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Chapter 304 Don't blame yourself, kid! (67100)

This stalemate continued until the end of the first half of the game.

Duncan doesn't want to adjust because now he leads in total points.

Guus Hiddink didn't want to adjust because his team had the upper hand in the situation and even had occasional good chances.

The two sides fought fiercely in the midfield.

Sometimes just as Hargreaves got the ball, Lampard would go around and counterattack from behind, and Hargreaves held Lampard tightly, letting the ball go by Yaya Toure, and Yaya - Toure didn't take a few steps, but Essien stuck up and squeezed Toure's body desperately, trying to squeeze him away.

Sometimes Aguero retreated to get the ball, Ballack took the ball from behind without hesitation, Aguero countered, but Ballack passed it to Lampard, and Silva happened to be next to him, all of a sudden. Cut off Lampard's football.Just as Silva was about to adjust, Essien ran over and knocked him into the air...

The scene was so intense that it couldn't be handed over.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, the entire Stanford Stadium heaved a sigh of relief.

It was the tension exhaled after a sudden end in a tense situation.

It's so exciting!
Just like a gorgeous shootout movie, there is no pee in the whole process, and the wonderful shootout scenes, from the beginning to the end, don't stop for a moment, making the audience hold their breath, not daring to breathe, and the heart is about to jump out.

The whistle of the first half game ended, and everyone felt a little relieved.

Although there is no peeing point in movies, there are mandatory peeing points in football games.

For a while, everyone got up one after another to solve their personal physical problems.

Otherwise, there will be a scary scene in the second half, and I will really be scared to pee.

Duncan stood on the sidelines, waiting for his players.

Although they conceded a goal, they still lead the total score, so everyone is still in a good mood.

Except Lopez...

Everyone else walked into the tunnel, Lopez last.

"Head, I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Lopez bowed his head.

"It doesn't matter, we are still ahead. Everyone will make mistakes, don't blame yourself, just pay more attention in the future." Duncan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, boss." Lopez was a little grateful.

Well, that is to say, I am grateful. Tears filled my eyes, and showing loyalty is a bit too much. Those are the plots only in novels.

Afterwards, Duncan followed behind the big team and walked into the player tunnel.

Chelsea's pressing defense is very difficult to deal with, combined with the iron will in the bones of Chelsea players, they have always been tenacious.

The confrontation on the court was fierce, and the physical strength of the Manchester City players was exhausted.

To keep the football running smoothly, it takes more energy.

Players are not iron men, nor are they robots. It is impossible for them to maintain this kind of high-intensity exercise during the nine or 10 minutes of the game.

"But we can't give up the fight, especially in midfield! We have to stick to our style of play and try to control the football and the rhythm. Otherwise, it's easy for Chelsea to take our chances!"

This situation is actually like a tug-of-war. Both sides are exerting force, and they can only keep exerting force.If anyone wants to let go of their hands and breathe a sigh of relief, they will definitely be greeted with an overwhelming attack from the other party!

Under such circumstances, there is no step back!
One step back, one can only retreat step by step, and in the end retreat is unavoidable, forcing himself to death.

Visiting team locker room.

Hiddink clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said: "In the first half of the game, we did a good job of defending the opponent's core players, including Pedro, Silva and other players. More chances to get the ball, as for the conceded ball..."

Hiddink thought of the dazzling arc, pursed his lips, and said:
"It's not a crime of war, everyone, don't be affected, we will continue this style of play in the second half."

After a brief summary, Hiddink began to arrange tactics.

Hiddink doesn't have much time to comfort, encourage, and scold the players.

The only thing he did was to stand in front of the art display board and start arranging the tactical deployment he had thought up.

"Essien, pay attention to the scale when defending, and don't leave too many opportunities for the opponent to set the ball..."

Essien nodded.

"Lampard, you can try to let go a little more. The team's defense needs you, but the offense still needs you. If there is a chance, in the second half, strengthen the long shot in front of Manchester City's penalty area..."

Lampard nodded slightly.

"Didier, I hope you can be more aggressive! You have to remember, you are the best striker in the Premier League, no defender can stop you! If anyone, then like this goal, put the opponent crush..."

Drogba nodded fiercely.

"Robbie..." Hiddink suddenly took a breath when he read the name.

"Boss?" Robinho said, grinning his big white teeth.

Hiddink suddenly felt that the tense and serious atmosphere he could create in the locker room was destroyed by this black boy.

This second-year boy really gave Hiddink a headache.

Don't use him, this guy has such a high social status, and his hard power is also very strong; use him, this black boy often overplays himself.

But fortunately, my pre-match advice paid off. Robinho made a good grab and even scored an assist.

"Robby, you're doing well, keep going!" Hiddink said.

"must!"

The boy who was playing happy football laughed innocently.

……

15 minutes was short, and after the intermission, the two sides returned to the court again.

The second half of the game restarted.

Chelsea pressed high and then attacked. Manchester City refused to give an inch and resisted tenaciously.

From the very beginning, the two sides entered hand-to-hand combat.

Physical contact increased, defensive actions were rough, and fouls on both sides gradually increased.

In the 52nd minute, Chelsea attacked, Lampard shifted the football to the left in a wide range, Robinho received the ball from the side, and used his flexible dribbling technique to cut inside into the center.

Hargreaves and Thiago Silva wanted to come up to defend, but Robinho made a fake move and kicked the ball forward, rubbing his body inward.

Thiago Silva turned quickly and did not allow Robinho to add up the speed.

Then Thiago Silva took the lead and cleared the ball before Robinho had the ball.

Robinho fell to the ground, lying in the restricted area.

Thiago Silva raised his hand to show his innocence.

The referee waved his hand decisively, indicating that Thiago Silva had not fouled, and asked Robinho to stand up quickly.

"Judging from the slow-motion playback, Thiago Silva did make a very wonderful clearance. He first encountered football and then Robinho. I have to say that there is a fellow Brazilian Now, Robinho's diving is a bit difficult."

The smell of gunpowder in the game began to intensify.

(End of this chapter)