Wang Ai's quick attack single-handedly, and finally completed the extremely technically demanding shot with ease, gave him enough emotion to proudly ignore the curses of tens of thousands of people at the Nou Camp. And Jose, because of Wang Ai's
The goal had actually announced Barcelona's elimination and he was relieved, so he took out the gift he had prepared for a long time as if no one was watching.
The sliding kneeling movement still needs practice if you don't want to slip and eat shit.
"The people in Barcelona are crazy. I was almost hit when we came in." In the locker room, assistant coach Clark whispered in the ear of the smiling Jose: "That move of yours... they will not like you even more in the future."
Already."
Jose shrugged: "I didn't like them in the first place, and I don't like them either. Since we don't like each other, of course I can do whatever I want."
Clark did not dissuade him. Jose had always been like this anyway. He turned to look at the Chinese foreign aid in front of him who was being held by Terry on his shoulders and said: "You may not have noticed just now. This guy is as proud as a musician after scoring a goal. I
Look, it’s quite similar to your style.”
"Really? Let me take a look." Jose turned to look at the digital camera held by Clark. He curled his lips while watching: "This can't be compared with me. If he scored such a beautiful goal, he should also kneel down.
Celebrate."
"Maybe he hasn't practiced."
"Me too..." Jose suddenly stopped, turned his head and glared at Clark, who looked innocent, and then smiled and clapped his hands: "Boys, you performed very well. Now we are four goals ahead of Barcelona. I hope it will be the same after the game."
Here, I can hold out four fingers to celebrate with you. I can’t guess how the Barcelona people will react in the second half, but there is a high probability that they will fight for honor. Don’t underestimate the madness of this strong team and persist.
In 45 minutes, we can celebrate our promotion. But during these 45 minutes, I ask everyone not to relax."
The players nodded in conviction, and Jose then asked about the players who had consumed a lot of energy in the first half, such as Robben, Wang Ai, Crespo, Gallas, and Lampard. He was all asked.
Serbia did not specifically praise Wang Ai, even though he scored two wonderful goals.
In Jose's view, such a performance does not require praise from him. He can get enough "praise" from fans, sponsors and reporters. In the team, the only one who can stand out is himself, because this is not
It will affect the unity of the team. Fortunately, Wang, who is becoming more and more important in the team, does not seem to care about this. This Chinese rarely shows a domineering style, even in the moment after scoring a goal.
Such passion was quickly hidden.
What a smart guy!
In the 15th minute, Chelsea exchanged venues with Barcelona in the face of even more intense curses.
After the game started, the Barcelona people burst out with strong attack power. The rhythm that seemed a bit slow in the past became very fierce. Since Chelsea already led with a total score of 6:2, they all devoted themselves to defense. Occasionally, Wang Ai
Or Robben breaks through to counterattack, and the whole situation is very passive.
However, it was the Barcelona people who were anxious in their hearts. The Barcelona fans in the stands kept booing and scolding Chelsea. Some of them also started to scold their own players. All the Barcelona stars were also working hard under this huge pressure.
But under the increasingly relaxed Chelsea people's careful marking, Barcelona's powerful attacks failed every time. Although Deco planned a dangerous single shot, Ronaldinho created a two-on-one, and Eto'o also performed
A dangerous long-range shot, however, kept the score intact.
In the anxiety of the ever-increasing balance of victory, the time also came to the 70th minute of the second half, and Duff was already warming up on the sidelines. At this time, Van Blondhorst was fighting with Wang Ai and knocked the football out.
The sideline.
Wang Ai thought that Jose should let him go, so he looked to the sidelines, but Jose not far away waved his hand. Duff was often injured this season, and he was just warming up now, so Jose asked Wang Ai to wait.
A chance to give Duff a few more minutes. So, Wang Ai walked to the billboard on the sidelines, bent down and picked up the football, holding it under one arm, and prepared to throw the ball in the backcourt.
Of course, Wang Ai wanted to observe and take a breath. But there were only 20 minutes left in the game, and Barcelona was still 2:6 behind. Unless there was a miracle, a penalty shootout could be held. So, a normal out-of-bounds action was excited.
Barcelona fans thought it was a deliberate delay.
Along with the sound of curses, garbage rained down from the stands. One of the red and white ones flew far away, whirled and hit Wang Ai on the back of the head, and even bounced up.
The sound was loud, but it didn't hurt, so Wang Ai turned around subconsciously and saw an empty Coke can falling in the air. It had reached the height of his knees. Without thinking, Wang Ai stretched his left foot forward and lifted his toes.
Hook, like he had practiced flipping the ball countless times, tipped the Coke can.
But the Coke can is a cylinder after all, and it still floats a little after drinking it. It was pinched before hitting someone, so it was not regular. As a result, Wang Ai didn't control it well this time. Seeing that he was about to lose control, he hurriedly stepped out with his right foot.
Bumped again.
This time the ball was not very good. In the past, it was football, and the center of gravity of football is basically at the center of the geometric structure, which is regular. Except for the football he bought himself in the early years, which was not very good, Wang Ai has not played for many years.
I encountered "football" where it was difficult to grasp the center of gravity.
So, Wang Ai held the football under one arm and started to hit the Coke can continuously with both feet. In fact, he just subconsciously used the Coke can as a ball. Because accidents always happened, his stubborn temper broke out. He must understand
No.
One, two, three, five... ten!
The difficulty of the Coke can is limited, so Wang Ai quickly mastered it and could control his feet skillfully. It was only then that he realized, what am I doing with my head on it?
But just thinking about it, he didn't stop his feet. Instead, he turned around and looked for the trash can.
His move shocked everyone. The fan who threw the Coke can still kept throwing the can, with his mouth open. When he saw Wang Ai looking around, he screamed and turned back. He thought Wang Ai was
Look for him and prepare to kick him back. He doesn't dare to bet on the result of being kicked back by a player with a Coke can on his face.
How could Wang Ai do that? In the past, I occasionally used my feet to catch things at home, such as throwing away garbage or something, but there was no trash can in the football field, so Wang Ai didn't know how to deal with this Coke can.
This chapter has been completed!