"Didier, the ball just now..." Xiangnan said to Drogba.

"It's me, I won't pass the ball." Drogba interrupted Xiangnan's words and looked at Xiangnan in surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect Xiangnan to come over to explain and turned around and left.

Just now, if Xiangnan chose to pass the ball, Drogba would face the goalkeeper directly. This means a goal for the Ivorians!!

Xiangnan looked at Drogba's back and looked at the big No. 11, and smiled. Suddenly, he found that he liked Drogba a little. Although they were competitors, they were like bloody wolves. Although they were mutually exclusive, they were the same in their bones!!

The desire for goals, the desire for victory!!

Yes, Xiangnan doesn’t regret not passing the ball just now!!

This is the extreme hunger of a shooter for scoring!! Moreover, Xiangnan is extremely confident in his strength, and that ball will be entered later.

As a result, yes, I entered!!

That's it!!!

While driving south to the ball to the carragher, Joanna sat in the box, holding her fists, as if she was praying, "Andre, come on!!!"

When Xiangnan used his dexterous violin-playing right foot to hang the ball towards the goal, and the ball rippled in the net, Joanna felt that her heart was about to jump out---

"Andre, you are the best!! I love you, you succeed, you are the best. No one can doubt your talent, no one can tarnish your efforts and seriousness!!!"

Tears slid down Joanna's cheeks, like the red flowers baptized by dew...

Open your arms south and listen to the gospel from heaven. *****Put your index finger to your mouth:

Let that damn suspicion. Go to the hell!!!

Joanna came to Stamford Bridge to watch the football this time, but she did not notify Xiangnan in advance. She wanted to give her boyfriend a big surprise!! Joanna's little head was even imagining the surprise expression when Xiangnan saw her---

He will definitely think randomly and make bad things...

Uh... I have to say, random thoughts? Do bad things?!!

Could it be that the hard days of going south are over. The last lotus in front of the Buddha's frame finally opened, or is it that the bird of the Announcement in William Castle finally started laying eggs??

Looking at Xiangnan's arrogant celebration, Joanna only felt that her boyfriend was the god of this stadium and could always bring happiness to everyone, and the happiness of others made him even more happy!!

At this moment, a rift began to appear in Joanna's spiritual defense line. The so-called five goals in a row in a single game was more like the sweet sauce of two young boys and girls who were in love at the beginning---

If Andre wants me today, I-Joanna suddenly stretched out her small fist and grabbed it hard in the air. In fact, the beautiful little beauty can't catch anything except the air, so I'll give it to him!!

God testified that if Xiangnan on the court knew Joanna's idea, Stamford Bridge's visiting team would not be able to escape a massacre today. The blood of the Liverpool people will sacrifice the spirit that brought the virgin blood to Xiangnan in advance...

Uh...Everyone on earth knows that under the magic of lust, the young men usually make some incredible actions, and for Xiangnan, his crazy actions are---

Goals!!

Unfortunately, Xiangnan couldn't hear or see the call of love in his own little beauty...

God blesses Liverpool people again!!

This conceding made Benitez's crazy lung cavity face the brink of roar again, and the Spaniard hugged his head in annoyance.^^         ^^ Then, like an injured leopard, yelled at the Liverpool player on the court.

"Occurrence, offense!!"

"Steven, are you sleepwalking?"

"Pennant, if you don't want to spend the remaining season with the youth team, just pick up your little ones for me, damn it!!"

Benitez's voice was very loud, which allowed Chelsea fans on the side of Liverpool's bench to hear it. So, the Liverpool coach found out sadly. The musicians at Stamford Bridge used the speed that Mozart had to admire and released a song--

"Oh lala, Steven is sleepwalking, Oh lala, Steven is sleepwalking, Oh lala, the clown Pennant's little trick, Oh lala, you are all *** shit, you are all *** shit, we have our Andre, he is an artist, he has a violin right foot, Oh lala, unlucky Reina, have you seen it?"

Soon, this quick song resounded throughout Stamford Bridge, and even Joanna in the box hummed in the tune!!

This is how English fans enjoy the joy of football in the most easy-to-understand tone and even somewhat vulgar words, satirizing their opponents and praising their own people!!

Benitez's English is very good, so the director is very unkind to present the face of Liverpool coach's pork liver that is comparable to the sauce to Stamford Bridge and hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV...

Uh... I have to say, it's really unkind to do this...

Kuyt and Crouch were cruising in the frontcourt alone. After the second half, they almost never encountered the ball, let alone a threatening attack.^^^^

At the beginning of the second half, Chelsea quickly adjusted the formation. Marklele and Barack, who sacrificed his offense, defended the Liverpool captain together. This is also one of the reasons why Barack's offense was not eye-catching in today's game. However, this cannot completely erase the achievements of the German tough guy. It is precisely his defense comparable to Maginot's defense line between him and Marklele, which made Gerrard, who intends to strengthen the offense in the second half, almost unable to get the ball and dribble the ball!!

Without Gerald's dispatch, Pennant fell into self-inflation and Mascherano was unexpectedly taken over to defend south...

It is conceivable that without the support of the midfield, how leisurely these two guys on the Liverpool front line are, in Wilson's words

"Zhu Gan and the Dutch have all the time to go to the locker room to take a shower and then play another game of bridge, and maybe they can receive a threatening pass from the midfield!!"

Uh... Maybe we can see from here that Mr. Wilson may be a bridge enthusiast.

Barack's only loss of position was just now. After Pennant attracted the attention of Marklele, the Germans were unable to follow Gerald...

The result of this loss of position is---

Terry cut off the ball from Pennant, the Diamond in the offensive, and Chelsea counterattacked. The goal was south!!

After scoring to the south, Chelsea's morale was even higher. Under the pressure of Chelsea's a little excited and overbearing, Liverpool's formation was a bit weird--

"Mascherano on the side was completely hit by Chelsea No. 9 and could hardly pass the half. Pennant continued to be keen on a one-on-one fight with Marklele. Gerrard was entangled with Barack. From time to time, he was harassed by Marklele..." Wilson kept muttering like a Xianglin Sao, and he muttered more than once...

Uh... Maybe, Benitez now has the idea of ​​strangling the old man to death!!

Well, but Mr. Wilson completely ignored someone, that was Lucas. Obviously, Lucas would not be satisfied with such treatment.

Either doing nothing or being vigorous!! This is Lucas' outlook on life!!

In the 71st minute of the game, Lucas received a pass from Pennant on the penalty area line. Facing Beletti's press, he had to transfer the ball to the middle. At this moment, an unexpected incident occurred:

Lucas' pass hit Beletti's arm...

Doudou!!

The referee Peter rushed over at 81 mph per hour without waiting for Lucas to raise his hand to protest and showed a yellow card to Beletti!!

"Fuck, are you blind?"

This ball is a handball, at most it is a passive handball!!

Belettitan jumped up in place and rushed towards the referee. "***, have you seen clearly? This is a passive handball. I really suspect that your mistress is a Liverpool girl!!!"

There is no doubt that Beletti gave him a bright red card to the referee's mistress's household registration greeting!!

Just as Beletti walked down the court with annoyance, neat applause and booed sounded over Stamford Bridge, which was dedicated to referee Peter and the impulsive Beletti.

"Now, the number is flat, and Liverpool has also won a free kick with a good position. Maybe the Liverpool captain should seize this opportunity----" Just as Wilson was still mumbling, Leinkell had already cheered for Wilson, the freshly released crow!!

"g------l, Steven--Gerard!!! Liverpool captain's beautiful free kick penetrated Cech's steel plate. It was a standard powerful shot, without any angle, purely a performance of strength. We may be praying for Cech now, hoping that the Czech's chest is fine..."

The moment Gerald scored, he was still paced and touching the bridge of his nose under his eyes. He jumped up from the ground and kicked the mineral water bottle under his feet with one kick.

"Offensive!! Keep attacking!! Steven goes to get the ball!! Don't let them delay time, keep attacking!!"

It is estimated that today's director had sex with Benitez. The Liverpool coach was red with his neck, waving his fists and shouting, cooperating with his attack!! Continue attack!! Steven goes to get the ball!! Don't let them delay time, continue attacking!! Appear on the big screen on the scene...

Well, I have to say that the Liverpool head coach's appearance rate is quite high today!!
Chapter completed!