After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 929 - 0316 Sheva: Pay the copyright fee (Please subscribe)_3
Why can’t football be a bit simpler?
The young assistant coach Boas sighed to himself, realizing that at this rate he could only continue searching for Merlin’s magic. Perhaps only such powerful magic could counteract the evil witchcraft.
Boas patted his face and pulled himself together to continue watching the field.
Huang Kaiwen started from the left but faced several defenders, with no chance to receive the ball.
Joe Cole forced a pass that was intercepted, and Liverpool launched a counterattack.
The departures of Riise and Xabi Alonso brought about fatal issues.
That is, Liverpool’s backfield relied too heavily on Gerrard for distributing the ball.
A long pass from De Jong wasn’t accurate, directly sending the ball towards Bosingwa.
Bosingwa couldn’t control the angle of his header well, and the ball hit Abeloa’s leg as he rushed forward. The ball bounced off Abeloa’s right leg into Chelsea’s penalty area, and Carvalho, standing in place, headed it out of the area, landing right at Gerrard’s feet.
Gerrard flicked the ball forward with his foot, charged into the penalty area, and while Carvalho tried to recover, Gerrard sped up, swung his right foot with a slight angle, and sent the ball crashing through the crowd into the left side of the net.
After scoring, Gerrard excitedly ran towards the away fans’ stands.
Liverpool fans were ecstatic.
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
"Captain!"
They have always been one of the most vibrant fan groups in European football.
The word "Captain" means captain, and it also has the meaning of a ship’s captain. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Steven Gerrard is like the captain navigating them through the sea, repeatedly avoiding fatal storms.
"It’s tied, Gerrard equalizes the score."
"In crucial moments, it’s still Gerrard, haha. This time the opportunity wasn’t great, but Chelsea players kept making mistakes."
"Not exactly consecutive mistakes, Carvalho clearly didn’t see Gerrard coming when he headed that ball. The main issue was Bosingwa’s header landing at the opposing foot, and Abeloa was struck by the ball while running, accidentally lobbing it into the penalty area. Let’s just say there were too many coincidences in the process of this goal."
"Yes, haha, but Gerrard’s shot was truly beautiful. Lampard just scored his first goal against Real Madrid in the last round, also from the right side of the big penalty area. I wonder if playing in Spain, he might find a way to coexist with Gerrard in the national team."
"Carragher rushed over to celebrate, not forgetting to taunt Carvalho. Indeed, this time Carvalho handed the ball to his opponent’s foot."
Benitez and assistant Ayerstaren embraced, celebrating excitedly.
Ayerstaren shouted: "Tom and Jerry did it."
"Yes, I told you this works well,"
Benitez nodded and shouted.
He is a very focused person.
Even his first date with his wife was spent explaining the 4-4-2 formation to her.
But when tactics couldn’t bring victories, Benitez delved deeper into the mystical path.
Although sometimes "witchcraft" fails, it’s mostly subconsciously ignored.
After all, more often than not, witchcraft proved effective.
He has written over 200,000 words of notes on toad breeding and various spells.
If that boy Gerrard wants to be a coach in the future, Benitez decides to pass these precious notes to his beloved disciple.
In the stands, Mourinho looked at Liverpool’s coach bench with a cold smile through binoculars.
He said the British like to pull the curtains and peek at others with binoculars, and he finally got to use this equipment himself.
Of course, this was all to better integrate into the UK.
It wasn’t his intention.
A master from the Ganges reminded him to pay attention to Benitez, and it turned out to be true.
Being born in Portugal and having coached Porto, Mourinho could say he was very familiar with that witchcraft.
He quietly took out two dolls from his pocket and threw them into a water jug at his feet.
The jug contained water from the Ganges, supposedly capable of breaking all curses.
José Mourinho didn’t believe in such nonsense, but he did it for peace of mind.
...
"Don’t mind him, that guy’s a jerk."
Terry consoled.
"Exactly, it’s not your fault,"
Ashley Cole said to Carvalho.
Carvalho forced a smile and nodded, having just mocked someone and then assisting with an own goal.
That feeling indeed wasn’t pleasant.
Ramos came over and said: "Don’t worry, no matter who scores, in the end, it’s Kevin leading us to win the match."
Huang Kaiwen smiled and waved.
Though that’s the logic, the Yellow Ball King had to stay humble.
"Exactly, Kevin hasn’t lost a match yet."
Deco nodded.
Carvalho looked up at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen smiled and said: "Don’t worry, we’ll definitely win, keep it up!"
"Let’s go!!!"
Ramos and Deco shouted with fists clenched.
The teammates’ passion re-energized Carvalho.
There was a rallying cry from Chelsea’s backfield.
The Chelsea fans in the stands were clapping fervently.
They loved to see such scenes.
Previously, they were worried about conflicts between several influential English national team players and Huang Kaiwen in the locker room, but now it seemed they were worried for nothing. It’s all because of The Sun newspaper’s nonsense.
After the kickoff, Drogba continued to pass horizontally to the left.
Mourinho’s tactics were clear: Kevin initiates the offense, Kevin orchestrates the offense, Kevin organizes the offense... Pass the ball to Kevin and then cooperate with Kevin to attack.
Although the coach said Chelsea doesn’t rely on Kevin, Drogba felt things weren’t as simple as the coach claimed.
Kuyt charged directly towards Huang Kaiwen.
Although he started as a forward, today he was playing as an advanced wing-back.
