Chapter 403 The Eve of the Storm
7:2!
This is a score that no one wanted to get before the game!
The gap is really too big, too big, too big!
It's beyond imagination!
Maybe many people imagined that the madman Li and his Newcastle would win before the game, but no one dared to expect to win with such a big score. Even the most hardcore Newcastle fans and the crazy crazy Li fans did not expect that they could receive such a huge surprise after 90 minutes of battle!
The opponent is Chelsea!
Mourinho's era swept the eight wildernesses [***], with an incomparable muscular forest violence, I don't know how to let many rich families break the halberd at home, drinking hatred and retreating the super giant!
Iron-blooded and invincible were once synonymous with Chelsea!
Now, although the madman has waved his hand and came to Meacha, the original team that the madman was proud of at that time was all there, and he couldn't even find the last leggings in the sharp counterattack of the Newcastle New Army... This makes Chelsea feel embarrassed!
Fortunately, the shocking cooperation between [Magic Lamp] Frank Lampard and [Warcraft] Didier Drogba saved a trace of face for Chelsea, who suffered the biggest defeat in nearly a decade!
Unsurprisingly, Drogba's shot can enter the top three best goals in this round of the league!
But for the two Blues logo stars who burst into horror energy at the end, perhaps they prefer to win the game rather than win their own reputation... When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, St. James's Park Stadium fell into silence, and then soon burst into applause!
"... The game was over, and the Magpie Legion played an incredible game in the second half. Their tactics and efficiency undoubtedly shocked the whole Premier League... But Chelsea fans don't have to be sad. You have a group of strong warriors with noble qualities. They are the most valuable asset of Blue Stamford Bridge... This The applause of St. James's Park for a moment was not just for Newcastle..."
In fact, even if there is no need for the live commentator to make a special explanation with his passionate and high voice, everyone understands that Newcastleians' applause sounds like the waves of the eternal English Channel, not only venting the joy of the Magpie fans' wild victory, but also highlighting the Chelsea players. The tenacity of a shocking goal with unremitting efforts at all times... Under the bright night sky of Newcastle City on November 9, if you have to find someone who doesn't deserve the applause of St. James's Park, 60,000 fingers will definitely point to the same person at the same time - Luis Felipe. Corrari!
Up to now, the Premier League in the 08-09 season, even a six- or seven-year-old fan who has only watched the ball for a year or two dares to say to the world in the most determined tone, "...Scolari castrated Chelsea's blood and domineering!"
It has long been proved that the Brazilian old man's so-called "beautiful football" is just a "political achievement project" to cater to the personal preferences of the boss Abramovich. It is broken like the emperor's new clothes. The Chelsea boss has been gambling all the time, but unfortunately, this time he bet on the last bit of his wife. ... The camera lens captured that before the whistle at the end of the game sounded, Scolari, with a gray face, walked into the player's passage, hidden in the farthest darkness.
The Brazilian old man didn't see Drogba's violent long-range shot at the last minute... Maybe he didn't want to see it. Even if Drogba's shot could collapse the stands of St. James' Park, it would have no effect to the Brazilian old man... No matter how infatuated he was. It's time to leave!
No one is welcoming him at Stamford Bridge!
...The post-match press conference hall.
The grinning reporters seemed to smell the fishy smell of scratching foxes and waited here together. The series of chain reactions caused by this game are worth looking forward to... When Li Tongfan entered the hall, the Brazilian old man Scolari had not come, so Lao Li sat in the interview. Behind the table waited for Scolari's arrival with a smile.
This game has gained a lot for Lao Li, both in reality and FM2009. After all, Scolari is the first [world-class] coach in the top six in the FM system coach list since Li Tongfan bought a pirated CD!
What kind of reward can I get for defeating such a super boss?
To be honest, at this time, Lao Li can't wait to go back to his pigsty and open the Hummer GO-BOOK to find out!
However, we have to wait a little bit now!
Since this is the press conference hall of St. James' Park, it is customary to wait for the visiting team's head coach to be interviewed by reporters before returning to Li Tongfan's turn. Although reporters are eager to get news, the English people' compliance with the rules in some fields is really admirable. More than 60 reporters actually waited patiently... Until Lao Li was about to be impatient to prepare to leave the table, Uncle Scolari, who "changed thousands of calls, still holding the pipa and half covered his face" finally came late... Compared with the last dozens of minutes of the game, his face was gray, and at this time he appeared at the press conference. The Brazilian man in the hall obviously looked much better, and he faintly recovered from the wind when he vowed to sweep Newcastle two or three hours ago!
After the two sat down, the press officer announced the official that the press conference would officially begin.
The reporters rushed up.
"Mr. Scolari, someone claimed before the game that if you lose this game, you will be fired by Chelsea Club. Is that so?" The position has always been biased on the question of the reporter of the Observer in Newcastle, which did not give the old man in his sixties any face.
"You should ask the club this question, not me!" Scolari is unambiguous.
If you really count it, in terms of dealing with reporters, the Brazilian old man has eaten more salt than Lao Li has eaten. When he was still coaching the Portuguese national team, the old man used his old arms and old legs to punch Serbian player Dragutinović. He has long been used to the big waves.
"... Chelsea's record this season is bad, and your so-called beautiful football has no victory in the small league with the traditional top four... Don't you think you should take the initiative to resign?" Every day, the reporter of The Telegraph, the snake followed closely with the stick and did not give Scolari a chance to take a breath.
[Big Phil] Instead of guilt on Scolari's face, he said, "I can't figure out why I left Chelsea. I love everything about Stamford Bridge, and people everywhere like me... I will use my football philosophy to bring glory to Chelsea. Huang..."
Speaking of joy, Scolari's saliva flew, as if what he had done had brought a better tomorrow for Chelsea instead of retreating the Blues to the abyss like now... Che... Li Tongfan couldn't listen to it. He was about to secretly raise his middle finger. Who knew that he looked up and ate a lot. Shocking - more than 60 reporters in the field are actually much more fierce than themselves. They brazenly raised their middle fingers at the same time to the old man of Yiyin who was drooling behind the interview table... I have seen shameless people, and I have never seen such shameless!
Who doesn't know your Scolari's thoughts?
Isn't it just to cheat some Russian fools against Abramovich's liquidated damages before leaving, and even shamelessly say so many disgusting words... At this moment, even the reporters can't stand Scolari's shamelessness!
What no one knows is that when he saw the post-match press conference broadcast by Sky TV, a violent Russian uncle in the living room of the luxury villa in London smashed a 5,000-pound plasma high-definition TV: "Let this shameless old donkey disappear in Stanford as soon as possible. Bridge... Give him the liquidated damages... Let him get out of here... NOW!!
Soon, Uncle Scolari, who was skillfully preaching his ambition, suddenly found that his mobile phone was ringing. He lowered his head and took it out. A trace of nervousness flashed on his face. He waved to the countless commanders in front of him and left the press conference hall gracefully.
... Soon, in a deserted corner - "Mr. Scolari, you can now pack your bags and leave the Stamford Bridge..." The cold voice of Abramovich's assistant came from the other end of the phone.
"How can it be like this? My coaching contract is protected by law, and you can't..." The voice of the Brazilian uncle was full of anger.
"All's it..."
The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously impatient, suppressing his deep contempt and whispering, "You will soon get that liquidated damages, but the boss no longer wants you to be in the head coach's office at Stamford Bridge tomorrow..."
"OK!!"
When Scolari heard that there was no liquidated damages, he agreed to the other party's conditions without hesitation.
I have received three years' salary in less than five months of coaching. Where can I find such a good thing?
The Brazilian man himself is fed up with the harshness of the damn English media and the cold eyes of the chubby-faced Russian. Now everyone is finally relieved... At this moment, no one knows that Chelsea's coach has quietly left the position!
...the press conference hall.
Although Scolari's initiative to get out of here disappointed the reporters who were eager to dig up the news, the existence of the madman Li made them quickly find a new breakthrough... "Mr. Rice Bucket, first of all, congratulations on your victory in the game... But I also want to know that Deko's injury in the first half was your intentional tactic. Revenge? Because there was a camera lens that captured that you had commanded Ronaldo and Hugo Loris to give tactical instructions to Khedira before Deko was injured, and only 30 seconds later, Khedila shoveled Deko..."
A beautiful reporter who didn't know which newspaper came from squeezed to the front of the crowd, with a strange arc at the corners of her mouth, with a faint provocation and pride on her face, and staring at Li Tongfan with a smile.
Fak oil, his uncle is murderous!!
I don't know why, Lao Li suddenly felt a chill on his back when he saw this flower-like little lady's smiling appearance. A strange feeling rose from Lao Li's heart. In a trance, it seemed that there was not a strange beautiful woman standing in front of him, but a woman named [English Premier League Nightmare]... What is this? What's the matter?
(to be continued)