Football is like a cannonball.
Howling.
Swirling around.
With a fierce and fierce momentum.
Polishing his platinum gloves, he domineeringly lifted up the nearby net.
Courtois, who fell to the ground, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Hiddink turned pale.
The football stuck to the net and spun violently.
The door frame trembled.
0:1! ! !
Stamford Bridge, after a few seconds of silence, was filled with wonder.
Tens of thousands of Chelsea fans were stunned, as if they saw the figure of an old friend.
"pretty!"
"The goal went in!"
"Shocking close-range heavy artillery blast!"
"The 17-year-old Havertz passed the ball in the penalty area and assisted, and the 18-year-old Li Kang scored a goal! The magical cooperation of the two teenagers helped Leverkusen take the lead!"
"This goal is very Chelsea!"
"It's unimaginable that he captured Stamford Bridge so easily!"
"Chelsea's steel defense and Blues goalkeeper Courtois are helpless against the heavy artillery of the North Rhine genius!"
"Can Li Kang lead the team to replicate the promotion miracle of more than ten years ago?"
Studio.
The barrage dominates the screen.
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【What are you playing? Chelsea falling behind? 】
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[Is Leverkusen really going to make it to the semi-finals? 】
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[The offensive process seems very simple and direct, but it hits the weak spot of Chelsea's defense accurately. Li Kang seizes the opportunity when the two full-backs move into the penalty area to attack! 】
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[Headed the ball forward and shot forward in one go. Li Mingdeng, who fell to the T1 level, is still terrifying! 】
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[The replay given by the director is a bit long. Starting from Pato's single shot, Li Mingdeng rushed to the Chelsea penalty area. He seemed to know that the opponent was very good. 】
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[Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Top must have mastered Li Kang’s usage, preventing him from returning to the defensive backcourt and unleashing his offensive capabilities. 】
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[Chelsea's defense doesn't know enough about the 17-year-old Havertz. This rhythmic little devil has a great sense of the ball and can even send a pass the moment he falls to the ground. 】
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[Leverkusen's one-goal lead is not stable. The game has just begun. Chelsea's strength can equalize in minutes. 】
Courtside.
Dino excitedly threw the mineral water bottle on the ground and stepped on it a few times: "Boss, as long as we hold on to the score, we can advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League!"
The old man Top, who was about to celebrate, suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Don't make tactical adjustments first. We may not be able to defend it. We are not enough with the way Remy and Pato play in the Chelsea system." learn."
Remy was born in Lyon's youth training. He scored a lot of goals while playing for Nice and Marseille. He was once the most watched rising star in Ligue 1.
Not to mention Pato, who knows whether this European golden boy can return to the peak of his career at Chelsea.
Humans tend to be afraid of the unknown.
In the eyes of the Leverkusen coach, Chelsea's striker in the second round is no less threatening than Diego Costa.
The other side.
Hiddink quickly calmed down, took out a small notebook and pen, and carefully took small notes.
After all, he is a famous marshal of his generation.
He won't lose his composure due to shock at his home stadium.
"Calm down, why are you panicking? The game has just begun!"
"Leverkusen's defense cannot withstand our impact!"
Li Kang raised his right fist toward the small group of away fans in the stands.
"Lee!!!"
“Leverkusen allez!!!”
Leverkusen does not have hundreds of thousands of fans like Frankfurt.
The cost of watching the game at Stamford Bridge is too high. The Champions League match day falls on a Wednesday, and there are not many North Rhine fans traveling with the army.
gradually.
A group of neutral tourists wearing Chelsea jerseys also started chanting Li Kang's name.
Havertz jogged all the way, high-fiving and hugging him.
Teammates gathered around him.
The depression that had been brewing in everyone's minds gradually disappeared with this goal.
Next.
They have to withstand the roar of the blue beast at Stamford Bridge!
VIP box.
Abu's expression was complicated.
There is a mixture of sadness and anger in my heart.
"Look, how good the player I am looking for is. Lee is great. Don't you think his style of play is very suitable for Chelsea? Lampard, Ballack and others also like to fire like this!"
"Damn it, Pato is a soft-footed shrimp. Is he wasting his energy in London nightclubs?"
"My daughter can kick in such a good one-shot opportunity!"
"Hiddink underestimated the opponent too much. We originally had the advantage of away goals, so we should be more conservative."
The staff looked normal.
They have long been accustomed to the big boss's guidance.
The circle reopens during the race.
Remy was annoyed.
Chelsea is left unable to play the main role.
I can't walk anymore.
During the winter window, there was obviously a Chinese Super League club that wanted to sign him and was willing to pay a sky-high transfer fee and a huge annual salary.
Mourinho said before leaving get out of class: "Remy's role is not only reflected in scoring goals."
Chelsea immediately suspended negotiations with the Chinese Super League tycoons.
Shaking off his explosive little braids.
Remy kicked the ball back and passed it back to Fabregas.
Accompanied by the din from the stands on all sides.
Leverkusen's midfielders launched a crazy pressure.
At the forefront is Havertz.
He stormed towards the core of Chelsea's midfield with great force.
"Leverkusen presses hard!"
"Five players actually rushed through Chelsea's half. Don't they want to defend? We are one goal ahead now!"
"Oh! Pay attention to their movement, forming a dense cross-pressure network!"
"Chelsea is passive!"
Fabregas is familiar with Havertz's characteristics.
The moment the opponent is close.
Gently pull the ball behind you with your left foot.
Turn around to separate Havertz from the ball.
Swing your upper body to the right.
Havertz took a decisive kick, but it hit the air.
Fabregas turned sharply from the left and bypassed the Leverkusen monster.
"Wonderful!"
“Beat rhythm with rhythm!”
"He has always been the heart of Chelsea's midfield!"
"This escape movement is a bit showy and slows down the rhythm. The ball should be released quickly!"
Li Kang guessed Fabregas's intention.
He immediately rushed in the direction of Azar.
Fabregas's escape was not a deliberate showoff, but a deliberate "pause".
He is waiting.
Wait for Leverkusen's defense to press forward.
Wait for Chelsea's forward to find space to sprint.
Brandt and Son Heung-min rushed towards the advancing Chelsea midfielder at the same time.
The two formed a double-team and could intercept the ball at a glance.
Fabregas is calm.
He grasped Li Kang's movements.
There's no slowing down.
As one of the trainees of La Masia's No. 4 position.
His vision and consciousness were extremely terrifying.
The real purpose is not to wait for Hazard to find space to sprint.
It’s about shredding Leverkusen’s cross-pressing web.
The next scene.
Tens of thousands of Chelsea fans suddenly became excited.
Cesc Fabregas on the run.
Lean your body slightly back.
The football left his right foot.
Lift off the ground.
Like rising fireworks, piercing the night sky.
The extremely elegant arc is like the rainbow after the rain at Stamford Bridge.
"Wonderful!"
"How many players in the Premier League can deliver such a beautiful and accurate long pass while running?"
"Faco Farley is connected!"
"Remy!"
Fabregas' long pass.
Easily tore apart Leverkusen's defense.
Bender and Kramer quickly retreated.
But no matter how fast he runs, he is not as fast as the ball.
They could only watch as the football flew past half-court.
Falling in front of Chelsea's afro.
Remy's explosive speed is very fast.
After all, he was once a talented shooter who scored in double figures every year.
Leverkusen's defense?
Not enough for him!
Jonathan Tower standing in front of me?
So clumsy!
Remy gave him a gentle push.
The ball went through the Leverkusen centre-back's crotch!
The whole person burst out with extremely terrifying speed, bypassing the defense and heading towards Leverkusen's half!
at the same time.
Chelsea's midfielders and frontcourt players seemed to have been beaten to death.
They maintain neat spacing.
Crazy sprint!
It was like a gust of wind washing over Leverkusen's delicate defense.
"too fast!"
"Leverkusen will pay the price for their recklessness!"
"Fortunately, there are two full-backs and Van Dijk in the backcourt!"
"Can they withstand the angry blue beast?"
Courtside.
Old Man Top tried hard to calm down.
Dino was taking notes hysterically, trying to deconstruct the characteristics of Remy and Pato in Chelsea's offensive system.
Especially that Remy.
Is it Mourinho’s secret weapon for Chelsea?
The other side.
Hiddink's breathing was rapid and a blush appeared on his face.
wonderful.
It's so wonderful.
Even without Mourinho's offensive system, we can beat this fragile Leverkusen!
VIP box.
Abu couldn't help but stand up and make a gesture of celebration.
"I am too far-sighted. I strongly requested to buy Remy, but Mourinho refused to let me!"
"Look! Does he look like Drogba?"
Li Kang did not run around.
Still following the sprinting Hazard.
He knew he had been deceived by Cesc Fabregas in transition.
The past training goal of La Masia's No. 4 position.
It's hard to tell the winner from a big-picture perspective.
but.
Hazard is definitely the scariest link in Chelsea's offensive system.
Van Dyke was not panicked at all.
During this time, he worked very hard to study Chelsea game videos.
Coupled with the valuable experience of being completely blown away by the Blues when playing for Southampton.
How could he get into trouble?
Be calm.
As he retreated, he directed Hilbert and Borges to retreat.
Still giving way to space on both wings.
Adduct the middle.
"A combination of power and speed."
"We can see in Remy the shadow of some of Chelsea's great strikers of the past!"
"After being trained by Mourinho, his impact is very strong!"
"Van Dijk only has two helpers, so it will be difficult to resist Chelsea's attack!"
Leverkusen's backcourt was abuzz.
Chelsea's offensive players swept in, as if setting off a huge flood, which was bound to submerge the opponent's door.
Pato, Willian, Mikel, and Ivanovic are getting faster and faster, and they are opening up the offensive width.
There are so many options for Remy!
There are countless ways Chelsea can score goals!
In front of the restricted area.
Remy meets Borges.
There are no fancy fakes.
The strong little braid squeezed the Samba full-back away!
"Pato is in a good position and wants the ball!"
"William also has a chance to take a long shot!"
"Mikel restrained Hilbert!"
"Remy wants to do it himself?"
Why would Remy want to do it himself?
Although he is stupid, he is not independent.
I just don’t trust these teammates.
He subconsciously wanted to stuff the ball into the penalty area like he did in the training game, and then let a super teammate complete the fatal blow.
Azar!
Hazard is my golden partner!
With his speed, he must have caught up with him long ago.
wrong!
Where is my Hazard?
Remy glanced out of the corner of his eye: That guy Hazard is still butt-toed with Leverkusen’s No. 10 in the 30-meter zone!
There was no time to hesitate.
The Leverkusen players quickly came back to defend!
I can't shoot!
Damn the Dutch central defender was too cunning and blocked his own shooting angle!
At the moment of lightning.
Remy completed the psychological game.
Grit your teeth.
Knocked the ball horizontally to Pato who penetrated into the small penalty area!
"What a wonderful message!"
"Empty door!"
"Pato!"
Leno concentrated.
Emergency moment.
Even if my cheek is a little itchy, I dare not reach out and scratch it!
Leverkusen's life and death is now in his hands!
The knees are slightly bent and the feet are ready to exert force.
Come on horseback!
Chelsea's finishing blow!
Old Man Top trembled and covered his forehead.
Dino's pen and paper fell to the ground.
Hiddink's eyes were wild.
I thought that by limiting Hazard, I could limit Chelsea's offense!
European golden boy!
Pato!
He is my Terminator!
Pato gently picked the ball.
While turning around.
The thighs were swung to an extremely exaggerated height.
Volley.
Europe's golden boy is ready to use this shooting method to announce his return to the European competition!
In a trance.
Cheers at Stamford Bridge.
Let him find his own youth.
Under the spotlight.
The golden boy of San Siro is back at his peak!
Boom!
Accompanied by a crisp sound.
The football roared towards Leverkusen's gate.
Straight lines.
It contains the ebb and flow of unwillingness.
Contains short-lived regrets.
The football shot hard into Leno's arms.
Stamford Bridge, the elegance is silent.
Such a cool volley shot, but ended up shooting into the goalkeeper's arms?
How silly!
Pato, who was about to raise his hands to celebrate, had a distorted expression, his palms dropped, and he hugged his head.
Remy shook his arm angrily, with a look of displeasure on his face, and whispered softly: "What the hell are you kicking? Even Sterling can kick this ball in!"
Azar raised his head and glanced at Li Kang beside him, patted his butt and sighed helplessly.
Fabregas was so angry that he stamped his feet: I didn't lie to Li Kang, I was fucking lying to myself.
In front of the goal.
Van Dyke and others excitedly patted the back of Leno's head.
"Leno, your remedy is great!"
"I just fucking stood there and didn't move!"
CTV5 live broadcast room.
Duan Xuan and He Wei were speechless for a moment.
Especially He Wei.
He has long been holding back in his heart the line "After a thousand sails, he returns still a young man", what beauty, what soul, what music at dusk. What dreams and greatness!
All of them are useless!
Bah bah bah!
Save it for Little Plum to use later!
Courtside.
Old Man Top and Dino were relieved and clapped excitedly.
"Boss, I have mastered the characteristics of the opponent's two substitute forwards in Chelsea's offensive system!"
"As long as their sprinting space is compressed in advance, they will not pose any threat to the defense!"
"Stamford Bridge will fall tonight!"
(End of chapter)
