number one striker

Chapter 191
Caesar's long-range shot made Chelsea fans break out in a cold sweat, but it also inspired the fighting spirit of the home team players.

How dare he be so arrogant in our home court?I have already formed the strongest lineup, and I still can't believe that I can't take you down!
Terry took the ball from the caddy's hand and fixed his gaze on Lampard who was looking over.

Go up and destroy them all!Leave it to me later.

no problem.

"If Chelsea can't score goals quickly, their defense will only become more and more vulnerable. Inter Milan is a team that is good at counterattacks. Let them pass, receive and shoot in their own half so unscrupulously. It's no wonder Chelsea don't concede the ball."

"The solution to all this can only be to score goals. Has Chelsea's players forgotten how to score goals because the manager is Italian?"

Martin Taylor's joke failed to ease the Chelsea fans' mind, and Chelsea hadn't created too many scoring chances in the 30 minutes of the game.

Cambiasso watched his opponent rush up, turned his head and glanced at Caesar's position.

As a result, there was such a gap, and Ballack directly crushed the ball with the ball, without giving Cambiasso a chance to react.

I rely on?

Will Barack still succeed?

Even the fans at Stamford Bridge were stunned for a moment, and reacted quickly and shouted.

Samuel didn't expect that the fellow Argentine would be swept away so easily, but there was a "monster" Drogba beside him, so he couldn't leave this dangerous person alone.

And Motta's speed is too slow, there is no time to make up.

Seeing that the team's defense was in disarray, Lucio struck out in time and abruptly pulled down Lampard, who attempted a long-range shot after responding to Ballack.

"What are you doing?" Zanetti frowned and looked at Cambiasso, who waved his hand embarrassedly: "Mine, mine."

The distance of 30 meters was a little too far, Alex volunteered, and he kicked into the stands.

However, this was just the beginning, and then Chelsea was like a boxer recovering, punching Inter Milan's defense with punches and punches.

This is not the instruction of Ancelotti, but the players on the field adjusted it according to the game situation and themselves.

The assistant coach frowned: "Isn't it too risky to play like this? After all, there is still the second half."

Ancelotti interrupted: "It's over for Inter Milan to slow down in the second half. They did the right thing. I was too conservative."

The assistant coach looked at the time. Including injury time, there should be 14 or 15 minutes left.

"Do you want to compete here?" Ancelotti muttered, he looked at Ivan who had put in the assist, and Caesar looked eager to try.

"Anelka's cross is blocked out of bounds!"

Ivan wiped the ball on his clothes and looked around, as if there was no good chance.

What the hell, wasting time here may not necessarily create a threat, so I just throw the ball directly into the penalty area.

Ivankovic thought so, and he did so.

He took two steps back, Anelka understood, immediately stuck in position, and the ball was pushed back into the penalty area.

Lucio stood where he was, thinking he could make a calm clearance, but Malouda came out of nowhere and overwhelmed the Brazilian with a powerful header.

It's a pity that Malouda's header skills are average, he pushed out "you come and go", and passed the ball back.

Anelka looked at it, and no matter where the ball came from, he shot it with anger.

The ball was pressed so comfortably that Cesar couldn't even react. If it wasn't for Maicon's block in front of the goal, I'm afraid the ball would have already hit the goal.

The ball bounced out and was cleared by Samuel, but the ball was too far away. Caesar and Ballack scrambled together, but neither of them could control the ball.

"Lampard hits the goal!"

Another long-range shot by Hua Lengzi, the ball flew over Caesar's head, and the gust of wind caused pain to Caesar.

This time Cesar reacted in time and saved the ball.

A corner kick is taken, Drogba and Lucio hit the ball at the same time.

Caesar, who was standing in the penalty area, saw the heads of the two were on top of each other, with the ball sandwiched between them. For a moment, he couldn't tell which was the ball and which was the head.

"Inter Milan failed to clear the ball!"

"Drogba fights again!"

"The ball bounced on Lucio! Off the baseline!"

"Fuck!" Drogba looked up to the sky and sighed, while Lucio expressed dissatisfaction with the referee.

"The ball bounced on him in the end!" Lucio gestured with his hand, the referee shook his head, indicating that there was no problem with the penalty.

"It's okay, just guard against them." Milito patted Lucio's shoulder and looked up, but the Brazilian was in a cold sweat.

"This guy is too tough, I can't handle it at all." Lucio smiled wryly. The more times he played against Drogba, the more he felt that this guy was not here to play football, but to fight against others.

The corner kick was taken again and Chelsea changed tactics this time.Lampard didn't look for Drogba's point, but transferred the ball to Ivan who was inserted into the penalty area.Motta hurriedly pulled out to defend, and had a head-to-head confrontation with Ivan in the air.

"Foul!" shouted the Chelsea fans.

"The referee didn't blow! Stark signaled that you got up quickly!"

Lucio quickly cleared the ball, and just as the ball left his feet, the terrifying Drogba rushed over and almost blocked the ball.

There was booing at Stamford Bridge, but amidst the booing, there was hope that "we seem to be about to score".

All eyes on the pitch, waiting for Chelsea's goal.

In this case, everyone in Inter Milan returned to their own half.Mourinho gave an order for all players to defend, and no one can slack off before halftime.

This is the first time that Inter Milan has used the bus completely. Ancelotti looked at Inter Milan's restricted area with twitching eyes. There are at least 8 people inside!

How do you play this? !

Lampard gritted his teeth and looked at the opposite side. These guys are too shameless, right?
Sorry, as long as I, Mourinho, win, the scene can be given to you.

"Inter Milan hugged their goal almost hand in hand! There are three layers of defense! How can Chelsea seek a breakthrough?"

Ballack has always been the one with the strongest will, he doesn't care how many defenses are in front of him, as long as he blows them away, it's over?
"Barack hit the goal! The ball bounced back! Hit it again!"

"No! It's a through pass! Malouda caught the ball and turned around! Cambiasso was swung by! Samuel made up for it! Malouda flew out with the ball! Stark still didn't call a foul!"

"Malouda again! Diagonal pass! Drogba stops the ball! Lucio pokes the ball away from behind! Anelka follows!"

Mourinho almost thought that the goal had been scored. The distance was closer than the penalty spot. With such a strong volley, Cesar actually blocked it.

"Damn it, isn't it over yet?" Mourinho looked at the big screen, and when he looked back, Drogba's header was also over the crossbar.

"3 minutes of stoppage time! We saw that Mourinho was very dissatisfied! He was questioning the fourth official!"

There was a burst of boos at the scene, and Mourinho also knew that he was messing around, but as long as he could interfere with the game, it would be fine.

In this way, Inter Milan persisted until the halftime break, each with scars but high fighting spirit.

The home team Chelsea's players looked serious and they failed to score.

(End of this chapter)