Run, run! Mourinho urged the players on the pitch.

Makelele's tackle is a thing of the past and it's time for the Blues to counter-attack.

The French midfielder kicked the ball back into the Liverpool half.

In the struggle with Drogba, the one-meter-eighty-four Dior obviously fell into the disadvantage.

However, the Ivorian striker's header was not precise and the ball landed some distance from Frank Lampard. Taking advantage of this gap, Alonso pressed closely.

"Kill him, kill him!" Fans on both sides shouted.

It's just that one side wants to see Frank Lampard's pass, and the other side wants to see Alonso's tackle.

In the Premier League, such a one-on-one scene is loved by fans. Direct dialogue between muscles often evokes the pleasure of fans.

Frank Lampard touched Alonso's first foot before he shifted his weight to his left foot and turned his left body and back towards Alonso.

The Spaniard didn't brake enough and crashed into Frank Lampard. Lampard's body shuddered slightly, and he steadied himself.

Taking advantage of Alonso's impact to slow down, Lampard suddenly accelerated and took the ball forward. By the time Alonso tried to speed up to catch up with Lampard, it was too late.

"Frank, Frank!" Blues fans chanted Frank Lampard's name.

"E on, Frank!" Tang Wu stood in front of the door line with his arms outstretched, and his mouth kept babbling.

Liverpool's backfield suddenly blew a strong wind, Tang Wu's eyes narrowed, and his left foot took a step to the left.

"Bang!"

Thunderbolts, rocks piercing the air, Lampard knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger;

The dragon walked and the tiger walked, flashing and moving, Tang Xiaowu jumped to pick peaches.

"Hiss~~~"

The fans gasped.

The ball appeared in front of the Liverpool goal in an instant through a distance of thirty meters, and disappeared into Tang Wu's arms in the blink of an eye.

Even the on-site commentator at Stamford Bridge was so shocked that he forgot his words, and hesitated for two or three seconds before shaking his head and sighing, "TOM, it's TOM again!" ”

"TOM USED HIS MAGICAL LEFT HAND TO HOLD THE BALL IN HIS ARMS AGAIN."

"I think our boss, Abu, may have made a bad decision this summer."

In front of the Liverpool goal, Tang Wu stood up with the ball, looked at Frank Lampard 30 meters away, and then raised his right index finger and swung it from side to side.

That means saying: long shot, you're not enough!

Indeed, it was only last season that Frank Lampard was a regular in the Blues, and the long-range shots he relied on to make his name were developed under Tang Wu.

If anyone knows Frank Lampard's long-range shots best, it's Tang Wu.

Seeing Tang Wu's "provocation", Lampard snorted lightly on the tip of his nose.

He is very confident in his long-range shooting prowess, but he is not blind because he knows how familiar Tang Wu is with his long-range shooting.

Therefore, Lampard will not be fooled by Tang Wu at all, and will not be angered by Tang Wu's provocative actions. As long as he still maintains the power to fire from a distance, then Tang Wu will definitely be distracted to guard against his long-range shots. When the rest of the Chelsea players want to score, it becomes easy.

I'm afraid that only Frank Lampard in this world understands how difficult Tang Wu's goal is.

The wind knows the grass, and the long-range shot knows the door god. The midfielders fired in unison, and the forwards also marked.

Frank Lampard's long-range shot sounded the Blues' attacking clarion call.

At home, against a counter-attacking Liverpool, Chelsea struggled to enforce Jose Mourinho's tactics at Porto.

In the face of the Red Army's "turtle shell", the capable ministers of the Blue Army fired at the gate guarded by Tang Wu one by one.

In the 17th minute, Frank Lampard pushed the ball to the feet of Gudjohnsen with a bulltail pass. Iceland's big sniper shot directly with a low shot without stopping the ball under Hyypia's forced defense, Tang Wu quickly fell to the ground and stretched his body, blocking the ball from the bottom line with his right fist.

A minute later, Chelsea took a corner and defender John Terry rushed to the Liverpool box to get on the head.

In the face of Gerrard's out-spin ball, Tang Wu collided with the Blues guard in the air so hard that the two lost their balance in an instant. Even so, the ball was firmly held in Tang Wu's arms, and even Tang Wu didn't touch Terry's outstretched hand.

In the 23rd minute, Smertin suddenly stepped forward with the ball, and Kewell hurriedly stepped forward to make up for the defense. But the former slotted the ball straight in front of Drogba.

Josemi dragged the Ivorian man to death, but found that he felt like he was being pulled by the other party. Just when Josemi was frustrated by Drogba's impact and running, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of the rolling ball and steadily confiscated it.

Drogba reluctantly stepped on the brakes, and Tang Wu clearly saw a pair of white leather feet stop in front of him, and then turned.

In the 27th minute, Duff broke through from the side with the ball. After shaking off Garcia, he used a series of pedals to shake Traore to the other side, and cut inside with the ball alone.

Under Tang Wu's command, Hypia forced Duff outward. However, the Irish winger still used his pace and ball skills to bring the ball towards the bottom line of the six-yard box.

Seeing that the time had come, just as Duff was about to cross the middle of the bridge, Tang Wu suddenly stepped forward with an arrow and blocked the ball that Duff had just kicked out with his chest.

In just over 20 minutes, Tang Wu single-handedly saved more than four Chelsea chances, and almost every attacker in the Blues had an average of one defeat in front of Tang Wu.

As the game reached the end of the first half, Blues fans were a little anxious.

They are not anxious that the home team will not be able to score, but they are anxious that if Chelsea does not score again, maybe they will all change their "camp" and applaud Tang Wu.

People are sometimes so peculiar that when something important or precious you lose is gained by someone else, you will always try to prove that it is inferior and unbearable. Because only in this way can you balance yourself psychologically, and you can make yourself less "guilty" about losing your valuables.

But Nietzsche said, "What shines is not necessarily gold, but gold must shine." ”

Tang Wu's performance of less than 45 minutes alone was enough to blind the titanium dog's eyes of Blues fans. For the first time since the new season, they felt if they had sold the wrong person.

Mourinho is still the same, with his suit open, his hands on his waist, staring at the game in the field.

In his opinion, the new Blues are almost ready for the new season, as has been demonstrated in previous league games and the Champions League.

This blue battleship, named "Portugal", is enough to make a name for itself in the Premier League.

Whether or not one of the more precious parts was discarded at the beginning of the construction was no longer on Mourinho's radar.

In his opinion, no matter how good a goalkeeper is, he will make mistakes and concede goals.

He has never underestimated Tang Wu's goal-line skills and goalkeeping strength, but Tang Wu's personal style of play does not fit his tactical style.

To be fair, Mourinho still values Tang Wu as Chelsea's No. 2 goalkeeper.

"Frank, shoot, shoot!"

"John, you don't have to rush so far!"

"Didier, lean, lean on the opposing defender!"

Jose Mourinho occasionally directs his players from the sidelines and, in his view, Chelsea are just one man away from scoring with a chance to take their chances.

Because now Chelsea, there is no shortage of opportunities.

In the 44th minute, the fourth official on the sidelines raised the word "2" aloft. After all, although the two sides fought fiercely, they were both restrained. Apart from Chelsea's usual corners, there is nowhere else that would delay normal time.

'Looks like we're going to have to plan how we're going to attack in the second half.'

Both head coaches said this to the assistant coaches next to them.

Chelsea need a different approach and technique to break down Tang Wu's door, and Liverpool need an attacking method to open a way to attack.

Just when the head coaches of both sides instructed the assistant coaches how to deploy for the halftime break, there was another wave of ** in the stadium.

Chelsea's attack was unexpectedly blocked, and Reese slid a straight shot into the feet of Alonso, who had long crossed the halfway line.

There were five Blues in the Liverpool half at this time, and Didier Drogba was even in an offside position.

Liverpool's counter-attack was so sudden that everyone threw up their arms and ran towards the Chelsea half.

Alonso naturally did not want to waste time, and seeing that Cisse had accelerated, he pushed directly with the outside of his right foot and rubbed an external spin, intending to send the ball to Cisse as quickly as possible.

But at this time, the anomaly rose, and a blue-black figure suddenly rushed out from the right side of Alonso's body.

The Spanish midfielder had just wanted to get out of the way and didn't notice the uninvited guest on the right.

Makelle stretched out his right foot, and before the ball could roll two metres away, he kicked the ball forward.

Drogba immediately turned around, and behind him were three Reds: Hyypia, Josemi and Traore.

But Makelele's break was not kicked at the Ivory Beast, but at the other side of the pitch, where Duff was alone.

"Duff dribbles!" The on-site narrator got excited.

Dio and Kewell are on Duff's left and right, but they are both two metres behind him. Josemi, the only one in front of Duff, was more than three meters parallel to Duff.

In other words, the court in front of Duff formed a vacuum in a short period of time.

"Duff dribbles the ball, Liverpool be careful!" Zhan Jun also opened his mouth to remind.

After the Irish striker dribbled forward twice, Josemi also got close to him. But at this time, Duff was ready to shoot, stepping on the intersection of the arc of the big penalty area and the sideline with his left foot, and slashing with his right foot, the ball stuck to the turf, and went straight to the Liverpool gate.

Chelsea's counter-attack was so quick that Claude Makelele was just a kick that allowed Duff to form a brief 'one-on-one'.

Tang Wu, who had just retreated to the line of the small penalty area, could only fall to the ground quickly, lean against the line of the small penalty area, and block the ball to the other side of the small penalty area with his right fist.

"Duff shoots!" Zhan Jun had already held his breath, and this sentence was still shouted by Huang Jianxiang.

"Tang Wu!"

Tang Wu barely saved the ball.

"Chelsea still have!"

By the time Duff broke forward, Drogba was no longer in an offside position. Now seeing the ball bounce towards his left foot, the Ivorian beast muscle subconsciously reacted, directly picked up his left leg and pushed a low shot.

The ball on the ground grazed the tip of Hyypia's sliding tackle, leaving the Reds captain's interception foamy.

After crossing Hyypia, there was only an empty goal left in front of the black and white ball.

It seems that with the slightest blink of an eye, you can see the ball setting off a white wave on the net.

"Tang Wu !!" Huang Jianxiang saw a black figure suddenly appear in the camera.

After barely touching the ball on the line of the small penalty area, Tang Wu knew that the ball was not cleared, and got up and rushed towards the goal as fast as he could.

At the moment when the ball was about to cross the goal line, Tang Wu fell sideways and pressed the ball with both hands.

However, Tang Wu's body gliding against the turf still did not stop moving forward under the action of inertia, except for a pair of forearms and hands, Tang Wu's entire body slid into the goal.

"Whew!"

The Liverpool fan let out a sigh of relief, saw a pair of hands and the ball outside the goal line, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva to swallow the heart that had been raised to his throat back into his stomach.

But at this moment, a blue figure unexpectedly broke into the screen. Drogba, who rushed forward quickly, couldn't stop the car at all, so he had no choice but to fall sideways to the ground, so he barely aimed his shoe nails at Tang Wu.

"Falk Squid!"

Drogba's appearance was so sudden that there was no time to dodge when Tang Wu discovered the Ivorian beast. In a hurry, Tang Wu actually lowered his head in the last half second, and buried his head in his arm like an "ostrich" in danger.

Let's face the wind!!

"Boom !!"

Half a second later, Drogba's knee hit the ball, and the other side of the ball was close to Tang Wu's forehead.

"Ah!!h Tang Wu screamed.

Under the collision with the demonic beast, Tang Wu was knocked on his back to the sky, covering the upper half of his face and forehead with both hands, and moaning in the goal.

"Walter ???" The home commentator has a question mark, which touches the hearts of the fans.

This time, the ball crossed the goal line completely and stopped 20 centimeters behind the goal line.

Drogba also immediately got up and raised his right arm.

"Drogba charged the goalkeeper and the goal was invalid!" The more rational Huang Jianxiang was the first to say the result.

The referee has not yet blown the whistle, but judging from Drogba's performance, he himself does not think it is a goal, and hopes that the referee can lenient the penalty and forgive himself for "innocence".

The players from both sides immediately surrounded them, and Gudjohnsen and Duff immediately pulled Drogba behind them, fearing that the angry Reds players would make some drastic moves.

Rushing into the goalkeeper is a "taboo for soldiers" everywhere. What's more, Tang Wu is at rest, and Drogba is under the impact; Tang Wu is thin and weak, Drogba is strong; Tang Wu was hit on the head, but Drogba used his knee.

Change to a person with a slightly weaker system, in the face of the impact of Warcraft, it is strange not to be crushed.

The referee walked through the circle of Red Army players and looked down at Tang Wu's injury.

Under the two white-green gloves, there was a touch of red flowing down Tang Wu's palm to his chin.

"That's not good!" The referee immediately blew the whistle to signal the end of the first half.

Then he beckoned to the Liverpool team doctor on the sidelines and motioned to carry the stretcher up.

A camera also captured the picture inside through the layers of people, and when they saw the red, many female fans with poor mental capacity took a deep breath and didn't dare to make a sound.

"This, this... Tang Wu was actually injured. Huang Jianxiang smacked his lips, "Drogba is rushing the goalkeeper, this is going to eat cards." It was Didier Drogba who fouled..."

"It's a super, super, huge, huge foul!" Zhan Jun also opened his mouth on the side.

It seems that he was also scared.