S: There was a slight mistake in the first two chapters. I forgot that Robben did not play and changed it to Shevchenko.
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"Director Huang, please make a brief comment and analysis on the first half of the game." After the first half of the game, Zhan Jun made an invitation.
Huang Jianxiang took a sip of mineral water, cleared his throat and said: "There is no doubt that this is a very exciting game, and the execution capabilities of both players are very strong."
Huang Jianxiang first set the tone, and then explained: "Actually, Chelsea has won by setting up a bus in the past two years."
"Judging from the data of ball possession rate, Tottenham is significantly higher than Chelsea."
"But Mourinho is a very unique head coach. In his view, meaningless possession of the ball will not only consume more players' physical strength, but also greatly increase the chance of conceding the ball."
"So Chelsea has been pursuing simple offensive tactics in recent years."
"It can be seen from Chelsea's counterattacks in the first half that Chelsea is not without offensive capabilities."
"On the contrary, they are aggressive."
"Once you get a chance to counterattack, you will crush your opponent."
"We can see that in the first half, the physical confrontation that Wang Xiaodong relied on did not appear too many times."
"That's what happened with Chelsea's defensive counterattack."
"First score a goal with thunderous momentum, and then execute the coach's defensive tactics well."
"We can see that even offensive players like Drogba returned to their own penalty area several times to participate in headers."
"It can be seen from this point that Chelsea is a team with a strong cohesion ability."
Speaking of this, Huang Jianxiang took another sip of mineral water.
"Tottenham also used the coach's tactics."
"It's just that Chelsea's goal came too suddenly, and many Tottenham players haven't reacted yet."
"I guess being behind is definitely not the first plan for Tottenham. It's just that plan B was activated in the first 2 minutes. This is not something that most players can accept quickly."
"Of course, Wang Xiaodong's shot in the middle of the first half is still a highlight of this game."
"It can be seen from several replays of Wang Xiaodong holding the ball that the young Chinese player began to try to hold the ball longer."
"This also means that his long-range shots and passes will be selected after a long period of thinking to select the best target and route, thereby posing a greater threat to the opponent."
"Another point worthy of attention is that Chelsea's goalkeeper Petr Cech incredibly performed as well as he did before the injury after putting on a helmet and returning."
"Save, save twice..."
"It seems that last year's injury did not dampen the Czech's fighting spirit. When he returned to the court, he became a new fighter!"
"Judging from his performance in the first half, I am very much looking forward to the showdown between him and Wang Xiaodong in the second half."
Huang Jianxiang evaluated the performance of both teams in one breath, allowing the fans in front of the TV to have a deeper understanding of the two teams.
In any case, the two people's live broadcast is more aimed at fans in East Asia. The Chinese here have always supported Wang Xiaodong.
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"Keep your heads up, how can you be so virtuous?" In the locker room, Robbie Keane smiled and patted each player on the shoulder. "We played well in the first half, but we just had bad luck. No matter it was offensive It was defense, the luck was on their side in the first half.”
With the encouragement of Robbie Keane, all Tottenham generals raised their heads and regained their fighting spirit.
"Don't worry kids, actually we are not in a hurry to attack." Martin Joel saw the players raising their heads again and said confidently: "Robbie is right, we are just unlucky. That’s it. There are still 45 minutes left in the second half, let us slowly pierce the opponent’s turtle shell..."
The players sat upright and listened to the head coach's instructions.
"First of all, Chelsea is leading by one goal. Their tactics are very obvious, which is to defend this goal. So in the second half, we will still have more time to control the ball." When Martin Joel said this, he called Wang Xiaodong's name. , "Dong, you have already won the League Cup, and this game is also a practice opportunity for you."
"It's true that you are a defensive midfielder, but today's situation requires you to not only be a midfielder, but sometimes you also have to serve as an offensive midfielder."
"Don't be too anxious when in possession of the ball. There were several shots in the first half and you can obviously pass the ball to teammates who are in better positions."
"Can't you control the ball? Or are you afraid of being intercepted by your opponent?"
"It can be seen from that crotch pass that you have developed your foot skills very well. You have enough time and space to control the ball, and then choose the most appropriate time to pass it to the most threatening teammate. "
"Dong, when it comes to controlling the ball, you need to build more confidence."
"Boss, I understand. I will try my best to assist as many as possible in the second half." After falling behind by one goal, Wang Xiaodong lost his temper.
"No, no, no." Martin Joel shook his head, "On the contrary, I want you to shoot more goals in the second half. In other words, the team needs your long-range shots to equalize the score."
Wang Xiaodong is a player with strong execution ability, but referring to and understanding tactics is not what he is good at.
"Boss, I don't understand. What do you mean..."
"What the coach means is that you should pass more threatening balls, so that the opponent's ability to guard your long-range shots will be weaker, and you can find opportunities to shoot." Berbatov explained.
"Yes, Beba is right." Martin Joel nodded.
"Chelsea's defense was just too tight."
“Whether it’s on the wing or in the box, there’s a lot of defenders.”
"No matter how delicate you play, how good the ball is, there are so many defenders, it will be difficult for the forward in the penalty area to score the ball even if he gets it."
"Long shots are different."
Martin Joel said this and drew a circle on the blackboard.
"Dong, your shooting range is very large, and the team needs your long-range support."
"And we can also create free kicks in this area, I'm sure you will find opportunities, right?"
Wang Xiaodong nodded, "I'm really confident that I can hit these positions."
"That's it." Martin Joel snapped his fingers. "Next, we have to make plans for Chelsea's counterattack."
As he spoke, the Dutch coach drew a circle on each of the numbers represented by the two Blues members.
"No. 26 and No. 8, these two people must not let him take a shot when Chelsea is defensive and counterattacking."
Martin Joel drew highlights for Terry and Lampard.
"Players who are next to these two people when switching from offense to defense should pay more attention. Even if they don't defend in time, they can't let them take action easily."
"I can even give you permission to take some unconventional measures."
"Like in the NBA?" Lennon raised his hand and spoke.
"That's right, just like in the NBA!" Martin Joel raised the corner of his mouth and showed a charming smile.
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After the start of the second half, Chelsea attacked twice or three times at the beginning.
Seeing that there was no chance of a successful sneak attack, everyone retreated immediately, just like in the first half.
"Hey, Frank, be careful!"
On the bench, Chelsea players were jumping and screaming.
"Frank, I love you so much!"
"Yes, just fuck him like this!"
It was obviously just a tackle, but the excitement shown by the Blues players was as if they had scored another goal.
Yes, Tottenham's quick counterattack was blocked again.
Wang Xiaodong got up and quickly took a free kick. Robbie Keane quickly passed the ball straight after receiving the ball. Berba fired a low shot from 15 yards on the left side of the penalty area, which was saved by Cech.
One minute later, Wang Xiaodong dribbled the ball out of the way and volleyed into the far corner one meter in front of the right side of the penalty area. The ball missed the post.
Then Bridge fouled Lennon in the backcourt and was given a yellow card. In the gradually escalating conflict, Wang Xiaodong's long-range free kick was blocked by Cech again.
"Don't worry!"
"Hit slowly!"
"We still have time!"
Robbie Keane threw in a throw-in amid shouts from Martin Joel.
Wang Xiaodong, who rushed forward, used his chest to hit the wall with his captain, then turned around and ran to the front of the penalty area, catching up with the captain's return pass.
This was already within shooting range. Wang Xiaodong raised his left leg. Ballack, who had been guarding him, immediately extended his leg to intercept. Even be prepared to push against your opponent's supporting leg.
But this time, the German God of War came up short!
"Another fake?" Huang Jianxiang became excited, "Wang Xiaodong got rid of Ballack's pull and broke into the penalty area from behind the opponent!"
No one expected that this time Ballack didn't even hold him, and Makelele rushed over immediately to fill the position for his teammates.
However, the Blues' encirclement network had temporarily collapsed due to Wang Xiaodong's sudden breakthrough. Wang Xiaodong, who entered the penalty area, made an emergency stop and changed direction. He instantly got rid of Makelele's defense and continued to rush towards the baseline.
Wang Xiaodong's sudden attack caused a tremor in front of the Blues goal. Not only did Cech have to be wary of Wang Xiaodong's direct hit, but he also had to guard against his sudden pass to other Tottenham players outflanking him in the middle.
As he was working on two tasks, there were some beads of sweat on his forehead inside the helmet.
Seeing Wang Xiaodong continue to lie forward, Cech had to guard the near post to prevent Wang Xiaodong from hitting the near corner.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong suddenly changed his movements and swept the arch of his right foot towards the center.
Whoosh!
Wang Xiaodong made a smart push and actually hit a high ball.
Makelele can't stand it!
Bridge can't stand it!
Carvalho can’t stand it either!
Seeing Wang Xiaodong take off, Cech desperately stretched out his hand towards the ball, but still missed the ball by a hair.
"Is it over?"
The Czech goalkeeper felt cold and closed his eyes in pain!
"Bang!"
The loud noise coming from behind was even duller than Wang Xiaodong's shot.
So close, do we have to blast the door vigorously?
Cech paused for a second.
No cheers, no celebrations?
The entire Cardiff Millennium Stadium was silent.
A second later, a gasp came from the stands behind the goal.
Cech opened his eyes and turned around. He didn't find the ball in the net.
Where is the ball?
At this moment, Lampard's horrified voice came.
"John!"
Carvalho also exclaimed.
"team leader!"
At this moment, all the Blue Army members rushed forward and rushed towards the person lying on the ground.
"Terry! John Terry! The iron-blooded captain of the Blues!" At this moment, even Huang Jianxiang's voice became excited, "He blocked Robbie Keane's explosive shot at all costs!"
"But now he hasn't gotten up."
"I'm afraid something happened..."
The captain of the Blue Army closed his eyes and fell to the ground. And on his forehead, there was a shocking red wound.
Hiss~~~
Blood?
is blood!
"Team doctor!"
Seeing this, the other team members quickly turned their heads and shouted to the sidelines.
Seeing the bright red, Cech's legs softened and he sat directly on the ground.
He subconsciously touched his head.
I'm afraid I looked like this in the Premier League last year, right?
"It was Robbie's kick just now..." the on-site commentator murmured, "He threw out the kick with all his strength, and without closing his leg at all, his right foot hit John hard with all his strength. head..."
At this moment, Robbie Keane, who had just been focusing on shooting, also knelt down next to Terry.
He didn't expect that a shot dedicated to winning would bring such terrible results.
At the side of the court, the anxious Magic Bird rushed in after the team doctor, even forgetting to let the substitute players go to the sidelines to warm up.
"Mr. Coach, please return to your area."
"Reply P! My player is already unconscious! He's bleeding profusely!" Magic Bird yelled, "This is the third time, this is the third time this season! Tell me, does the Football Association have any objections to Chelsea?" ? Or do you have any objections to me? If so, I will resign immediately! Instead of letting my players continue to be on the court and face such life threats at any time!"
"I understand your feelings, but the game is not over yet, and you are not a team doctor, so you cannot enter." The fourth official still explained patiently, "Instead of struggling with me here, you might as well evacuate the crowd. Let the ambulance come in looking good..."
Magic Bird was stunned for a moment, glanced at Terry from afar, then turned back to the sidelines to ask for his assistant's phone number.
"Damn it!" The team doctor looked at Terry who was unconscious. "He must be sent to the hospital immediately. Who knows if his head has been more seriously injured?"
"Stretcher! Hurry!" the team doctor shouted to the assistant, "Don't be clumsy, okay? Be gentle!"
The oxygen mask was put on, and the protective gear that fixed the neck was put on. During the seven-minute emergency treatment, the Cardiff Millennium Stadium full of spectators waited quietly. Some fans clasped their hands in prayer. Uneasiness is spreading.
After seven minutes of treatment, Terry seemed to regain consciousness, and the ambulance crew carried him off the field on a stretcher.
Seeing Terry's eyes rolling in the camera, many fans couldn't help but shed tears of excitement, and some even stood up and applauded continuously.
At this moment, there is no Tottenham and Chelsea, nor is there the London City Derby or the League Cup final. What is there is just the fans’ most sincere respect and blessings for a dedicated professional player.
Soon, Mikel took over from Terry and ran onto the court.
Even so, part of the Portuguese's mind may still be thinking about Terry, who has been carried out of the stadium.
The game continues.
"Captain, don't be sad, you didn't mean it." Wang Xiaodong walked to Robbie Keane and patted the Irishman on the shoulder to comfort him.
"If we respect our opponents, we must try our best to finish the game!"
