Phi-Fic Chapter 392 On the Eve of the Storm
Chapter 392 On the Eve of the Storm
Chapter 392 Before the Storm
7: 2!
This is a score that no one expected before the game!
The gap is really too big, too big, too big!
Unimaginable!
Maybe many people imagined before the game that Madman Lee and his Newcastle would win, but absolutely no one dared to imagine that they would win with such a large score. Even the most die-hard Newcastle fans and the craziest Madman Lee fans did not expect that they would receive such a huge surprise after nine to 10 minutes of fierce battle!
The opponent is Chelsea!
The era of Mourinho swept all over the world, with the incomparable muscular forest violence, he did not know how many giants were defeated at home, and the super giant who retreated with hatred!
Iron blood and invincibility were once synonymous with Chelsea!
Now, although the madman has waved away and descended to Meazza, the original team that the madman was proud of at that time was all there, and even the last panties could not be found after the sharp counterattack of the Newcastle new army...
This makes Chelsea so embarrassing!
Fortunately, the shocking cooperation between [Magic Lamp] Frank Lampard and [Warcraft] Didier Drogba saved a bit of face for Chelsea, which suffered the biggest defeat in the past decade!
Not surprisingly, Drogba's shot can enter the top three of the best goals in this round of the league!
But for two iconic Blues stars who exploded with terrifying energy in the final moments, perhaps Temmon would have preferred winning games to earning his own word of mouth...
When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, St. James' Park fell into silence, and then applause broke out again soon!
"...The game is over. The Magpies played an incredible game in the second half. Their tactics and efficiency undoubtedly shocked the entire Premier League...But Chelsea fans don't have to be sad. You have a group of strong fighters with noble qualities. They are the most precious asset belonging to the blue Stamford Bridge...At this moment, the applause at St. James' Park is not only for Newcastle..."
In fact, even if the on-site commentator did not use his passionate and high-pitched voice to make a special explanation, everyone understood that the Newcastle people’s applause, which sounded like the eternally surging waves of the English Channel, not only vented the joy of the Magpies fans after their wild victory, but also demonstrated the tenacity of the Chelsea players who made unremitting efforts to fight for a shocking goal at the last moment...
Under the bright night sky of Newcastle on November 11th, if you have to find out who is not worthy of the applause at St. James' Park, 9 fingers will point to the same person at the same time——
Luis Felipe Scolari!
The 08-09 season of the Premier League has progressed so far, even a six or seven-year-old fan who has only watched the game for a year or two dares to say something to the world with the most certain tone——
"... Scolari castrated Chelsea's blood and arrogance!"
Facts have long proved that the so-called "beautiful football" by the Brazilian old man is just a "political achievement project" to cater to the personal preferences of the boss Abramovich. It is like the emperor's new clothes. The boss of Chelsea has been gambling all the time. Unfortunately, this time he gambled away the last bit of his wife...
The camera lens captured that before the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the defeated Scolari walked into the player channel with one kick high and one low, and disappeared in the farthest darkness.
The Brazilian old man didn't see Drogba's violent long-range shot at the last moment...
Perhaps, he didn't want to watch it, even if Drogba's shot could collapse the stands at St. James' Park, it would have no effect on the old Brazilian...
No matter how infatuated you are, it's time to leave!
No one is welcoming him at Stamford Bridge!
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Post-match press conference hall.
The grinning reporters, like cowardly foxes who smelled fishy, waited here in unison. No matter the process of this game or the series of chain reactions that will be caused by it, they are worth looking forward to...
When Li Tongfan entered the hall, the Brazilian old man Scolari hadn't come yet, so Lao Li sat behind the interview table and waited for Scolari's arrival with a smile on his face.
No matter in reality or in FM2009, this game is very rewarding for Lao Li. After all, Scolari is the first head-to-head coach since Li Tongfan bought the pirated CD.
What kind of rewards can I get for defeating such a super boss?
To be honest, at this time, Lao Li couldn't wait to go back to his pig's nest and open the Hummer GO-BOOK to check everything!
However, now we have to wait a little longer!
Since this is the press conference hall of St. James' Park Stadium, according to the usual practice, it is necessary to wait for the head coach of the visiting team to accept the reporter's interview before returning to Li Tongfan. Although the reporters are eager to get news, the English's compliance with the rules in certain areas is really admirable. More than 60 reporters on the scene waited patiently...
When Lao Li was almost impatient and ready to leave the table, Mr. Scolari, who "began to come out after a long wait, still holding a pipa half-hidden", finally came late...
Compared with the gray and defeated face in the last few 10 minutes of the game, the complexion of the old Brazilian who appeared in the press conference hall at this time is obviously much better, and he has vaguely recovered some of the coquettishness when he vowed to sweep Newcastle two or three hours ago!
After the two sat down, the press officer announced the official start of the press conference.
Reporters swarmed over.
"Mr. Scolari, someone claimed before the game that if you lose this game, you will be fired by Chelsea. Is this true?" The reporter's question from the "Observer", whose position has always been biased towards Newcastle, hit the nail on the head, and did not give the old man in his 60s any face.
"You should ask the club this question, not me!" Scolari said unequivocally.
If you really count it, the Brazilian old man has eaten more salt than Lao Li in dealing with reporters. When he was still coaching the Portuguese national team, the old man used his old arms and legs to box the Serbian player Dragutinovic. He has long been used to strong winds and waves.
"...Chelsea's record this season is terrible, and your so-called beautiful football has not won a game against the traditional semi-finals... Don't you think you should take the initiative to resign?" The "Daily Telegraph" reporter followed closely, not giving Scolari a chance to breathe.
[Big Phil] Not only did Scolari show no guilt on his face, but he spoke eloquently: "I can't think of why I left Chelsea. I love everything at Stamford Bridge, and people there like me too...I will use my football philosophy to bring glory to Chelsea..."
Speaking of the joy, Scolari spit and danced, as if what he had done had brought Chelsea a better tomorrow instead of pulling the Blues back into the abyss like now...
cut……
Li Tongfan couldn't bear to listen to it. He was about to secretly raise his middle finger just now, but who knew he was surprised when he looked up——
The more than 60 reporters in the venue were actually much more aggressive than me, and all of them blatantly raised their middle fingers at the old man who was drooling behind the interview table and flirting...
I have seen shameless people, I have never seen such shameless people!
Who doesn't know what you think about Scolari?
Isn't it just to cheat some Russian fools into taking Abramovich's liquidated damages before leaving, and to say so many disgusting things shamelessly...
At this moment, even the reporters couldn't stand Scolari's shamelessness!
What no one knew was that, seeing the scene of the post-match press conference broadcast by Sky TV, a furious Russian uncle in the living room of that luxury villa in London smashed a plasma high-definition TV worth £5000: "Let this shameless old donkey disappear at Stamford Bridge as soon as possible...Give him liquidated damages...quickly let him go...NOW!!
Soon, Uncle Scolari, who was eloquently declaring his ambitions, suddenly found his cell phone rang. He lowered his head and took it out to have a look. A trace of nervousness flashed across his face, and he waved to the countless commanders in front of him, and walked out of the press conference hall gracefully.
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Soon, in a deserted corner——
"Mr. Scolari, you can pack your luggage and leave Stamford Bridge now..." The cold voice of Abramovich's assistant came from the other end of the phone.
"How can this be? My coaching contract is protected by law. You can't..." The old Brazilian's voice was full of anger.
"okay……"
The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously impatient, suppressing his strong contempt, and whispered: "You will get the liquidated damages soon, but the boss doesn't want you to show up in the head coach's office at Stamford Bridge tomorrow..."
"OK!!"
Scolari agreed to the other party's terms without hesitation when he heard that there was no penalty for breach of contract.
Where can I find such a good thing after less than five months of coaching and reaping three years' salary?
Uncle Brazil himself has had enough of the harshness of the damn English media and the cold eyes of the chubby Russian, and now everyone is finally relieved...
No one knows at this moment that Chelsea's coach has quietly left!
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Press conference hall.
Although Scolari's voluntary departure disappointed the reporters who wanted to dig out the latest breaking news, but the existence of Madman Lee made them quickly find a new breakthrough point...
"Mr. Idiot, first of all congratulations on winning the game... But I would like to know if Deco's injury in the first half was your intentional tactical revenge? Because there was a camera lens that captured Ronaldo and Hugo Lloris before Deco was injured. Khedira gave tactical instructions to Khedira, and Khedira shoveled Deco after only 30 seconds..."
A beautiful reporter from an unknown newspaper squeezed to the front of the crowd, with a strange arc drawn at the corner of her mouth, with a slight provocation and pride on her face, she stared at Li Tongfan with a smile.
Fake oil, his uncle is murderous! !
For some reason, Lao Li suddenly felt a chill down his spine when he saw the smiling face of this flowery and jade-like lady. A strange feeling rose from Lao Li's heart. Suddenly, it seemed that standing in front of him was not a strange beautiful girl, but a woman named [Premier League Nightmare]...
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(End of this chapter)