After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 936 - 0317 Carragher: I am the Gold Medal Killer (Please Subscribe)_4

As long as there’s one expression that’s not quite right, he’s ready to give Ballack a slap.

"No, I’m just not used to it."

Ballack explained.

In Germany, he had an average relationship with his teammates because he was an East German player.

Over time, it just became like that.

"Well, you can change; next time Kevin creates a goal, step up and celebrate actively."

Ramos said, patting Ballack on the shoulder.

Ballack:...

A man in his thirties, yet being schooled by a youngster.

Ballack glanced at Huang Kaiwen, forget it, endure it.

Originally, Mourinho didn’t like him much, the number ten was evidently more favored by the coach.

"I’ll try my best."

Ballack nodded and said.

Robbie Keane, like a zombie, kicked off again.

He was completely numb.

Today’s match is just fucking constant kick-offs.

After returning the pass, he immediately charged forward, straight to the front of Chelsea’s penalty area.

Anyway, it’s not his fault if teammates can’t pass.

Gerrard received the return pass from his teammate and had to bring the ball forward himself.

Now teammates are treating the ball like it’s burning their feet, passing it to him as soon as they receive it, so if he doesn’t take the ball, they can’t play.

Kuyt is still useful, but unfortunately, he needs to mark the opponent closely.

In this situation, he can only rely on himself.

Gerrard dragged his weary body and continued to charge forward.

Today, he’d endured both physical and psychological torment.

A slightly dazed Gerrard had just crossed the midline with the ball when he ran into Ballack, who quickly stretched out his foot to hook the ball away.

Wham—

Side pass to Deco.

The moment Deco got the ball, all the Liverpool players moved to Huang Kaiwen’s side.

Their thought was simple: they didn’t want to become the backdrop for a beautiful goal.

Seeing four men on the left side, Deco flicked the ball with his right foot towards the right.

Joe Cole carried the ball himself and charged into Liverpool’s box.

Chelsea launched another counterattack.

Stamford Bridge Stadium intensified with scorching heat.

The previously tough style of Chelsea blended into more delicate coordination, and Joe Cole’s value gradually increased.

Various delightful combinations were usually only seen in London’s neighbor Arsenal, but now it’s become Chelsea’s frontline attacking norm.

They couldn’t even guess what kind of goal the team would score next.

Huang Kaiwen and Drogba were both rushing ahead at high speed.

Joe Cole, although dodging Mascherano’s flying tackle, was blocked by Aurelio on the sideline.

"Pass!"

Upon hearing the shout, Joe Cole instinctively made a backheel.

Ramos received the ball and charged forward quickly.

While running, he was ready to kick to the left, but seeing Huang Kaiwen’s movement, he changed his mind.

Wham—

Ramos delivered a not-so-impressive straight pass.

But Liverpool’s defensive focus was on the left, and Drogba easily received the ball at the top of the arc.

Agger slid straight to tackle, and being the only one nearby, if he got passed, it would be a one-on-one.

The opponent fell too quickly, Drogba couldn’t react, and the ball was tackled more than ten meters away, Agger’s tackle was extremely forceful.

Following Huang Kaiwen backtracking, the Liverpool players hurriedly chased back.

Huang Kaiwen took advantage to slow down because he felt Deco, who was advancing, could get the ball first.

Wham—

Deco got to the ball first, rifled a straight pass in front of De Jong.

Huang Kaiwen turned around and started, chasing after the ball.

In the Sky TV studio.

Andy Gray couldn’t help but shake his head and said: "Against Chelsea, Liverpool is like bees smelling honey, completely led by the nose."

"Liverpool will definitely lose today; Mascherano charged at Kevin, tripped on Kevin’s foot and fell, long shot!!!" Martin Taylor shouted.

"It’s in!!!"

"Kevin’s fourth goal of the match, Liverpool has completely collapsed, Keane is signaling to the sidelines for a substitution, obviously, this Irish striker doesn’t want to stay on the field anymore."

"Chelsea players excitedly rushed to the front and celebrated with Kevin, such scenes have occurred again and again today; Benitez really should kiss his toad to see if those two toads can turn into Alan Hansen and Dalglish to save Liverpool."

Even the most resilient Liverpool fans couldn’t hold back.

The away fan stands started to gradually vacate.

They didn’t come here to see Liverpool get slaughtered.

The emptying stands left a few fans determined to see the game to its end, just like their team’s lone goal today, standing solitary with a single ’1’.

Home stands, Mourinho with his hands in his pockets, face full of joy.

Didn’t expect such power from the Ganges water, Benitez playing with toads finally got bitten back.

After today,

he had both tactical prowess and divination skills.

Add to that Chelsea’s number ten,

who in all of Europe is a match for him, José Mourinho?

Once home,

he’ll revisit movies to learn some of Marlon Brando’s moves.

A famous coach should have the demeanor of one.

Even if there’s an explosion, avalanche in front, too much emotion shouldn’t be shown.

Must display a calm temperament, to let the world know he’s special.

Back on the field, Ramos carried the ball down the right, standing at the right side goal line, crossed with a pass, Huang Kaiwen charged to the left side of the box, headed the ball over, Carragher stretched his foot to seize the chance, once again broke through Liverpool’s goal.

"Yes!!! Damn damn damn damn, ah..."

Mourinho’s arms frantically waved, frequency comparable to a pink toy.

Nearby Chelsea fans worried if the coach had epilepsy.

But a few seconds later, the rapidly waving coach abruptly stopped, his hands back in his pockets.