i don't want to be king

Chapter 217 Chelsea's Hole Card
Another big central defender, Hector, had long since given up on keeping an eye on Taylor. He already felt a huge crisis!
Hector started ahead of time and strode forward to Lampard.

At the same time that Lampard kicked, he had already put his hands behind his back and was about to use his body to block the opponent's strong attack——

Everything was about the same as Hector expected. The moment Lampard took the kick, he had already moved in place and almost blocked most of the frontal shooting angles!
Hector, who is 1 meters tall, saw the ball flying towards him less than one meter away from the ground. He closed his eyes and held his breath, ready to bear this heavy blow with all his strength!
He suddenly felt a gust of air passing by in front of him, and heard a "pop", but the expected impact of the ball did not happen!
Amelia has already rushed to the line of the small penalty area. Facing Lampard's frontal shot, he stepped forward as much as possible to block the opponent's shooting angle——

Success or failure can only be given to unpredictable probability.

Amelia immediately saw in despair that Villa, who had been roundabout on the edge of the penalty area, suddenly appeared near the penalty spot.

Like a shark in the deep sea smelling blood, Villa suddenly appeared beside Hector like lightning!

With Hector's eyes closed tightly, Villa stretched out his leg to block, the ball hit his shin guard and immediately changed its line and had a huge deflection, drawing a nearly perfect arc——

Mizja was shocked to see that the ball quickly flew over the high raised right hand of Amelia, who was jumping back desperately, and fell into the goal accurately!
The audience was silent, and the audience didn't react until Villa happily rushed to the bench in New York City to celebrate.

Amidst the screams, Lampard bowed his head blankly and began to walk back. After the whistle sounded for the goal to be effective, he did not celebrate.

After all, this is the club where he has played for 13 years. Just like the portrait on the historical memorial wall "THE SHED WALL" in the stadium, he has already become part of Chelsea's history.

And Chelsea's blue color has already melted into Lampard's blood.

Applause gradually broke out amidst the huge sighs in the stands. Many fans began to shout Lampard's name, and then some collectively sang "Lampard's Song".

New York City first took a 63-1 lead in the 0rd minute of the game.

Aiweisi was stunned, watching Villa excitedly rushed to the other side of the bench to celebrate the goal excitedly.

The substitute players behind Aiweisi fell silent.

——This is only New York City's second shot in the game, and the first shot on target.

Li Liang also rushed to the bench with everyone, and everyone hugged each other tightly.

Even Discrude rushed over excitedly, and hugged Li Liang and Daxiong together.

The beams formed on the football field are most suitable to be resolved on the football field!
The group of relatives and friends continued to explode, and everyone was excited for Li Liang's wonderful performance.

Although the bearded man and his brothers were very frustrated, they still turned around and congratulated Old Xu and the others in a very gracious manner.

Big Beard said sincerely: "No. 37 Li and No. 22 belong to the Chinese national team, right?

The Chinese team must be very good! "

Old Xu suddenly found himself smiling a little awkwardly.

Adams got up again: "I knew Gareth (Southgate) left too early, and the best part was missed by him..."

Gard hadn't recovered yet, he was staring at the big screen.

All of the above are repeated shots of Lampard shooting and Villa scoring goals. Li Liang's series of unexpected performances before have not been replayed.

Henry glanced at Beckham: "I have to take back what I said before——

It must be admitted that Li's potential is really unfathomable!

But what shocked me the most was that compared to Ittihad three days ago, he seemed to have become another person..."

Beckham replied: "I don't think so, I think all these things are what he already has, like his free kicks.

Now he is just inexperienced and lacks the consistent high-level game to 'squeeze' these abilities! "

Terry, Petr Cech, and Ivan in the distance were all shocked, and Hazard danced with excitement: "The breakthrough on the 37th is great!
The guy's change of direction is also really cool, totally fooling everyone! "

Terry shrugged: "He shouldn't have had so much time to adjust——

Todd is still too young, he should have fouled directly when he was far away from the penalty area! "

……

At this time, only Jardim was watching Falcao standing alone in the center of the field.

The Colombian felt a burst of despair, and the scene of Mizja pushing himself to the ground just now is still vivid in his memory.

He is very clear that because of his disappointing performance, even the young people in the reserve team have no "respect" for him.

What is even more bitter than this is that the conceded goal came from himself.

As a striker, instead of scoring goals to win the team, he lost points due to mistakes.

Standing where he was, he lost all hope, and felt his right leg start to feel sore again——

Everyone finally noticed that Falcao sat down on the turf, beckoned to the bench in despair, and lay down on the turf covering his face with his hands.

He remained motionless in this position until he was carried away on the stretcher.

There was short applause in the stands, and people had no impression of his performance on the field, but more sympathy and comfort.

Mourinho sighed softly: "It seems that Radamel (Falcao) will find it difficult to get back to his previous state..."

Mendes was extremely helpless: "It was really a mistake to let him come here (the Premier League).

I never thought things would turn out like this. "

……

On the other stand, Jardim shook his head in disappointment, while Grimandy said softly from the side: "Leonardo, Radamel should leave here.

He needs time to recover slowly, this place was not suitable for him from the beginning. "

Yadierm was silent, watching the field silently.

The game continues.

In addition to replacing Falcao with the 22-year-old high center forward Patrick Bamford, an Englishman with a height of 1 meters, Elvis made no other adjustments.

Rather than saying that he still has confidence in the players and tactics on the field, it is actually because he is helpless.

He still has some fluke mentality, hoping that the conceded goal just now was just an accidental situation and can return to his own control.

What disappointed him was that Li Liang became more and more active in the midfield. The wonderful breakthrough and assists just now greatly increased the confidence of his teammates, and the state of New York City is getting better and better!
The rapid improvement in morale helped the New York City players through the physical crisis, while Chelsea's players seemed to be walking more and more heavily.

Seeing that Mizja's physical strength had dropped significantly and it was difficult to defend Li Liang one-on-one, Aiweisi finally couldn't hold back and planned to make another personnel adjustment.

At the end of the game with 15 minutes left, he finally decided to play all his cards.

(End of this chapter)