"GOAL!!!!!"
"Lin smashed Mourinho's bus like a battering ram and scored the ball into Chelsea's goal! How many defenders can withstand such destructive power?
The Mourinho-style defense that Mourinho was proud of was shattered after persisting in front of Lin for forty minutes. Lin crushed their defense in a way that Chelsea people are most familiar with! I wonder if Drogba was watching this game, and if so, would he think of himself when he was younger? "
"Drogba has never been so awesome, right?"
"Young man, if you don't want to watch the video, you can go watch the highlights. Do you think the cry of Warcraft is for nothing?"
"The destructive power and impact of God are not enough to describe it, right?"
"Ramirez and Lampard are acceptable, but even Ivanovic can run over, I can't understand it..."
Lin Yun rushed to the sidelines and sat cross-legged, as if the peerless ferocious beast just now was just his illusion, and now this quiet and beautiful man was his true self.
Mourinho, who was shouting excitedly just now, suddenly became quiet. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the field, expressionless like a sculpture. Wenger on the other side just stood there and applauded gently, as if he had never heard of it. From the beginning to the end, there was no doubt that his team could tie the score.
The game continued, and Chelsea, who had been equalized, did not launch a counterattack. Instead, Arsenal was unreasonable and continued to suppress the Blues.
Lin Yun received special attention, and Cahill and David Luiz were like mistresses who came to ask for living expenses from a scumbag. They were completely dependent on him.
As soon as his side was locked, Arsenal's offense fell into confusion. Although it seemed to be full of flowers and seemed to be able to penetrate the Blues' door at any time, in fact, as soon as the ball reached the Chelsea penalty area, all kinds of bastard punches began. It's not blind. A kick is just a pass to the goal.
Wenger frowned and couldn't help but look back at his bench.
I saw my Mr. Fifty Million sitting there quietly, his eyes constantly scanning the situation on the field.
Unlike other people who only follow the football, Modric sees the whole.
The movements of his own forwards, the defensive layout of the opponent's defenders, and even the timing and habits of his own defenders to advance, everything was quickly figured out in his mind.
Giroud next to him hit him with his knee, and Modric suddenly woke up from a dream and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
Giroud quickly tilted his head to signal, and Modric saw Wenger looking at him lovingly.
He quickly stood up and came to Wenger's side, "What's wrong, BOSS?"
"Do you see clearly?"
"Almost," Modric said, "I'm ready, BOSS."
Wenger nodded and raised his chin at Giroud, who immediately ran over.
"I will send you up in the second half to show them how powerful you are..."
"Wenger called Modric and Giroud to the sidelines. It seems that Arsenal will change their style of play in the second half. There are still three minutes left before the end of the first half, plus injury time, about five minutes, I don't know. Will the score change?"
"Arsenal has an absolute advantage in possession of the ball, while Chelsea's counterattack is very powerful. The characteristics of the two armies are very distinct...Chelsea's counterattack is here again! Hazard is very active today, and the old Rosicky has nothing to do with him!"
Rosicky is known as the Mozart on the court. Even his tackles are elegant and graceful, but unfortunately they are useless and Hazard dodges them with a flick.
Schürrle quickly stepped forward to support from the other side, and Torres had already run into the penalty area, but Hazard continued to dribble the ball in as if he didn't see them.
Compared with Lin Yun, who only knows how to run rampant, the Belgian is as nimble as an elf, dexterously shuttling through Arsenal's penalty area.
Seeing that this kid was about to break through the last layer of defense, Arteta, who was catching up from behind, quickly caught up from the side and fell to the ground decisively for a sliding tackle.
The football was shoveled out by him, and Hazard fell to the ground.
Mertesacker quickly made a big save, while others looked at the referee.
The referee said nothing. He looked up at the football flying away, sighed, and chased it away again.
Mourinho's eyes widened on the sidelines, and like an electrocuted rabbit, he suddenly jumped up from the coaching bench and rushed towards the fourth official.
"This is... a foul! Didn't you see it?!"
The fourth official shook his head and turned around, keeping his sight out of sight.
"Do you think that nothing happened with such an obvious red card? This is a penalty! Penalty! You are murdering a game!"
The fourth official shook his head again, his mouth seemed to be sticky with 502, and he didn't even want to say "no" to him.
The tackle was so clean that even Hazard who was tackled and Torres who witnessed it didn't make any noise. He couldn't imagine why Mourinho was so excited.
"It's happening again, it's all the referee's fault!"
"Excuses for losing have arrived, please check them carefully."
"Let me tell you something, Mu Niao was indeed beaten quite miserably in many cases..."
"But is there something wrong with the ball? If Hazard doesn't dive, it will be considered a mercy of the referee."
The ball that was released fell into Chelsea's half. Lampard and Wilshere jumped up to fight for it, but Cazorla finally took advantage of it.
One thing to say, apart from Lin Yun, among the Arsenal players on the field, Cazorla is actually the most talented. His right wing is also the area where Arsenal creates the most opportunities today.
Ashley Cole rushed forward and responded with a vicious sliding tackle.
Cazorla easily pulled the ball to avoid it, but also missed the fast break opportunity and could only pass the ball to the center to reorganize the attack.
Rosicky took two steps forward and pushed hard with the inside of his right foot towards the football coming from him.
The football quickly rolled to the right side of the Chelsea penalty area.
Walcott accelerated to catch up and completed an awkward cross while running at high speed.
Lin Yun rushed forward and jumped high. Just as he was about to head the ball towards the goal, two huge forces came from the left and right sides, pulling him down hard.
"...Walcott passed the ball, Lin Yun, Cahill and Lewis fought for the top, and the three of them fell into a ball!"
"Look at the slow motion... first look at Hazard's ball just now, oh, Arteta's action was very clean, he kicked the football first, Hazard hit his leg himself, the penalty didn't exist... ...Look at Lin Yun again, huh? Lewis and Cahill have very obvious pulling moves on their hands! David Luiz is ready to hang on Lin Yun! But the referee still didn't say anything!"
"The fans on both sides are very dissatisfied, and today's referee team was very controversial..."
As Arsenal's attack was fruitless, the first half of the game came to an end, and the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 1-1.
At the beginning of the second half, Wenger immediately replaced Modric and Giroud.
Going down are Wilshere and Rosicky.
"Modric and Wilshere should have made opposite substitutions, and Rosicky and Giroud...Wenger played a defensive midfielder and a forward! Although Rosicky was completely beaten by Hazard in the first half, he couldn't Just leave it undefended, right?"
The major commentators complained about Wenger's botched substitutions. Hazard also believed that his chance had come. After getting the ball, he rushed straight into Arsenal's defense along the center.
Several defenders stood ready.
The pressure they faced in this game was no less than that of their counterparts on the opposite side, and most of it was brought about by this kid.
It's so special that you can pass it!
You must know that they are people who have faced Boss Mei directly, but they still feel extremely tricky when facing Hazard.
The expected scene of the entire defense line being shaken by Hazard did not appear.
Modric, who just came on the field, did not stay quietly in the midfield, but quickly returned to defense when Hazard got the ball.
As soon as Hazard was about to enter the penalty area, Modric rushed up from behind him and gave him a friendly tackle.
Even Mourinho was embarrassed to jump up after this tackle.
"...Modric quickly returned to defense and made a clean side sliding tackle! It's time for Arsenal to counterattack again!"
Modric kicked the ball to Arteta, and then ran wildly, directly from the top of his own penalty area to the top of the opponent's penalty area.
The football was passed to Cazorla by Arteta, and Cazorla moved to the center. After being intercepted by Lampard, he hit the ball to Walcott on the left.
Walcott did not take the ball forward, but quickly knocked it to Modric.
Arsenal's entire offensive line was very clear. Mourinho suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He walked to the sidelines in a few steps and just stared at Modric who was about to catch the ball.
Oscar, who played the game as if it were a decoration, quickly stood in front of Modric, ready to steal the ball at any time, but unexpectedly, as soon as the football came in front of him, Modric suddenly kicked the ball away.
Flirting with the outside instep!
The football almost missed Oscar's right ear and flew out, drawing a weird arc and falling to the left side of Chelsea's small penalty area.
Lin Yun had been walking slowly, walking in the penalty area with two personal guards, but the moment Modric was about to receive the ball, he suddenly started, turned around to get rid of Cahill, and made another emergency stop to let Lewis pass, and then Rushed to the left side of the small penalty area.
When the people arrive, the ball arrives.
The football fell, Lin Yun stretched out his bow and arrow, and hit the football hard with his left foot.
Beautiful volley!
The elegant and free-spirited posture and the fierce and arrogant shooting were perfectly integrated at this moment and turned into a world-famous painting in the UEFA Super Cup.
"boom!"
Mourinho's upper body jerked back as if he had been hit.
He didn't even bother to look at the result, so he cursed and turned back to the coaching bench.
Cech did make a beautiful save, but unfortunately it was only his posture.
His body had been stretched to the limit and he felt like he had blocked the entire right side of the goal, but the football still flew into the goal from above his palm as if it were a navigation system.
2-1.
Magic Flute and Lin Huang are connected for the first time, and the scenery is endless.
(End of chapter)
