Chapter 103 Wolf Next
Marseille's attack gave everyone who was watching the game a feeling: a storm.
That's exactly what happened. In the final stage of the game, under the leadership of Zhang Yang, in addition to the huge combat effectiveness, their attack and robbery gave people a kind of breathless oppression.
And Chelsea's goal is teetering in the face of this storm.
Many fans are even a little in a trance. Now, is it really Marseille that takes the initiative on the court and is carrying out a stormy attack? Is it really Mourinho's Chelsea who are out of breath by them?
This really surprised Mourinho. Marseille is still a Marseille team. Of course, he knows the reason for bringing this change to this team is publicity.
There is a kind of player. When they are on the court, the team's appearance will take on a new look or even qualitative change. Such players are considered to be the darlings of the green field. They are always the most dazzling. They are on the court as if this team has a soul. There are not many such players, but each of them is a superstar, which can be placed in a museum for future generations to admire. Such as Maradona, such as Pele, or Platini or Ribelyif.
The changes that Zhang Yang brought to the Marseille team shocked Mourinho, which reminded him of these great names. At this moment, the Chelsea coach has never been so interested in this young man.
At this time, on the court, Makelelele completed the interception. Robben took the ball all the way along the side road, and finally ended Chelsea's attack with a long shot above the crossbar. Under the fierce offensive of the Marseille team, Chelsea's stars relied more on their personal ability to counterattack, and they were good at teamwork. It was left behind.
Seeing the team's situation, Mourinho frowned. He can accept that the team's scene is passive. At the same time, it doesn't mean that there will be a chance to fight back next time. However, he doesn't like this kind of single-player behavior.
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Mourinho took the opportunity of a dead ball to shout and reprimanded the players' performance. He called Lampard to the side again and asked the whole team not to be impatient and rely more on teamwork than fighting alone.
Perhaps Mourinho's roar worked, and Chelsea then had an extremely threatening attack.
Marseille's attack was cut off, and Chelsea made a counterattack.
Makelele break the ball, pull the ball and turn around, and see Ballack raise his hand.
Barack shouted in German, "This way, give me the ball!"
Macleley can't understand German, but he can understand the gesture of raising his hand for the ball. Macleley knows the importance of speed in the counterattack, and he dares not neglect it, so he quickly sent the football out.
When Barak asked for the ball, he observed the situation around him. He caught an offensive route, so as soon as he caught the ball, he immediately passed the ball.
The football passed between two Marseille players and gave it to Robben!
Robben once again showed people his football talent. He saw the Dutch 'Flying Man' raise his foot and swing it to the football, but instead of kicking the football forward, but... slamming back!
Heel kick the ball and pass the ball!
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For such a pass, the defender can't do anything about it. Naturally, Mette, who defends him, will not do better. He has no response. Football from Met's two. He rushed between his legs and flew straight to the side of the defense line behind Marseille!
"Beautiful pass!"
"Bow the ball on the heel!"
Wonderful! It's worthy of Robben!"
The commentators applauded Robben's heel pass, which was not only beautiful, but also the right time. The football was sent to the side road. In this attack of Chelsea, Robben's heel legend is undoubtedly the finishing touch!
At the side road, Ashley. Cole had already assisted. He stretched out his foot to stop the ball, then looked at the situation in the penalty area and made a cross with his left foot!
Marseille's defense was torn apart by Chelsea's quick counterattack!
In the restricted area, there is no one around Shepchenko! It's missing! Such a super shooter was actually missed.
'Ukrainian nuclear warhead' jumped high, and he shook his head to attack the door!
Marseille fans exclaimed, and there was anger and despair in their eyes. Obviously, everyone thought they were going to lose the ball.
However, the ghostly, Shepchenko's header hit the ground. When Marseille goalkeeper Carasso was already desperate, he actually hit the ground with a V-shaped ball and wiped the post out of the bottom line.
The Marseille team escaped!
The expression on Shevchenko's face stiffened in an instant. He was ready to celebrate the goal. The unguarded header was almost stable for the shooter at his level, but the goal was not scored!
Mourinho, who was on the sidelines, kicked off the mineral water bottle at his feet.
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While the Chelsea players are still feeling incredible and sorry that Shevchenko's header did not score, Marseille has already launched an attack.
The football passed to the front court, Morentes got the ball, he was violated by Barak, Marseille got a free kick, and Marseille quickly sent a free kick.
Nasri hit the football directly from the right side of the court to the left side. A large-range transfer ball.
At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly retreated from the penalty area. He kept retreating to the outside of the penalty area. He just put the football with his chest, and then picked it up with his toes. The football flew over from the side of the rushing Ferreira, but he himself walked around.
"Oh, oh, oh! Zhang Yang! He broke through!"
"Beautiful!" Veisto shouted loudly, and he was so excited and sighed. This young man has made great progress. Last season, Zhang Yang's foot technology was still very average, even a little bad. Although this young man's foot technology can't be said to be dancing on stamps like Brazilians, it is definitely quite bad. Wrong.
"Daw! Stop him!!" Chelsea goalkeeper Cech shouted.
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Bridge rushed up, and he stretched out his foot to break the ball!
Zhang Yang had just passed Ferreira. As soon as he turned around, he saw Bridge's face, which surprised him. At the same time, he also subconsciously moved under his feet. He pushed the football outward with his right foot, and then jumped up. When his body and Bridge missed it, he was hit by Bridge and staggered a little, but Yes, it's over!
Now, only Chekh is in front of Zhang Yang! Cech has attacked in advance.
You can't stop me!
Cech can almost see these words on his ferocious face.
Zhang raised his foot and shot, and he shot at the far corner!
Cech has always been in a state of high tension, which made him rush in the right direction at the moment of shooting - the far corner, the speed is so fast that it can really be described as the arrow off the string.
He felt as if he had touched the ball, but he still couldn't stop the power of the ball!
This made the Chelsea goalkeeper a little desperate. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the goal and saw the ball flying forward, and a white light flashed.
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Everyone looks at the white light!
If this goal is scored, Marseille will be 3-1 Chelsea, and this will be Zhang Yang's 14th goal in the Champions League this season! It equals the Champions League single-season goal record set by former AC Milan's Altafini 44 years ago!
However, the sound of the football violently rubbing the net did not come!
People heard a bang!
The bottom line popped up after the football hit the post!!
What is the rest of the life after the disaster? Chekh has the most profound experience at this moment!
Zhang Yang thought that this goal would definitely score!
The muffled sound of football hitting the column was like a heavy hammer hitting his chest. He opened his eyes and looked at Chelsea's goal. There was no football in it, and the football was outside the bottom line!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah - football is played on the pole!"
"It actually hit the pillar! It's too-to-do!"
"Why didn't you get in?! Ah, ah, ah!! Why didn't you get in! Ah, ah, ah!" Wisto slapped the table with regret!
"What a pity!"
"Ouch! If this goal is scored, it will be fourteen goals! God, you refused such a goal!"
"The goalpost refused Zhang Yang's goal!"
"Listen to the regretful sighs of the Marseille fans at Verrodm Stadium! What a pity! Don't enter like this!"
The commentators are ready to jump up and cheer for the goal. They already have a large basket of words in their minds to praise Zhang Yang to commemorate this historic goal!
However, the column prevented all this from happening!
At this moment, both commentators and fans can't hold the Atlantic Ocean with many regrets! Of course, except for Chelsea fans, they breathed a sigh of relief, and Chelsea escaped!
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The camera gave Zhang Yang a close-up at this time. They wanted to catch the young man's facial expression. At this moment, what would he think in his heart?
Are you annoyed or even depressed? Are you complaining? Complaining about God's unfairness?! Many people will definitely think so, which is also normal!
However, the expression on Zhang Yang's face seemed to be very calm, but the muscles of his face twitched and returned to his original appearance. It seems that I didn't pay attention to it.
This makes many people feel strange. This is not normal!
However, they didn't see Zhang Yang's fist. His fists were clenched tightly and his knuckles turned white. This was anger! It is a precursor to the outbreak!
If it is someone else, he may complain. He is all frustrated. He feels that God is not on his side and doesn't even score such a goal. It seems that there is no chance to score another goal today.
However, Zhang Yang didn't think that way!
There is a kind of stubbornness in this young man's bones! It's like a spring. The more he is oppressed, the more unsatisfactory he is, and the more unsatisfactory he is. The more he will not be discouraged or depressed. Instead, he will clenched his fists, accumulate strength, and continue to fight!
God won't let me score this goal?!
I just don't believe it!
Is the whistle at the end of the game sounded now? Of course, it didn't blow. The game is not over yet! Since the game is not over yet, what's the reason to stop the pace of the battle?!
Of course not!
The charge is still ringing in my ear, fight!
I don't believe it. I won't enter next time! My God!
He spit on the ground and then looked at Chelsea's goal direction.
Cech saw Zhang Yang's eyes again, wolf-like eyes, which made Cech's heart thump. This boy was not hit at all? Do you still want to score?
Cech felt incredible, but his eyes told him that this boy was thinking like this! Zhang Yang hasn't given up yet!
"I won't be so lucky next time." Zhang Yang suddenly smiled at Chehe and said.
"What?" Cheher's eyes widened. Of course, he heard what Zhang Yang said clearly, but it was because he heard it clearly that he had such an expression.
It turned out that his own feeling was right. The boy really wanted to score a goal and thought he would still score!
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