Xiangnan looked up and saw that No Palmalot was entangled with Drogba, and only Silvini Distin was in front of him.

Xiangnan suddenly accelerated his speed, and used his right foot to push the ball forward, and then began to accelerate. The ball obediently followed his steps and jumped happily forward, like a winding black and white elf.

As Victoria, a columnist of the Daily Mirror, described after the game, when Andre dribbles the ball, he gives people an indescribable feeling, and he steps on cheerful notes with firm steps. At this moment, I feel that Andre and the ball under his feet are like a tacit understanding of the whole...

Uh... this, according to Ms. Victoria's words, Xiangnan is like a... man ball or a ball ball?!!

Uh... God testified, this is not a good metaphor!!

"Silvini, stop him!! Damn it!!" Facing the high speed towards the south, the former England goal felt a wave of fear. James yelled in front of the goal like a frightened bulk bear, constantly moving his footsteps in front of the goal.

"Boy!! That's the end!!" Distin roared and rushed forward.

Uh…Who does Distin think he is?

Yes...Li Kui? Or Li Gui?!!

Of course, Brother Distin is not the kind of person who just talks nothing. With the movement of his feet, Distin tightly presses Xiangnan and secretly pulls Xiangnan's jersey.

Facing the old Distin, he pulled his left foot to the south and then gently hit it. However, Distin was very experienced and did not make any moves. His experience is also the reason why this veteran is favored by Old Redknapp.^^    ^^

Without any hesitation, I immediately followed up with my body. My body suddenly leaned forward and accelerated directly, and dribbled the ball with a rude acceleration!!---

That's right!!

That's speed!!

"Beautiful job!! Andre was very fast!! It started suddenly, leaving the old Distin with almost no way!!"

Distin obviously did not expect that under the care of his close-fitting press and the black hand pulling the jersey, this hateful Blue No. 9 could actually accelerate. In desperation, Distin stretched out his hand and tried to pull Xiangnan's jersey again---

You must not let this guy pass by!!

Unfortunately, he got nothing except air!!

The South Stand of the Millennium Stadium was in full swing!!

"James!! Stop that damn guy!!"

"Man, you can do it!! You can!!"

Pompeii fans in the North Stand tried to disturb their confidence in the south with crazy booing. Of course, Portsmouth fans did not forget to encourage their goalkeepers!!

Damn, why don’t you come and guard this kid!!

The panicked former England gate had to abandon the gate and try to make a final try!!

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Xiangnan's mouth. He had noticed James' attack. It was this time. Xiangnan even felt that the blood in his body instantly reached the boiling point--

Generally speaking, a truly calm shooter should take the most secure way to score goals when facing a goalkeeper--

That is.****Use skillful skills to shake the goalkeeper away, and then, that is ---

Push it towards the hollow gate!!

but---

Xiangnan chose, in the way he thought was the most unstoppable!!

Xiangnan took a step forward. He lifted his right foot and exerted force. He violently hit the middle and lower part of the ball. At this moment, Xiangnan suddenly felt a strange feeling. He could even feel that the ball was almost deformed violently by himself. The ball made a violent sound of breaking through the air and flew towards the goal...

"Damn it, he's going to shoot from a distance?!!"

The poor former England gate was like a dying kangaroo, jumping up high, trying to stop the ball from moving forward, but only touching a piece of air. James could even feel the whizzing sound of the ball whizzing through his ears...

"Andre!!! Andre!! He shot ----g----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Haha, poor James, God will bless him to get compensation from a turkey after the game, but, seriously, if James hit Andre's ball, I dare to put my hand on the Bible and swear that the ball will pass through James's not-so-hard body like a cannonball..."

The ball entered, 1:1, the score equalized, Mr. Wilson's mood was like the rainbow after the rain, uh... no, it should be said that it was the rattlesnake after hibernation, and the old man also started to tease with a savage tongue. Yes, this really makes people wonder, when the old man's saliva drips on the floor, will it smoke due to the strong corrosion?

Uh...poor James!!

Amen!!

His Highness Prince Andre!!!

Andre's Song began to whistle above the Millennium Stadium. The about 40,000 blue fans on the stadium were cheering the name of His Highness Andre, who was uniformly cheering their hero, as if it was a sudden erupting volcano.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

After scoring the goal, he opened his arms wildly and ran to the fans in the North Stand, making a gliding move...

Responding to him is the deafening booing of the Pompeii fans...

"This is such a bad boy. Andre ran to the North stands and tried to accept the cheers of Portsmouth fans. Haha, the booing of the opponent fans is the most beautiful movement of this bad boy..."

That's right!!

Mr. Wilson was right, Xiangnan was just enjoying the damn boo. What else is more wonderful than the feeling now?!!

However, the glider was shot down soon, Terry, Ashley Cole, Essin...Barak, and even Sinclair on the bench came over and would directly knock down to the south with a standard!

"Hehehehe!! I said.^^^^, please be gentle..."

The game is 41 minutes---

At Cardiff Millennium Stadium, half is hot lava and half is cold sea water…

In the remaining minutes of the first half, Chelsea and Portsmouth deliberately controlled the rhythm of the game. As the two teams that reached the final, they were cautious, and both sides would give a final fatal blow. They stayed in the second half...

"After the second half of the game begins, we must use cooperation and personal skills to tear open the opponent's defense line and don't fight too much. However, we must strengthen the protection of the 3-meter range outside the goal!!"

In the South locker room, Grant's request was very straightforward. He had to use his skillful cooperation in the second half to suppress Portsmouth's offense first, and then a fierce attack to achieve a fatal blow!!

Grant arranged this way because he considered the final in Moscow a week later. Compared with the big-eared cup of the European Champions League, there was still a big gap in the Israeli stands. Therefore, Grant had to consider to avoid players being injured in this game.

In the North locker room.

"In the second half of the game, we must strengthen the fight in the midfield. We must fight at all costs. It is already the final. Don't worry about getting a card!! Don't give Chelsea the opportunity to shoot easily, don't let them shoot comfortably!!"

"Defense!!"

"Defense well!!"

Old Redknapp saw it clearly, he knew that Chelsea could not be distracted by the game a week later.\\\\\\

In the tactics of Old Redknapp, in the second half, Pompeii had only one goal, defending the draw, and only one goal-

Penalty battle!!

Chelsea's psychological qualities in the penalty shootout are always nicknamed as neurotic. The old coach of Portsmouth is confident that in the penalty shootout, he will give the West London team a good psychological counseling class!!

Uh...of course, the premise is that the Portsmouths can hold on until the end of overtime, a penalty shootout!!

After the second half began, without any surprise, Chelsea mercilessly compressed Portsmouth in the half and besieged the poor visiting goal, and James became the busiest person on the court.

"Drogba!! Long shot!!! Uh... Did Didier think the beauty on the card behind the goal is more attractive than the goal behind James?"

"Beautiful!! Barack's header, James saved it well!!"

"Andre's shot was blocked by Glenn Johnson, corner kick!!"

The game has been in the second half of the game for 35 minutes, and the score on the field is still 1:1!!

Old Redknapp is only one step away from the situation he most hopes to see.

Chelsea substitution, No. 16 Sinclair on, No. 4 Markle off.

Portsmouth also made personnel adjustments at the same time. Lauren, No. 4, replaced No. 10, England's marginal international David Nugent.

"Old Redknapp is going to defend the entire line. Before the game, Portsmouth specially practiced the penalty kick training. Haha, it seems that Portsmouth is prepared."

"This is obviously not something Chelsea players want to see. Next week, West London teams will go to Moscow. Such overtime and penalty shootouts will undoubtedly have a great impact on the players' physical and mental health."

"Of course, this is what Manchester United people are most happy to see!!" Wilson couldn't help but sarcastic, "Ferguson didn't know where he was secretly happy..."

Uh...this...I have to say that Mr. Wilson is worthy of being a genuine Leedsian...Everyone on earth knows that Leeds are all anti-Manchester United fighters...

Lampard passed the ball to Ashley Cole who was active on the left. After Ashley Cole got the ball, he continued to break forward for a distance along the left and passed the ball to Sinclair in front. Sinclair who had just played seemed to have not adapted to the rhythm of the field. The stop was a bit too big and had to go forward and tackle the ball to Joe Cole before Montari came up to steal.

After Chelsea got the ball at the No. 10, facing Lhasa Na Diyala who was defending him, he kept changing his feet and looking for a chance to break through.

Lhasa Na Diyala did not dare to make a move rashly, but just slowly retreated, trying to seize a good opportunity to step on his feet.

Jokore leaned forward slightly and made a breakthrough. Just as Lasana Diya pulled out his foot to steal, he gently rubbed his left foot, and the ball drew a graceful arc and flew towards the left side of the penalty area...

The ball was a bit big, and he was in the high speed, slowing down his speed slightly. Facing the ball, he paused with his right foot, and thrust his chest slightly. Then, he hooked the ball in front of him with his heel, easily removed the ball, paddled it again, controlled the ball, pushed it gently with his right foot, and then started, accelerating along the left---the Chelsea fans began to cheer. Every breakthrough of Blue No. 9 will set off a new wave in the ocean of Chelsea fans...

Just as they broke through the left side to the south, Drogba and Barak flew together and began to attack the penalty area in Portsmouth.

Facing Chelsea No. 11 and No. 13 with strong impact ability, James felt a strong sense of fear--

"Hermann Herredalson, Montari, stop them---"

"Damn it!!"

Uh... God testified that the former England gates were like a girl who was facing two burly men independently, calling helplessly...

Hermann Herredalson's defense consciousness came forward and followed Drogba tightly. Montari also quickly returned from the midfield to try to interfere with Barack's breakthrough.

Following the left road of Millennium Stadium, after a distance, facing Distin who came up to defend, rushed south and braked south, rushed away Distin's block. Near the bottom line, he passed the ball into the penalty area with a beautiful arc---

Just as he was passing the ball to the south, Drogba squeezed away Hermann Herredalson, who was beside him in the penalty area, and jumped high, just like a real African elephant. His strong physical advantage and keen sense of smell were undoubtedly revealed, and he made a beautiful lion's head-shaking attack...
Chapter completed!