can ignite the opponent's passion to win the game again. Lin Yi's crazy attack this time is like It was a basin of cold water that had extinguished the other party's enthusiasm.

"You can always create fucking miracles!" This time, not only the players, but also coaches like Brito have rushed to the court to join in the fun. After being made nervous by the opponent, they wanted to have a release. Chance, and Lin Yi's shot has given them a huge relief.

This was a thrilling feeling of walking from the edge of hell. You know, just a minute ago, all the Chelsea players were clenching their fists and watching the opponent's bombardment in front of their goal. They were afraid that if they persisted to the last minute of the game, the opponent's attack would defeat them.

There was really a moment when they felt a little desperate, and the football almost went into the net.

Carvalho and Terry's two consecutive rescues in front of the goal seemed to test everyone's nerves. Even Mourinho couldn't help but clench his hands tightly when he stood on the sidelines.

When Kaka was about to receive the ball, the guys on the bench even closed their eyes. They really didn't want to be defeated by the opponent at the last moment, but less than a minute later, they saw their teammates' crazy attack overwhelm the opponent's goal.

Some people didn't even know what happened at the time. When they reacted, Lin Yi had already flown across the half court and completed a great performance under the opponent's blockade.

That's right, this is a great performance. Now maybe only great can describe Lin Yi's crazy breakthrough. Everyone is also raising their hands for his crazy performance.

Worship, really worship. If the game is not over, maybe someone will worship Lin Yi once. There is no way. That kid is just like God at that moment.

The moment when Lin Yi's pass penetrated the three people's siege and flew directly to the front of the goal, everyone rushed out of the bench. When the football rolled into the net, you can't expect these overly frightened guys to not be so excited. At this moment, they are just about to lift Lin Yi up and throw him directly into the air.

"Lin Yi! Lin Yi! You are the greatest guy!" Such cheers began to sound from all around the stands. Countless people worshipped Lin Yi, and some Chelsea fans even shed tears, but it doesn't matter. Those are not sad tears, but they finally saw the team leading again.

Chelsea, a club that has never won a European championship, now finally sees the possibility of winning the highest honor in Europe. I guess no one will not be excited, including Abramovich in the VIP seat, who has taken off his expensive suit and thrown it down from the stands.

To hell with the rules! Nothing in this world is eternal. Your giants can dominate the Champions League, so from now on, we Chelsea can do the same.

See! This is Chelsea's response. We are not only winners in the transfer market.

Now we are also winners on the football field. Look at the score on the big screen! 3 to 2!

We Chelsea are the leading side! We are the winners in this game! This is a fact that no one can change! Now there are a few minutes, and Chelsea will lift the first Champions League!

There is no need to control your emotions at this time. Chelsea has already stood in the position of the winner. Who will care about the eyes and opinions of the people around them? To hell, what is needed at this moment is to vent! Abramovich now just wants to run to the sidelines to celebrate this goal with his teammates.

A minute ago, he was still on tenterhooks, but a minute later, he could celebrate like crazy.

This Russian man has now experienced what a roller coaster feeling is like, but the release after the heavy pressure is not something that ordinary people can experience, it's so cool!

The Russian tycoon didn't care what the people around him thought of him. As long as he could win, everything didn't matter. Now he really wanted to see Berlusconi's expression, but the Italian Prime Minister didn't seem to give him this opportunity. He had left his seat in advance after Chelsea scored.

No one knew what he was going to do, but looking at his back, he didn't seem so open-minded. Although he couldn't be angry, he must be very annoyed that the team was led by the opponent at the last moment.

This was a rare opportunity for him to be present at the scene, but now he had to let the prime minister face such an embarrassing situation. No wonder this guy chose to leave early. Maybe he would mutter a few Italian national curses when he left. I hope he can have a good night.

Now Abramovich just wants to send the other party off like this. The old overlord who once relied on AC Milan for glory finally saw the power of the latecomer at this moment. Maybe he should review everything he has done for the team in the past few years. His era as the boss is passing away little by little.

Chelsea will usher in a new era, with strong funds and a group of crazy players.

Win, win! Victory is the feeling that the Russian tycoon enjoys the most, and he needs more enjoyment.

Kenyon may not celebrate like Abramovich on the side. He may have enjoyed such success in Manchester United, but at this moment he cares more about the perfect performance of Lin Yi.

"It seems that Florentino's decision to buy him for 50 million pounds is not a loss-making one. The kid is worth much more than that number. One time? Two times? God, who can tell me how much the kid is worth? Maybe even money can't measure his value."

Kenyon is probably not the only one who thinks this way. When Mendes saw Lin Yi's crazy performance, he must be glad that he drove hundreds of kilometers to see the kid.

I picked up a crazy kid who is now worth tens of millions on the street. I don’t know if it is God’s favor to that kid or God’s favor to me. Maybe it is God’s deliberate arrangement.

Who would have thought that a wild kid on the street could make such a big wave in European football?

Maybe only Lin Yi never doubted that he would succeed, and there was a crazy kid standing on the sidelines and himself who firmly believed that this kid would win everything, but Mendes didn’t expect him to win so crazy.

Now the only one who didn’t raise his hand to celebrate may be Mourinho. At this moment, he didn’t join the crowd of celebrations. He knew that the game was not over yet. There were only a few minutes before the referee blew the whistle to end the game. He didn’t want the opponent to use this last chance to launch a Jedi counterattack.

Mourinho grabbed Parker in the noisy crowd and explained the task to him in the shortest way, "Replace Ferreira, strengthen the defense on the wing, and then tell Drogba and Lampard to retreat, leaving only Lin Yi in the midfield and Robben in the frontcourt to counterattack."

There were only a few minutes left in the game, and Mourinho needed to set up an iron bucket formation to trap the opponent. When the opponent might make a desperate attempt, Mourinho did not want the game to be dragged into overtime. With a one-goal advantage, even if the crowd piled up in front of the goal, we must firmly hold on to the advantage!

But Mourinho's calmness will not affect the cheers of the fans. Now the stunned Italians are the most refreshing picture for the English. These guys were ready to cheer for Kaka's goal, but now they can only watch Lin Yi go crazy again.

"Italians! See! You don't have the final say in this damn game! We are the final winners! Save your cheers! This night doesn't belong to you!" Such crazy voices were heard one after another in the stands, without a moment of rest.

Even Lineker had taken off his headphones at this time, and stood in front of the broadcast with the microphone and Schiller, shouting for Lin Yi with their passionate voices, "GOAL!!! This is simply a perfect attack! Lin Yi ran at least 80 meters away!"

"Oh my God, listen to the crazy shouts in the stadium, tens of thousands of English fans are shouting Lin Yi's name, now he is the master of this stadium, no one can replace his role on the field! This is the role of a genius! Great Lin Yi!"

At this time, it is probably not an exaggeration to use any words to compliment Lin Yi. Those Chelsea supporters will only feel that you don't respect Lin Yi enough. That kid is not only a fucking genius, but at that moment just now, he is simply the God on the field. He is simply an omnipotent guy!

One person, killed a line of defense, started from the front of the goal after saving the danger, God, what a crazy scene, he almost used his own strength to get rid of all the defenders of the opponent, and then calmly completed an assist, this can only be done by a madman.

That's right! That guy is a madman! But Chelsea fans just like to see such a madman wreaking havoc on the court! Listen, at least half of the people in the stands are cheering for Lin Yi's performance, they are all lost in Lin Yi's intoxicating performance this time.

Including some Italian fans have been impressed by this kid's performance, they also put away the banner that satirized Lin Yi. At this moment, the banner looks so idiotic and dazzling. Who can still deny the role of that kid on the court? Such a performance, who can still deny him?

Sacchi could only watch this scene speechlessly in front of the broadcast booth. Maybe this old guy will never want to comment on Lin Yi's game from today, because the kid slapped him hard three times.

More fierce than the last time, every time when Sacchi tried to call Chelsea or Lin Yi bad, the boy would tell the die-hard old guy with cruel facts that you should shut up!

There were only a few minutes left for AC Milan. Even if the Spanish referee would add more than three minutes of extra time, there was not much time left for them to equalize the score. Moreover, the faces of these Italians were already full of dejection, including Gattuso.

Only Ancelotti had not given up. He was still deploying troops and trying to equalize the score.

This fat guy was still yelling at his players on the sidelines. He was cheering them up, but God had not left him much time. He was sliding into the abyss.

Especially when he saw Mourinho adjusting the back line and letting the entire Chelsea team start to retreat, Ancelotti knew that maybe the last few minutes left for him could only allow him to save a little of the so-called dignity of the traditional strong team. Still thinking about equalizing the score? That was simply dreaming!

In the five-minute decisive battle, when AC Milan's somewhat desperate charge hit Chelsea's iron wall again and again, the Italian fans could only sigh helplessly.

When the Spanish referee finally blew the whistle to end the game after four minutes of extra time.

The whole stadium burst out with the voices of the English, who were shouting passionately.

"Champions! Champions! We are the champions!" After running the last few steps, Lin Yi stood there, closed his eyes, opened his hands, and listened to the voices that filled the stands around him.

The top of Europe... A wild boy conquered it again...

Maybe the Italians will be unhappy, but no one can change the fact that Lin Yi is the conqueror of Istanbul on this night...