From the moment Ribery kicked the ball to the final time the ball fell into the net, it was actually less than five seconds, but the Yan Jing on the sidelines felt like five hours had passed.

'The ball went in!! Frank Ribery fired a tricky lobble!

The Chelsea fans in the stands behind Petr Cech let out earth-shattering boos as if they would be able to boo the ball out of the net.

Mourinho saw the goal and stopped in place expressionlessly, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Yan Jing, who was celebrating with his teammates on the bench, and the wheel in his heart spun rapidly.

Less than 10 minutes into the opening period, Dortmund's overall attack did try to do ground coordination at the beginning, as he said, but it didn't work out well.

The opposition players also seemed to realise that their tactics had been targeted in advance, so this was a sudden, long-pass goal...... Was it purely accidental or deliberate?

Mourinho couldn't be sure if Yan Jing had any insight into his intentions in advance, so he decided to wait a little longer.

The two teams returned to the centre circle to kick off, with Didier Drogba knocking the ball back to Frank Lampard and Yaya Toure immediately following in to deny him the ball.

With Arjen Robben injured, Chelsea were without wingers to support them, and although their superb midfield was able to ensure a high enough rate of possession, it was difficult to break down the opposition door.

Didier Drogba and Shevchenko at the top of the pack are unquestionably capable, but they lack team-mates who deliver shells on the flanks, and many times they have to retreat out of the box to receive the ball.

Once out of the restricted area, the two of them are far less deterrent than when they were in the restricted area.

Yan Jing believes it is impossible for Mourinho not to be unaware of the problem, but Robben's absence has caused him these troubles.

The head coaches of both sides stood on the sidelines and pointed out, and the camera often showed the two handsome commanders off the field.

Borussia Dortmund manager Yan Jing is young and energetic, and his smile is like the warm sun shining into your heart on a winter day, making you want to ask for more, while Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho has a hint of maturity that is unique to a middle-aged man, and the fine lines between his eyebrows and eyes are like years of ageing, and the more you look at it, the more mellow and charming it becomes.

Of course, this is all based on the fact that both of them have a charming face.

The camera returned to the field, and the game had reached the thirtieth minute.

The twenty-two men on the field were running around the watered field, and soon their socks were covered with what looked like diluted dirt.

Dortmund's goalkick, goalkeeper Weidenfeller didn't think much about it, and kicked the ball in the direction of Villa in front of him with a big kick.

Chelsea's backline was high up the pitch and they clearly didn't expect Borussia Dortmund to suddenly play such an English long pass, and their formation was a little flustered.

Villa, who had been in parallel to them, suddenly started at this point, rushing out to catch the ball from Weidenfeller's big foot and head straight for Chelsea.

The Chelsea players caught up and glanced at the touchline referee and found that the touchline referee signalled that the goal was not offside.

Damn it!

John Terry and Carvalho went after him, but Villa didn't give them a chance to catch up as they dribbled the ball.

Villa looked at the goal that was getting closer and closer in front of him and Cech who decided not to give up on the goal, and kept calculating in his heart.

Distance, angle...... It's all suitable!

At one point in the bout, the Spanish striker's pupils contracted sharply as he tensed his leg muscles and fired a powerful volley into the Chelsea goal.

"Villa's shot!!" Dicker, who was far away in Dortmund, stood up again excitedly, intending to cheer for Dortmund's second goal, "The goal is in."

Before Dicker's words could be finished, Chelsea goalkeeper Petr Cech reacted so quickly that he had to choke back the rest of his words.

“…… Petr Cech made an incredible save as he denied Villa's close-range shot. ”

Yan Jing and his assistant Nafir had already raised their hands and were ready to cheer, but were ruthlessly interrupted by Cech.

On the contrary, the suffocated Chelsea fans erupted in applause at this moment to the goalkeeper who saved the team from danger.

"Hell, this can be pounced?!"

Yan Jing's words of complaining to Nafil on the sidelines are officially in Villa's heart.

At the moment when Villa finished shooting, he felt very good, and thought that the goal would definitely be scored, but he didn't expect the opponent's goalkeeper's instant reaction speed to be like turning on an external accelerator, and his fast and extremely tricky shot was denied.

Jose Mourinho also saw the scene in its entirety, partly because he was glad that Chelsea were not scored again, but more about how to change his tactics to deal with it.

After observing for a while, he found that Dortmund's long pass was definitely not unintentional. In addition to taking long balls far more often than attacking on the ground, Dortmund's entire team was very selective in the gap between Geremi and Carvalho.

If it hadn't been set up beforehand, it would never have been so easy to find Chelsea's already elusive defensive weaknesses.

Mourinho couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yan Jing who was talking to Nafir on the visitors' bench.

There were many English media reports on this Chinese before, but most of them used lace news to win the attention of the masses, but almost none of the media seriously mentioned Yan Jing's coaching ability.

Before the pre-game press conference, Yan Jing specially told him that "I think the quality of the turf is very good", and now that I think about it, no matter how I look at it, I feel that it is a deliberate remark that makes him take it lightly.

It is rare for the Portuguese to have a rare idea in their hearts that "I was actually put on the table".

But the idea lasted only a moment, and soon Mourinho snuffed it out in the depths of his heart and found the right time to summon captain John Terry to whisper in his ear.

Yan Jing also noticed Mourinho's move, and he immediately looked warily on the pitch to find that Terry was whispering to the rest of the Chelsea players after returning to the pitch.

The game continues and it is now the 40th minute of the first half, with a few minutes to go into the break.

German midfielder Ballack controlled the ball and faced a duo of David Silva and Sneijder.

Knowing that the ball would slow down on the turf, he stepped up his power to play the ball to Frank Lampard in front left.

Frank Lampard's long-range shot was very powerful, and Yaya Toure, who knew this, did not dare to slack off and immediately posted it.

In the first 40 minutes, without the support of wingers, Chelsea's powerful centre-forward Drogba never got much of a chance.

Frank Lampard, who dribbled forward, was free from Toure's entanglement and looked for an opportunity to get off the ball or shoot straight at goal.

Borussia Dortmund's backline is now lined up in a wide line, with an even gap in the middle, and if a Chelsea player tries to burst through it, the two men on the edge of the gap will immediately shrink to prevent the hole.

Lampard looked around and there was no good point of contact.

Case......

Yan Jing watched as Frank Lampard moved on the edge of the penalty area with the ball, and suddenly he increased the frequency of his feet and slammed a cold arrow at Borussia Dortmund's goal.

All the Dortmund players were taken aback as they turned Frank Lampard's powerful shot towards their own goal.

Weidenfeller didn't have time to get on the run and jumped up and stretched out his arm to try to block Frank Lampard's goal, but Lampard's shot was unreasonably fast, and he couldn't keep out Lampard's goal even though he had stretched his arm to the limit.

The Stamford Bridge stadium was in the mood for the equaliser, and the English commentator could not hide his excitement as he incited the Blues fans to cheer for Frank Lampard, the man who scored the goal.

"It was Frank who scored for us—"

The Chelsea fans in attendance chanted Frank Lampard's name at the moment.

'Frank Lampard!!

Before Frank Lampard's goal, the atmosphere was a bit dreary because of Franckis' goal, which woke up the drowsy Chelsea fans.

Furious Chelsea fans in the stands put their hands on each other's shoulders and bounced to the team's anthem.

"Blue is our color and football is our game. We go all the way, and victory is our goal. ”

Most Chelsea season ticket holders sit in the Matthew Harding Stand, formerly known as the North Stand, and they are absolute Chelsea fans.

'We're cheering for the team in the rain and sun because Chelsea is our name-"

Germans, you have to look at the place where you go wild, this is Stamford Bridge, not a place where you can go wild!

Buoyed by the crowd, the Chelsea men were energized and with the remaining five minutes of the first half, they picked up the tempo and bombarded the Borussia Dortmund goal.

Thankfully, Thuram was in charge at the back, calmly directing his team-mates and keeping Dortmund's backline steady under constant onslaught from the Blues.

The minute of stoppage time was quickly over and the referee blew the whistle for the end of the period and the two teams returned to their dressing rooms with a 1-1 scoreline.

As they passed through the players' tunnel, the excited fans on both sides gave Yan Jing and Dortmund players the middle finger and spat out swear words starting with "F".

No one could understand the scolding in English, but Dort's players took one look at the manager whose expression remained the same, and followed suitably as if they had not heard the vulgar words.

Cut, I'm scolding so hard now, if we win this game in the end, I don't know what you can scold you for.

Yan Jing looked up at the scorching sun above his head before returning to the locker room, not only himself, but he saw that the foreheads of the players who had not moved much in the shade of the bench were covered with sweat.

Before the start of the first half, the Chelsea fans who saw Yan Jing coming out alone for a "walk" were about to leave their positions to buy a cold beer, only to find that the Chinese did not return to the dressing room and came to "walk" again.

Staring at the scorching sun as he walked around the stadium, Yan Jing was pleased to find that the turf that had been muddy before the start of the first half was now almost dry.

He hurried back to the locker room, where the players had gone through forty-five minutes of high-intensity play, the water in their bodies was ruthlessly squeezed out, and everyone was sweating profusely.

"Guys!"

The players who were grunting into their mouths stopped, and he looked at their manager with a smile on his face.

"Put on your old boots in the second half, and of course, we don't have to use long balls anymore!"