The Allianz Arena became agitated, then quieted down a little. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fans' attention was on Chelsea's front door.

The Blues formed a large circle in front of the penalty area, protecting their iron-blooded captain.

Terry lay motionless near the penalty spot.

This is reminiscent of Schmelzer, whose head was covered in blood in the first half.

This made the players on both sides highly nervous, and even the referee was terrified: if there was a bloody game in a row, it would be difficult for him to escape responsibility even if he enforced the law impartially.

"Team doctor! Doctor! ”

Petr Cech threw his hands high into the air.

Two team doctors, a man and a woman, rushed onto the pitch from the Chelsea bench.

If someone were standing next to Di Matteo, he would have heard the Chelsea boss whispering: 'Run slower!' Eva, Joan! Let John lie down a little longer! ”

The camera on the pitch focused on the butt of Blues women's team doctor Eva Carneiro for several seconds before finally retracting it.

Alan Smith whistled: "This is probably the only Chelsea staff I don't hate that much, haha!" ”

Martin Taylor shook his head: "Although Royce's powerful shot just now was a bit unexpected, was it really enough to make Terry unconscious?" ”

"I'm sure this old guy is definitely stalling for time." Smith was categorical, "It's not the first time they've done this. ”

However, the Blues showed no signs of error in front of the camera, and the two team doctors looked professional as they did a quick examination of the injured player, and the captain acted as if he had rolled his eyes.

The men's team doctor, Joan Finn, gave Terry **** compressions, while the women's team doctor Eva Carneiro lay directly in front of Terry's head and gave him artificial respiration.

"Martin, I'm envious of this old guy now...... "Smith grumbled meaninglessly, "why didn't I have such a hot doctor on the team when I played?" We only have retired players who are five big and three thick, with big shoulders and round waists, and a foul smell all over my body to treat me! They can't even tell the difference between arms and thighs! ”

What he said is entirely true, even now, in many clubs in England, their team doctors are filled by retired players or relatives and friends of club owners and coaches, and even turf maintenance workers - of course, the latter does not appear on the Premier League level - and their professionalism can be imagined, almost relying on common sense in their own heads.

The most unacceptable thing is that this is a tradition in English football, and if a player refuses to be treated by the team doctor, it is not only questioning his own level, but also breaking the "rules of the industry".

Taylor shrugged: "You could go to Chelsea as a coach, Alan and I'm sure you'll soon be in the news in The Sun with the jealous Arsenal man who was swept out of the house with John Terry, Mr. Alan Smith. ”

Artificial respiration cannot be interrupted by the game, so the referee had to watch the Chelsea captain receive an enviable service for a minute and a half.

Terry finally opened his eyes and let out a long breath in front of the camera.

The blue army captain who had just woken up looked confused, and he subconsciously touched the back of his head, as if to say: "Zhen Nyima hurts Lao Tzu to death." ”

Then he slowly stood up with Eva's support, tried to take two steps, and sat down with a frown.

"Stretcher! Stretcher! The boy turned and shouted out to the sidelines, gesturing to the manager with a gesture that only they could understand.

The Chelsea boss understood, and he whispered something in the assistant's ear, who passed his instructions to the staff who were ready to rush to the pitch quickly.

"Run slower, lift more slowly, John is not a young man anymore, he needs to be quiet." The assistant coach looked kind, "You can carry him out slowly, don't worry about the result of the game, the health of the players is the most important thing." ”

The four staff members were stunned for a moment, and then nodded one after another: "We know how to do it, sir." ”

By the time John Terry was lifted off the touchline, the game had reached the final five minutes – and the Blues captain had lost more than four minutes with a single goal-saving block!

The spectators in the blue jerseys in the stands also gave their iron-blooded captain a thunderous round of applause.

However, this is not the end of the story.

Terry was also on the sidelines receiving a neck massage from the beautiful team doctor, and his teammates were standing next to him to get ready to play.

Paulo Ferreira, who had been warming up for ten minutes, finally came into action and was going to replace winger Kalou, who couldn't run at all.

Although he didn't deliver too dazzling stats and his only dangerous solo shot was blocked, Kalou still hugged his nearby teammates in celebration and walked unhurriedly to the sidelines, still in the mood to applaud his relatives, friends and fans in the stands.

"He's obviously stalling for time!" Kuba appealed to the referee – captain Kyle had been left and vice-captain Weidenfeller was a few dozen metres away, leaving the Polish captain to do justice for his young team-mates.

The referee didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to Kalou at a trot and showed him a yellow card.

And then......

"Mr. referee, why did you give me a yellow card?" Kalou, who was about to give Ferreira a high-five, immediately stopped and asked the referee for an explanation with an innocent face.

Hahaha, thanks to the referee, I can buy half a minute for the team again!

"If you want the team to play one less man in extra time, I don't mind explaining two minutes to you." The referee reached into his pocket and touched the red card.

Kalou immediately hugged Ferreira and jumped down like a rabbit.

Pacos Ferreira trotted across the pitch for most of the pitch to his familiar position at right-back, while Gary Cahill returned to the middle – with John Terry yet to play.

Do you think that's the end of it?

Terry raised his hand from the sidelines to signal that he was done with his treatment and could play again......

In order to show that his body was fine, the captain of the Blue Army even performed a performance of jumping on the spot, he did not look at all like an old guy who had just lost consciousness!

This earned him a collective applause from the Blues fans and a huge boo from the yellow and black supporters.

"There are less than two minutes of regular time," He Wei muttered as he looked at the game time, "this second half is a nightmare for the Dort players......"

"Chelsea has replaced a physical defender," Duan Yixuan's voice was no longer a little energetic, "who else can destroy such a blue Great Wall?" ”

Zhang Lu, who was the most cautious, couldn't help but shake his confidence in Qin Goode: "Chelsea's serial tactics not only wasted a lot of time, but also completely interrupted Dortmund's attacking wave, and they needed to regain their rhythm ......"

Royce felt like he was going to take the blame again......

His shot almost completely drained the last ten minutes, leaving only two minutes of regular time for Dortmund!

Qin Goode had been watching his opponent's performance with a cold eye, he didn't even follow his teammates to protest, he even just sat near the center circle, motionless.

Chelsea wasted ten minutes and he rested for ten minutes.

His legs have finished charging.

He's going to find someone to do the surgery. (To be continued.) )