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The next day, when Zhang Jun opened his eyes from the hotel bed, he did not see the bright sunlight outside the window. It was dark inside the room, and he thought it was still early, and the curtains hadn't been opened. But when he turned over, he realized that it was not dark inside, but it was dark outside—it was cloudy today, and it was still drizzling.

The lights were on in the bathroom, and Crewe must have gotten up early.

"Crewe! Crewe! ”

"What's the matter?" Crewe's voice came from inside the bathroom.

"What time is it?"

"Eight twenty in the morning."

"Oh, good morning."

"Good morning."

Zhang Jun stood in front of the huge glass window in a pair of underwear, looked out the window at the gray sky and the crowded streets under the high-rise buildings, and then stretched.

Today's weather is really not suitable for training, and Sabato was quite prescient. It's a good place to miss something.

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Although Sabato announced that there will be free time this morning, everyone can go out shopping. But many people still discouraged the idea of traveling when they saw this kind of weather, and stayed in the hotel honestly to entertain themselves.

Therefore, in such a situation, the two people who have to travel are particularly eye-catching.

When Zhang Jun and Crewe saw the reporters waiting at the door in the lobby, they realized that if they walked out like this, they wouldn't want to do anything this morning.

"I think it's better for us to go off the rails." Zhang Jun then called the lobby manager of the hotel, rented a car from him, and then asked for the location of the side door.

Two people sneaked into the car at the side door.

"Sir, where are you going?" The driver asked.

"Highgate Cemetery."

Zhang Jun had heard of the name because he and Yang Pan had visited Highgate Cemetery when they visited London that time. And I believe that many Chinese tourists will come to London to visit here, because there is a great man sleeping there: Karl; Marx.

He didn't expect Crewe's parents to be buried there as well.

"I wasn't there, but I paid for it later."

Zhang Jun believes that Crewe is definitely not because Carl is buried there; Marx moved the remains of his parents in, perhaps he didn't know Karl at all; Who is Marx.

Cars weave through the streets of London, but Crewe is not in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way. In fact, he was already familiar with this place, and there was no need to see anything more.

Highgate Cemetery is in the north of London, and there is a quiet road leading to the hill, which is called the "Lover's Road", but it has little to do with romance. At the end of the road, there is a cemetery on the east and west sides, which is the famous Highgate Cemetery.

In the distance, you can see some people at the entrance of the cemetery in the east, which is where Marx's tomb is located, and each person has to pay two pounds for admission there, and Zhang Jun guesses that those people must have come to pay their respects.

Crewe asked the driver to park the car in the parking lot outside the cemetery and wait for them here, and then he and Zhang Jun got out of the car.

Zhang Jun was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which was intended for his aunt and uncle, whom he had never met, and Crewe had taken nothing.

After getting out of the car, the two walked straight to the west, and it seemed that Crewe's parents were buried in the West Garden.

Crewe's parents' grave is in the depths of the cemetery, and the two of them pass through many tombstones before finally stopping in front of a very inconspicuous stone tombstone.

A very ordinary, very simple tombstone, with two names engraved on it, and their dates and deaths, but nothing else. No epitaphs, no photos, no flowers.

Zhang Jun stepped forward and gently placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, which added a little vitality to this cemetery.

Then he said to Crewe, "I'll go back and wait for you." He knew Crewe had something to say to his parents, so he left him a personal space.

Crewe understood what Zhang Jun meant, so he nodded and didn't hold back.

Zhang Jun walked out of the West Garden, looking at the cemetery with obvious asymmetry in popularity, he decided to go to the East Garden to have a look, two pounds is two pounds, and he went to ask the old man Marx to bless him from a socialist country for victory on the court.

The old man Marx said that there are no gods, Buddhas, and ghosts in this world. Then it may be useful to pray to him.

Just as he was paying for the tickets, a group of about ten people came from behind, wearing hats of the same style and color on their heads, and the leader was holding a small flag in his hand, talking something as he walked. Although they wore different clothes and umbrellas, they were all black-haired and yellow-skinned, and he heard the tour guide speak Mandarin. Knowing that it was a group of tourists from China, he quickly put on his sunglasses, then put his collar up and walked in with his head down.

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Crewe had been standing in front of the tombstone, his hands in his pockets, maintaining a posture that had not changed.

It's been three years since he last came to see Florence. Because the dean also comes here to visit the grave, it looks quite neat.

The flowers that Zhang Jun had just put on were particularly bright under the rain, all of which seemed incompatible with the gray tombstone.

Crewe finally changed his position, he crouched down and reached out to brush away the fallen leaves above. Then he held the tombstone with one hand and sighed softly.

If my mother didn't go, my father wouldn't have become like that, and he wouldn't have gambled hard to make money, and finally became a professional player. Without what happened at the beginning, he didn't know how he would be doing now or what he was doing. But one thing is certain, at least he will have a childhood with good memories and live happily together as a family.

He hadn't cried since his father died.

For him, crying is a sign of cowardice, and he will only cry when a person needs to be relied on and comforted by others. What's the use of him crying now? Who is he crying to? Who can comfort him, who can he rely on?

But in the face of this ordinary tombstone, it made his nose sour.

Crying is actually a kind of emotional catharsis that doesn't need to be shown to anyone.

The drizzle continued unstoppable, wetting Crewe's hair, his clothes, and casting a layer of moisture in front of his eyes.

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Zhang Jun stood silently at the back of the crowd, looking at Marx's tombstone from a distance, with a statue of his old man at the top, lifelike. I don't know how many times Zhang Jun has seen this photo in his middle school history textbook, but the book is always not as real as he saw it with his own eyes.

Today, however, there is no solemn atmosphere of admiration.

The group of tourists who came behind him surrounded Marx's grave and never stopped, and many took turns to go up and take pictures with the tombstones.

He really wanted to show some of his respect for Marx, but he didn't expect to see this kind of scene, and he suddenly lost his mood. I just want to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, it may not be good to go back to Crewe now, and it's not interesting to go back, so it's better to stay here and watch other people's performances.

After one person finishes taking the photo, replace it with another person. I took a photo of a single person, and I went up for another family. The more daring ones put their arms around the neck of the old man Marx and made an intimate gesture.

Fortunately, at this time, there was no one else except for the eleven of them, otherwise the Chinese would have lost their faces.

Today's weather made Zhang Jun feel very bad, and he deliberately coughed to remind some people who are too presumptuous to pay attention to their words and deeds.

Sure enough, the noisy people noticed that there was a stranger behind them, staring at them coldly.

The people who were silently reprimanded were embarrassed and unhappy. After a moment of silence, there was a lot of talking, and the voices grew louder and louder.

"What a look, it's rude!"

"It's just, it's disgusting to look at a person who pretends to be cool over there."

"Ah, I'm still an Oriental, maybe it's a Chinese fellow......"

"Don't talk nonsense, where are we Chinese so rude? Eighty percent are Taiwanese ......"

"Hey! Taiwan is also part of China, don't talk nonsense! ”

"Forget it, maybe it's a little book!"

"Damn! If it was really a little book, Lao Tzu would be the first to go up and beat him! ”

As he spoke, someone was rolling up his sleeves, and the tour guide hurriedly went up and grabbed the person who was rolling up his sleeves. The man didn't really want to go up and beat someone, just made a show, and when he saw someone pulling, he hurriedly accepted it when he saw it.

Zhang Jun couldn't laugh or cry when he was said. He didn't plan to entangle these people anymore, and turned around to leave.

He had just turned around and saw Crewe walking towards him.

It's over so soon? He was amazed at Crewe's efficiency, and according to his understanding, he must have a lot to say after not seeing him for three years.

"Let's go." Kru was wearing sunglasses, and Zhang Jun was strange, because he didn't see Kru wearing sunglasses when he came.

He nodded, "How did you know I was here?" ”

"I saw that you were not in the car, so I looked everywhere, and when I saw that there were many people here and there was a lot of movement, I came here."

Zhang Jun patted Crewe's shoulder: "Then let's go." ”

Ignoring the tour group that was all watching them, the two turned and walked straight out.

At this time, someone in the team muttered, "It's strange...... Those two people just now are so familiar. ”

"You know them?" Someone asked him right away.

"I want to think about it...... Yes! Come to think of it! He screamed violently, startling the people around him. They are、It's Zhang Jun and Crewe from Florence! The tall one is Crewe, who was ...... by us just now. The one we scolded was Zhang Jun......" After speaking, he cried and was very depressed.

If you recognize it, maybe you can go up and ask for an autograph, a group photo or something, but now it's all gone.

"Who is Zhang Jun? Who is Crewe? "Not everybody is a fan.

"Very famous, very famous footballer! You don't understand! Alas, it's too late to say anything, my autograph, my group photo! "But who is to blame for this?

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"What did those people do? I don't think you're friendly. On the way back to the parking lot, Crewe asked. He didn't hear the men's discussions, but simply extrapolated from the expressions of both sides.

Zhang Jun opened the door for Cruella, and then said, "It's nothing, a bunch of noisy little books...... Where to go next? He didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Go to Kingston Nursing Home."

Kingston Sanitatorium was the last place where Crewe's father stayed before his death, and the director there Crewe was very familiar with and had a good relationship, and at the last moment they did their best to save Crewe's father's life, although they failed in the end, but Dad at least left with a smile, and Crewe was very grateful. This time, I went specifically to thank you.

The sanatorium is still the same, and there are no major changes.

Crewe stood at the gate, waiting for someone inside to open the door. He turned back to Zhang Jun, who was looking around, and said, "Nothing has changed, it's just ......" He suddenly couldn't remember how to say it appropriately

"It's just that things are wrong." Zhang Jun took over the conversation and helped Crewe out of the siege.

"Yes, things are not people, things are not people......" he lowered his head and whispered the idiom.

To Crewe's surprise, it was the Dean who came to open the door. Looking at his full head of gray hair and slightly hunched back, Crewe deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "things are not people".

The dean knew that Crewe was coming, so after opening the door, he gave Crewe a strong hug: "My dear young man, I didn't expect you to remember my old bones." Please come in, it's still raining outside, watch out for a cold. So saying, he led the two in, and the three of them walked through the courtyard, and then entered a small building that was not very tall.

"This should be your teammate Zhang Jun, right?" The tall dean turned his head to look at Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun nodded politely: "Hello, Mr. Dean, I am Zhang Jun." ”

"Hello, hello, hehe, Crewe must have bothered you."

"Where, Mr. Dean. Crewe is a good friend of mine, as it should be. ”

"Well, it's a blessing for Kru to have a friend like you." The dean looked at Kru who was walking in front and whispered to Zhang Jun. The kid was actually very bitter in his heart, but he didn't even have a person to talk to. Now it's getting more and more silent, and I'm worried that this will crush him, so I'm going to have you bothering more. ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Dean." Zhang Jun was very moved, he felt that Crewe was not a relative, at least this dean was very similar to his grandfather.

The dean took the two to his office, then sat them down and asked the secretary to pour them steaming coffee.

Then it's time to chat, ask how Crewe is doing, joke around with each other, and liven up the atmosphere.

When the coffee in the cup was no longer hot, the dean stood up and pulled out a brown paper-wrapped package from his desk drawer.

"I think I should give it to you."

Crewe looked at the package in the dean's hand suspiciously, not knowing what it was.

"This one we found by chance in a corner after your father's death, and it was originally hidden very hidden, and I think it must be your father's most cherished thing, so we didn't open it, just waiting for you to come back and get it. Now it's finally in your hands. ”

Crewe had never seen anything like this.

He took the package from the dean's hand, and then unwrapped the thread on the package, which could be seen to be some years, and the terrible weather in London, the rope had rotted and broke at the slightest touch. But this also shows that no one has really taken it apart.

Peeling back the yellowed vellum paper, Crewe saw that there were several notebooks that had been de-paged, as well as bits and pieces of photographs and letters.

Flipping through the top notebook, Crewe was surprised to find that it was the first notebook he had written since he could write!

On Sunday, June 2, 1996, the weather was fine.

Today I went out to ti ball, although shuai arrived at gebo, but we ying, I was happy, mom and dad page happy for me. I must become a zhiye player in the future, zhuan big money, buy piaoliang clothes for my mother, and buy good-looking lingling belts for my father!

This is a mixture of Chinese, pinyin and typos, full of childish notes. Even Crewe thought it was incredible, how could such a thing be written by him? He never thought about being a bullshit pro!

Read on:

On Saturday, July 13, 1996, the weather was cloudy.

Today I did something cuo.,Mom hit me.,Let me know where my cuo is.,I'm not angry with my mother on the page.,I'll listen to my mother after I send shi.,Be a child.。

Saturday, July 20, 1996, light rain.

There is nothing to write about today!

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Yes, that's right, it's indeed a man named Crewe; Lee's guy wrote.

Crewe read them one by one, looking at these immature words, he seemed to return to the past, the childhood of a family of three living happily together, he originally thought that he must not remember what happened in the past, his childhood was a blurry gray except for the red of blood. But this book made him remember it clearly, and he couldn't forget it if he wanted to.

The dean and Zhang Jun didn't know what Crewe was looking at, neither of them said a word, and the room was surprisingly quiet for a while.

Dad cherished his childish, ill-written, typo-ridden biography as a treasure, and hid it in a place where no one could find it. He must have remembered the past when he was sane, right? Although it was only for a short moment, it was enough to satisfy him.

Crewe trembled and took out his sunglasses from his pocket to put them on, and then spoke slowly, trembling slightly, while saying to the dean in a stiff tone, "I'm ...... Sorry, please, forgive me for not taking my sunglasses off, Mr. Dean......"

The dean nodded, said nothing, and looked out the window.

The rain is still falling, and the verdant mountains and forests in the distance are hidden in the rain and fog, and it is impossible to see it really.

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Sabato curses the terrible weather in London every day at noon, and it has become a fixture. Not only did he curse, but many Fiorentina players were also scolding, because in the past few days, the rain has been heavy and light, and they have never seen what the sun looks like over London.

"It's damn weather! I feel like I'm moldy and I can smell the stench on myself, which is terrible! Italy's sunny teenager Gasballoni scolded during training. He was about to continue scolding, when he saw a blank Crewe walk past him and shut him up.

In the team, if there is anyone else he fears besides the manager, it must be this taciturn Crewe. His unflattering surname and sneering on the pitch always give others a sense of fear.

Although the weather was depressing for Sabato, there was some good news, such as Crewe's good form and positive performance in training. The weather in London didn't affect him, and as an "aborigine" here, he had already adapted to the wet weather.

If the rain doesn't stop on the day of the match, Sabato doesn't know if he will have to rely on London "Native" Crewe.

He had to adjust his tactics for the weather, Fiorentina are a delicate team with a lot of control at their feet, but if the pitch is slippery and the weather is [***], there is no guarantee that the team will be able to control the ball.

How will Fiorentina, who can't control the ball, deal with the home team? And how can I win?

The problem plagued Sabato until the day before the game, when the team travelled to Stamford Bridge to acclimatise to the pitch.

Every Fiorentina player was stunned when they saw Stamford Bridge.

"This ...... This ......," Gasbaroni stammered as he was shaken, "are we at the farm?" Tell me, it must be potatoes planted here! Isn't it? How could this be a place to kick a ball? ”

The others had the same expression and thought as him, and even Di Livio frowned.

No wonder they are, because Chelsea, who are rumored to be so rich, are in such poor condition on their home turf. The site is potholed, the turf is sparse, and the rainy "watering" is ...... It was what he saw them now.

Joaquín kicked the soccer ball onto the field, but the direction in which the ball fell and bounced back was completely unexpected, and he was completely defeated.

Some people started crying and saying: "Should we complain to UEFA and ask them to order Chelsea to change stadiums?" I think this ground, we just go to the concrete floor to kick, it's better than here. ”

"yes, yes, look at the potholes, if you break your foot, it will be miserable."

Di Livio looked at the field, then turned to look at Sabato, and asked, "Do we still have to adapt to this place?" ”

Sabato nodded: "Of course!" It's because the venue is bad that I have to adapt even more. But we don't train anymore, everyone goes for me to go for a walk! Walk through all the corners of this venue! ”

The players threw away the football and reluctantly began the pre-match acclimatization training that they had never done before.

And Sabato gritted his teeth and looked at the stadium and said secretly: "Mourinho, you are ruthless!" ”

This time it was not for nothing to acclimatise to the pitch, and Sabato suddenly thought of a way to deal with Chelsea. On the bus back to the hotel from Stamford Bridge, Sabato said to his men with a sinister smile: "Rest early tonight and relax, tomorrow you won't have such a relaxing day!" ”

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Although it was still raining, the next day's Stamford Bridge was full, and reporters set up a circle behind the two goals on the pitch. However, all the reporters had to shake their heads and sigh when they saw this venue: Chelsea were clearly unscrupulous in order to win, and even took advantage of the conditions of the venue.

Mourinho's hooligans are really eye-opening, and they come up with cheap tricks one after another!

The emblematic warmed up on the vegetable patch, and the entire Fiorentina squad returned to the dressing room, waiting for Sabato to unveil his tactical plan.

Sabato didn't say anything before the game, so no one knows if he still has no tactics like he did in the previous round. A group of people waited anxiously.

Sabato began to dot and dot on the tactical board with a black marker, and the white pitch was soon covered with black dots. Everyone didn't know what he meant, so they had to keep waiting.

When Sabato was all ordered, there was nothing to see on that field.

"Look, doesn't this look like the damn stadium at Stamford Bridge?"

Everyone suddenly realized and nodded violently: "Like!" It's so similar! The boss has Picasso's potential! ”

"So, football is a game of creating space and using space, now you look at this stadium, is there still room for you to create and use?"

The players shook their heads as they looked at the stadium, which didn't even have a place to stay.

"So......" Sabato cocked his marker and pulled a big cross on the diagonal of the pitch. Our tactic for this game was ......" and he deliberately sold a pass.

However, his team members obviously misunderstood, and one by one they answered in unison: "There is no tactic!" ”

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"Our tactic for this game was to play more high-altitude balls, because the conditions were not very good, it had rained too much in the past few days, and the turf was badly damaged...... It's really helpless. As he spoke, Mourinho shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to increase his persuasiveness. But no one believes it, everyone knows that this place was deliberately arranged by him Mourinho. It's to restrain a team like Fiorentina with delicate skills.

Although Chelsea also pays attention to ground coordination, it is good that they are from the English league, and they have not played long passes.

Mourinho's is not called "using one's own strengths to overcome the enemy's shortcomings", but "using one's own shortcomings to overcome the enemy's shortcomings". It's just that Chelsea's is slightly longer than Fiorentina's.

"When you play, try to keep the ball in the air and don't stay on your feet as much as possible. These people are training on this field, you shouldn't be stupid enough to break your feet, right? ”

The team shook their heads.

Mourinho nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, the team members shook their heads: they don't know if they will stumble on this vegetable patch.

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Sabato was panting, but he had finally managed to get the disobedient boys in order.

"Alright, shut up. Listen to me! Sabato waited until he heard the short-eyed boy make another sound, and then he continued satisfied.

"Since the venue is terrible, we simply give up our usual technical play. In this game, we have to play against the visitors, pressing the Chelsea players up front and in midfield, completely disrupting their midfield organization. The pitch is terrible, they must only play golf, so let's make this game a little bit more chaotic! Everyone has to run at all costs, mess up their tactics, and then we win in the chaos. ”

"Isn't that just a blind kick? To put it bluntly, there is still no tactical ......" Gasballoni muttered quietly, and after muttering, he also glanced up at the manager to see if he was noticed. Fortunately, Sabato was talking and didn't notice him, otherwise he would have gone berserk.

Sabato was talking about the starting line-up for the game: "So, according to my tactical arrangement, we changed the formation for this game. There is only one Zhang Jun left in the striker, and we play 451. A back two, Mascherano and Donadal. The most important role of the midfielder is, first of all, the role of containing the opponent's midfielder, and secondly, the role of organizing the attack. When attacking, you have to be fast, get out of the ball quickly, run fast, and minimize the time the football is bouncing on the ground, I think everyone knows a lot about this damn field, right? ”

Joaquin nodded hurriedly, he remembered the scene yesterday when he kicked the football to the left, but the ball bounced to the right.

'After taking the ball, he passes the ball to Zhang Jun, he will act as an attacking finisher, and until then, try not to let Chelsea break the ball easily. That's all I have to say, you all get it, right? ”

The players nodded their heads, they already understood in their hearts, as Gasbaroni muttered - isn't it just a blind kick?

Sabato suddenly said solemnly: "But you must not think that this is a blind kick!" ”

The group suddenly fell silent, and then turned their eyes to Gasballoni, who was burying his head deeply.

Still heard by him, this old fox!

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In the players' tunnel, Zhang Jun still shook hands with the opposing captain Terry very friendly, and then smiled at each other. The other teammates didn't pay attention to each other. The same is true of Crewe, who has a straight face and looks like he is rejecting.

Zhang Jun sighed softly, he didn't want to force Crewe to "say hello" to the Chelsea people anymore. The dean said that Crewe was very bitter in his heart, because he was silent and kept everything in his heart and could not vent it. Now seeing Chelsea's hatred of Crewe, he doesn't feel the need to let Crewe suppress his name in front of these people, sometimes he needs to explode. If you don't like it, just ignore it.

Stamford Bridge was buzzing and getting louder, and Zhang Jun had a hunch that they should be on the move. So he turned around and slapped his hands vigorously, shouting to his teammates behind him, "Brothers! It's going to be played soon, so you're welcome to go up and beat them up later! He shouted in Italian and no one in the Chelsea team could understand him.

"No problem! Fuck it! ”

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"The atmosphere at Stamford Bridge is special......," the commentator lamented, as he saw signs all over the stands, half of which were scolding Crewe as a traitor. There were even fans who painted a replica of the Last Supper, in which Mourinho was Jesus, and his 12 disciples were Chelsea players in blue, and in Judas's place, Crow in purple.

The fans are really forgetful, and when Crewe was there, they wished that he would leave sooner and roll as far as possible. Now, seeing him succeed in Florence and coming back here as an opponent, I can't accept it. When I saw Crewe performing his skills in front of the Fiorentina fans, and then causing those Fiorentina fans to scream desperately, I didn't feel good in my heart - this should be the treatment they can only enjoy, when will it be the turn of the Italians who only know how to shrink back in defense?

The jealousy in their hearts eventually leads to hatred for Crewe. But who told them to get rid of Crewe in the first place?

"Eriksen once said that Crewe was a gift from God to the English after watching Crewe play. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, Crewe became a member of the Chinese national team, and he also went to Italy, completely disassociated with English football. I think anyone who experienced that turmoil during this period will have a deep understanding. Now that Crewe is back at Stamford Bridge as an opponent, it's understandable that the fans are reacting to this. ”

"Then Taylor, as the one who commented on his debut battle, you must have been very emotional, right?"

"That's right. From a teenager who could only play fancy moves at the beginning, he has become an excellent forward midfielder with sharp passes and outstanding dribbling. As an Englishman, I really pity that he is now our enemy. ”

'So, if he wins against Chelsea today...... I mean, if, of course, the game hasn't started yet, no one knows the outcome. If Fiorentina win against Chelsea today, would you have anything to say to him? ”

Taylor smiled: "He can't hear me when I say it, right?" I do have something to say, though. ”

"What are you?"

"Good luck to him, his technique and imagination are gifts given to him by God, to cherish them and not to get hurt easily."

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that."

Stamford Bridge's voices were louder, and both men knew the players were on the pitch and it was time to put all their energy into the game. Whether Fiorentina can beat Chelsea or not, and who will advance in the end, will be revealed in 90 minutes.

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As soon as Zhang Jun appeared on the stage, he saw the huge "Last Supper" in the stands, and at the same time saw the overwhelming abusive slogans. Somewhat surprised, he looked back at Crewe, who was walking behind, and did not see any change in his expression.

Although not everyone understands English, the Fiorentina players still understand simple words such as "*", and they can understand who the name "crew" is.

When Crewe was the last to run out of the tunnel, there was a huge boo from the audience. That's how Chelsea fans welcome their old friends.

Zhang Jun was a little worried that these things would affect Crewe's play, and when the picking was over, he grabbed Crewe.

"Don't take it to heart, just treat those people as dogs, just listen to dogs barking......"

"Nothing has changed, nothing has changed." Unexpectedly, Crewe's endless words choked Zhang Jun.

"What hasn't changed?"

"I mean, these fans are scolding me exactly the same thing as they were three years ago, it's not creative."

After speaking, he suddenly smiled at Zhang Jun, which made Zhang Jun laugh and couldn't help but give a cold war.

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Both managers sat in the dugout and waited for the referee to blow the kick-off whistle.

Mourinho was still chewing gum with a serious face.

And Sabato also had a serious face, his mouth was open and closed, but he didn't chew the gum, but was whispering in pieces: Come on, come on, Cherskis, let me give you a big surprise!

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There was a huge exclamation at Stamford Bridge, followed by wave after wave of Fiorentina attack.

While Chelsea's midfield was still about to organize, Donadale made a vicious steal for Wright; Phillips' ball, then passed to Gasballoni in front.

Relying on speed, Gasballoni easily broke through Ferreira's defense, but then he did not cross the bottom, but directly crossed diagonally!

With Pacos Ferreira pulled out by him, there is a vacuum in the ribs of Chelsea's right wing-back and centre-back. Gasballoni was keenly aware of it, so he didn't hesitate to send a pass.

Zhang Jun also ran there just right, and then received the football!

In front of him was Petr Cech in the back of the net and next to him was John Terry desperately trying to catch up.

Zhang Jun did not hesitate to hit the goal, and the football flew straight to the near corner. It was so fast that Cech didn't dare to hold the ball directly - in fact, he didn't have the confidence to keep the ball out of his hands at such a close distance - so he simply blocked the angle and punched it out!

Zhang Jun looked up at the football being knocked out of the border by him, and then stomped his foot with some regret.

Just three minutes into the game, he had a chance to give his team the lead.

The attack sent Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge into a cold sweat.

Two minutes later, Chelsea made an inexplicable pass mistake in midfield, and Ruben passed the ball directly to Mascherano, who was unceremonious and quickly passed the ball to Crewe in front.

Defending him was Diarra, who came in place of Essien.

In the last round, Diarra relied on his good energy on the night and made Crewe suffer a bit.

Today is different, both of them are starters, and they are comparable in terms of physical strength, so the gap in technology is quickly apparent.

Crewe made a quick stop to shoot from distance, and the opponent immediately fell to the ground and shoveled the football at Crewe's feet.

Crewe's long-range shot was just a feint, he watched Diarra shovel towards him, pulled the ball behind him very quickly, and then flicked the ball outside to accelerate past Diarra.

Crewe, who had broken through Diarra, picked up his right leg again, and this time it wasn't a feint. Not waiting for Robert; Hutter reacted and suddenly shot from a distance!

It was a surprise to the Chelsea players, with Cech making a hasty save that looked hasty, but thanks to his height of 1.97m, he managed to lift Crewe's awkwardly angled shot over the crossbar.

"Woohoo! Very sudden shot! Only five minutes into the game, Fiorentina already had two very dangerous shots on goal! They were anti-guest and launched a rush against Chelsea! Chelsea, on the other hand, seem to be a little slow to get into form. I didn't expect this game to start in such a way! Also, we see that Crewe is really active. This game is going to be very exciting! ”

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