On May 1, 2008, London, the capital of England, on a sunny day, the sun was about to set, casting a beautiful sunset in the horizon.

With two hours to approach the game, Stamford Bridge is already full of fans, big team flags, swaying banners, and men from West London are in groups, hugging their arms, singing team songs loudly, waiting to enter.

Today is the most important moment since the establishment of Chelsea Club. Chelsea will face Liverpool's challenge at Stamford Bridge. The Blues must win by more than two goals to get a ticket to Moscow!!!

If Chelsea players can reach the final, they will create history. This is also the first time that the Blues have appeared on the stage of the final of the European Champions League, with the first chance to touch the Big Ear Cup...

The West London Police Department has almost all police forces to maintain public order. You should know that the reputation of Liverpool fans has never been very good.

"About 50,000 Reds fans have flocked to London, but Stamford Bridge offers less than 8,000 tickets for the visiting fans, which also means that most Liverpool fans will come to cheer for their teams in squares, bars, even hotels, and motels outside the stadium." Sky Sports reporter Newton almost used a roaring voice to report on fans across England. Behind him, Liverpool fans made victory gestures to the TV screen from time to time. Of course, there were also a few guys who pointed the straight barrel of the middle finger at a fat police officer beside him.

Uh...Wellington?!! I have to say that the name of this guy from the West London Police Station is really tough.

"In today's game, in addition to the nearly 50,000 fans at Stamford Bridge, about 100,000 fans were gathered near the stadium. However, our West London Police Department has made all preparations to deal with all possible emergencies--"

"Liverpool!!!Liverpool!!!5:0!!!----"

At this time, a fan wearing a red Liverpool gown made a provocative gesture to the Blues fans separated by police batons and walls, and shouted...

Chelsea's innocent men were immediately angry. The blue waves roared and rushed towards the Red Army's camp. Sky Sports' TV camera.^^          ^^Realistically recorded such a picture---

The walls of the police and volunteers had been washed away and deformed. At this moment, several police officers rushed forward and raised the provocative fan, stuffed it into a police car, stepped on the accelerator, and left...

"Okay, Officer Wellington and his police officers have just told us with practical actions that Stamford Bridge is now so safe..." Newton took the microphone.

Uh... I have to say, it's really safe enough...

At this time, the camera was aimed at the entrance of Stamford Bridge, and a large banner was hanging on it--

On May 1, 2008, Stamford Bridge, a 5-mile radius, it is strictly forbidden to sell all alcoholic beverages. I hope all fans of the earth will pay attention. Once you find that those who exceed the alcohol standard and those who carry alcoholic beverages will be prohibited from approaching any stadium within the next year!!!

Uh...it is prohibited from approaching any stadium in the next year? ----I have to say that this is not as good as killing English fans...

Stamford Bridge's visiting team locker room.

All Liverpool players sat there quietly. The Liverpool head coach was giving his disciples the final explanation before the game in the tactical version. Espanyol is a tactical master, and this point. Even those who hate this red team, Anfield, and the head coach have to admire Benitez's profound tactical attainments.

After explaining the tactics, Benitez picked up the small notebook in his hand. He read it briefly, and the dense notebook was filled with all the arrangements and analysis of the game. After confirming that there were no omissions, Benitez threw the notebook to the assistant coach.

Benitez looked at his disciples and suddenly felt his heart beating faster, "In 2005, we worked hard, we worked hard, we did, we succeed, we performed the greatest miracle in Istanbul?!!"

"Shit!!" "You remember it for me!! That's not a miracle, we have that kind of strength, we have the strength of the champion!! Which shit dares to say something miracle in front of you? You kick me hard at him!!! You are the champion!!!"

No one, talking, Liverpool's locker room has always been like this when Benitez spoke, this is the Spanish rule.^^         ^^

"So, now. What we did in 2005, today, I think you can do it too!!! You---" Benitez suddenly looked at his players with a vicious look, "What do you---think?!!!"

"We can, we can do it!!!" Captain Gerald shouted loudly.

"We can do it!!!" This is the voice of the entire Liverpool team!!

"Then, defeat the Londoner!!!" Benitez almost yelled.

"Defeat the Londoner!!!"

"Defeat the Londoner!!"

In the visiting team's locker room at Stamford Bridge, a man's roar rang out.

(p: Liverpool people have a history of disgust with Londoners. Although London is the capital of England, Liverpool, as an important city in England, has also played a crucial role in the historical development of England. Until now, Liverpool people are still resentful and believe that they are more qualified as the capital than Londoners with relatively soft personalities!!! In football, Liverpool people even think that their football is England, or even the best in the world!!!) Home team locker room.

Grant pressed his hands on the table, his eyes floating across every player's face.

"I don't need to say much about the importance of today's game." Grant pointed his finger, "Listen outside the window and listen to the fans' shouts!! This is an important moment in the history of the club. Men, today is the time to create history. Are you ready?!!!"

"It's ready!!!" Everyone shouted loudly!!!

Grant raised his right arm, held it high, walked around the locker room, and looked at everyone with his almost red eyes, "Good, tell me. You guys are the best, tell me, what do you think?!!!"

"We are the best, we are invincible!!" Everyone raised their right arms and shouted.

Today's game, not for anyone, but for yourself, to prove to everyone, Real Madrid, Milan and the damn Manchester United. What these damn guys can do, you can always do, you are the champions!!! Grant punched the table, "Then. Okay, beat them tonight!!! See you to Moscow!!!"

"We are the champions!!"

"Defeat them!!!"

"See you in Moscow!!" Everyone shouted, and the whole room was recalling the roars of the players, Xiangnan excitedly raised his arms, and he could even feel the sound of his heartbeat flowing with the blood.

"For players, what is truly life?! Wine? Money? Or fight with the third edition of the Sun's girl in bed for three days and two nights!!! None of these are!!! Go to ****!!! Let me tell you, it's every 90 minutes!! Your heart beats faster, your blood accelerates, and your life is accelerating!! In these 90 minutes, it's the life of a player!!!"

"Defend every attack of the opponent, fight like a man defends his wife!!! Seize every opportunity of attack, fight like a man in bed!!! Every ball!!! Every ball!!! You have to fight for me!!! Fight like a man! Then, after 90 minutes of the game, win!!! You who have fought hard!!!"

"Tell me. Are you men? It's a terribble," Grant kicked the tactical version beside him away. "Men!! Live, fight. Every 9 minutes of yours!!!"

"fighting!!"

"fighting!!"

"Surely win!!"

"Surely win!!"

Everyone shouted loudly, constantly patting their chests, and the temperature in the room reached the boiling point...

The home team locker room of Stamford Bridge reached the apex of a volcanic eruption in this one, and everyone could even clearly feel the muscles trembling and the heartbeat was accelerating!!!

For victory!!!

go ahead!!!

In Turin, Italy, Turin Sports 3 was broadcast live on the second leg of the semi-final match of the Champions League.\\\\\\\

The boss of Turin Sports 3 does not have to worry about the ratings of this game at all, because this was the battle of Prince Andre of Turin!!

The streets and alleys of Turin are full of bars.

Turin fans cannot get tickets for this game, and Turin blue-collar workers are not able to go to London to cheer for their former princes, but this does not prevent these innocent fans from waiting before the TV festival, shouting, roaring, holding beer, patting their chests, shirtless, hugging their necks, cheering for their Prince Andre!!!

Singing the songs of the Red Bull, singing the songs of Prince Andre in Turin, these men and women cheer for the south!!

Perhaps, they didn't even know the names of all Chelsea players, and they didn't even intend to know the situation of the Londoners at all. They just wanted to cheer for Xiangnan!!

"Andre!! You are the best!!"

"Andre!! Fuck the Englishman py!!!"

Uh... In the minds of these Turin fans, Xiangnan is still their No. 61, and those Englishmen are the enemies of Turin F1!!

Xiangnan didn't know about this happening in the distant Italy. The Turin fans did not think about letting Xiangnan know that they were just shouting, cheering for the big boy who walked out of Turin...

Maybe, not maybe, sure!!

Their voices.^^^^^ cannot be heard by any means by the big boy at Stamford Bridge, but they yelled, roared, shouted slogans, sang songs, sipped beer, and slapped the table...

They believe that as long as the hearts are together, they will feel the power of supporting the earth!!!

Come on, Turin!!!

Come on, Andre!!!

Let's go back to the active volcano called Stamford Bridge, where there is already a magma ready to go, and the crater is already burning with hot smoke.

Sky Sports' broadcast seat at Stamford Bridge is the best position. Mr. Wilson and Reinkell have been preparing for a long time. Although the weather is still cool, the game has not yet begun, and the two of them have been covered with sweat...

"There is no doubt that today's Stamford Bridge is destined to be the focus, the focus of England, and the focus of the world." Wilson glanced at the passionate stadium stands and couldn't help but feel excited.

"Yes, today's game belongs to all the fans!!" Reinker was also very excited.

"At Stamford Bridge and near the stadium, about 150,000 fans gathered. This is a passionate moment. It is a moment of football! It is a crazy waiting, a battlefield of heaven and hell!!!"

"Players on both sides are about to appear. Let's first look at the starting lineup of both sides!!!"

With Wilson's voice, the starting lineups of both sides appeared on the large screen of Stamford Bridge. At this time, neat applause and cheers sounded on the court. For the fans of both sides, these are their respective heroes and the bravest fighters!!!

Chelsea (4-3-1-2):

Goalkeeper: 1-Cheh

Defensive line: 3-Ashley Cole, Carvalho, 26-Terry, 5-Essin

Midfielder: 4-Marklele, 8-Lampard, 13-Barak/

10-Joe Cole

Forward: 9-South, 11-Drogba

Then there is Liverpool's starting lineup-

Liverpool (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: 25-Reiner

Defence: 6-Riser, 23-Carrag, 37-Sketer, 17-Avelloa

Midfielder: 14-Alonso, 20-Mascherano/

11-Benayon, 8-Gerard, 18 Kuyt

Forward: 9-Torres

"We noticed that Chelsea actually used the formation of three strikers. In today's game, Chelsea must win more than 2 goals at home to have hope of advancing. The difficulty is not small!!" Leinker looked at Chelsea's starting lineup and analyzed.

"Liverpool's formation is relatively conservative. Kuyt provides more opportunities for Torres. Liverpool can advance if he only scores one goal or loses one goal if he scores more than two goals. Of course, Liverpool's formation has a strong attack power when counterattacking." Mr. Wilson analyzed the starting lineup and formation of Liverpool.

At this time, Mr. Wilson suddenly stood up, pointed at Stamford Bridge Stadium, and roared---

"I've appeared, the players on both sides have appeared!!! This is the horn of the battle! The battle time has arrived! Men, roar!!!" No one in the passage looked at each other. Even the players who had new and old hatreds before were all dark, gritted their teeth, and looked straight ahead----

The turf of Stamford Bridge!!!

Today’s battlefield!!

Looking south quietly at the end of the passage, he could even feel the power of the night. The sky was already dark, and the entire Stamford Bridge showed a beautiful light under the lights. The fans' team songs became louder and more passionate!!

Bang bang!!!

Going south, you can even feel the trembling sound of the earth, which is the horn of the attack!!

This is the pace of victory!!

As the captains of both sides, Terry and Gerald's eyes collided violently, at this time, the referee looked at the watch and made a gesture. The two teams rushed out frantically!!

Stamford Bridge fell into a mad ocean, stood on the court, looked up at the dark night sky--

"Dad, mom, of heaven, bless your sons."

22 men, 22 men who struggle for 90 minutes of heartbeat--

After 90 minutes, some people will shed sad tears and twilight tears;

Some people will shed tears of happiness, tears of excitement, and crazy passion!!!

Victory belongs to the brave!!

The referee Merck looked at his watch and looked around the court, beeping!!!

"The competition has begun, the competition has begun, and the second leg of the 2007-2008 European Champions League semi-finals has begun!!!"

The referee's whistle is the most powerful horn at the beginning of the battle!!

The men at Chelsea know that they have to fight and have to attack!!

Fight like a man!!!

Xiangnan kicked the ball directly to Drogba, and Drogba passed the ball back to Jokore.

Joe Kerr did not choose to pass back, and took two steps forward, directly with a big foot, and the ball rotated towards the front court.

Drogba leaned on Carragher, like a leopard, and headed the ball back-

On the edge of the penalty area, Riser only felt a blue shadow pounced over like a hungry leopard. The Norwegians could even feel a compressed airflow, and the pores of their skin were trembling--

Xiangnan did not wait for the ball to fall, but volleyed directly. The ball was almost deformed directly. It bounced up suddenly and made a whizzing sound. The feeling of Mars hitting the earth, and it swirled towards the goal...
Chapter completed!