number one striker

Chapter 193
Even the Chelsea players didn't expect that Lampard would handle the ball like this, so when Caesar stole the ball for the first time, they were still confused, why the ball flew outside.

Lampard kicked?

It was too late to think about this problem. Seeing that Caesar kicked the ball to Eto'o, and then he was knocked to the ground by Ballack, the Chelsea players frantically passed the fallen Caesar and returned to the penalty area.

There was no one in front of Eto'o, only Malouda, Alex and Ivan stayed behind.

They and Eto'o were in a neck-to-neck posture, while turning their heads to observe the opponent's position, while determining their own defensive area.

"Slow down! I can't catch up!!" Milito had a keen sense of smell and ran out after him.As a result, Eto'o's speed was too fast, and he couldn't catch up at all.

Just when Milito was about to give up, a guy wearing the same jersey as himself flew by like the wind, almost bringing Milito to the ground.After staggering a few steps and stabilizing his figure, Milito looked up and saw that No. 29 Terry, who had passed the back defense, was about to run to the front.

Rosie poked her head out at the moment Eto'o counterattacked with the ball, and Abramovich cursed fiercely, stood up and clenched his hands, cheering for his team.

Rosie took this opportunity to turn her head to glance at Caesar, but Caesar, who had just fallen on the ground, had disappeared.

What about people?

Rosie turned her head to search, and immediately saw the runner who seemed to be on the hook, crushing all the Chelsea players along the way.

"So fast!"

Rosie couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yeah, Eto'o ran too fast." Abramovich smiled bitterly.

The African cheetah rushed to the frontcourt, but Malouda kept up with him and blocked the inside line.

The most taboo thing when counterattacking is playing with personal skills, indulging in passing others, and delaying the team's advancement time.

Eto'o used the corner of his eye to observe the dynamics in the restricted area, but only saw Alex and Ivan panting.

Depend on!
Shouldn't be running that fast.
Ok?
what is that?
Eto'o pretended to smash the ball, but actually looked up and saw the belated figure.

German kid?

Are you too fast? !
He was obviously still lying on the ground just now!
Eto'o hastily dialed the ball out of his instep, the ball passed by Alex, and Caesar kept the ball before Ivan.

"Eto'o goes straight! The ball goes diagonally! Neither Alex nor Ivan has touched the ball! Caesar kicks it back with his left foot!"

Caesar moved very quickly, and Ivan couldn't turn around immediately.

He looked back in despair, just in time to see Caesar smashing the ball, turning around, and hitting the goal.

"Alex puts the shovel!"

"Turnbull failed to save the team!"

"Caesar shot! The ball flew into the top corner! 1:0! The guest Inter Milan leads Chelsea! The total score is 3:1!"

"Fuck it! Good shot!!!"

Mourinho was caught in the middle by the substitutes and ran out. He accidentally fell to the ground and took advantage of the opportunity to dive to celebrate.

As a result, Balotelli, Materazzi, Thornton and others flew out, attracting the attention of all fans and the broadcast camera.

"Let's see! Inter Milan is very excited! Mourinho led his players to dive to celebrate!! Chelsea fans quit! Even if you are Mourinho! You shouldn't be so reckless at Stamford Bridge!"

The movement of these guys was so great that Balotelli even slid to the Chelsea bench.

Ancelotti almost stepped on Balotelli's head, and the idiot happily jumped around in place to celebrate.

"Fuck you!" Carvalho ran out and choked his throat, and the two immediately tore together.

Seeing that his younger brother was being bullied, Materazzi led Thornton and his team to rush forward. Amidst the boos all over the Stamford Bridge, the players of the two teams were almost about to fight.

The poor fourth official was caught in the middle, struggling to separate these thick and big men.The referee and the players on the field also rushed back and finally controlled the scene.

"Fucking stinky monkey! What are you proud of?!" Carvalho still insisted. He and Mourinho had a good personal relationship, also in Porto, and also when he came to Chelsea, including going to the Bernabeu together.

But there is no human relationship on the football field. Facing Balotelli's "provocation", Carvalho couldn't help but burst out.

"The referee each hit [-] boards! Balotelli and Carvalho were shown a yellow card! We saw Balotelli's innocent face. He thought he was forced to be involved in this conflict!"

"Okay, okay, I should get beaten later." Thornton pulled Balotelli away, and Caesar said meanly at the side: "Now people finally know why the Golden Boy Award was given to me instead of you."

"What the hell!" Balotelli was about to fight Caesar, and Caesar finally took revenge for being "balotelli's propaganda that Caesar was green".

Being disturbed by this, Caesar's excitement of scoring goals also fell.With half an hour left in the game, Chelsea must score two goals to be eligible to enter overtime with Inter Milan.

Mourinho hurriedly taught the opportunity face-to-face, telling everyone to guard the goal, counterattack if there is a chance, and make a clearance if there is no chance.

"Don't foul easily!"

Everyone nodded and returned to the court.

Rosie's face was flushed, and she kept staring at Caesar. The speed of the lightning was very similar to the night when the two were lingering.

Continuous pounding, near-violent movements, precise fondling
"Luther Kaiser."

She heard a murmur and turned her head to see that Abramovich was looking at the court, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ancelotti for Ballack! For Joe Cole! They need two more goals! Time is running out, can Chelsea do it?"

The answer is no, you have to.

Chelsea launched a suicide attack, they have no care what happened behind them.

"Drogba punches Samuel! Lucio carries Drogba! Hit the goal! Cesar holds the ball!"

"Kalou hits the baseline! Pass back! Anelka hits the goal! Kicks Motta! Hit again! Milito back in place! Block the ball!"

"Malouda's wide cross! Didier Drogba's header! Collided with Lucio! The ball landed at the feet of Lampard! Close range! Oops! It was high!!"

Chelsea fans had no time to regret, they sang songs loudly to encourage the players, hoping to see a miracle.

"Inter Milan also made substitution adjustments! Stankovic replaced Eto'o! Inter Milan has become a configuration of 3 midfielders!"

"Damn Mourinho" Ancelotti couldn't help cursing. He looked up at the time, and it was already 80 minutes.

Ancelotti, who had just looked away, heard a commotion, and he immediately looked towards the pitch.

how?

Scored a goal?
"Drogba was so restless! After he was hit by Motta! He deliberately stepped on each other! We saw the players from the two teams collide again! The scene was very chaotic!"

As a result, Needless to say, Drogba was directly shown a red card.

Abu sighed and stood up.

"Dear Miss Whitley, you can stay here until the game is over."

Abu put on his coat, and Rosie stood up: "What about you?"

"Me?" Abramovich looked back at the field, not knowing who he was staring at.

Maybe Ancelotti, maybe Mourinho, maybe a player.

"I need to prepare for next season."

After speaking, the two shook hands, and Abu left first.

Rosie sat back in her seat, and she could finally look at Caesar unscrupulously.

It's a pity that the time was too short, and the technical whistle blew after 10 minutes of the game.

"The game is over! Inter Milan defeated Chelsea 1-0! Break into the Champions League quarter-finals!"

Mourinho walked into the field slowly like a gentleman with his hands in his pockets.

"Is it cool?" Faria asked secretly.

"It's cool to take off." Mourinho said without changing his face.

(End of this chapter)