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In the face of Fiorentina's successive attacks, Mourinho has no way to sit in the dugout and pretend to be cool. Taking advantage of Fiorentina's corner, he rushed to the sidelines and yelled inside: "What are you doing?!" Who made you fall in midfield like that? Forward! Forward! Take the ball and pass it to me! ”

As I said before the game, the midfielder should reduce the time to get the ball and try to get the ball out as quickly as possible. Just starting the game and leaving what he said behind him, can Mourinho not be angry? What's more, these two times almost caused them to concede goals.

If he really conceded the ball so quickly, then the tactics he developed were almost useless.

You can't concede a goal so early!

Fiorentina were about to take a corner, and Mourinho was pacing around the sidelines alone. It wasn't until the corner was finally held in Cech's arms that he was relieved before he returned to his seat and continued to chew his gum.

Sabato seemed laid-back throughout.

The start of the fight gave him a good omen and gave him a lot of hope for this fight.

As he expected, Chelsea obviously did not expect Fiorentina to attack as soon as they came up, and there was a big anti-guest posture.

Mourinho's prediction before the game was that Fiorentina would start cautiously away from home and then use the defensive counter-attack to find opportunities, exactly like the game against Barcelona.

He didn't expect Sabato to go crazy to this point and steal the limelight from his home team on his turf. He wanted to get the team back on the right track, but now that Fiorentina are attacking so hard, the Chelsea players simply don't have the heart to listen to him yelling on the sidelines.

Their minds are now full of questions: how can they survive Fiorentina's attack?

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Mascherano and Donadale's back-to-back duo was very effective as they kept Frank Lampard at bay and cut off the link between Chelsea's midfield and forward line, leaving Chelsea unable to organise an effective attack, and in many cases they were left to rely on their individual abilities.

The original tactics were so disturbed by Florence that they didn't know where they had forgotten for a long time.

What a long pass, what a quick ball, what speed wins. None of this worked, Chelsea had already been held by the nose by Fiorentina and could only run to Fiorentina's pace.

It won't work like this, Mourinho thought, and got up from his seat again. Then he planned to roar a few times in the rain in London to remind the players.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, he heard a loud shout: "Attack!" Offensive! Give me the fuck to hold them down! Work harder!! eon！ eon，baby！ ohyeah！！ ”

Speaking authentic Italian English, Bei'er has no face. Needless to say, the owner of this voice must be Sabato.

Mourinho's hard-won luck made Sabato so stirred up and collapsed early. He looked at Sabato, who was smiling and nodding at him.

**！ That bastard did it on purpose!

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The rain in London hit the faces of the Chelsea fans and it was cold. Who would have thought that the home team, who had been so hopeful by them, didn't even have a shot on goal after ten minutes of play!

Florence's tactics were actually very simple, that is, to disrupt the opponent's attack and then find an opportunity to "organize" the attack - this is not quite correct, it should be said that while disrupting the opponent's attack, by the way, if you are lucky, wait for the opportunity to counterattack......

Sabato has no intention of going to fight Chelsea to the death based on what is in the coaching textbooks. Since Mourinho made small moves before the game, then don't blame him for playing yin during the game.

He was going to scuffle with each other like two rivals rolling in a quagmire. No one can tell what it hits, it's a hit anyway. Stir up the situation as chaotic as possible, and then he will fish in troubled waters.

Thinking about it, isn't Mourinho going to be upgraded to the "godfather", he definitely disdains to use this tactic to entangle with him, he is honestly a street hooligan, others disdain to use it, and he can use it if he doesn't expect it, as long as he can win.

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Chelsea's first shot came in the 19th minute of the first half, when Didier Drogba stumbled past Kehl's defence before scrambling to hit the ball high over the crossbar and into the stands behind goal.

The Fiorentina fans who came to watch the game laughed uncontrollably, which made the Chelsea fans next to them quite unhappy, and also made the police officers in charge of security very nervous. All possibilities have been considered before the game, so a few rows of stands have been vacated in the middle of the stands of fans on both sides, but if there is a real conflict, even if it is a block away, it cannot be stopped.

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The turf at Stamford Bridge was in really bad condition, and Zhang Jun didn't dare to do a lot of moves, for fear of breaking his foot before the World Cup. There are not a few people who think the same thing as him, and sadly, there are even people on the Chelsea side who think so.

Unexpectedly, Mourinho did his own thing, and he wanted to contain Florence, but he tied his hands and feet instead.

Joaquin sent out a ball, and Zhang Jun planned to sprint to chase it, but he had just started when he suddenly felt that he had stepped on a protrusion, and he quickly retracted his strength and looked down. It's dangerous, it's a haystack, if he kicked it out hard just now, then the supporting foot would definitely go down because the foothold was too small.

But not everyone thinks like Zhang Jun. For example, Crewe.

He didn't seem to care about the quality of the turf on the field, or he was so familiar with the pitch that he had run for an unknown number of kilometres whether the turf was good or bad.

Turn around, catch the ball, dummy and then dunk!

The football jumps a bit, but that's okay. Crewe jerked the ball down, and it honestly stopped on the ground and then passed out.

With this in mind, Chelsea's Diarra can't touch the ball at all, and he doesn't want to steal the ball from Crewe unless he knocks him down.

It's not a problem to bouncing around football, he just wants to make it more irregular, so that the opponent can't catch his intentions at all.

Crewe is in Italy, and he is called by the Italian media: "The dribbling is like a ghost, and the passing is weird and unmatched." "Because sometimes even the Fiorentina team-mates don't understand the intention of Crewe's passes, maybe the only one who can read him is Zhang Jun.

Crewe must have thought this way in his heart, why did he want to stay in Florence? It's not because of how high Ren Yudi's salary is, or because of how good the atmosphere of this team is, but because as a striker, how happy it is to have a striker teammate who can receive his own passes.

Mascherano gave a through pass, and Crewe was going to stop, but the ball suddenly bounced in front of him, making his preparation useless.

Diarra knew it was a good opportunity and he leaned in without hesitation, intending to poke the ball out of Crewe's side.

A good Crewe, seeing Diarra's actions and understanding the other party's intentions, he did not avoid it, but gently picked it with his left foot underneath, and the football jumped up along the surface of his foot!

How could Diarra have expected Crewe to change his catch in an instant, he reached for it and didn't touch anything.

Immediately after, Crewe spun slightly, leaned Diarra behind him, and then gently padded the ball with his chest.

Meanwhile, Ruben rushed back to help Diarra defend the troublesome guy.

He saw Diarra "entangled" Crewe, thinking that there would be a chance, so he rushed forward without hesitation, and just waited for the ball to fall.

Isn't the ground potholed? Isn't football jumping around and not finding its way?

Simple, wouldn't it be nice to just let the football not fall to the ground?

The ball falls from the sky, and Ruben is ready to go.

Unexpectedly, Crewe turned the football upside down again with his thigh, and Reuben's foot missed. Naturally, Ruben was not willing to be given to Crewe like this, he jumped up and stretched out his foot to kick the football again.

Crewe leaned back, snatched the ball over Reuben's head, and leaned hard against Diarra.

That French kid is also a tough guy, and he didn't take a step back, but he also made Crewe, allowing him to find a support point to adjust his center of gravity.

This time, Diarra even used his hand, reaching out to grab Crewe's neck, hoping to limit Crewe's movements. Unexpectedly, Crewe didn't eat his set at all, leaned on Diarra, and then used his chest to pad the football he picked back again, and then pouted his butt, squeezing Diarra to the side, and then picked up the falling football on his toes, picking up the falling football again, just to avoid Reuben's counterattack.

This series of actions made the audience fascinated.

There were even some Chelsea fans who thought they were watching Crewe's debut – which was pretty much how he played Patrick Vieira back then. Unexpectedly, now it has become him playing two Chelsea players alone.

"Stop him!" Some fans shouted loudly, and then more people began to yell: "Stop him! Foul! ”

One person faced two people in the sandwich, still did not concede the ball, and from beginning to end, the football did not fall to the ground. What an amazing skill and ball possession! Crewe did it, and he alone made all the Chelsea fans nervous.

Crewe, who dodged Ruben, still pad the ball with his thigh on the spot and continued to control the ball. Diarra rushed forward again without admitting defeat, and Crewe was satisfied with his snatching the ball over his head again, and he stumbled and planted it.

A Reuben is no longer to be feared. Crewe picked up the ball, caught it with his shoulder with some provocation, then turned around, let the ball roll along his shoulder from left to right, and then landed, and Crewe, who was already facing the attacking direction, immediately picked up the ball with his right foot and sent it out.

It was naturally Zhang Jun who received the ball. John Terry has been closely guarding Zhang Jun for a long time, just not giving him a chance to comfortably receive passes from the midfield.

So when Crewe passed the ball out, Terry kept hitting Zhang Jun, making him unable to stabilize his center of gravity to catch the ball.

He thought that this would defuse the Florentine attack, but apparently he was wrong.

Zhang Jun was hit by Terry and had to run forward, but the moment the football came, he suddenly stopped, then turned around sharply and walked past Terry!

Terry couldn't scratch his head now, what was he going to do? Giving up football? What does he want to do......

When Zhang Jun withdrew his body in front of him, he suddenly realized that Crewe's pass was high, yes, high, and he couldn't hit the ball even if he jumped up now. He finally understood why Jang Jun suddenly turned around and ran, that damn kid didn't plan to catch the ball here at all, his goal was the goal!

Terry, who was shocked, turned around and then pounced on Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun could feel the pressure that Terry was giving him behind him, but he didn't expect that the tacit understanding between himself and Crewe could only deceive the other party for a moment, and he still couldn't completely get rid of this heel.

But even a moment was enough for him.

Because he didn't intend to stop the ball at all, but shot straight at goal!

The football fell just right from behind, Zhang Jun took a big step, adjusted his steps, and then reached out to block Terry behind him, and then matched his running pace, and when the football flew over, he directly volleyed!

Petr Cech flew to block the near corner of the goal, but the ball went just wide of the post and slammed into the billboard behind the goal.

It's not the shot that people care about, it's the series of moves that preceded Crewe. The big screen at the scene was playing, and so was the TV broadcast.

Watching the football jump around in front of Kru like an elf, Ruben and Diarra couldn't do anything about him. The narrator couldn't help but exclaim: "Tsk! That's technology! Lo and behold, the football is like being tied to his feet by Crewe, and neither Ruben nor Diarra can break the ball from under his feet! He slapped the Chelsea fans hard with his excellent performance! ”

"Perfect! It's perfect! Other than that, I don't know what words to use to describe this genius performance! ”

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Zhang Jun was a little sorry for his missed shot, and he gave Crewe a thumbs up and praised his beautiful passing. But Crewe just shrugged his shoulders and didn't take it seriously. For him, he didn't realise how shocking the performance was, he used to play it a lot when he was in the Chelsea youth team, and he usually trained it to be the easiest way to warm up. After all, juggling the ball is the most common action for a player with great skill.

But in the eyes of outsiders, the things in the usual training can still be perfectly displayed on the field, which is remarkable in itself.

Mourinho watched from the sidelines and only wanted to smile wryly - but the camera was staring at him all the time, and he couldn't change his expression yet. The sword that he had worked so hard to cultivate at the beginning almost stabbed himself in the vital point.

Their own team completely fell into the rhythm of Fiorentina, and in the first half, there was nothing to say in attack, and the defense was full of holes, and Zhang Jun repeatedly used his speed to tear through their defense.

Coupled with Crewe's activity, it didn't seem as rosy as he had thought at first.

It was so chaotic that his midfielders couldn't find their fellow strikers when they passed forward. The two strikers can draw the attention of Fiorentina's defence, but they also need to distract themselves from the midfield organization. The actual effect, judging from these dozens of minutes, is not as good as Fiorentina's single striker.

He decided to make adjustments at half-time. Replace the old and frail Drogba, and keep the young and strong Lawrence on the field.

But before he could continue to think about his second-half tactics, Fiorentina launched another surprise attack.

Bonella played a long ball and sent the ball straight from the back to the front. Zhang Jun jumped high and grabbed the ball back in front of Diarra, aiming for Crewe, who ran up.

Ever since Crewe played Ruben and Diarra in public, the boos at Stamford Bridge have been overwhelming whenever he gets the ball. It's a lot like the feeling they felt when they went to Camp Nou last time, except that the target of the boos was changed from Zhang Jun to Crewe.

In the face of Zhang Junding's return ball, Crewe did not stop to stop the ball with his feet, but directly hit the ball forward with his chest, and then rushed over.

Diarra followed Zhang Jun, and Frank Lampard naturally shouldered the responsibility of preventing Crewe from continuing to break through.

He reached for Lacroux, and he was not at all unambiguous in the face of his former teammates. Who made Crewe a big threat? If he doesn't do it, he probably has no hope of success, and Lampard is even ready to foul at the slightest moment.

He doesn't hate Crewe, he knows Crewe's background, so it can be said that he still sympathizes with Crewe a little. But now it's the Champions Cup, and they have their own masters, so naturally they have to compete against each other.

Crewe could feel Lampard's hands on his shoulders as he couldn't run.

Since you can't get through by relying on hard, you can only rely on personal skills.

Kru was going to pass the ball out, but as soon as he looked up, he saw that Zhang Jun was caught by Terry and Diarra, and if he passed it rashly, he would definitely lose the ball. When it came to finding someone else, Lampard didn't give him that much time.

Seeing Crewe look up for someone, he knew that it was time to break the ball, so he tightened his feet and stabbed towards the football.

Crewe sensed danger, but instead of looking down to see where the danger was coming from, he flicked the ball wide with Lampard's foot, allowing him to pounce.

Lampard stumbled to his feet, but his hand on Crewe's clothes didn't let go, so he managed to keep his balance and didn't fall out - the ground was too slippery.

Kru was beaten by his body, and he couldn't continue to break through. In fact, when Lampard took his body crookedly, he wanted to go down, as he had done countless times before, using the rules to earn a free kick in front of the team, and this position was very suitable for Zhang Jun's direct free kick.

But after a moment, he changed his mind. He suddenly didn't want to rely on these cleverness to win a game for himself, he wanted to win an opponent in the middle of the match.

So he used his feet hard, his upper body straightened, and he just stabilized his figure. Then he stumbled forward by Lampard. With the ball still at his feet, Lampard let go of his hand – and if he didn't let go he would have been whistled for a foul – to resume the interception of Crewe.

Hute also rushed over from the opposite side, hoping to intercept him head-on.

Chelsea fans must have believed that with two Chelsea players chasing after him, Crewe would not have been able to run out even if he had his wings.

But they were wrong.

Facing Hute, who is tall and big, but the center of gravity is unstable, Crewe's center of gravity is slightly heavy, and Hute, who is shaking with a simple bicycle action, is not divided into south, south, north, and west, and he himself knows that it will not work like this, so he simply shovels at Crewe, trying to block his shot.

Just as he got to his feet, Crewe flicked the ball outward, just past Huter's foot. Meanwhile, Lampard couldn't dodge and tripped over Hut as he fell to the ground.

Getting rid of two defenders in an instant, Crewe had already made his way into the box.

Boo!

Petr Cech decided to go out of the net because, as a team-mate, he knew that Crewe's footwork was no less than that of a striker.

He had just taken two steps and Crewe shot at a small angle!

The range of action of the shot is large, and it seems that the power of the shot will be great, and the volley on the run is likely to be the most likely to shoot the ball in the air.

Cech leaned upwards, only to find that the ball was not where he expected it to be, but was rolling between his legs on the turf!

He sank in a hurry, and at this time he couldn't care about the technical movements, even if he sat down, as long as he could sit on the ball, he was willing.

British scientists have long proved through calculation and analysis that the speed at which the football rolls forward against the ground is greater than the speed at which the center of gravity of the human body shifts downward.

So Crewe got the ball in front of Petr's ass, between his legs, and rolled straight into the back of the net!

The turf that has been trampled into mud in front of the goal can't slow down the ball, which shows how powerful this shot should be!

In the thirty-fourth minute of the first half, Fiorentina took the lead 1:0!

“ohyes！！ Crewe; Plum! He scored the goal of his former club and it was a beautiful individual performance! Fiorentina tied the aggregate score at 2:1! They are now ahead of Chelsea! ”

After the goal, Krewe ignored Zhang Jun's desire to come up and celebrate, ran straight behind the goal, under the stands of Chelsea fans, and then flew up and stomped on the billboard, then one, two, three feet. It took him three hard kicks before he stopped, looking at the blue Chelsea fans in the stands and raising his head defiantly.

Although he didn't say anything during the whole process, the meaning was already very clear: Come on, don't you hate me? I'm just standing here, scoring your ball, and you've got the fucking ability to get down! If you can't get down, just watch there, watch Lao Tzu slap you with a goal!

What is the answer to Crewe?

Boos and countless middle fingers.

But he Kru didn't care, grinned, and then turned around and hugged the excited Zhang Jun.

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Seeing Crewe score, the happiest person was not Zhang Jun, nor his other teammates, but Sabato on the sidelines. He jumped three feet high, excited as if he had scored the ball.

He was joined by Fiorentina's coaching staff and substitutes. Because Crewe's goal gave them an away lead over Chelsea, gave them an aggregate lead over Chelsea, and also had an away goal. Last but most importantly, the conditions that gave Chelsea the advantage were all gone, with both sides scoring the same away goals and Fiorentina likely to continue scoring.

In contrast to the euphoria on Fiorentina's side, Chelsea's side is dead. Mourinho chewed gum with a wooden face, and the substitutes couldn't do anything but hold their heads.

The members of the coaching staff put their heads together and presumably discussed how to adjust their tactics during the break. Now the situation has changed, and the tactics that were originally developed are scrapped.

The post-goal celebrations passed quickly and the game resumed. Without Mourinho's instructions, the Chelsea players have consciously stepped up their marking of Crewe.

Normally, Crewe will face two people in the middle of the line, and sometimes even three people at the same time.

This made it a big problem for him to pass the ball. However, Crewe didn't care, he felt that it was a sign of his importance and made him more interested in playing with Chelsea.

Even if he was robbed because of this, he didn't feel annoyed.

As a result, Crewe alone caught the attention of three Chelsea players in midfield. The pressure on Fiorentina's other players was suddenly relieved, such as Gasballoni, Joaquin.

Crewe was once again surrounded by Diarra and Frank Lampard, but he used his skills to protect the ball in the middle of the two men, and did not want to cut off his ball easily unless the opponent fouled him.

After attracting two defenders, Crewe saw that Reuben, who was defending Joaquin, moved closer to him, and immediately shoved it through the gap between the two men, and then sent it to Joaquin's feet with precision.

Joaquín received the ball with no one left or right, which allowed him to play freely. So this time he didn't go down to the bottom cross, but cut inside, and it looked like he was going to shoot straight at the goal.

Chelsea's left wing-back Jono hurriedly came up to block, but Joaquin slammed it and then crossed the ball.

It was Crewe who caught the ball!

Crewe doesn't wait for the football to stop, and the ball is a powerful volley!

The ball arced and went just wide of the goal, but it also sent Chelsea fans into a cold sweat.

In this game, in terms of shooting statistics, Crewe even had Zhang Jun. It can be seen how active he is.

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At the end of the first half, Fiorentina led 1-0 and had the advantage. At half-time, Sabato walked back to the dressing room with a smile on his face. Mourinho, on the other hand, went back early, and the Chelsea players also bowed their heads when they came off the pitch, knowing that they had played poorly in the first half, and what awaited them at halftime must have been Mourinho's stormy shouting.

Crewe still heard loud boos as he got off the pitch, especially as he approached the passage, and the boos were even louder, and in addition to the boos, there were all kinds of swearing.

Zhang Jun hurriedly ran a few steps, hoping to drag Crewe away before he gave him the middle finger.

Unexpectedly, Crewe just looked up at the fans who booed him, then shook his head with a smile and walked into the aisle with his head down.

Seeing Crewe's reaction, Zhang Jun was a little stunned, his hand was awkwardly stretched out in the air, and he didn't catch anything, so he had to reach back and scratch his head to cover up.

Maybe the goal plus kicking the billboard with his flying leg had given him enough to vent.

Sabato, who was in the dressing room, kept patting Crewe on the shoulder and praised him for his excellent performance in the first half. His teammates also congratulated Crewe, who still accepted everyone's congratulations with a blank face and did not say a word: "Thank you." ”

However, his teammates are also used to Crewe's attitude, so they don't care. Everyone was in a good mood, joking with each other and chatting. Chelsea were completely pinned down by them and it was an easy game.

In the Chelsea dressing room on the other side, the atmosphere was not so relaxed.

Everyone kept their heads down and was silent because their manager Jose Mourinho had just made a splash. The most scolded is the midfielder, Mourinho believes that the first half played so badly because the midfield could not control the situation and was too weak, so that Fiorentina was in chaos.

"In the second half you have to get the initiative back! If it's like the first half, we don't have to play this game. They should be the most affected by the venue, not us! Get out of the ball, run fast! Beat the beat! ”

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Zhang Jun sat next to Crewe, and then whispered to him, "Actually, I admired you a lot just now." ”

"How?"

"Because you didn't even give the middle finger to those fans, but I heard it very clearly, they even insulted your parents."

Crewe smiled again: "I'm tired of hearing what they scold three years ago." If I give them the middle finger and I'm going to be banned, that's a clear trap and I'm not stupid enough to take the initiative. They can only scold, I have nothing to lose. And I continued to score goals and perform well, so they were the ones who suffered in the end. ”

After listening to Crewe's analysis, Zhang Jun also had to admire. No wonder Eriksen would say Crewe is the most talented midfielder he's ever seen. In addition to being young and impulsive when he first debuted, he is now more and more calm and calm - of course, some people say that it is gloomy and depressing.

After Crewe's father just died, there was a media exposure that Crewe was depressed, which scared many Chinese fans at the time.

Unexpectedly, almost every time he played at home, Crewe had to fight with the Chelsea fans for a while, not only with the fans, but also with his opponents and the referees, and he had endless fun. Looking at his crazy attitude, he didn't want to be depressed, and then people thought that the media that said he had depression was farting.

Zhang Jun didn't believe that Crewe would have depression, and his surname Ge was weird and not equal to depression. After Crewe came to Florence, he was even more convinced.

He still remembers accompanying Crewe to the nursing home that day, and seeing Crewe crying with his own eyes, even if he was wearing sunglasses, he couldn't stop the tears from falling from behind the sunglasses. Crewe is not depressed, but there is no one who can let him vent his feelings in person.

He'd never seen Crewe cry, and he figured no one else had. Who would have thought that the cold-blooded and ruthless man on the court would have such a weak side?

Today's game was so important for Crewe that he couldn't lose and couldn't show weakness in front of the fans who mocked and insulted him. Therefore, he worked so hard that Zhang Jun was willing to let Crewe be the protagonist and he would be a supporting role.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun came back to his senses and patted Crewe: "Come on, second half." ”

Crewe just nodded, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Sabato continued to gush up front, Crewe didn't care about that, he had a score for Chelsea. He also knew that Sabato was nothing more than those things, sticking to the tactics of the first half, and messing up the opponent's rhythm...... If the situation is good at halftime, he is eighty percent morale-boosting. Morale-boosting things didn't work for Crewe, and he didn't realize that he needed to be boosted. So it's the same whether you listen or not.

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When the narrator and special guests went out for a hot cup of coffee and returned to the live studio to get ready for work, they complained that the fifteen-minute intermission was too short.

The players on both sides would never think so. Fiorentina's players felt that the rest was too long, and their bodies were cooled. Chelsea's players were too long to wait for a second-half win over Fiorentina.

Everyone thinks that they will be able to qualify for the next round of the Champions Cup.

The rain didn't stop, it didn't get bigger or smaller, what it was at the beginning, and it's still what it is.

The players braved the rain and stepped onto the pitch.

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Things started slightly better in the second half, with Chelsea taking advantage of a couple of chances to launch a dangerous attack that gave Chelsea fans hope and started to clamor again.

It was a forced break by Lawrence and then a shot from Frank Lampard on the edge of the box that forced Frei to make a fine save.

Both shots seemed to bode well and it felt like Chelsea were getting the hang of the ball and an equaliser wasn't far off.

But before the Chelsea fans could rejoice, the situation changed after Fiorentina won a corner.

The midfielder was still uncontrollable, but was suppressed by the Fiorentina midfielder, and the striker Lawrence was quickly surrounded by the four defenders of Fiorentina, and there was no way at all.

Anyway, Fiorentina are now leading on aggregate, they are not in a hurry, they have the capital to mess around with Chelsea. Chelsea can't afford to play like this, there is no guarantee that the team will score, and they may concede again.

Jose Mourinho got up from the dugout and paced anxiously in the rain.

Chelsea are now in England, the Premier League title is not exciting for them, the Premier League title, the FA Cup have been won, but in the more than 100 years of Chelsea's history, they have never won a European Champions Cup. Now the owner is rich, the coach is capable, and the players are excellent, but last year they met the more powerful Barcelona, and this year they were going to beat all their opponents to reach the top, but they met a more perverted Fiorentina than Barcelona.

This kind of disorganized, arrogant and unreasonable tactical play Mourinho has also seen it for the first time, and he is completely suppressed by this tactic.

Originally, this tactic was not impossible to break, and the key to the problem was who was ahead and who was behind. It is a pity that Fiorentina are still ahead of the curve as the enforcers of this tactic, they have more room to manoeuvre, while Chelsea's space is reduced to infinitesimal and the choice of tactics becomes difficult.

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Seeing that his team was dominant, Sabato also got up from his seat, then walked to the sideline and shouted inside: "Keep compressing!" Keep up the pressure! Put it on both sides! ”

The reason why he seemed a little anxious at this time was because he knew that the weather was too much, the field was very slippery, and the players were physically exhausted faster than usual, so the advantage of one ball was really not an advantage. Didn't Chelsea get an equaliser when they went to Fiorentina with a one-goal lead? Sabato will not allow such a situation to happen to his team. Now that your team has the advantage, you have to take another point in one go and double insurance for victory.

But things on the football field don't mean that you can score goals. Fiorentina had the advantage but were unable to score again. And things are gradually moving in the direction that Barsato fears.

Halfway through the second half, the players' stamina began to run low.

The balls that had a chance were wasted because the receiver couldn't run.

Lawrence once again took the ball to find a break on the wing, and it was Jensen who defended him from the previous round.

This time he decided to force a breakthrough, and Jensen turned around, and suddenly felt his feet slip, and the whole person slipped out sideways, very unfortunately...... He tripped Lawrence over the loss of his center of gravity.

The referee's whistle sounded, and Sabato became nervous, Jensen had already received a yellow card in the previous game, and if he took another card, he would be punished. But don't attrition at this time.

Xiang Tao, who was sitting on the bench, also stood up nervously. In this game, considering that Jensen had more advantages in defending Lawrence, Sabato put Xiang Tao on the bench.

Lawrence was still kneeling on the ground, and he waved his hand to the referee to indicate that he had not committed a foul, but the ground was too slippery.

The referee apparently mistook his explanation as a post-foul quibble, and he quickly ran to the foul and reached for his pocket......

Yellow!

Red!

Two yellows turn into one red!

Jensen was punished!

"! That idiot referee! He's got his eyes and ass up?! He had his heart! Sabato shouted from the sidelines.

Stamford Bridge, on the other hand, was cheering, and even Mourinho was relieved. Because he also saw that Fiorentina was not fit enough, and now he has been sent off again, and his team has hope of equalizing. As long as they can drag the game into extra time, they have a good chance of winning.

Jensen was quite aggrieved, he really slipped accidentally, not intentionally to trip Lawrence. Then again, is he worth a foul against Lawrence? The first yellow card was to block Frank Lampard's back.

But no matter how he explains, the referee who made the decision will not change his decision. Zhang Jun ran up, put his arms around Jensen's neck, and comforted him: "Don't worry, go back to the locker room and take a shower, and then wait to come back to celebrate the victory." After saying that, he pushed forward, and Jensen had to bow his head in frustration and walk to the sidelines.

"Item!" Sabato shouted murderously.

"In!" Xiang Tao replied in a loud voice.

"Go warm up!"

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Fiorentina, who lost their left wing-back, became the focus of Chelsea's attack, and Gasballoni had completely given up on attacking, making a cameo appearance at left wing-back when he came back, but he was not a defender after all, and although he worked hard, the results were mediocre.

At this time, Xiang Tao came on the field, and he replaced Gasballoni. Before going on the pitch, Sabato called him to the sidelines for a final note.

Looking at Sabato's unhappy expression, Xiang Tao also asked viciously, "Say it, boss." Do you want to abolish that kid's left leg or right leg? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll let you go up and concentrate on defense!" As soon as Sabato roared, Xiang Tao became much more honest. "That Lawrence on the other side likes to pull the side very much, and he has no experience in fighting you, so he will definitely recognize your side and go up to teach him a lesson!" Sabato roared with a fist.

Xiang Tao muttered in his heart: "I think you plan to let me abolish both of his legs......"

"Good job, that Lawrence is fast, be careful!" Gasballoni said in Xiang Tao's ear when he came off the field.

"Lao Tzu said that he overturned, see how fast he is!" Xiang Tao rushed forward with one arrow step, and now he is full of energy after being banned for two games, and he wants to vent it as soon as possible.

As soon as he came on the court, he played against Lawrence. Because Fiorentina, who removed a left wing-back, still had more holes on the left than on the right, Lawrence once again pulled to the wing, hoping to get a chance to break through.

Last time, he personally felt that the breakthrough was very neat, but he didn't expect to be tripped by that Jensen, which made him extremely depressed. Now it's time to perform again.

But as soon as he stabbed the football away, Xiang Tao flew over and shoveled it over, looking at the momentum...... It's clear that it's going to the calf bone. Lawrence reflexively jumped, and Xiang Tao quickly retracted his feet and let his feet slide out against the turf. The ball was cut off by him, then immediately got up, stuck in position, and passed the ball to Donadale.

Lawrence, who found out that he had been fooled, was very angry, he was going to jump away and then raise his hand to signal the other party's dangerous move to the referee, but he didn't expect Xiang Tao's feet to change so quickly, so that he had no evidence at all.

Xiang Tao was very satisfied with Lawrence's expression, he shrugged his shoulders at the other party, tilted his head, and spread his hands. Jensen is too honest to be bullied by this kid, and if he were him, it would not be certain who would bully whom.

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Zhang Jun rarely runs now, and most of the time he stands in the front court, waiting for his teammates to pass the ball to him. It's not that he wants to be lazy, it's that he can't run anymore, the race in April is already intensive, and the venue for this race is terrible, and he almost has to use twice as much strength to complete the same sprint distance than usual.

Fiorentina are now being suppressed by Chelsea in turn, which also has something to do with his exhaustion of energy. The striker who can't run is almost no threat - Sabato's disruptive tactics are physically demanding on everyone.

Crewe passed the ball to Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun had just run out two steps before he suddenly fell to the ground, and then hugged his right leg and convulsed on the ground in pain!

This scared Sabato and all the Jang Jun fans.

Terry, who was closest to Zhang Jun, ran over to check on the situation - he first had to make sure that Zhang Jun didn't deliberately feign injury to delay time. As a result, when I ran over to take a look, Zhang Jun's face was distorted in pain, and it didn't look like he was pretending. And looking at the part where Zhang Jun was holding again, he knew from experience that it should be cramps.

The referee signaled that the stretcher should be brought on the pitch and that he could not be treated on the pitch, otherwise it would be a waste of time for the lagging side. Crewe also ran up, and Zhang Jun frowned and said to Crewe before being carried on the stretcher: "The rest of the game is up to you......"

Crewe knew that Zhang Jun would not be able to play again, he nodded, and then watched Zhang Jun being carried down by the medical staff.

As soon as he was carried to the sidelines, Sabato ran to see him.

"How?"

Feng Qing was wrenching Zhang Jun's foot, he looked at Zhang Jun, and then shook his head at Sabato: "I don't think you can expect the rest of this game, he is still on the field." He was cramped and exhausted, and he couldn't run even if he went up. ”

Sabato looked at Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun didn't speak, just nodded to Sabato apologetically. He knew his body, and if he hadn't been able to run, he wouldn't have been willing to come down.

Sabato thought to himself that it was fortunate that he had one last substitution spot left. So he nodded and said, "Okay, Zhang Jun, you have a good rest, you did a great job in this game, we won." ”

Then he turned to Morientes, who was still warming up, and shouted, "Fernando! Ready to play! ”

As the game progressed, it was all bad news for Fiorentina, Jensen was sent off with a red card, and the main striker Zhang Jun went off with cramps. The home fans began to hope for the perfect comeback of the team to equalize and then overtake.

A minute later, Morientes replaced Zhang Jun, Fiorentina's formation was adjusted to 4311, and Joaquin returned to the back line to assist the defense.

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Zhang Jun, who could barely walk, returned to the locker room alone, and he planned to take a simple shower first, and then change into dry clothes to avoid catching a cold.

When I entered the locker room, I found Jensen standing in front of the TV, nervously watching the broadcast, his fists clenched tightly, and he didn't even notice that he pushed the door in.

"Don't be so nervous, relax, ha." Zhang Jun's sudden opening startled him. Zhang Jun looked at his nervous appearance and smiled again.

"Captain ......" said hello, and he turned his head to look at the TV again.

"What are you worried about?" Zhang Jun asked knowingly.

"Worried about ......" Jensen wanted to say it directly, but suddenly he felt that maybe the team would really lose if he said it, so he quickly shut up.

"Don't worry!" Zhang Jun patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Do you remember what I told you when you were out?" Hurry up and change your clothes, and we'll go out and celebrate later. ”

With that, he went into the bathroom alone.

Jensen watched Jang Jun go in, then turned his head to look at the TV. The fists were still clenched.

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'Fiorentina are in a big crisis, with one man less on the pitch, playing away, slippery pitches and physical exhaustion. I can hardly think of a more unfortunate situation than now. ”

"No, no, at least they're ahead now, not behind."

'But looking at Chelsea's attack, I think their advantage will soon be gone.

The commentator and the guests on the TV clearly have two views.

And Mr. Dean, who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV, was also very conflicted. Because he's a die-hard Chelsea fan, but he's also a Crewe fan.

"In this case, who should be cheered on?" The fluorescence of the television reflected on the lenses of his glasses, he muttered to himself.

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When Jang Jun came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair, Jensen was still watching the TV broadcast intently, without the slightest intention of changing his clothes, and Jang Jun smiled bitterly. Because I was sent off, I was afraid that the team would lose because it would mean that I would have to carry a lot of responsibility.

He understood what Jensen meant, but no one would blame him, because the yellow card was an inexplicable product.

Chelsea were besieging Fiorentina's gates on TV, and it looked like Fiorentina's defence was shaky and in danger of being pierced at any moment.

It's no wonder that Jensen was nervous, and even Zhang Jun frowned.

The televised broadcast gave Sabato and Mourinho one shot each. Mourinho was back in his seat at this point, munching on gum at a leisurely pace. Sabato, on the other hand, was on the sidelines, walking anxiously and shouting loudly into the stadium from time to time, the rain drenched his hair and covered his head in a mess, looking like Fiorentina is now in a mess.

This set of contrasting shots is very meaningful.

Frank Lampard's long-range shot was saved by Frei again and a sigh rang out at Stamford Bridge.

"! They're so fierce that it won't work like this, and sooner or later we're going to lose the ball! Frei cursed in his heart, the ground in front of the goal was broken by him, and he was afraid that the next time the opponent shot the goal, he would slip under his feet, and then everything would be over.

When I looked up, I saw that Crewe was still near midfield and there was not a single Chelsea player around. It seems that the other party is busy attacking and doesn't have so much to worry about him.

Anyway, give him the ball and delay a little longer.

Instead of kicking the ball off, Frey opted for a more secure hand-toss.

The ball flew towards Crewe and the first to react was Diarra. He ran towards Crewe as fast as he could, and he had already made a plan for the next step: as soon as Crewe stopped the ball, he would stick it immediately. Now his task is not to cut off Crewe's ball, but to hold him down and make sure his teammates are in place, so that Fiorentina's attack will be aborted.

Crewe faced a ball thrown by Frey, and Diarra caught up from behind.

When the ball fell, Crewe did not stop the ball as Diarra expected, but spread his legs slightly apart and slammed the falling ball back with the heel of his right foot!

The ball rolled between his legs, and Crewe spun around and caught up with it. At this time, Diarra rushed too hard and staggered past Crewe, he didn't stop Crewe at all, and he didn't stop him even for a second.

It is said that Crewe's dribbling speed is not fast, but at this time, Crewe is taking out his fastest speed to dribble the ball. Because now Chelsea are weak in defense, if you slow down and be caught up by them, then this attack is over.

"Crewe got the ball and turned around beautifully! He broke through Diarra's defense in one go, and then ran forward with the ball! The field was slippery, but it didn't stop him in the slightest! ”

When Chelsea were besieged just now, Sabato was crouching on the sidelines, smashing the turf to vent his anger, and now he forgot to stand up, so he crouched there and watched Crewe run wild at a speed beyond his imagination, rain or shine.

And Mourinho saw Crewe pass Diarra with a simple turn, and then faced a large area of no man's land, he also forgot to chew gum and stood up directly from his seat.

Hute quickly plugged in from one side, and then kicked a flying tackle, even if it was a foul, to stop this man's breakthrough!

Crewe stabbed the ball forward, dodging Hut's flying tackle, and although he stumbled a little from Hut's foot, he continued to run forward.

Diarra chased after him from behind, then entangled Crewe. He constantly interfered with Crewe's dribbling with his body and hands.

But Krewe, who was soaked through, was like a loach, and he couldn't catch it at all!

Catch up with the football, then slam the buckle and cut cross-cutting to keep Diarra behind him.

Diarra didn't have time to kick and kicked Crewe in the heel. He leaned forward and stumbled into the penalty area.

"Stop him! Damn it! Cech screamed loudly, looking at the indomitable Crewe and feeling strange - he had never seen Crewe have such momentum - in the past, after two consecutive charges, he would have fallen to the ground and won a set-piece.

What's more, Diarra's hellish blow just now could lead to a penalty!

John Terry chased after him diagonally from behind, intent to block Crewe's shot, and Cech combined with him to block the angle.

As long as Krewe is pushed to the bottom line, then this defense is successful.

The soccer ball bouncing on a bad field increased the difficulty of shooting, not to mention that Crewe was now unstable in his center of gravity and was running awkwardly on his own.

How would he shoot in such a situation?

The narrator's speed of speech grew faster and faster, and at the end he could only shout Crewe's name, and there was no time for anything else.

Terry successfully posted it, and Mourinho was relieved to see this, and when he was posted by Terry, he had to turn around. Turn out, the angle of the shot will be smaller, and the attack will be no longer threatening.

Zhang Jun felt that Yan Sen's body around him was trembling slightly, which was nervousness and expectation.

The football is in front of him, and Cech can even clearly see the Nike logo on the football, he has completely pressed down the weight of his body, his legs are on the ground, his upper body is straight, and his hands are spread at his sides, expanding the defensive area, and adding psychological pressure to the opposing player.

Terry used a little force on his hand to push Crewe out. His strength was just right, and he would never let Crewe fall to the ground because of this blow.

The football jumped up again, and it seemed like an "impossible task" to shoot under the blockade of the two of them, when their own steps were unsteady and the football movement was irregular.

Crewe felt Terry's hand movements, and his center of gravity became even more unstable. But before he falls, at least the football must be shot in.

Jumping forward, it looked like it was coming, and Cech didn't dare to let his guard down, he wasn't sure if Crewe was cheating.

There is no cheating, Crewe really wants to fall!

Just as people began to exclaim and pray that Crewe would not fake falls, Crewe's right foot, which was dragging behind, suddenly picked up the football!

The football, under the cover of his body, jumped up and went around Cech's shoulder!

And flew straight into the unguarded goal!

Unable to contain his center of gravity, Crewe threw himself to the ground like a dive bomber and slid off the pitch. The soccer ball, on the other hand, crashed into the net and splashed a mist of water.

“ohgoooooooooooooooooooooooal！！！ gooooooooooooooooooooooal！！！ ”

The sounds at Stamford Bridge were all gone.

Sabato jumped up from the ground, waving his arms constantly, and then took the lead in running towards Crewe, who had fallen from the sidelines.

Mourinho waved his hand angrily and knocked the water bottle in his hand far away.

Before Crewe could get up from the ground, Morientes fell from the sky and pressed on him.

Jensen threw himself on his knees on the floor of the locker room, his hands clenched into fists, and he kept thanking God.

Zhang Jun, on the other hand, clenched his fists with both hands and waved vigorously.

The secretary of the nursing home heard a loud noise coming from inside the director's office, and she hurriedly slammed the door open, and then panted and looked at the director in surprise.

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

…… I must become a professional footballer in the future, make a lot of money, buy beautiful clothes for my mother, and buy beautiful ties for my father!

Wednesday, April 13, 2010, rain.

Pro-Crowe returned to London, back to Stamford Bridge and then ...... He triumphed over the past.

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All at once the voice returned.

The boos at Stamford Bridge, the cheers from the Fiorentina fans, the foul language from Sabato, and the roar of the commentators.

“2：0！ The aggregate score is 3:1! Fiorentina have won and Chelsea can't stop them from reaching the last four! Crewe single-handedly defeated his old club and put a perfect end to his past! Fiorentina's bench went crazy, and their manager even rushed on the pitch to celebrate, having to bother the referee to intervene...... Forgive me for my incoherent words, but what I actually want to say is: Congratulations Crewe, congratulations! ”

"Hey, Jeff, don't rob me of my lines, okay? I also want to say, congratulations Crewe, congratulations Crewe! He finished a great race. ”

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Five minutes later, what Zhang Jun said was fulfilled. He and Jensen wore clean clothes and celebrated with their teammates on the pitch to advance to the semi-finals.

Crewe was named Man of the Match.

To everyone's surprise, after the game, Crewe took the initiative to walk up to Terry and exchange jerseys with Terry. Anyone who knows Crewe knows that he never offers to exchange jerseys with others, or even when he is told to do so, he rarely does so - because he refuses most of the time with a blank face.

Now he even took the initiative to exchange jerseys with his opponent.

Even Terry didn't expect that he was comforting a crying Lawrence. Hurriedly took off his shirt and handed it to Crewe.

"I'm fine in Florence, thank you for your concern, John."

"Ah......h

Lawrence next to him was still crying, Terry suddenly became in a better mood, and he patted Lawrence on the back hard: "Don't cry, we still have next year!" ”

Good luck, Crewe.

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