six finger demon

Chapter 325
When Tang Wu lay on the ground with the ball in his arms to delay time, the live camera found Chelsea's owner Abramovich in the stands. The face of this Russian oil tycoon was full of regret.

Almost every Chelsea game, Abramovich will be present in person.For people at his level, money is no longer so important.Anything related to business and money can be pushed back, and there is no way to prevent him from coming to the scene to watch the game.

After witnessing Drogba's close-range volley being saved by Tang Wu, Abu shook his head again and again with a look of regret on his face.

No matter how much Mourinho talked about Cech in front of the boss, Tang Wu's excellence was not concealed by a transfer.

If Tom was still in Chelsea at this time
It is difficult for Abu to stop himself from thinking in this direction.

Probably because he realized that he was on the big screen, Abu's face immediately regained his composure.In any case, Cech's excellence is obvious to all.

Of course, if the position of goalkeeper can also play two players at the same time, maybe Abramovich will really pay a lot of money to buy Tang Wu back.

The missed volley did not affect Drogba's state. On the contrary, he also turned it into an offensive motivation, hitting Liverpool's defense again and again.

In the 37th minute, Duff made a low pass from the right, and Joe Cole fell to the ground in the middle to shoot, which was saved by Tang Wu from the right post.

One minute later, Chelsea's tactical corner kick came to Liverpool's penalty area again.Drogba's header was not strong enough and was confiscated by Tang Wu.

In 43 minutes, Lampard made a strong shot from outside the penalty area, which was directly rejected by Tang Wu.Drogba's supplementary shot was blocked by Hyypia, who followed up in time, and the crisis was resolved.

In 45 minutes, Chelsea once again attacked to the front of Liverpool's penalty area.Drogba acted as a transfer point this time, helping Duff to score one.

After breaking into the penalty area, Duff suddenly used acceleration, used the change of rhythm to shake off Carragher, and rushed towards the baseline with the ball.The Irish winger volleyed vigorously from less than five meters in front of Tang Wu. Tang Wu subconsciously raised his right hand and knocked Duff's shot from a small angle out of bounds with a single fist.

In this way, Tang Wu once again used a wonderful save to resolve Chelsea's last attack in the first half, trying to keep the Red Army's goal.

Tang Wu's guardian temporarily added an incomparably strong lock to Liverpool's gate.

"Tang, you did a good job!"

In the player tunnel, Gerrard put his arm on Tang Wu's shoulder.

"Captain, something is wrong!"

After Tang Wu took off the gloves, he turned his palms up and showed Gerald the latex side.

"Don, this is."

"Captain, look, my glove has never been damaged to such an extent in halftime!"

The latex surface of Tang Wu's hands was densely engraved with "scars".Especially in the right palm near the thumb, even a large piece fell off.

"This one was scratched when Podduff crossed the ball."

"This one was made when I was pouncing Drogba."

"This is when Lampard missed a long shot and I got up in a hurry."

The scratches on the gloves are very familiar to Tang Wu, just like a veteran on the battlefield will remember every scar on his body.

Seeing the appearance of Tang Wu's gloves, the originally high-spirited Red Army members fell silent.

If you ask Cech to take off the gloves at this time and compare them with Tang Wu's, you will find that Cech's gloves are only stained with dust, and they may still be similar to new ones.

"Don, don't worry, we won't make you so tired in the second half!"

Hypia also came over, patted Tang Wu on the shoulder and comforted him.

"No, Sammy, I'm not tired!" Tang Wu shook his head.

Although most of the first half was spent in high concentration and fighting, but with Tang Wu's physical reserves, this loss is not a problem.

Even if it was still such a high-intensity defensive battle in the second half, Tang Wu would not frown.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Tang Wu looked thoughtful.

"What? Then what are you worried about?" Gerald asked curiously.

"Captain, have you noticed that Chelsea have more and more offensive points?"

Starting with Lampard's shot, then Didier Drogba, then Joe Cole, Duff, even Terry rushed into the box and headed the ball.

Chelsea's multi-point blooming not only means offensive diversity, but also means that almost everyone in their offense in the first half was not hindered too much. Players in any position can look at the right time and attack the goal.

If that's the case, that's too bad!

Even if Tang Wutian descended to earth, there was no way to stop the ubiquitous attack.

Back in the locker room, Bei Tu routinely summarized the team's performance in the first half, and at the same time gave high praise to Tang Wu.

"Boss, can we score another one in the second half?" Tang Wu asked suddenly.

"What? Can't keep it?" Beitu asked with a smile.

Tang Wu shook his head, "It's not a question of being able to defend or not, but that a ball is too dangerous!"

In a football game, sometimes it is not a good thing to lead by one goal, especially Liverpool, who succeeded in stealing chickens shortly after the start.

why?

the reason is simple!
The gap of 1 goal will change the mentality of the players on both sides.

Those in the lead worry about gains and losses, and sometimes don’t know whether to keep the goal or score another one, which is a negative thinking; while those who are behind think that the gap of one goal is not big, and there is still time and opportunity to tie, which is a positive thinking.

One positive and one negative can change the scene.

Especially when the team falls behind and scores an equalizing goal, the blow to the leading team is multiplied.

Those who were in the lead before will feel that the lead that they have finally obtained is gone, and they will be frustrated; those who tie the score will use the momentum brought by the regained tie to make persistent efforts, hoping to make another victory.

Therefore, in football matches, many teams are often mentally disturbed after leading by 1 goal, and eventually the opponent overtakes and loses the game.

And a two-goal lead is different!

A two-goal lead is undoubtedly a double insurance, the winner is smoother, and the loser is more anxious. Such a psychological gap cannot be compared with a one-goal lead.

"That's right, I thought so too!" Bei Bald nodded, and began tapping on the tactical blackboard. "We played well in the first half. Not only did we lead by one goal, but we also saved a lot of energy."

"In the second half, we stopped hiding. We had to kick out and play against Chelsea!"

"Steven, you can take a long shot at the opportunity, you must create an offensive path here."

"Moro, you can retreat appropriately and get closer to Riise, so that we can take care of each other."

"Kaywell, you run more interspersed. Your role is to create opportunities for your teammates!"

After instructing the frontcourt players one by one, Beitu cleared his throat and asked, "Is there anything else to add?"

"Boss!" Tang Wu raised his hand and shouted again.

"Tom, what else do you want?"

"Boss, I think our defensive plan also needs to be changed."

"Oh? Do you have any good suggestions?"

In the first half, Liverpool retreated strategically, but they really suffered a lot.The Red Army had to go hand in hand in the second half, so Chelsea would naturally not be allowed to attack so smoothly.

However, the Blue Army's "wing + long pass" tactics caused Beitu a headache. Not only could the number advantage in the middle not be brought into play, but the defensive players on the side couldn't better complete their tasks in one-on-one situations. .

No way, Chelsea's cards are really too strong!

So at this time, if Tang Wu can come up with a good and feasible defensive suggestion, Beitu will probably adopt it.

"Boss, I think we should play like this in the second half."

After Tang Wu finished speaking, there was a silence in the Liverpool locker room, and even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Everyone focused on Bei Tu, who supported his arm with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, with a face of deep thought as if he was constipated.

After a while, Beitu finally opened his mouth.

"Tom, this is not Liverpool style! But, how did you come up with it?"

(End of this chapter)