number one striker

Chapter 184

The whistle at the end of halftime made the players on the field a little confused. The fast-paced first half made them forget the time, so that Caesar looked up at the big screen twice in a row to confirm that it was indeed the end of the halftime.

He ignored the chattering Kalou and walked straight back to the locker room with his teammates.

Rosie leaned on the back of the chair a little embarrassed. The game was so exciting just now, she couldn't help poking her head out, pouted, not knowing which side to cheer for.

I am a Chelsea fan, but I don't want Caesar to lose.So every time Chelsea attacked, she was particularly entangled, and Inter Milan successfully prevented the attack of the visiting team, and she didn't know whether she should be happy or not.

Only when Caesar was attacking with the ball, Rosie would be as happy as a little girl, shouting Caesar's name loudly in the stands.

Taking advantage of the halftime break, Rosie went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

In the locker room, most of the Inter Milan players were in a good mood.

Mourinho gave the players a few words to keep them from getting carried away.

On the other side, Lampard glanced at the white unidentified object on Ancelotti's sweater several times in a row, wondering what happened to the coach during the half-time.

"I must admit that Inter Milan's first goal was very unexpected. Even I didn't expect them to score a goal in such a short period of time. And your response is also perfect. Except for giving Inter Milan a few counter-attack opportunities, you all did very well. The knockout game is 180 minutes. I don't ask you to win this game, but at least bring me back an away goal. Only in this way can we hold the initiative of promotion in our own hands."

Ancelotti looked around the crowd, looked at Drogba and said: "Although the opponent's defense in the middle is solid, it is not monolithic. Strengthen the cooperation between long-range shots and the front of the penalty area, and let me penetrate it."

The Italian has never been an emotional head coach, and it is difficult for him to motivate the players.However, there is an irrefutable self-confidence in his words, as if as long as he does what he asks, victory will definitely belong to him.

Lampard and others nodded. This Champions League round of 16 match is only a quarter of the way, and the one who laughs last is the one who laughs the sweetest.

At the beginning of the second half, Chelsea continued to attack, Inter Milan fans took it easy, this is the rhythm they are familiar with.

Malouda looked at Eto'o who was defending beside him, and frowned impatiently.

The damned Cameroonian is always full of energy like clockwork.If it wasn't for him, I would have been able to thrive along the way.

"What are you in a daze for? Give me the ball!" Lampard responded in the middle, signaling Malouda to pass the ball quickly.

The Serbian Ivanovic was also very depressed today. He lost the ball too early and could only passively defend Caesar's counterattack. Compared with his speed, how could he compare to him.

So gradually, Ivanovic also joined the offense, trying to cause some trouble for Inter Milan.

Caesar and Milito served as the two counterattack points, Inter Milan's midfielders lined up actively, and Motta stood on the left.

He is not a strong defensive point, especially in marking, and often misses opponents who put in assists.

So Rosie saw Ivanovic slid in behind Motta and received a pass from Lampard.

"Look at him!" Mota looked back and quickly motioned for his teammates to fill in.

The left back Zanetti took a step back, he thought Motta would come back to defend.

A small defensive error by the two left Ivanovic unattended. At this moment, the Serbian showed his amazing game quality and directly took the ball to the Inter Milan penalty area.

"Ivanovic is attacking with the ball! Motta's defense is out of position!"

Cambiasso quickly returned to the defense, and Motta also returned to make up for it.

Ivanovic quickly met Zanetti, the Nerazzurri captain blocked his way forward.

"Here!" Drogba asked for the ball.

"Come here!" Lampard responded behind him.

However, Ivan found a suitable passing point at the front of Inter Milan's crowded penalty area.

He smashes the ball inside and crosses the ball before Motta and Zanetti block it.

With the help of Drogba's cover, Kalou received the ball smoothly.

Sneijder's shovel didn't affect him at all, and Kalou found the right opportunity and shot low vigorously.

Cesar saw that there were many people and legs in front of the goal, and he didn't know when Kalou shot.

It wasn't until the ball rushed over that he saw the kick go straight to the dead corner.

"Karao hit the door!!!"

"Cesar can't react in time!"

"The ball hits the corner!!!"

"Good job!!" Joe Cole rushed out behind Ancelotti. Although he gradually lost his main position, he was still able to maintain a good game attitude.

Ancelotti also nodded again and again, his face still expressionless, but the frequency of chewing gum in his mouth accelerated instantly.

An away goal made Chelsea satisfied and Ancelotti relieved, but Mourinho, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, ran away.

He jumped up suddenly, and opened his arms very dissatisfied, with a helpless expression on his face.

This ball can also let him score?
Shit luck is too good!

The score of 1:1 almost announced that the second round of Inter Milan will usher in a hell-level difficulty. If you don't make another one quickly, I'm afraid the top 8 will be in jeopardy.

Mourinho walked to the sidelines and waved his hand, signaling the players to step up their offense.

Ancelotti made a steady gesture and counterattacked vigorously after losing the ball. Chelsea must not mess up. Once there is a mess, Inter Milan will never let go of this opportunity.

So after the game restarted, Lampard, Mikel and Ballack stabilized the midfield and began to encircle Inter Milan's offense.

As the organizers, Motta and Sneijder were immediately taken care of.

"Damn it! Are these gangsters so vicious?!" Mota was directly knocked to the ground by Mikel, turning around and complaining.

Cambiasso helped him up: "This is not right, if they don't return to defense, don't blame us for being rude."

With that said, the Argentine passed the ball to Caesar's side, and Ivan could finally face Caesar in a positional attack.

He stabilized his center of gravity and fixed his eyes on Caesar's legs, for fear that the legs and feet that seemed to be equipped with a motor would start suddenly and catch him by surprise.

Caesar slowly dribbled the ball, and Mikel surrounded him.

"Caesar was blocked by two Inter Milan!"

With the help of his teammates, Ivan became more confident. He and Mikel went up to steal the ball at the same time.

However, Caesar is no longer that rough brother Caesar, who knows that his skills are average and does not train them.

Facing Mikel's steal, Caesar pulled his right foot to the left, then quickly pushed forward with his left foot, and poked the ball out from between Ivan's legs.

Caesar exploded with speed, dribbled the ball, and got out all at once.

"What?!!" Mikel didn't even hold Caesar's clothes, so he couldn't see him.

Ivan quickly turned around to chase, but collided with Mikel.

Both fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Caesar smashed the Chelsea defense!"

"Caesar cross!"

"Cambiasso hits the door!"

"Terry blocked it with his stomach! Cambiasso hit again!"

Cech was shaken by Cambiasso's first ball. Before he could stabilize his center of gravity, the second kick came again.

The Czech goalkeeper yelled in his heart in despair, "Captain! You might as well not block it!"

Then, the ball hit the post and bounced into the goal.

(End of this chapter)