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Zhang Jun parked the football, then retreated to run, and everyone's eyes were focused on him at this moment.

Cech knew very well how accurate Zhang Jun's free-kick was, and he didn't dare to slack off, and his team-mates obviously knew it, so a free-kick from 27 meters in front of the penalty area, Chelsea lined up a wall of seven people.

Cech kept yelling from behind: "Left! A little further to the left! Completely seal the angle! ”

Zhang Jun was not in a hurry, just stood in front of the ball, quietly watching the wall move with the goalkeeper's command. He didn't have any other teammates around him, and everyone knew that he was the one who took the ball, and the opponent was defending the free-kick he was taking.

After the waiting wall was lined up, they refused to back down, and the referee stood 9.15 meters away from the football and whistled for everyone to retreat.

After blowing three times in a row, almost reaching out to pull out the cards, the Chelsea players reluctantly retreated, and kept protesting with the referee.

As soon as the referee left, they quietly moved forward half a step, and 9.15 meters made them 8.75 meters.

Di Livio, who had been standing on the sidelines, nervously watching inside, saw this, and regardless of whether the referee could hear it or not, he waved his hand and shouted: "Let them go back!" It's despicable! ”

Zhang Jun didn't care, he looked at the referee, saw that the other party lowered his arm, and signaled that he could kick the ball.

He started running, one, two, three!

Shot!

The human wall jumped up one after another, increasing the height in an attempt to block Zhang Jun's shot.

But the ball flew high over their heads and towards the near corner of the goal.

When Cech saw the ball coming out from behind the wall, he flew towards the near corner. He is 1.97 meters tall and he is confident that he can stop the ball.

The soccer ball crosses the human wall and is very high, and if it continues to fly like this, it will fly directly out of the bottom line.

But who is Zhang Jun? How can such a thing be allowed to happen?

The soccer ball plummeted, a standard defoliating ball.

Petr Cech's hands are long, but he is still close to touching a football, not to mention that Zhang Jun's definite ball is already difficult to defend. The ball fell behind his hand and then grazed the beam...... Flew into the goal!

"Aha! The ball is in!! The ball is in! Nice direct free kick!! Zhang Jun equalized for Fiorentina! He is now the top scorer in this season's Champions Cup, scoring eleven goals so far! Amazing results! ”

The whole Frankie was boiling, and Zhang Jun raised his hands high, smiling and waiting for his teammates to come up and celebrate the goal with him.

"Oh! Jang Jun's smile! We haven't seen it on the pitch for a while, but I saw it again today, and I really miss it......"

Mourinho jumped out of his seat for the second time in this game, and then waved his arms and cursed fiercely: "*! ”

Almost as soon as Zhang Jun got past Cech's hand, Sabato rushed out and hugged Di Livio with his arms raised on the sidelines. Can he not get excited? After waiting for most of the half, it was finally time to equalize the score, and the situation was immediately different, and Fiorentina at home will take the initiative!

Frankie Field once again erupted with an earth-shattering cheer: "Hooray!" Zhang Jun! Banzai! Florence!! ”

Looking at the Fiorentina players who are celebrating, the one who regrets it the most now may be Essien.

Unexpectedly, his impulse not only prevented him from participating in the next leg, but also allowed his team to be equalized. He thought that it was still far from the goal, and this free kick would not be much of a threat, but he didn't expect Zhang Jun's range to make him still comfortable at this distance.

He only now remembers what Mourinho said two days before the game: "Crewe is a very talented player, but I think his biggest threat is not his technique, but the contemptuous face under the technique he uses fancy, which is a great stimulus for his opponents, looking at the previous Fiorentina games, many opponents are irritated by Crewe's indifferent attitude and flashy skills, and lose their peace, and eventually lead to the loss of the game." ”

He has always felt that Mourinho is alarmist, how can a professional player be provoked so easily? He also hasn't played with Crewe either, and he hasn't seen the gang fight he sparked on his first pitch for angering Patrick Vieira. Otherwise he wouldn't have thought so,

It's too late to regret it now.

Chelsea were equalised by Fiorentina, and although the score was a draw, it was clear that Fiorentina had the upper hand in morale. "Morale" is a very important thing on the football field, and sometimes, it can even determine the outcome of a game.

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Sure enough, after the restart, Fiorentina appeared to be in high spirits and frequently launched attacks on Chelsea's hinterland.

Sabato, who equalised, had to stick to his style of play. On the surface, it would be good for Chelsea to go on like this, because Chelsea are playing with a draw mentality, not to mention that they have an away goal.

However, Sabato was not counting that, and he expected that as the game progressed, as he deliberately 'conservative' tactically, Chelsea would slacken. Especially after watching that Lawrence's performance, he was even more convinced.

That eighteen-year-old kid is clearly too smooth sailing, and he has never seen any big winds and waves, so today let him see how dark professional football is, and how shameless he Sabato is.

As long as Lawrence doesn't play for a moment, then he has a chance. Chelsea's tactics are definitely going to be ruined by that young and frivolous idiot boy.

When the time comes, Mourinho, you can cry!

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Lawrence is really depressed at the moment, he played well with the team in the first half, scoring early, and it was a fantastic night for him personally.

What now? At the beginning of the second half, he was besieged by the opponent, and he couldn't fight back, and he was eaten to death by the little-known Jensen on the side. Then the team equalised, and he had to drop back to the periphery of the box to get involved in defence, and in many cases, he even had to go back to goal as a centre-back with a header.

He has always dominated English football, and is an order of magnitude striker with Rooney and Owen, but now he is pressed here at Fiorentina. It made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lawrence was angry, and the consequences were severe.

Chelsea finally had a chance to counter-attack, and the ball was passed to Lawrence's feet, and he did not immediately pass to Drogba, who raised his hand in front of him, but lowered his head to force Jensen.

Needless to say, Jensen is not tall, but his speed is not slow, and he is very stable at the same time. Lawrence was going to rely on his body and speed to force a breakthrough, but instead he was stuck in the position by Jenson and squeezed out of the sideline.

Sabato smiled on the sidelines, don't think that Jensen has few chances to play, just think that he is a soft persimmon and can be pinched casually. The reason why he was able to take a fancy to him and was brought to Serie A from the Eredivisie is because this young man's card position is very good, it can be said that Xiang Tao is definitely not his opponent if he is in the card position.

No matter how fast or physically strong you are when you hit a defender who can get stuck in a position, you only have one feeling when you hit it: it's a wall!

Lawrence hit a wall with Jensen, but he couldn't back down. Who gave him the speed and the need to constantly pull the edges? The left side is Reuben's world, and he can't go and fight for turf with Reuben. I can only look at Jensen's side.

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Buckle! Buckle again! Dial, dial again! Turn around!

Frankie's screams grew louder and louder, and Essien felt that he was really shameless, and he actually made Crewe lose his center of gravity with such a simple movement.

At the beginning of the match, he was able to gain the upper hand against the number 10, and now as the match progresses, he is almost in full swing. He Essien dominates the Premier League, when has he suffered such a disgrace. But what makes him feel even more ashamed is not simply to be teased and over, but because he can only watch himself being teased, and can't do anything out of the ordinary to retaliate, because he can now carry a yellow card on his back, and he has been banned for the next round, and if he is sent off with a red card again, then it will not be a matter of suspension.

Crewe passed the ball out and ran to the next position.

He didn't care at all about how the person around him felt at this moment. If he had to play more or less with his opponents and see his opponents ugly, then now he has all his mind on football itself, and he just wants to play the ball well. As for Essien's feelings, it was a by-product of this idea, and it was Essien's own bad luck, which had nothing to do with Crewe.

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In the 69th minute, Chelsea launched a counter-attack, and what was different from their previous counter-attacks was that they did not rely on the combination and speed of two or three men to get up front, but almost went out of the way, relying on the momentum of the gradual advance to threaten the Fiorentina goal.

It was a counter-attack that the Fiorentina defenders did not expect.

Essien was in charge of midfield and playmaking and played the ball to Frank Lampard, who forced his way through Mascherano before he was in place, completely disrupting Fiorentina's defence.

He then didn't shoot straight at goal, but distributed the ball to Ruben on the wing.

Ruben relied on speed and technique to break through Lahm, and then crossed in time, and Drogba, who followed up in the middle, jumped high and made a powerful header!

"Come on...... Fray was about to take off the ball in the air, but he didn't expect to use too much force, his feet slipped, and he didn't jump up at all, and he watched in despair as the football flew into the goal!

"What the hell!" Sabato jumped up from his seat and roared.

"Great!" Mourinho jumped out of his seat for the third time in a gaffe, his arms raised in the air and cheering for his men. Like Jose Mourinho, the Chelsea fans jumped to their feet and raised their arms in cheer.

While the Chelseas were celebrating wildly, Fiorentina full-back Jensen was throwing his arms up and swinging. What is he signaling? He was signalling to the referee that the goal was offside.

Sure enough, the flag raised by the linesman was never lowered. The referee also blew the whistle to signal that the goal was invalid, and Fiorentina kicked a free kick at the back!

The decision was immediately hailed in boos and angry shouting from the Chelsea fans in attendance, and the Chelsea players who had just celebrated their goal were even more dumbfounded. They don't think Drogba was offside, it's a miscalculation!

Chelsea, who were blown away from scoring, naturally had to look to the referee for a theory.

Mourinho, who was off the field, was even more emotional and grabbed the fourth official and complained to him about the referee on duty in this game.

"Damn! How can this ball be offside?! Take a closer look at the TV replay! ”

The fourth official shrugged: "I'm sorry, sir. According to FIFA's refereeing regulations, referees cannot base their decisions on video footage and live screens. ”

"Fuck the charter! This is not an excuse to cover up what you have done wrong! ”

"Mr. Mourinho, I want to remind you, please respect the referee. If you say anything worse, I reserve the right to appeal to the above. ”

Mourinho also knew that if he was appealed, he would have to sit in the stands and command on his mobile phone in the next leg. After the loss of Essien, this is definitely not what he wants to see. Therefore, no matter how bad the mood is now, he can only choose to swallow his anger.

He shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, and then slapped hard, and turned to leave.

The situation on the field changed dramatically in just one minute, which many people did not expect. But Sabato laughed happily below: "Haha! Offside first! That's great! I let you celebrate! Make you happy! ”

Just when the court was arguing about the penalty, the TV station also sent a replay of the moment just now.

But that scene was played four times, but the commentator and the special guest commentator were speechless. Because at the moment of Ruben's pass, Drogba was offside or not, it was too difficult to judge. This ball, it makes sense to say that he is offside, and it is not wrong to say that he is not offside.

But the linesman thinks it's offside. At this moment, Chelsea can be regarded as a dumb loss.

Finally, the narrator said a classic that was often mentioned by many people later: "Maybe...... The linesman thought the ball was offside because Drogba's nose was a little bit more out than Kyle...... A nose position, ha! ”

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Although the goal just now did not count, Sabato also knew in his heart that even if the referee decided that the goal was valid, he would not have the slightest recourse. Because it's too vague, it's just that they're just lucky.

Through this false alarm, he saw the problem at the back - when the opponent switched from defense to attack, he still did not concentrate enough.

"Forgot what I said at halftime? Cheer me up! Don't give them that chance again! Damn it! ”

Fiorentina's players were not going to let the manager who had prepared nothing before the game teach them such a lesson, so they had to teach them a lesson back – to put pressure on Chelsea.

Essien, who was carrying a yellow card, showed a back-and-forth, much to the displeasure of Mourinho, who eventually replaced him with 15 minutes remaining. He was replaced by 25-year-old French defender Lassana; Diarra.

Sabato was a little nervous when Chelsea were about to make a substitution, but when he saw who he was going to change, he was relieved – Lawrence was still on the pitch, so he had a chance.

Diarra has an advantage over Essien in that he has good stamina and dares to make moves and entangle Crewe. In addition, due to Crewe's excellent performance, Chelsea put all the focus of defense in the middle, which also brought a lot of difficulties for Crewe to control the game.

Sabato waved his hand off the pitch, Fiorentina switched to the wing, and Crewe only played in the middle and did not really participate in the attack. It was up to Mascherano to organise it.

In response to Fiorentina's arrangement, Mourinho also made adjustments immediately. As the game progressed and the situation on the pitch changed, Mourinho could no longer sit in the dugout and play cool.

Full-backs and full-backs combined to contain Fiorentina's wide attacks. In this way, although you have to sacrifice your own attack, but a goal away from home, you may still maintain a draw, which is already a very good result. Now it's all about not conceding any more goals, not thinking about how many more goals you can score.

Fiorentina's wide attack was impressive, capturing the full attention of the Chelsea defence, with Joaquín and Gasbaloni quietly creating chances while keeping the opposition at bay.

Of course, the so-called opportunity here is not a chance to pass the football directly to the goal, allowing Zhang Jun and Morientes to compete for the top. Rather, there is something else.

Sabato knew that attacking from the flanks could not pose a real threat to Chelsea, so he emphasised attacking from the wings, not at all to score through wide crosses, but to divert the focus of Chelsea's defence from the centre to the wings. He believes that Crewe, if it is one-on-one, no matter how strong the opponent is, Crewe will have a way to break through.

Mascherano has played the ball wide on the previous occasions and this time the opposition still thought he would do that. But Joaquin, or Gasbaroni?

Even Diarra, who was originally in charge of keeping an eye on Crewe, was a little absent-minded. He was clearly unhappy with the manager letting him on the pitch and only walking with a man with little physical fitness, and he was eager to fight for the most intense places.

Mascherano flicked a shot in the middle, but in the end no one passed, and he broke through with the ball himself!

Diarra was overjoyed because the direction of the opponent's dribble was exactly where he was, and this time it was his turn to make a good appearance! Diarra collected the excitement in her heart, and without thinking about it, she rushed forward. Now he is the only midfielder in the middle, and if he doesn't stop it, Mascherano will face their backline.

Mascherano watched Diarra throw Crewe down and pounce on him, and without hesitation, he poked the ball out of the way, targeting Crewe, who had been walking just now.

"That idiot!" Mourinho sat in his seat and cursed in a low voice.

Catch the ball, turn around, and then flick the ball outward, the action is done in one go, and it also won a full house again.

Diarra, with his excellent physical fitness, chased it back, hoping to keep Crewe out of the box. But how could Crewe, who was protecting the ball, let the opponent snatch the football easily?

Essien has no problem with Crewe, he can be a substitute?

Crewe ignored Diarra's entanglement behind him and continued to burst into the box with the ball. Terry threw down Zhang Jun, and at this time he didn't care about who was more threatening.

Crewe's upper body shook so that Terry thought he was going to break through from the right, and quickly moved his weight to the right, but Crewe pulled the ball to the left and then planned to break through from here.

It was then that Diarra tackled the ball from behind – a reckless move that could have caused a catastrophe in his own penalty area. However, the young and vigorous Diarra didn't think about it so much, and wanted to stop Crewe.

As soon as the football was pulled away, Crewe's heel was tripped by Diarra, he suddenly lost his balance, stumbled, and fell into the box!

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Sabato stood up with his hands held high, penalty! This is a penalty without a doubt!

Frankie erupted in a huge cheer! They saw the light of day at home victory.

But where is the referee waving and what?

He made Crewe stand up!?

"Fuck it! He even thought that Crewe faked a fall! Shameless! The referee of that bitch! Sabato's excitement turned into anger in an instant, and he kept insulting the blind referee on the sidelines. Until the fourth official came up and intervened.

"Sir, if you don't restrain yourself, I'd like to invite you to the stand." That means he's going to be sent out with a red card.

Sabato calculated in his head, although he was quick to speak for a while, but if he was expelled from the country with a red card in the end, the price would be too great. Forget it, anyway, he has scolded and scolded now, and he hasn't suffered a loss.

However, there was still a complaint, and Sabato immediately lowered his posture and said to the fourth official in a pitiful tone: "Look at the situation just now, isn't that a foul?" Shouldn't a penalty be awarded? ”

"I'm sorry I didn't see it clearly."

"He's ...... He's finding a balance! Sabato wanted to scold the fourth official, but he finally held back, he didn't want to watch the game from the stands in the next round.

On the pitch, the ball was at Terry's feet, and Crewe waved at the referee to get him up, and he didn't fake a fall - although he did do it occasionally, but this time it was definitely innocent. The opponent did trip him from behind, why didn't he blow a penalty?

On the other side, Gasballoni rushed to the referee with his hands raised, signaling that the decision was unreasonable.

Meanwhile, John Terry passed the ball to Frank Lampard and Chelsea took advantage of Fiorentina's intention to appeal to the referee and play a quick counter-attack.

Sabato was still arguing with the fourth official, while Di Livio rushed to the sidelines, rarely shouting, "Fuck! Back to defense! Back to defense! The ball didn't go out of bounds, they attacked! What the fuck are you guys doing?! ”

Frank Lampard was quick to get the ball on the way to Lawrence.

Fiorentina had just four defenders and one goalkeeper in their half, while Chelsea had two strikers, two wing-backs and a Frank Lampard.

Originally, Lawrence passed the ball out again and ran by himself, and Chelsea's counterattack would directly threaten Fiorentina's goal, but now Lawrence is full of thoughts about beating Jensen in front of him, this little man who is not good-looking and obscure, he is angry when he looks at it. He swore that he must defeat him, a snow dozens of minutes before the shame!

Change of direction, feints.

Jensen followed suit and didn't eat his feints.

Stop, as if trying to turn around.

Jensen also made a quick stop, but didn't rush up, just nudged him with his hand, either he passed the ball out or came over and tried it.

Unable to turn, Lawrence flicked the ball sideways, intending to turn around the angle again. But Jensen stuck to his body and stuck his position, and he couldn't run away or turn around.

Jensen ate him to death.

The impatient Lawrence decided to force a breakthrough, and he leaned back sharply, hoping to knock the opponent away, regardless of the good position of Jensen behind him. But it didn't go as he wanted, Yan Sen was steady, and he didn't retreat an inch.

No matter!

Knock the ball outward, then swerve and pick up the speed in an instant to overtake the defender.

Jensen didn't want to run with him at all, and at the same time that Lawrence knocked the football away from his body, Jensen took a step out, and then a beautiful standard tackle, which just shoveled the football down, Lawrence kicked the football, but did not kick the football, but he flew out because of his habitual surname.

Jensen, who broke the ball, passed the ball to his team-mate, even if he completed another defensive task.

"What are you doing?! Why not pass the ball?! Lampard yelled at Lawrence angrily, and the poor young man kept his head down and didn't dare say anything.

The Fiorentina frontcourt players who broke the ball have not yet returned, and they just took advantage of this opportunity to counterattack. Mascherano passes the football to Gasballoni.

Gasballoni didn't dribble the ball, but made a long pass across the pitch and sent it straight to Joaquin's feet.

Joaquín stopped the ball and did not try to dribble, but passed the ball to Crewe, who followed up in the middle.

Diarra tensed again.

This time Crewe didn't break through the middle, he pulled the ball back and then slammed it in.

Morientes slashed out of the crowd and struck a shot at goal, this time with a firm grip on the ball by Cech.

Although they did not cause a goal, Fiorentina's two rounds of stormy attacks made Mourinho feel the pressure to lose.

In this case, he had to replace Lawrence, whose performance did not satisfy him, and add a midfielder.

Lawrence was still a little angry when he came off the field, but Mourinho ignored him, and he was also dissatisfied with this striker in his heart, if it wasn't for his few times of eating alone, Chelsea would have been ahead now, why was he forced to this point by Fiorentina?

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Sabato's fate was a bit of a pity, but now that the big picture is decided, he doesn't expect Lawrence to help him much.

Fiorentina dominated the final five minutes of the game, leaving Chelsea without the ability to counter-attack and had to retreat in the hope of holding out until the end of the game.

Sabato, on the other hand, stood on the sidelines, waving his hand to the players to press, press. The defenders who didn't allow assists at the beginning pressed near the halfway line. There is a lot of momentum to eat the whole of Chelsea.

Mascherano shoots from distance!

Petr Cech fought hard to get the ball out of bounds and Chelsea's crisis was not resolved.

Sure enough, Gasballoni stopped the ball near the touchline and then crossed into the box again, this time with Terry getting ahead of Zhang Jun to push the ball out.

This was followed by another long-range shot from Joaquin.

Football is always in the Chelsea half, and even if Cech gets the ball, he can't get it through the midfield, whether it's a big foot or a hand, it's going to be cut off in midfield.

Fiorentina are not willing to settle for a draw at their home turf, and their supporters will not agree to it. So the last moments were crazy times in Florence.

Chelsea, on the other hand, put on a bucket formation, with all the players, including the forwards, huddled within their 30-metre zone.

The two sides confronted each other, and there was a great momentum of the three kingdoms scolding the formation.

Florence: Got the skills to come out! Don't hide in there and be a turtle with a shrunken head! Like a bitch, shameless!

Chelsea: You tell me to come out and I'll come out? Am I not too faceless? If you don't come out, you won't come out! You have the ability to call in!

Florence: Damn! Don't think it's safe to shrink inside your shell! Long shot!

So the heavy artillery roared, Mascherano, Joaquín, Gasballoni, Zhang Jun, and even Ujfarusi rushed to the front of the penalty area to try their own shots.

Zhang Jun's shot hit Terry's leg with a line change and flew in a direction that Cech would never have been able to save, and by this time the referee had already put the whistle in his mouth, either blowing the goal whistle or blowing the full-time whistle.

The Florentine people stood up, ready to cheer.

Petr Cech watched in despair as the ball rolled towards the goal, and although it wasn't fast, no one could stop it......

If that goal goes in, it will be very difficult for Chelsea to play at home.

All the Chelsea fans, in the field, in front of the TV, listening to the radio, could only utter one voice: "No! ”

God took a nap, and the ball hit the goalpost, and then was driven out with all his strength by Hono, who had just rushed back. The soccer ball flew high into the left stand.

The referee stretched out his arms and blew three full-time whistles.

"Ahh What the hell! We were even tied! Sabato cursed.

"But I don't see the slightest look of dissatisfaction on your face." Di Livio said with a blank face that he was really unhappy with the result.

"You need to know, Angelo. If their Essien hadn't been booked, if they hadn't had that idiot-like Lawrence, then this draw would have been our defeat. But because of the above two things, our draw is not a failure. We will be hoping to get the score back on the road. ”

"I don't believe your word for it anymore."

Sabato shrugged, ignored his assistant, and walked into the locker room.

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Zhang Jun was also unhappy with the draw, and the whole Fiorentina team almost had the same idea as him. One by one, they complained loudly in the locker room and ended up unlucky.

Until Sabato smiled and pushed open the door to the locker room.

"You must think it's a complete failure, right?"

"Isn't it?" Someone asked rhetorically.

"Of course not, how could it be?" Then Sabato repeated what he had just said to Di Livio, and of course the reaction of the players was the same as Di Livio: not convinced!

Sabato didn't care if his men believed him, and he hurried to the press conference. At the press conference, in front of the reporters, he repeated what he had said to Di Livio a third time.

The result?

The next day's newspaper commented: "Jose Mourinho said he was very satisfied with a point and an away goal away from home, and we believe he was telling the truth. Sabato, on the other hand, says he has gained confidence in the away win over Chelsea, which we are widely skeptical. ”

This was the result of the first round between the two sides.

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On April 9, in the 33rd round of Serie A, Fiorentina challenged Sampdoria away.

Zhang Jun did not play in this game, he did not even enter the squad, and the same as him did not enter the squad, including Crewe and Mascherano, Joaquín, and Gasballoni. In their place were Pazzini, Montorivo, Donadère, Darno and Duff.

Sabato used a rotation system as Fiorentina have a tough game to play in four days' time, as they travel to London to take on Chelsea.

So despite Sampdoria's strength in the middle of Serie A, Sabato also had to rest most of his main players.

Before the game, he made many people have no confidence in Fiorentina at all, but Fiorentina's substitutes gave everyone a surprise.

They were in good form and fit to win comfortably 3-1 away at Sampdoria.

Throughout the game, Sabato seemed very relaxed, he didn't get up and yell on the sidelines frequently, just let the players follow the tactics arranged at the beginning. It works very well.

Thanks to the substitute players, Zhang Jun and they were given a valuable day off. Although, just after returning to Fiorentina from Sampdoria, the team will assemble and then go to London in advance to train and adapt to the venue and weather.

A professional footballer's legs can't stop.

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When the plane landed at London's Heathrow Airport, Crewe's heart fluttered along with the fuselage. He hasn't been back for three years since he left in the summer of 2007 (the warm-up game against Chelsea at the start of the season was played in third place).

Heathrow Airport is still so busy, with people coming and going here taking off and landing.

However, he did not land here this time after returning from an away game like he did three years ago, on the contrary, he came here to play an away game.

Zhang Jun glanced out of the porthole past Crewe, and then sighed with some emotion: "It's still the same, basically nothing has changed after so many years." "When he and Yang Pan came to London for Christmas, they met their current teammate Crewe; Plum.

I used to play with Crewe on the streets, and now I'm back here as a teammate.

Crewe hummed, then put away his seat belt: "Help me ask the boss for half a day off, I won't be training tomorrow morning." ”

Zhang Jun shook his head: "No need to please, there will be no training scheduled tomorrow morning, and we will have half a day of free time." Do you want me to go with you? ”

Crewe was going to say no, but when it came to his lips, it became, "Okay." ”

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Before the Fiorentina players were temporarily unable to meet, Boss Ren's plane became a topic of discussion among many British media gathered at the airport pick-up gate.

There were even reporters who started a boring poll of "who is richer Ren Yudi or Abramovich", which was welcomed by most reporters, and some went to great lengths to say that they wanted to make the vote a feature for the next issue of their magazine.

Thankfully, Fiorentina's players appeared in front of the reporters in time, otherwise the British media, which is known for its gossip, might have really made such a feature.

When Di Livio, the leader, appeared in a purple suit, the flash began to turn on frequently.

Then came Sabato, who walked past the reporters without any pestering him - much to Sabato's surprise, who had expected to be in the same situation as at Barcelona Airport, and was ready to deal with the supposedly very, very gossip British press. I didn't expect that no one would pay attention to him at all!

Then there was Zhang Jun, the captain of Florence.

The three men walked over, but none of the British media held out the microphone to them.

This was followed by the rest of Fiorentina's team, who were treated the same as the previous three.

The British press is silent but expectant.

Until Crewe was the last one to walk out of the pick-up port.

The flash can no longer be described as "frequently lit", it should be said that it has not been extinguished since it was lit, and the crowd was crowded towards Crewe. The security guards at the airport just thought they were too idle and wanted to yawn out of boredom, but now they immediately felt like they were facing a big enemy, and they joined hands to form a wall of honesty and benevolence, blocking the crazy reporters outside.

'Crewe, back at Stamford Bridge in three years' time, how do you feel about it?'

"Hey, Crewe. Is there anything else in London that makes you nostalgic? ”

'It is said that the Chelsea supporters' organisation claims they will not forgive you for your two betrayals (one against England and one against Chelsea) and will do whatever it takes to interfere with you during the game. Do you have anything to deal with? ”

"It's 1-1 at home, can you talk about your thoughts on this game? Who do you think has a better chance of making the cut? Will you score in this game? ”

'Jose Mourinho praised you yesterday as the most talented and imaginative midfielder he's ever seen, what do you think about that? Does that mean there is still a chance for you and Chelsea to get back together? ”

……

Unlike Sabato, who wanted the media to interview him but no one paid attention, Crewe walked past the reporters with a blank face and ignored no one in the face of countless microphones and countless questions.

The whole Florentine team was seen on the hotel bus, and then gradually disappeared from their eyes. The reporters didn't seem to be much frustrated or angry, and they still had some special feelings for the world star who had left England.

"I went to Italy and it was colder than before. When he was in London, he was colder than the winter in London, and now ...... It's almost time to catch up with Antarctica. A reporter who had interviewed him before shook his head and sighed.

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Crewe, who was in the car, remained silent, even though his teammates couldn't contain their inner surprise and began to talk.

"Wow! It's the first time I've seen Crewe so charismatic, so many reporters have been on guard for a long time, just to interview him. It's incredible! ”

"Well, the boss must be very upset now......"

"Be quiet! How can the boss hear this? ”

"What are you muttering?"

"Wow! Nothing! ”

……

Even Zhang Jun was surprised, because from the previous media attitude, it was impossible to see that Crewe was so valued. But it's not good for him to ask directly: why are those media so interested in you, what do you think in your heart......

He could only knock on the side: "You seem to be in a bad mood, Crewe." I see you're always silent......"

"Nope." Crewe cocked the collar of his sweatshirt, then leaned to the side, leaning against the window. "I just want to sleep. It's time to wake me up. After speaking, he tilted his head and closed his eyes.

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