For Mourinho, he is not afraid of Benitez's "Spanish gang".

The Blues have spent more than Liverpool in all aspects this season, and Abou recently came up with £2,000W to renovate and expand the Harrington training base near Heathrow Airport.

With the right time, the right people and the right money, Mourinho couldn't find a reason to lose.

Even if it is more famous than the manager, last season's Europa League winner (Benitez) and last season's Champions League winner (Mourinho) are not a grade!

For them, it's more like a Super Cup match. It's just that Porto and Valencia have become Chelsea and Liverpool.

Before the game, the media speculated that this was another "egg tart" vs "paella" battle, just like Portugal's narrow 1-0 victory over the confused Spain in the European Championship three months ago, and the Portuguese teenager will eventually win against the Spanish teenager.

However, such a conclusion was not supported by the ministry.

Those who oppose it point out that perhaps the "Spanish Gang" will be weak in the face of "Portugal", but the "chemical reaction" produced by combining with the "Great Wall of the East" will not be easy to gnaw.

As soon as the game began, Liverpool launched a high press, which seems to be a tradition for the Reds.

Liverpool won on the defensive counter-attack anyway, spending most of the game on the defensive. In the opening stage, it was no problem to run hard for more than ten minutes. If you're lucky, you might even score a goal.

But the Blues at home were full of confidence, especially Frank Lampard and Claude Makellele, and there was no panic in the face of Liverpool's ferocious pressing. Three passes and two downs not only made Liverpool's front-court players waste their energy, but the ball was also passed to the open area.

Duff runs with the ball as soon as he wins the ball on the wing, and as the main winger that Mourinho relies on in the new season, Duff is extremely active as long as he is on the pitch.

In the 2nd minute of the game, Drogba in the middle received a cross from Duff on the left side, and shot with his feet, but the ball deflected off the left post.

Drogba's "tentative" foot declares that this is Stamford Bridge, and this is Chelsea's home stadium.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Blues fans are screaming.

It doesn't matter if it's covered first, it's not bad as a warm-up!

The Liverpool defenders were unwilling, no matter how they forced the defense, they still let the opponent shoot with their feet. For them, this is no different from a dereliction of duty.

The opponent attacked so fiercely at the beginning, and the next game was not easy to play.

Bei Bald frowned on the sidelines, he couldn't just yell at the beginning to express his dissatisfaction.

Liverpool's goalball.

The defenders, including Hyypia, retreated one by one, and Cisse and Garcia were ready to fight for the top, although they were looked at to death.

Liverpool had not won at Stamford Bridge for more than 10 years, and Tang Wu took a deep breath as he felt the breeze blowing behind him.

Even if he can't help Liverpool win, he won't allow the team to hate Stamford Bridge again.

All this can be regarded as "atonement" for myself a year ago!

"Huh? What is TOM doing again? Why hasn't he kicked off yet? ”

All Liverpool fans looked at Tang Wu, who was constantly waving in the field, and question marks appeared in their hearts at the same time.

Looking at Tang Wu's gestures, Alonso and the others retreated again and again, and Cisse and Garcia almost retreated to the level of Terry.

But Tang Wu still stood in front of the goal line, constantly waving his hand in front of him, and shouting "RUN, RUN!" ”

Cisse and Garcia seemed to suddenly understand something, and immediately stepped forward and ran towards the Chelsea penalty area.

"Whew!"

A gust of wind blew.

The wind wasn't very strong, but Lampard subconsciously turned his head and stared at Alonso next to him while facing him sideways.

"Fack, it's not good!"

Frank Lampard's pupils widened as he turned around and ran backwards.

"Buzz!"

Tang Wu's goalball took advantage of the wind, crossed most of the court, and flew forward rapidly.

"Huh!!"

The fans let out an exclamation.

Seeing the ball flying in the air, Terry also secretly complained, "Fake, why did you forget this stubble?" ”

Don't look at Tang Wu's thin skin, but Tang Wu's foot strength is amazing.

On a football field, any player can kick the ball from the back to the front; But few players can test their foot limits like a goalkeeper.

At the end of the day, who has so many chances other than the goalkeeper to kick the ball forward with all their might from the edge of the six-yard penalty area?

Terry immediately turned around and reached out to grab Cisse, but he found that the French striker was not inferior to the Ivory Coast's monster in terms of physical confrontation. Even when Cisse's speed exploded, his impact was more threatening than Drogba's.

You must know that in football, goalballs, like corner kicks and throw-ins, are not offside!

When training at Stamford Bridge, Tang Wu performed the "stunt" of kicking the ball from one penalty area to another.

Moreover, Tang Wu's control of the strength of the ball has almost reached the pinnacle.

Specifically, after Tang Wu kicked a straight line forward with all his strength from the small penalty area line, within this straight line, Tang Wu could control the landing point of the ball in any place, with an error of no more than two meters.

Especially the size of the Premier League's stadium is generally small, and it is possible for Tang Wu to kick the ball directly into the opponent's door with the wind.

Cech stood on the goalline, his eyebrows furrowed.

Tang Wu was not stupid enough to shoot directly when the other 21 players were waiting for his goal, but aimed for a drop point of a metre or two on the edge of the Chelsea penalty area.

That's where Cisse can easily get to the ball, where he can swing his leg with ease, and where Cech is hard to reach.

At this moment, Tang Wu's brain was like radar, accurately parachuting the ball into the "dead corner" of the Chelsea penalty area.

"Oh!" There was a burst of exclamation from the Blues fans.

When the ball was still high past the midfield, some fans noticed that something was wrong. When they saw Cisse overtaking Terry and running towards the ball landing point, even many female fans covered their mouths and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Oh, buy cakes! TOM's strength is still so great! In the cheerleading seat of the home team, several scantily clad cheerleaders all exclaimed, their legs clamped, and they seemed to be thinking of themselves and Tang Wu speaking out some inappropriate scenes for children.

Cisse and Drogba are both dominant in Ligue 1, but they are a little uncomfortable in the Premier League. One of the big reasons for this is that the Premier League's crosses are very high, and their heading ability is lacking. (The heading ability here not only refers to jumping up and pushing the ball to a certain place with the head, but also includes height prediction, landing point prediction, etc.)

Coupled with the fact that the location was still some distance from the Chelsea goal, it was only natural for Cisse to reach out and shoot with his foot after stopping the ball.

"Smack!"

Cisse leaned on John Terry and hooked his right foot, showing the stopping skills of a world-class striker, and the ball was indeed worth the £1,400W transfer fee.

Seeing Cisse's stop so successful, the frown shifted from Bald to Mourinho's forehead.

A striker with such stopping skills must not be far from shooting on goal.

Cech lowered his center of gravity, ready to shoot himself like a spring at any moment.

"Bang!"

It's the sound of a leather foot and a soccer ball clashing against each other.

Amid the exclamations of the fans, Cisse, who leaned on Terry's swinging leg to shoot, could no longer control his balance and threw himself forward to the ground.

The moment Cisse fell, another black-haired Frenchman stood up.

"ITS Claude !!" The on-site narrator roared, and his voice was full of excitement.

"Falk Squid, Claude!" Tang Wu raised a middle finger in his heart.

As Tang Wu's "royal sapper", only Makelele knew Tang Wu's every move on the court.

Before Tang Wu got up, Makelle had already sensed Tang Wu's intentions and Cisse's start. After Tang Wu got up, Makelle had also chased back to Terry and Cisse. So at the moment when Cisse shot with his legs, Makelele, who was following in time, immediately fell to the ground and slid the tackle, and hit Cisse hard with his calf wrist to intercept the ball.

Mourinho, who was on the sidelines, waved his right arm fiercely, venting his dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Makelele, who is only 1.7 meters tall, stands like a giant, standing in the backfield of the Blues, proudly looking at all the attacking Reds.