Phi-Fic Chapter 482 The third goal of the game
Chapter 482 The third goal of the game
Chapter 482 The third goal of the game
"You are strong!"
In the past three years, Senderos has heard countless people say this to him. The former Arsenal coach and professor Arsene Wenger once said, the "gun king" Thierry Henry who was cited as an idol and close friend said this to him, the new coach Ancelotti said this to him, the senior coach of AC Milan's first team said this to him, and even the famous madman Li said this to him more than once...
It's a pity that no matter who it is or what tone it says to him, Senderos's confidence that he didn't know where to throw it has never increased by even a single point!
When this sentence has been said too many times by too many people, for Senderos, it is not much different from a breeze blowing by the ear...
However, Senderos never imagined that this sentence would come out of Drogba’s mouth one day. The Côte d’Ivoire [Warcraft], which destroyed everything when he was young and proud, would stand on the field one day and say this sentence to him with a smile...
You are strong!
Even if these three words are meaningless even if others say them [-] million times, Drogba said them like Huang Zhong Dalu, and instantly set off a storm in Senderos' mind...
……
Just when Senderos was still in an unbelievable state of brain shutdown, Chelsea was once again in a huge crisis——
A few seconds ago, Gago, the midfielder of the Magpies who received the pass from Senderos, used a dazzling half-marseille roundabout to protect the ball and turned around. He got rid of Joe Cole's entanglement, and directly sent a high-altitude over-the-head ball...
"...Excellent pass, Gago pierced Chelsea's defense with a football! The Blues' defense was too high, giving Newcastle an opportunity!"
Mike Donald screamed.
The football flew over the heads of Cech and Carvalho, and the two chased desperately...
Just at this moment, a purple lightning bolt flashed between the two of them, whizzing past with a scorching breath, leaving only a back view of the two of them that would get farther and farther away even if they chased desperately...
"How? Damn it, it's too bad..." Carvalho was taken aback.
"Is it him? Shevchenko again? Shet..." Terry was very anxious.
At the same time, the exclamation of Stamford Bridge sounded countless times, still roaring like a flood that broke through the dam. What made everyone want to die was that this time, the person who gave them uncontrollable shock was still the nightmare Ukrainian [nuclear warhead] Andrei Shevchenko!
This time, Shevchenko, whose speed had soared, was like a gust of lightning from the sky. Without giving Terry any chance to catch up, he rushed directly to the goal handled by Petr Cech with the football...
This is pure one-handedness!
Shevchenko himself does not have any intention of pausing for a while and playing with Terry again, because, this one-handed, he wants to score in the most dignified way, in the way a striker should really score!
Behind him, Carvalho and Terry have given up their pursuit!
They can't keep up with Shevchenko's hurricane pace!
Facing the goalkeeper Petr Cech, whom he has beaten three times, Shevchenko made a slight adjustment near the edge of the small penalty area, and then blatantly shot...
boom!
A crisp sound broke the hearts of all Chelsea fans. They couldn't bear the third goal. After Mad Lee's team took a three-goal lead, even God couldn't get it back...
The football turned into white lightning and rushed towards the goal in an unstoppable posture!
This is a kill ball!
This is a ball of despair!
But someone said 'no' to Shevchenko's shot --
Cech, the Czech gibbon, took off on the spot under almost impossible circumstances, stretched his right arm and touched the spinning football with his fingertips...
This time it was almost a must-go shot, because Cech's crucial light touch changed the direction of flight slightly, and finally flew towards the stands by rubbing the crossbar!
"...Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool ofs of this in the penalty spot!
MacDonald finally found a reason to speak for Chelsea, screaming desperately: "This will be the turning point of the game, Chelsea have found a way to control the game, and Newcastle's morale has been hit..."
In fact, even Mike Donald himself didn't know what he was talking about inexplicably.
……
At this moment, the applause at Stamford Bridge was like the eternal rolling thunder in summer, exploding in North London, where the night had not yet fallen, and the passionate applause full of the rest of life could be heard from miles away from the stadium...
The stands became a sea of cheers!
And the cheers and applause were not because the team scored a goal, but because their opponent Shevchenko did not score a goal!
Even Hiddink, the Dutchman on the sidelines, couldn't help clenching his fists excitedly!
The camera scanned from all directions, only the Russian tycoon Abramovich in the VIP box shook his head. Obviously, this is not the Chelsea he hoped for. The team he hoped to create is more like the temperless Newcastle who is playing Chelsea now!
"Perhaps, in this world, only people like Crazy Li can build such a team for me... Could it be that I really have to..."
At this moment, no one knew that the blue army boss's heart was rekindled with that extinguished thought!
……
Newcastle won a corner kick, which was the 8th corner kick for the Magpies in the game!
The person who took the penalty was Russia's [tsar] Arshavin!
Newcastle's big men and players with excellent header skills rushed into the penalty area--
The two central defenders, Steven Taylor and Senderos, stood near the two goalposts one after the other. Crespo was standing in the middle and interfering with goalkeeper Petr Cech. Alan Smith and Podolski were ambushing in the penalty area...
"force……"
The referee's whistle sounded, and the football was sent to the front of the penalty area by Arshavin...
All the heads in the penalty area are jumping heads. It seems that they have known for a long time that the football will come to the front. [Little Superman] Steven Tyler, relying on his strong and tall body, got stuck in the position at the first time, leaned back the defensive player Carvalho, and rubbed his forehead lightly...
The original flat and fast running route of the football instantly threw a high parabola, bypassing the heads of everyone behind, and went straight to the point behind the goal...
This was obviously a premeditated tactical corner kick. When Arshavin raised two fingers at the penalty spot three seconds ago, the Newcastle players knew what they should do...
Therefore, Senderos at the last point didn't watch what happened at the first point at all. He took the time in his attacking heart, counted silently to three numbers, then stepped back slightly, and then moved forward vigorously, leaping high...
Sure enough, the moment he just provoked, the football was already oncoming!
Everything was no different from what happened in the tactical training before the game, and it was even more perfect. Senderos felt that he had time to pose in the air with a more graceful pose...
However, at this moment, a huge force passed from behind!
"...Someone jumped up, it was the defense from the Chelsea players!"
Senderos understood everything that was happening in an instant, but he no longer had the mind and energy to guess who was pushing him from behind. He could only use all his waist and abdomen strength to barely maintain his balance in the air, and then faced the football that was smashing like an iron block and pushed it hard...
boom!
Football is like an unlucky white-haired rabbit that has been chased by everyone. With nowhere to escape, it finally fled in grief and anger into the only place that seemed to be the only escape——
net!
Cech, the Czech goalkeeper who had just blocked Shevchenko's powerful shot, could not stop this cunning 'rabbit' this time. Senderos shot so fast that Cech had not had time to blink. Everything was too late...
For the third goal, Stamford Bridge didn't even have time to scream. 'Li Hei' McDonald lamented weakly: "Newcastle scored again, a wonderful tactical corner kick. The goal was the central defender Senderos. The only suspense now is whether Newcastle's opponents can score a face-saving goal, who is Macheda who belongs to Chelsea?"
At this moment, more than 60000 lost Chelsea fans can only witness the carnival of more than 3000 Newcastle fans in loneliness, and witness the carnival of the enemy on the site where they have collected glory and harvested victories countless times...
On the sidelines, the Dutch Hiddink could only shake his head helplessly!
Although he had expected such an ending a long time ago, although he had already prepared himself for failure, Hiddink still felt deeply frustrated when the opponent's third goal really came...
This is the third time he has been defeated by Crazy Lee. If he felt dissatisfied with losing to Crazy Li who led the powerful Three Lions in the Russian national team, then after having a more powerful Blue Army general, he still lost to Crazy Li's Newcastle, leaving Hiddink speechless!
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(End of this chapter)