Chapter 559 The Last Battle of Champions [2]

Alan-Smith shook the grass crumbs on his body and walked in the front. He was the first to open the door of the dressing room and walked in... There was no one inside.

The white tactical board is still placed in the position near the wall in the south. The staff has already prepared the jerseys and dry towels that the players need to change at halftime. The floor is polished, and the players' luggage bags are neatly placed in the wardrobe... All this seems to be not much different from before.

However, when the first step into the locker room, Alan Smith suddenly suffocated, and a familiar feeling came to his face, as if he had met an old friend who had been separated for many years here... "Hey, Alan, what's wrong?"

Seeing this, Mata, who was following Smith closely, squeezed over and asked.

"Well... nothing!"

Smith shook his head and walked to his closet and sat down.

At the moment just now, he suddenly had a feeling of time going backwards, just like many times a year ago, as if he had seen the familiar figure again in the locker room... Maybe he was too **!

Smith shook his head self-deprecatingly... However, when he put on a clean jersey and inadvertently looked up and moved his eyes to the tactical board, he was stunned... "This...this is..."

Alan Smith stood up all of a sudden.

He stared at the tactical board motionlessly. The handwriting on it was so familiar that even the small black arrows representing the offensive route showed a sinister and obscene smell... This was definitely left by that person!

The other teammates were shocked by Alan Smith's movements. Following Alan Smith's eyes, some old players quickly found something on the tactical board. Those handwriting and paintings are so familiar that there is only one who can write these things!

Have he been here?

On the contrary, some new players such as Robben and Van der Faat were not sure. Peter Pan came to Mata's ear and asked strangely, "Juan, what happened? Why is everyone..."

"The boss has been here. It must be him!"

In Newcastle's locker room, only one person was referred to by the old players as 'head', and head coach Rijkard, they were more used to using the name 'Mr.'... At this moment, head coach Rijkard pushed the door open and came in.

He looked at the players who were a little discouraged, looked at some tactical routines on the tactical board, and sighed quietly in his heart... [Black Swan] thought of the scene that had just happened in the player's channel.

...between three minutes.

Riskard walked step by step from the player's channel, and his brain rotated rapidly.

He is thinking about how to change the current passive situation of the team. The situation in Newcastle in the first half was bad. Chelsea surprisingly won two goals in a row. Rijkard felt like a pure big girl who could kiss a little mouth and get pregnant, and was deceived by the insidious Ancelotti... "... think No, Ancelotti, who looks like an honest man, is also a sinister master and has become as shameless as the madman Li!"

Riekard was thinking like this, suddenly - "Hey hey... Frank, here, here..."

A voice came from a corner in the dark, just looking at the swaying of a middle finger.

Rigecard was shocked. The voice was clearly that of the madman Li. He just scolded shamelessly, but he got out to settle accounts so quickly?

Sure enough, Li Tongfan jumped out of the dark shadow, and with lightning speed, he hugged Rigkard and got into the shadow of the corner again... A minute or two later.

The two of them looked like a dog man and a woman who had just had an affair, and sneaked out.

Rijkcard walked ahead.

He suddenly turned around and asked, "Li, if you go to the locker room and talk to the players, the effect may be better than my head coach..."

Li Tongfan shook his head: "Frank, you are the team's head coach!"

After saying that, Li Tongfan turned away without turning back, like a bitch who was afraid of being caught in bed, and disappeared at the end of the player's channel like the wind.

Rijkard stood still, shaking his head with a complicated look.

He knew that the reason why he didn't go to tell the players in person was that the madman Li didn't want to destroy his authority as the head coach in the locker room, but to give himself a step... Otherwise, with the respect of the madman Li club president, even if the team encountered such trouble, even he rushed to the locker room to blame. No one will say anything... in three minutes.

In the locker room.

Rijkard walked step by step to the tactical board.

He sorted out the tactical ideas that Li Tongfan just talked about, looked carefully at the deduction on the tactical board, then picked up the board, wiped off all the traces on it without hesitation, turned around and said, "In the second half, our tactics will change..."

Wow...Wow!!

The sound of ink strokes on the tactical board sounded in the quiet locker room... Rijkard began to outline the team's new tactical changes on the tactical board. He wrote slowly but hard. [Black Swan] wrote while explaining in a calm tone, and kept clicking on the names of the players. Words... Alan Smith has been watching the head coach's actions.

When he saw Ricard's routine deduction of the tactical board without hesitation, his eyes began to show disappointment... However, as Ricard's push speech on the tactical board became deeper and deeper, Alan Smith's eyes lit up again!

Everything that appeared on the tactical board is exactly the same as what the man left just now.

"...These adjustments and changes are not my work!" After explaining everything, Ricard gently put down the ink pen in his hand and said calmly, "Just now, Chairman Li Tongfan made these adjustment ideas outside the locker room..."

[Black Swan] didn't mean any credit at all. He calmly said what had just happened in the player's channel... Alan Smith's eyes were brighter!

The other players, looking at the head coach Rijkard, also changed.... Fifteen minutes later.

"... Howard Webb blew the whistle, and the second half of the game finally began! Judging from the players above, neither side has adjusted the starting lineup... Chelsea is temporarily 2-0 ahead of Newcastle, and they have 45 minutes left to win the Premier League this season!"

The on-site commentator Sester quickly entered the state.

However, it is incomprehensible that Rijkard did not choose to make a substitution adjustment at half-time. Players like Peter Pan Robben have been sitting on the bench all the time... Commentary partner Gary Reinkel saw more: "There are still changes, and the position of young player Thomas Mueller is retreating back. When he came to the midfield, Newcastle's formation turned into 4-4-2... As for Robben, it is said that he was injured again in warm-up training before the game, and it is estimated that Rijkard did not dare to take risks..."

... Stamford Bridge Stadium.

After the second half of the game restarted, the blue stands surrounded by the court on all sides, like a slightly calming ocean, once again set off a strong wind and waves, and the boos all over the sky drove the night wind on every inch of the lawn... This is a night that absolutely belongs to Chelsea!

Less than 3 minutes after the start of the game, the morale boosted Blues completed another attack - left-back Ashley Cole and French winger Malouda played a small range on the sidelines. Cole finally rushed down obliquely and smashed the ball near the bottom line, dodged Thornton's grab, and passed the fetal pass... a half high ball. Pass it on!

Drogba used his strong body to lean against Sendros and shot with one foot!

Fortunately, under the interference of Senderos, the front sight was not enough to deviate from the crossbar. Otherwise, at such a distance and speed, even if Loris really weaves a spider web in front of the door, he can't catch the football... The applause of Chelsea fans sounded without hesitation!

[Warcraft] After covering his face and slightly annoyed, Drogba stood in the penalty area of Newcastle and raised his hands, stirring up the atmosphere of the fans... In an instant, the whole stand was like falling into a huo xing explosive warehouse, and Longdi exploded... The blue hurricane was about to sweep everything!

Newcastle is like a McPhee in a Category 18 hurricane. He can't help struggling with despair, and there is no possibility of reversal at all... "Oh, oh, Li, your team's situation is very bad. I'm not welcome to this season's Premier League championship trophy, haha!!"

The Russian uncle with a shy smile has now become a Russian villain with an arrogant smile.

Looking at Abramovich's 'little man's ambition', Li Tongfan said nothing with a straight face. He learned a lesson and kept a low profile on the surface, but he gritted his teeth and thought, "MLGBD, let you happy for a while first, and then scare you, hey hey..."

Of course, before the official opening of FM2010, Li Tongfan did not have the super ability to reverse the victory or defeat of the game through a brief tactical change and deduction... However, before this game, Lao Li carefully inquired the recent status of the two teams through the FM2010 system database for comparison. After that, it was found that Newcastle's recent combat effectiveness was absolutely no worse than that of Chelsea. On the contrary, it was even a little higher... This also shows that as long as the tactics are adjusted properly, Newcastle may still have a surname in the second half!

The accumulation of countless points [ability points] has brought Lao Li's analysis and judgment of the game process to a terrible point. In fact, less than 20 minutes after the start of the first half, Lao Li clearly saw Ancelotti's tactical trap. Unfortunately, as a team The head coach's Rijkard's reaction was slow... Therefore, Lao Li was itchy for a moment and couldn't help sneaking into the player's channel to 'remind' Rijkard.

"I hope... can make a difference!"

Li Tongfan sat in a chair and concentrated on observing the situation of the game on the field.

Gradually, the sultry man's eyes lit up

(to be continued)