Chapter 215 Peach Blossom Shadow Falls Flying Sword, We Want to Go In! "GGGG——OOOO——AAAAA——LLLLLLL"“0:2! 0:2!” "It is a hell for Chelsea!" With center forward Brahimi's goal, Porto leads Chelsea by 2 goals away from home. At this time, the game time has reached 71 minutes! [Damn, I'm really impressed. Can Chelsea do better? I really want to see Chelsea beat Porto! ] [Who isn't? The Premier League champion can't beat the Portuguese Super League champion. Can anyone tell me why? The Premier League is so rubbish? ] [It is said that Porto will become stronger in the Champions League, and it is true after seeing this! ] [Just watch, I'm going to sleep first. Chelsea is really a loser. This kind of team doesn't deserve Jiang Yuan.] [Jiang Yuan is stuck by Corona. If this is the case, it would be better to let Jiang Yuan go to the right.] [Going to the right is useless, it's just a matter of changing someone to stick to him. There's nothing I can do, Lopetegui knows Jiang Yuan too well]
[It’s okay, think positively. Although Chelsea didn’t beat Porto, at worst they are second in the group. There’s no need to panic.] [King Jiang, can I trust you? ] Fans were discussing the matter crazily on the forums. Whenever Jiang Yuan had a match, various domestic football forums would become extremely popular, even more so than Twitter and Instagram. However, the fans' cheers in the back could not be heard by the players on the field. All the players could hear was the coach's roar and the abuse from the fans. "The game is still going on. Because of Brahimi's penalty kick, the balance of victory has begun to tip towards Porto. Coach He Wei, do you think Chelsea still has a chance of winning?" "Well... to be honest, I support Jiang Yuan just like everyone else. , and Chelsea. But from the previous games, Chelsea is in a slightly weaker position. In this case, it is indeed difficult for Chelsea to equalize the score." "That's right. Look at the time. 72 minutes and 34 seconds..." "Chelsea doesn't have much time left!" On the field, after Brahimi scored a penalty, Lopetegui began to make substitutions. Midfielder Evandro replaces right winger Corona. Then Layun, who was on the left winger position, moved back, and Porto's original 433 changed to 451. The purpose of the substitution is very clear, Lopetegui wants to keep the score of 2:0 until the end! "shit!" "Fuck you!" In the stands, hundreds of Blues fans began to leave. Fans also have tempers. The home team is so behind. What's the point of watching it? I won't watch it anymore! "xuuuu——" There were boos everywhere at Stamford Bridge, and the camera turned to several fan passages in the middle of the stands, where many people had already left. In the 74th minute of the game, Lopetegui had already sat back in his chair. In the home team's bench, Mourinho and Brown stood there like two pillars, motionless.
In Chelsea's backcourt, Fabregas connected with Oscar, who had just come on, and completed the forward advance through William. "River!" William shouted, and without any hesitation, he pushed the ball directly in front of Jiang Yuan. coming! After Corona was killed, the chewing gum stuck on Jiang Yuan's body was finally removed. "Jiang Yuan started to sprint. Because the pace in the first half was relatively slow, the players on the field still had plenty of energy. Especially Jiang Yuan, this kid is known for his endurance." "It was very fast. Herrera wanted to chase back, but he couldn't catch up with his old teammate at all." "Hiss - Lopetegui replacing Corona might not be the right choice. Without anyone to stop Jiang Yuan from starting, no one in the Porto team can keep up with Jiang Yuan." "Get ready to go to the bottom! Maxi Pereira is in front of us. Let's see what Jiang Yuan chooses. Do you want to try to break through to the bottom line?" "He made a left-footed cross to the middle, and Willian took the ball and shot it directly, hitting Maicon's head and bouncing out of bounds." Chelsea gets a corner kick and Oscar takes it! "call……" Inside the restricted area, Jiang Yuan was jumping up and down, feeling a little nervous. Originally, Maicon was responsible for marking Jiang Yuan, but because Zouma took the initiative to stand in front of Jiang Yuan, Maicon had to switch targets with Marcano. The one guarding Jiang Yuan now is Brahimi! The referee blew the whistle and Oscar raised his hands. Front point! With a "pop", the ball was hit by Oscar, passed over Hazard's head and reached the back point. "Ok!" Jiang Yuan held his breath and used his iron mountain to push Brahimi away. Then he jumped decisively. With a "bang", the ball hit Jiang Yuan's head, and its flight path changed instantly, heading straight for the goal. Jiang was very close to the goal and Casillas had no chance to react. He could only stand there and watch the ball pass by his ear out of the corner of his eye. "GGGGG-OOOOO-AAAAAA-LLLLLL!!!!!" "a goal from Jiang, the number7for Chealse!" "chance! it's a chance!" As a permanent commentator at Stamford Bridge, McLaughlan would shout louder whenever Chelsea scored a goal. Calling away team goals is McLaughlan's job, but calling home team goals is McLaughlan's life! "Nice nice nice!" Terry ran towards Jiang Yuan like a madman, took a running start and jumped onto Jiang Yuan, with his legs wrapped around Jiang Yuan's waist.
The two looked at each other, and Terry kissed Jiang Yuan on the top of his head: "Good shot! Good shot! Good shot!" Terry climbing the tree put some strain on Jiang Yuan's shoulders, but he did not rush to respond to Terry's celebration. Instead, he looked towards the border at the first moment. The linesman didn't raise the flag! "Damn it, get down!" "Clap clap clap!" Jiang Yuan stretched out his right hand and slapped Terry's butt three times in a row. He pressed the Chelsea captain's pectoralis major with both hands and pushed him down. Terry fell to the ground, but immediately reacted, got up and waved to his teammates: "Go back! Don't celebrate, everyone go back!" In Porto's penalty area, Jiang Yuan ran towards the goal. Casillas reacted and picked up the ball in the goal and held it in his arms. "Give me!" Jiang Yuan reached out to take the ball, but Casillas turned his body away and refused to let Jiang Yuan take the ball. "Referee! Referee!" Terry shouted, and Kachir happened to be paying close attention and saw this scene. Well! "The referee blew the whistle and Porto goalkeeper Casillas was shown a yellow card for delaying the game. From the perspective of neutral fans, Casillas's action was somewhat unsportsmanlike, but as a member of the Porto team, sometimes he has to do that." "Jiang Yuan ran towards the center circle with the ball. He gave up celebrating!" "Porto is kicking off now, and the player serving is Brahimi" In the 76th minute of the game, the dim Stamford Bridge suddenly became bright and Mourinho's eyes also showed light. The Portuguese coach used his hands and feet: "Play on the left, pass the ball to Jiang, pass the damn ball to Jiang, don't worry about anything else, we don't have much time!" "Kurt! Move to the left! Move to the left!" As a FIFA pro-level coach, how could Mourinho not understand? Corona's fate is giving Jiang Yuan an opportunity! …… The stadium was bustling with activity, and even busier outside. Several white men holding cell phones suddenly shouted, "Goal! Goal! Now the score is 1:2!!" “Who scored the goal?” "Tell me, who scored the goal?" The crowd was very noisy, and everyone took out their phones and turned on the media broadcasts. 【77′46″ Chelsea1：2Porto 【74′ JIANG】 !!! Go back quickly! This was the thought in the hearts of all the Blues fans who left the stadium. After feeling frustrated for the whole game, we finally scored a goal in the 74th minute! On the road outside the stadium, groups of Chelsea fans were running towards the stadium. Go back quickly, go back quickly! ……
"Chelsea! Snap!" "Chelsea! Snap!" "Chelsea! Snap!" Jiang Yuan's header gave the Blues hope. 10 minutes. Just score one more goal! In the 82nd minute of the game, the camera turned to Porto's bench. Lopetegui, who was originally sitting on the chair, had stood up. On his forehead, sweat due to nervousness was clearly visible. "Hiss—Hu Lun, replacing Jesus may not be the right choice..." "Um" Lopetegui nodded. Corona's departure freed up Jiang Yuan's role on the offensive end, but Lopetegui did not have no solution to this. Just find someone else to be the chewing gum! "Hector, go up and keep an eye on Jiang. You don't need to defend. Don't let Jiang start." The reason why Corona was able to restrict Jiang Yuan in the first half was not because of how fast he ran, but because his attention was all on Jiang Yuan. In other words, as long as Hector can stick to Jiang Yuan like Corona, it will be enough. The game was still going on. In the 85th minute, Neves dribbled the ball down the middle towards the Chelsea goal. "Go up" Fabregas shouted, and he and William sandwiched Neves from the front and back. Neves, who had no choice but to pass the ball to the right after observation, got the ball from Herrera. Before Herrera got the ball, Jiang Yuan, who had sensed an opportunity, had already started running towards Herrera. When Herrera got the ball, Jiang Yuan fell sideways, put his left leg on the ground, folded his right calf, and then stretched it out suddenly, kicking the ball in front of Herrera. "Well done!" Fabregas' eyes lit up, he ran over quickly and stretched out his left foot to protect the ball. The ball was suddenly taken away from him, and Herrera was of course very dissatisfied. He passed over Jiang Yuan's calf and went straight to Fabregas. "Give it to me quickly!" William shouted, then ran forward decisively. Seeing this, Fabregas trotted a few steps to the right with the ball, and when the angle was right, he passed the ball in front of William. The latter took the ball and knocked it to the right. Hazard had been waiting on the sidelines for a long time! "Get out, get out!" Mourinho pointed to the baseline, urging Hazard to hurry down. The Belgian superstar lived up to Mourinho's expectations and successfully got rid of Layun with a simple change of rhythm. Then start accelerating! "Wow!" The stadium erupted in loud cheers. Hazard showed his superb ability to break through on the wing, dribbling the ball step by step towards the baseline. The closest to him was Porto's left-back Indi. Of course, Chelsea has more than just Hazard on the right. The team's Sevilla full-back Ivanovic is right behind Hazard, ready to receive Hazard's return pass at any time.
Indi is under a lot of pressure now, but he also showed his ability as a Porto veteran, standing with one foot in front and one behind, a classic single-defense mode on the wing. Let go one way, defend one way! Hazard felt a little uncomfortable. Indi didn't respond well to changes in rhythm, and the Belgian was not an absolutely fast striker. The situation seemed to be at a stalemate. At this moment, the team's Brazilian midfielder William hurried over from the middle, and at the same time Ivanovic also began to run forward from the sideline, making a side-over movement. Of course, Ivanovic's overlapping is definitely an illusion. “Here!” William stretched out his hands and pointed to the position in front of him. After hearing it, Hazard decisively passed the ball diagonally and then immediately ran to the baseline. "Snapped!" William made a straight pass, which went past Indi and rolled straight to Hazard's feet. "Hazard holds the ball near the baseline. Hazard happens to be right-footed, so let's see if he can get the ball into the penalty area." "Turn around? What does Hazard mean by that? Is he going to switch to his left foot, which he is not good at? This might be a feint by Hazard, so Maicon is not in a hurry to move." "Left foot to right foot! You can pass the ball... a triangle pass! A triangle pass from Hazard, but the ball was not controlled and was passed too high!" fuck! Hazard covered his face with his hands, feeling a little regretful about his inverted triangle pass. His original intention was to pass the ball to William so that William could take a long shot from the top of the arc. As a result, the moment he touched the ball, his center of gravity was a little loose, which caused the ball to bounce up, and he didn't even pass it to the middle, but went directly to the left. However, just when everyone thought that Chelsea's attack was about to end, Jiang Yuan suddenly rushed out from the left sideline. Jiang Yuan's first reaction was to stop the ball with his chest, but when he looked up, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an unguarded line between Maicon and Marcano, and the end of the line was... Porto's goal! At this moment, Jiang Yuan suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, which made him lift his right leg involuntarily. The ball flew straight towards him, so Jiang Yuan swept his right leg in front of him and rubbed the outside of his right foot against the lower middle part of the ball. "Snapped" With a crisp sound, the direction of the ball changed instantly. The extremely fast flying ball drew a short arc from left to right in the air and headed straight for the blind corner at the far end of the goal. "GGGGGGG-OOOOOO-AAAAAAA-LLLLLLLL!!!" "What a goal!" “what a brilliant goal” "oh my god!" "Unbelievable!" McLauren had gone mad, with one foot on the table and the other on the chair, and was yelling into the microphone. "Oh my god..."
In the CCTV5 live broadcast room, He Wei and Huang Jianxiang remained silent, and then He Wei took a deep breath. "Long-range shot with the outside of the foot is a blind spot, an absolute blind spot" "The shadow of peach blossoms falls on the flying sword, and the cold light of the sword determines the nine states!" "Jiang Yuan scored a world-class goal and Chelsea equalized the score!" The director's camera locked onto Jiang Yuan. More than 3 people at the scene, plus millions of people around the world, all focused their attention on Jiang Yuan. In the picture, Jiang Yuan ran towards Porto's goal and fished the ball out. A world-class goal, but still no celebration! [However, I am uneducated, so I can only say “wow”. Wow w ... 【6666666】 [Equalizing the game! It’s Jiang Yuan again. It’s Jiang Yuan again. He stood out again! ] [Peach Blossom Shadow Falling Flying Divine Sword, so appropriate, this is the Peach Blossom Shadow Falling Flying Divine Sword! ] [You're not celebrating this? Xiao Jiang really has a big heart. If you ask me, this kid will become a great man.] [You are telling a famous top player that he will become a great player. Are you kidding me, brother? ] [Pointing at Qin Shi Huang, who had already unified the six kingdoms: This child will become a great man! ] 【Hahahahaha! 】 [We still need to fight back. It’s already the 86th minute. Is there still a chance? ] [I don’t know. Anyway, Chelsea’s momentum is rising now. But to be honest, except for Xiao Jiang, everyone else’s kicking is like shit.] [Jiang Yuan saved Chelsea this season. Some people may not like what I say, but this is the truth. Jiang Yuan number 7! ] …… Porto restarted the game and the current time was given in the upper left corner of the screen. 86′45″ "We're all together, and winning is our aim~" "So cheer us on through the sun and rain~" "B'cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name!" "..." The fans' singing became louder and louder, and their emotions became more and more excited. The atmosphere in the stadium reaches a climax every time the score is tied or surpassed or a wonderful goal is scored. As a result, Chelsea tied the score with a magical goal and filled up all the BUFFs.
If nothing unexpected happens, this is the liveliest time at Stamford Bridge so far this season! The game was still going on, and Mourinho was waving his hands on the sidelines: "Get back on defense! Get back on defense! Get back on defense quickly!" The game is about to end, and there is no point in pursuing a goal at this time. As long as they can maintain a draw, Chelsea will qualify as the group leader! If Porto wants to qualify as the group leader, they must beat Chelsea. This also led to Porto's crazy attack and Chelsea's constant defense in the following time. "Chelsea! Pah!" "Chelsea! Pah!" "..." In the stands, no one was sitting except the invited guests in the VIP box. As for McLaren... Now he has both feet on the table! …… "Let me in, I have tickets!" "I bought a ticket, why can't you let me in?" "Damn it, get out of here, I want to go in!" Outside the stadium, Chelsea fans wearing blue jerseys began to run into the stadium, while hundreds of people were in a stalemate with the security outside. "You can't go in again!" Security refused the fans' request to enter the stadium. According to the club's regulations, fans can re-enter after leaving the stands. But these fans left the stadium when the team was trailing 70:0 after more than 2 minutes. Because they walked so fast, they left not the stands, but the entire stadium. You can still enter if you leave the stands, but if you leave the stadium, I'm sorry, your ticket stub has been cut off and you can't reenter. "Asshole, look at what I have in my hand, this is my ticket, ticket!" "Let me in, I want to go in!" The fans gradually became more and more angry, and it was obvious that they really wanted to get in. The singing of fans inside can be heard from outside the stadium, so you can imagine how lively the atmosphere inside is. As loyal fans of Chelsea, they also want to go in and join in the carnival! Of course, the atmosphere is a small matter. The most regrettable thing is that they missed a world-class goal. I spent 200 pounds to buy a ticket for the game, but I missed a header and a world-class goal from the home team players because I left the game early. Is there anything worse than this? “You can’t go in!” The head of security put the barricade in front of the fans: "I'm sorry about this, but you can't go in!" "Fuck you!"
The British youth standing in the front stepped over the roadblock, trying to use his youth and speed to force his way through the field. But in order to prepare for this game, the club used the highest level of security. The young man who rushed into the field was immediately knocked to the ground by two strong security guards and was about to be escorted to the London police. The fans outside regretted it so much that Chelsea played for the entire game, and then started to explode after they left the field. If I had known I would fall behind, I wouldn’t have come out! …… At the end of the 90 minutes of regular time, the fourth official Ritchie held up a sign to show the players and fans the injury time of the game. 5 minutes! "Because Porto wasted time several times after taking the lead, this game had five minutes of injury time, which was not a good thing for Chelsea." "The home team needs to ensure that they do not concede a goal to the away team in the next five minutes in order to qualify as the first team in the group." "Maicon intercepted the ball and ran outside. Porto's desire to attack was very strong and they also knew they had to score a goal!" "Herrera retreats to support, Maicon passes to Herrera. Herrera is very fast!" "Neves is asking for the ball!" "Herrera played a wide-range wall pass with Marcano on the right, and the ball was given to William." "Brahimi is advancing through the middle! Ugh! Brahimi passed between Fabregas and Oscar and got the ball from William. Courtois opened his hands. It felt like Brahimi was going to shoot directly." "Brahimi made a long shot from outside the penalty area! Wow! It was close, but Brahimi's shot was a little too straight and Courtois blocked it with both hands in front of his chest, and Zouma made a decisive clearance." In the 92nd minute, Porto's corner kick! Neves heads to the corner. The players on the field were of course nervous, and the fans were not much better. At this time, whether it was the home and away fans or the neutral fans, everyone held their breath. Is the decisive moment about to come? The screen in the live broadcast room changed and the camera was given to Mourinho. At this time, Mourinho had a serious expression and his body was motionless, which was in sharp contrast to the Chelsea fans who were shouting and screaming in the stands behind him. Mourinho's inner thoughts can be translated into Chinese in just three very simple words. Don't come in! "Left, Jiang, go a little to the left and keep an eye on him. Yes, yes, very good!" "Terry, turn left too. Look to the right. Fill up the gap between you and Kurt!" Inside Chelsea's penalty area, Courtois held the post with his right hand and directed his teammates' defensive positions with his left hand. The importance of this corner kick needs no further explanation. There are only 2 minutes left in the extra time. As long as Chelsea can defend this corner kick, they can basically maintain the draw! "That's it!" Courtois gave a thumbs-up to referee Cachir, who then blew the whistle. Near the corner flag, Neves raised his left hand and started running! "Snapped!" …… (End of this chapter)