After a one-goal lead, Chelsea found their rhythm on the riverside.

In the 27th minute, Hasselbaink headed in a Frank Lampard cross and was lifted off the crossbar by the goalkeeper.

Two minutes later, it was Frank Lampard who was cleared from a corner and shot from outside the box.

It's a pity that this powerful heavy cannon was directly bombarded into the stands, causing fans to exclaim.

"Oh! It's terrible! Makelele tapped Lampard on the shoulder and continued to run towards the back.

"Maybe next time, I'll go straight in!" Looking at the flying ball, Lampard was not discouraged in the slightest, but somewhat relaxed.

This kick kicked away all the depression these days.

There were no leaks in the dressing room clash between Cudicini and Desailly, and he returned to the squad for normal training the next day.

At the time of the regrouping, the Blues could not afford to toss too much.

This kind of thing can be suppressed for a period of time.

But over the past few days, there has been a dreary atmosphere throughout the Blues.

Although everyone is practicing, they are all holding back a breath of anger in their hearts.

What are the consequences of disagreements in the dressing room?

Will the league continue to lose?

The Blues don't know and don't want to think about it.

But now, all the frustration in Lampard's chest has vanished with that kick.

Frank Lampard thinks he's so good right now!

......

Makelele ran backwards a short distance before stopping because he saw Terry.

As a midfielder, Makelele not only has to take on the defensive load, but also has to link the ball between the defender and the midfielder.

Terry just stood there, indicating that the other party was already in position, and he couldn't get too close to the other party.

With that, Makelele turned around and waited for the goalball from the Myburgh goalkeeper.

With more than half an hour to play, the Blues' midfielders felt much more relaxed than before.

Is it because the overall strength of Myburgh is not good?

The players on the field don't know.

But Rajli knew all this.

Without the official statistics after the game, Lajli could see at a glance that the midfielders were running a lot less.

And the reason for all this is precisely because of Tang Wu's active running in the big penalty area.

Tang Wu is not like other dull goalkeepers in this era, standing still in the penalty area.

Perhaps because he used to play as a striker, Tang Wu seemed unusually active in the backfield.

Whether it is running and receiving the ball, or his defensive range, he is much bigger than other goalkeepers.

The young Tang Wu injected a fresh breath into the Blues defence and relaxed the entire backline.

Even with it, the midfielders are gradually focusing on attack, and there is the reckless kick that Lampard just had.

Middlesbrough were still trying to find an equaliser, but Chelsea's counter-attacks were always particularly sharp.

In the 35th minute, Mills threw a long throw-in into the box, and Christie and Nemeh both jumped up and formed a connection in the air with their headers.

But due to John Terry's interference, Nemeh's header was angled but lacked power.

Tang Wu leaned over his body in the air and picked the ball off in the air with both hands.

Seeing Tang Wu holding the ball firmly, the first person to react was Gronshire on the right side.

Out of the tacit understanding between the goalkeeper and the fullback, Tang Wu did not hold the ball and fell to the ground this time to delay time. Instead, he stood up and threw the ball hard, exactly at the feet of the right wing-back.

Gronshard dribbled the ball to the bottom line and crossed for Gudjohnsen's shot to hit the side-netting.

It was only after the ball went out of bounds that the Myburgh fans broke out in a cold sweat, and at this time, Myburgh's defenders and goalkeepers were equal to Chelsea's attacking personnel.

The Blues were in great shape and did not hesitate to bring on Crespo in the second half.

But just 19 seconds into the race, Myburgh unleashed a surprise attack.

Mendieta received Boateng's cross in front of goal, and Hus, a youngster younger than Tang Wu, slipped on the bottom of his foot and lost his position, and Nemech nudged it from 10 yards out.

It happened suddenly, and no one expected that this dangerous cross would be missed.

In a hurry, Tang Wu subconsciously pounced to the left, his tense arms like a gibbon, struggling to reach the ball.

"Poo", "Bang"!

Nemeh was obviously not familiar with Tang Wu's "routine".

In pursuit of accuracy, Nemech didn't play the ball too tricky.

Because of this, the ball bounced off the post under Tang Wu's save.

"Huh!!" All the fans at home and away let out an exclamation.

Terry, who hurried back to defense, didn't expect this to happen, and as soon as he turned around, the ball that bounced off the post rolled past his feet.

The poor Blues defender, sensing this, had to force his body to turn around again.

But just as Terry turned back again, a huge thrust suddenly came from his right shoulder. The ferocious impact caused Terry to lose his center of gravity and fall to the left.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled thud.

Terry, who had not yet fallen to the ground, could hear clearly the sound of the ball hitting the glove.

In the afterglow, Tang Wu stared hideously, his hands were raised in front of his chest, and he still maintained the appearance of the moment when he had just blocked the ball.

"He obviously fell in front of the goal line before, huh? Could he teleport? As soon as the thought crossed Terry's mind, the two of them lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Makelele, who had followed in time, did not hesitate and immediately kicked the ball off the sideline.

Looking at the ball flying out of bounds, Terry let out a sigh of relief.

No one expected that Myburgh would make such a dangerous surprise attack in the second half, if it weren't for TOM, the other side would have already started to celebrate!

Looking at the outstretched hand beside him, Terry subconsciously put his hand over and was pulled up from the ground by the other party.

"Huh? How are you? ”

After getting up, Terry realized that there were six fingers on the hand that had just pulled him up.

"Uh... John, you're saying I shouldn't have pulled you up, did I? Looking at Terry's confused look, Tang Wu was also a little embarrassed.

If Chelsea's main centre-back doesn't like him, Tang Wu's future career with the Blues is expected to be difficult.

"Uh, no, I didn't mean that!" Terry also sensed the inappropriateness in his words, and quickly apologized, "I, I mean, I didn't expect you to pull me up." ”

“？？？” Tang Wu is still full of question marks, is it a tradition that the goalkeeper can't pull the back guard at Chelsea? How did I not know?!

Looking at Tang Wu's questioning face, Terry suddenly became embarrassed.

He didn't have any ill will towards Tang Wu, but just now he really didn't expect Tang Wu to be the one who pulled himself up.

As for why he felt this way, after an awkward conversation between the two, Terry also forgot about it.

"Okay, I just guarded well, keep up the good work!" Terry had no choice but to say something very "bureaucratic" and pat his ass to continue to participate in the defense.

Tang Wu shrugged his shoulders and retreated to the goal line.

Myburgh's two shots just now almost made the fans in the stadium raise their hearts to their throats.

And every time Tang Wu saves, the hearts of these fans are like a roller coaster, falling rapidly.

It wasn't until the ball was completely cleared that the fans of Myburgh let out a long sigh, pointed to Tang Wu on the field, and sat down unwillingly.

And the fans dressed in blue had nowhere to vent their excitement and shouted in unison: "TOM, TOM, TOM!" ”

A burst of white doves flew by, and on the riverside course, a Chinese "name" resounded in the sky.

Yu Hang hurriedly picked up the camera on his chest and kept pressing the shutter at the frantic fans.

“... Tang Wu has an irreplaceable appeal at Chelsea, and his brilliant second save has reached the level of a world-class goalkeeper. Maybe even the Lion King Karn won't do better than him here! ”

After writing this paragraph on a notepad, Yuhang put away the matter contentedly.

Looking at the fans shouting around him, the regret of not going to Anfield has long been forgotten.

What's so nice about the "BIG GAME" of the Gunners and the Red Army?

Why don't you watch the red and blue battles here!

Not to mention that my compatriots are still fighting on the field!

At this moment, Yu Hang, as a Chinese fan, has completely become a fan of Tang Wu.