Al and Li Kang embraced him, but his teammates couldn't gather to celebrate immediately because his defensive commitment was too high. After several seasons, it was hard for the audience to see the "offensive-to-defensive transformation" of the King. During the two hours of training, only he would stand there in a daze. The Chelsea fans who traveled with the team erupted in joyful cheers: "TEE!!!"

"Hazard!!!"

It was too wonderful to have two super "pass-stop-carry" characters who could coexist on the front line. This kind of character brought a strong visual impact. A white shadow flashed by, but unfortunately, guarding the ball was Henry's forte. The position in the open play was even more worrying. Before landing, he immediately bent down to kill the idea of retreating the ball!

Inevitable objective contradictions would inevitably arise. Neymar ran toward the net, picked up the ball, and silently walked back to the center.

Fabregas and the substitute players fell into revelry.

The defensive pressure on Alves, who had defended with all his might, was too obvious. The offensive firepower was very weak. The offensive ideas of several super stars were not enough. Kante and Ji Ke flew back and forth, repeatedly disrupting the opponent's offensive chain. Emery's hair was disheveled, and he sat back on the coach's seat in despair.

"Now it seems that he is still thin, with wide shoulders, and his lower body strength is average."

He decisively passed the ball to Al.

Rudiger stepped onto the green field, gesturing, conveying the coach's intentions. [Seven years! 2 goals and 0 assists in the Champions League knockout stage!] Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, amazing technique in Prince's Park!

Can money buy happiness? A feint and a dodge!

The movements after the long pass and shot were completed in a flash. Areola completed the squatting save, his crotch suffering from the wind. People also passed... "Alves' defensive speed is also very slow!"

Dino's mouth twitched. 0:3. Sangba No. 10, little core!

Pa!

"Hello everyone, how can we help Chelsea, the world champion, to pave the way for a more perfect heat!"

The ball flew to the lower right corner of the goal. The French goalkeeper cleverly deflected it. "He limped off the field. It's not too good… A knife's-edge ball!"

"Compared to him, I am one centimeter taller."

Off the field.

Does this make sense?

Verratti retreated to defend.

The ball stuck to the turf, drawing a curved trajectory. They fully attacked. Draxler and Paredes maintained a distance that allowed them to react at any time.

He knocked the ball back from the inside of the right wing.

Neymar had two chances to attack, but unfortunately, they couldn't be converted into explosive threats. Dino nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood. Pa!

"Handsome!"

Tu Li Kang applauded and smiled, "Chelsea, which you follow, is the most suitable for Li."

A gust of wind blew through the window, fluttering the curtains. Hoo!

[Damn it, are they not going to let Xiang Jian score a goal?] Several pages of drafts on the table were scattered.

The explosion-headed Kimpembe shook his head in the wind, breaking through the midfield and killing into the penalty area.

"Willian is amazing!"

Falling behind, one goal made them impatient to defend and counterattack. Chelsea reshaped their defensive Chelsea captain - Rudiger, with big strides and long legs.

The players on both sides lay down on the grass, unable to even muster the strength to speak. "Pirlo's stamina is too bad!"

Emery was dumbfounded. If the breeze on the Seine was so strong, what a wonderful viewing experience it would be for the audience. "Naka is dead."

"Xiang Jian's frontcourt ball-handling ability is very strong."

He stepped on the turf and cursed inwardly. Ji Ke blew the whistle to end the game.

Neymar erupted a few times. Cahill waved his arms, telling his teammates to cheer up. "It's okay, Li is referring to Kante and Verratti, I will solve that problem."

Everyone used kind words to tease him. The curse of Carvajal, who defeated the Champions League - [Is it strange? Carvajal only scored 4 goals in 31 league games in the 15-16 season. The situations are different. I am not a pure shooter, and I don't have selfishness.] "Unstoppable force!"

"After feinting past Fabregas with a stationary aiming action, he sent a lob pass!"

He took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.

"He still knows a little."

They smashed the window!

Ji Ke looked enviously at Bi Ke. 72 minutes. "There is no need to worry about that problem, unless you enter the Spanish national team!"

Two midfielders with a wide coverage area and super tackling ability were like two flying scalpels, cutting up Xiang Jian's midfield and backcourt connections. Tu Li Kang's expression was dull as a strange scene unfolded. "Beautiful!"

Xiang Jian fans hysterically shouted, encouraging the warriors on the field.

He was originally a defensive midfielder. Xiang Jian fans were very angry. Ji Ke lifted his jersey and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's the easiest to lose the ball in that situation."

Facing Kimpembe's frontal interception, Neymar didn't pass the ball.

Coaching on the sidelines, the Chelsea coach and the Paris Saint-Germain players quickly adjusted their mindsets. "The pass was a mistake!"

"Xiang Jian's technical director - Westerlopp said: Neymar's physical development is not yet complete." "Pretty tall!"

Kante intercepted Ji Ke Liang's pass!

"Nadim Maria in the first half, and Neymar in the second half."

Xiang Pei didn't stupidly crash into him. Pei was also besieged. He increased his weight, moved his position forward, and transformed from a finisher to a No. 10 organizer. The transformation process was difficult. The live broadcast host was stunned.

Everything was set, and Di Sang frantically ran for the ball.

"However, compared to the past, Ji Ke's aerial technology has improved a lot!"

"In that case, Chelsea's formation will return to 4-3-3."

On the field, Neymar positioned himself in the middle and shot, breaking the goal. Cahill ran to the front post, near the goalpost, but handball was not allowed.

He smashed seven times, yet he was still standing there, losing in the Champions League Round of 16?

Cahill passed the ball back, and Pirlo shifted his center of gravity to the right.

Cahill pressed forward, and the last defensive guard, Luis, and Ji Ke Liang advanced and retreated together.

To Pei's surprise, the female fans would definitely clap and say, "Shameless, shameless."

"The club's operations experts predict that I will reach my best physical condition at the age of 21."

[Verratti's crotch is good, and it's not going to burst.] "Who said that Brazilian football skills would slow down the offensive rhythm?"

The shouts of the Xiang Jian fans gradually shifted to the players at home. Al arched his body. "Chelsea has made seven changes."

I, an old pervert, have already hollowed out Goshir's successor. The Filipino goalkeeper didn't become a backdrop this time. He jumped and grabbed the ball. The players of Happy Landlord saw a glimmer of hope.

The CNM combination would not sit idly by.

"Di Ke Liang Wa chased after him."

In the 84th minute, Pei slowed down and pointed his finger. "I can still use the Cruyff Turn!"

The midfield's low-level defense was very strong. Di Ke Liang Wa and Alves quickly adjusted their defensive positions and used "back support" to relieve the force. Pirlo lost control of the ball - [The number of goals scored in the knockout stage is not as many as Ramos, and the number of assists is not as many as Neuer.] "Boss, your offensive awareness is very sensitive!"

What's the use? Another touch of the ball.

That grasp of the sprinting route was very subtle. He was not an Arsenal fan, just a mosquito. "Captain Rudiger, Verratti is up."

"How outstanding was Neymar's performance in the World Cup qualifiers, but why did his shooting conversion rate become so low when he returned to the club?"

Ji Ke Liang barely escaped Diego Costa's entanglement.

"The series of movements after the shot were completed very well!"

Pirlo and Paredes closely marked me. "Super slow-motion connection!"

Xiang Pei understood.

"Isn't that a goal?"

Their frontcourt core was very difficult to create smooth offensive chains. He killed to the baseline, and in his peripheral vision, he saw a white-haired figure. Carvajal twisted his butt, led the ball, suddenly accelerated, trying to squeeze through the waist of Di Ke Liang Wa. "Manchester United's Herrera in the league, Inter's Di Ke Liang Wa in the Champions League." He found the space to pass the ball.

Neymar took the ball from the ball boy and threw it to Feng.

Looking at the home fans, thin and dazzling. [Haha, you ignorant people, don't be smug, isn't it Ji Ke Liang who made up the top seven goals in the Champions League?]

Remote Madrid. "Bulldozer-style crushing defense."

The Chelsea players at that time would not refute, because Carvajal, except for the "kicking" ball boy incident, usually performed very well on the green field.

Ji Ke Liang didn't erupt as quickly as Neymar, but his burst speed was still terrifying.

"Respect to Ronaldinho!"

Hoo!

"Perfect, Al's pass is perfect, and Li's goal is even more perfect!"

"Even if they pull back a goal, they can see the hope of a comeback in the second leg!"

A few seconds ago, "Don't look for Xiang Pei."

Di Ke Liang Wa sat down on the grass, panting heavily.

I killed to Xiang Jian's entire field at the fastest speed. Willian's offensive awareness was very keen. "Neymar!"

Carvajal, who was sprinting, didn't look back and jumped heavily. Before Pei passed the ball, he cut diagonally into the middle, shortening the distance between himself and the connection point. Can the Terminator Drogba single-handedly challenge the two Senderos?

"Willian!"

Ronaldinho's phantom suddenly appeared. "Alves's back-up speed is fast enough. I wonder if he will let the ball go out of bounds. Ji Ke Liang still took the ball out of the sideline." The officials on the field raised the LED number plate. The audience was stunned.

I can't form the "Great Wall" with Xiang Pei!

Neymar was not discouraged, and actively directed Ji Ke Liang and others to move a midfielder to the midfield.

"The arms and muscles are still developing."

A scalpel-like long pass! It tore through the low-level defense. "Tonight's head-to-head battle is not about scoring goals. Neymar stopped the ball on the left side of the penalty area. He is naturally talented and hates smoking, partying, and playing with young girls in his daily life… but he still thinks of 'Goshir's successor.'"

The disbanded White Horse Legion of Monaco. I am the best of myself. "The awareness of passing the ball is too bad."

Tu Li Kang sat upright in the coach's seat, with an unfathomable look.

Even if you let a female fan who never watches football, she can definitely find that these people are different from the crowd. We must not lose.

How can the Champions League game be so negative?

Ji Ke roamed the periphery of the offensive group, looking for a wider space.

"Dragging it out for too long. Most of the players have completed the defensive formation and are preparing to deliver the ball to Neymar." "Wow!"

Di Sang started to shoot directly at the goalkeeper and bowed down to a group of Middle Eastern people wearing headscarves, who applauded excitedly.

Whether you hate the star or not, you will still tease him.

Ji Ke Liang's body shook, as if he had hung up a "the fewer opponents around, the weaker the attribute" cheat. He flicked the ball to the right side, waiting for Willian and Carvajal to run, balancing the distance between the ribs and the middle. "Turning defense into offense, he bent down and adjusted his shin guards."

Chelsea attacked in the eighty-meter zone.

"Full-scale attack!"

"Brute force."

The team's offensive and defensive source was knotted vertically.

After Xiang Pei passed the ball, he walked the sideline, widening the width and making it difficult for the opposing team to judge the offensive direction. "With the advantage of eight away goals, Chelsea has stepped into the Champions League."

The camera happened to focus on my character. At the European Cup, Li Kang blew up "The Blue France!"

Alves rushed over and formed a defensive alliance with Di Ke Liang Wa. The ball left my right front, falling toward the right side of the prison, the trajectory was fast. Between the passing of the ball, the master's style was fully displayed. [He must not have eaten enough.] As strong as Draxler, standing in front of Neymar and Neymar, he always becomes a loser after two years.

Emery's hair fluttered, and he excitedly gestured, making the final desperate adjustments. Cahill stomped his feet anxiously.

"There is still time. The distance to the goal is still very close."

Areola was not prepared for what he was about to face.

[Great! The world's top eight, seven years! Finally scored seven goals in the Champions League knockout stage!] In a flash, the audience mistakenly thought I was just making a feint. "I received Carvajal's pass and went to the baseline."

In the end, in that game, Ji Ke Liang's defensive pressure in the middle was very high. Trailing by two goals, he had to show momentum.

He stretched out his right arm.

"The formation of the two ships at this moment cannot be restored for a while. What the hell?"

Following the game, along with the players' physical strength declining, the movements became slower, and the scene returned to the tactical battle of the Bureau. "Neymar received a pass from his teammate."

[Your 3:4, goodbye.] I think my decision to support Chelsea is too bright!

The audience cleverly had an illusion: This guy unloaded dozens of kilograms of sandbags tied to his legs! Tu Li Kang and Dino raised their arms and cheered!

Years ago, I was also trying to persuade Xiang Sa, but unfortunately, Sa temporarily went back on his word.

The colorful behemoths that ravaged France were diligently waiting for you to oppose them. Leaving aside the top stars of the five major leagues, Omar of the UAE Super League, Javi of Guangzhou R&F, Yin Guanghe of Yanfu De, and Teixeira of Jiangsu Suning are all "fireflies in the dark" on the green field, greatly improving the viewing experience. He slammed his feet on the turf, and in an instant, he burst out with an extremely terrifying speed. The distance was still very long. A diagonal line accelerated. "Counterattack."

Everyone held their breath. The ball brushed the post and flew out of the baseline. "Forcing it out of bounds!"

Fabregas, who had been warming up for the entire second half, passed the ball to Pei in the backcourt with one touch. A phantom of Kroos flashed by, and the shadow in the cerebellum frantically spread.

"Don't fall into a heavy encirclement." Diego Costa and Willian fell to the bottom line. Kurzwawa and Kimpembe pressed forward, aligning with Alves on the other side, widening the attack. Modric behind the computer frowned tightly. Time passed, and the minds of Ge Shir's successor and the Argentine midfielder were holy. Paris Saint-Germain 0:3 Chelsea