Chapter 259 Green Dou Qi (Daily Transition)
The applause at Stamford Bridge lasted for a long time.

The emotions of fans on both sides were brought back to the same level.

“Kompany looked in pain, covered his crotch, jumped up and complained to the referee, Clattenburg.”

“The latter remained unmoved and pointed to his eyes with a confident look.”

“From the slow-motion replay, the Chelsea striker did make a dirty move against the Manchester City centre-back.”

Clattenburg is one of the four blind players in the Premier League, nicknamed: Draw Master.

This guy pays a lot of attention to his image and just had a hair transplant two months ago.

Mourinho applauded vigorously.

Chelsea’s assistant coaches were dancing.

Although Diego Costa and Fabregas are difficult to control in the locker room, they are very reliable on the pitch!

The other side.

Pellegrini was a little dazed, not because of the loss of the ball, but because he was imagining: an excellent, comprehensive and versatile center forward like Diego Costa is very suitable to partner with Gao Qi.

It’s a pity that I can’t buy it.

Even if they bought him, the coaching staff couldn’t control him.

On the green field.

Gao Qi pressed down with both hands, signaling to his teammates to lower the formation so as not to give Chelsea a large space to play deep.

The overwhelming shouts instantly drowned out his verbal instructions.

Manchester City’s defense in the distance.

Demichelis asked in confusion, “What is Gao talking about?”

Kompany endured the pain that slowly dissipated: “Well, Gao is encouraging us, telling us not to panic, he will score more goals and win the game.”

The ball is placed back on the centre circle.

Beep!
The game continues.

Morata kicked the ball back to the backcourt.

“changed.”

“After the equaliser, Chelsea’s defensive shape changed again.”

“Diego Costa, Willian and Oscar pressed aggressively.”

“The three of them formed the first line of defense.”

“Hehehe, Mourinho is sure that Manchester City’s backcourt is not good at cleaning up dirty balls.”

Diego Costa’s harassment ability goes without saying.

Small moves and trash talk made the opponent blush and their hearts flutter.

William, with his afro hair, is a fanatical fan of Ronaldinho and a loyal believer of Mourinho. This combination makes his playing style sometimes cool and sometimes pragmatic.

As for Oscar, he was once hailed as “Kaka’s successor” and once won the competition with De Bruyne and successfully squeezed out the latter.

Coach Zhang praised the strengths of Chelsea players.

He repeated: “Manchester City’s backcourt is not good at cleaning dirty balls.”

Just finished.

Fernandinho spikes the ball away from Oscar.

Then push forward with all your might.

at the same time.

Milner and De Bruyne retreated at the same time, providing two support points on the left and right.

Manchester City’s full-backs on both wings also ran at high speed at the same time.

Gao Qi quickly reached the front of the formation.

Studio.
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[Chelsea’s lineup is awesome, and Manchester City’s players are not bad either, especially in the offensive phase. ]
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[Manchester City’s backcourt is weak in cleaning dirty balls, but the two defensive midfielders are very good with the ball. Yaya Toure was once the best midfielder in the world, and Fernandinho had a season in which he averaged 3.9 dribbles per game.]
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[Both sides are equally strong and will not be easily dragged into the rhythm. Breaking the situation is not a one-person job. ]
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[In comparison, it was really difficult to be a high-ranking player in the Roman period. You had to think about how to attack your opponent in every game.]
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[With this attack, Chelsea’s three-layer defense line was destroyed? 】
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[The first line of defense is the harassment function. If the functions of the second and third lines of defense are not clearly understood, then it is over. ]
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【It’s gone. It’s turned into a bus.】

“Chelsea has a back-up plan!”

“Don’t panic.”

“When the first two lines of defense were disrupted, everyone quickly took up their positions.”

“It’s too late!”

“Morata.”

“Header!”

The tens of thousands of fans at Stamford Bridge have yet to react.

Gao Qi received the pass in the left half and crushed Fabregas with his strong ball control radius and dominant physique.

in a blink.

The football was lifted into the penalty area at 45 degrees.

Morata leaps high.

The handsome figure is like a fish leaping out of a sparkling river at sunset.

Bah!
With that handsome face, he headed the ball hard towards Chelsea’s goal.

There was an uproar.

Courtois stretched his body early and kicked the grass hard.

He leaped into the air like a kangaroo, his gloves clenched into fists.

Snapped.

One punch.

The football was like a kite with a broken string, floating out of the baseline.

“Wonderful!”

“A wonderful match between a new generation of talented shooters and a new generation of top goalkeepers.”

“One hit it well.” “One dived well.”

“Manchester City have a corner opportunity.”

Courtois has a bad character, but his fighting ability is not low.

As he landed, his expression regained its defiant look, as if to say, “I am the best goalkeeper in the world.”

Terry quickly directed the positioning for the corner kick.

“Concerned about the lack of experience of the young goalkeeper.”

“Chelsea captain comes to check the defensive details of the set-piece.”

Morata turned around and gave the Chinese star a thumbs up.

Look confident.

I felt a little guilty inside: this Beckenbauer-style pass was so good, but I didn’t score.

Gao Qi smiled and applauded.

De Bruyne had a gloomy face and ran silently towards the corner flag area.

Courtside.

Mourinho reviewed De Bruyne’s performance and felt a little emotional: This kid is improving too fast.

It’s just a sigh.

He doesn’t think too much about irrelevant things during the game.

The assistant coach next to him was gesticulating frantically, reminding the players to pay attention to set-piece defense.

The other side.

Pellegrini squatted down and observed Manchester City’s offensive position.

Kidd said in a relaxed tone: “I guess Gao Neng can head the ball in.”

“Oh?”

“Damn, he has a lot of people around him, even Diego Costa is back to defend in depth.”

“Does Chelsea want to give up this corner kick counterattack?”

“Everyone is piled up in the restricted area!”

The wind blew against the corner flagpole.

The noise from the stands on all four sides of Stamford Bridge dropped slightly.

Chelsea is facing a formidable enemy.

“A real cage trap.”

“Chelsea’s top set-piece defence is very advanced, if analyzed from a spatial level”

The camera turned.

Gao Qi was hugged “from a distance”, had his buttocks lifted, had his shoulders put on him, and had his clothes pulled
The audience in front of the TV was a little confused, feeling that Coach Zhang was describing another game with words.

Corner flag area.

De Bruyne took two steps back.

hands up.

It was as if the green fighting spirit emanating from his body was surging wildly.

Close on Courtois.

“A determined look.”

“The Belgian midfielder, he’s doing really well this season.”

“The future master.”

Beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

De Bruyne starts his run-up.

The camera zooms out.

Coach Zhang was excited and wanted to describe Gao Qi’s step back without the ball.

It’s so essential.

It’s a pity it’s too late.

The trajectory of the football attracted the attention of tens of thousands of fans at Stamford Bridge.

Intense spin.

Small arc.

This goal seemed to embody the lifelong skills of the Belgian midfield.

“Morata!”

“Kompany!”

The commentator with a duck-like voice and Coach Zhang called out different names.

The close-up sound equipment did not detect the sound of the ball touching.

Several big heads that jumped up failed to hit the ball.

Whether it is yellow, black, or a bald forehead.

The football seemed to turn.

Falling suddenly.

Get into the net.

Score directly from a corner kick?

Courtois was stunned!

1:2! ! !

(End of this chapter)