Vol 3 Chapter 116: Not so simple

In the box next to Chu Yunling’s location, Dortmund’s CEO Vatsk, sports director Zorke and Chelsea’s behind-the-scenes Abramovich, as well as UEFA President Pratini Sitting in the middle VIP box, the moment the ball flew into the Chelsea goal, the two gangsters of Dortmund jumped from their seats with excitement.
"Michelle, ha ha ha! We will win, these young people are awesome!"
"Yes, old man, yes!"
The two did not care about Abramović, who was sitting on the left side of Platini’s face, embarrassingly embarrassed. Even Platini looked around, he could only smile bitterly and squeeze Abu: I There is no way, unless you can enter one, I can't hurt the good things of others?
Abu, who turned his eyes back on the field, became a bit gloomy and anxious, and he smashed so much money into it.
Boys, what are you doing! Time to go!
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Di Matteo now has no choice. After losing the ball, his choice is very decisive. He greeted Spanish striker Torres to the sidelines to warm up. At the same time, the French winger Malouda went to the warm-up area.
Two minutes later, Torres came off the bench and replaced the unsatisfactory Mata. When Mata walked off the field, he just gave Palme a slap with Torres and kept his head down. Di Matteo walked over and whispered encouragement in his ear.
Mata is equally lucky. He just turned 24, and his career golden period has just begun, and he has the experience of the Champions League final. However, he is young and he has to pay tuition after all.
This tuition paid him a low mood, but Di Matteo did not lose his confidence. At least when Torres walked on the court, Di Matteo wanted to send this positive signal to the court.
The non-aligned substitutions meant that Chelsea's formation changed accordingly, from 4-2-3-1 to 4-4-2, lacking an organizational core, and Di Matteo had to play a simple and crude tactic.
Chelsea has such a condition, simple and rude, which is most in line with Drogba's style on the front line. This is a tactic tailored for him.
Torres has a certain ability to take the ball, he withdraws the response to Lampard's pass, and then advances the ball to the tactical fulcrum Drogba. This operation is not complicated. It is important to Drogba, Torres. The task is completed. All that is left is to find free time on the front line. As for the rough work of carrying people to top people, it is enough to leave Drogba alone.
This is not a pit, this is trust, Drogba does have this ability.
Humels couldn't stand him at all behind him, and Subotic could only defend one side. Drogba had already clearly determined the position of the two centre backs when he took the ball from his back. He decisively turned to the other side with less defensive pressure, and the action was flowing, and he could feel that Humels’s close-up marking had no pressure on him, although Humels had already pressed his center of gravity, and was still dead. He grabbed his jersey.
"Be careful of Drogba! He's going to turn around, my God, Humersla can't hold it back, it's dangerous to turn around!" He Wei shouted nervously.
"Such physical qualities and standard beasts are simply not human." Marcel Leif can only marvel.
The nickname given to Drogba by Chinese fans is just the right, standard Warcraft.
Zhou Tiancheng saw this, his eyes suddenly fixed, he didn't expect Drogba to live so easily, he knew the power of Hummells, and even he could not be so smooth.
Strong, really strong, Warcraft is well-deserved.
He could only accelerate to catch up with Drogba's advance line. Although it was impossible to go back and stop it, he had to fight. At this time, it was who could be more open-minded, and the fight was for nuances.
But the only one who can really interfere with Drogba's front is Pishcek who has come to defend. Hummels is thrown behind him, and he dare not easily step down. It’s one thing to eat a card. If it’s really effective, Humels will never hesitate. The key point is that he is a little unsure of it now. Even if he feels he is underfoot, he may not be able to overturn the beast. But it's really troublesome.
He was trying his best to overtake Drogba and Pishcek also turned over. Block Drogba's advance as much as possible. At the same time Subotic is also moving towards this side.
The center of gravity of Dortmund's back line is biased towards Drogba. This is also a big gamble. If Drogba has a wide field of vision and points to Torres, Subotic will have to pay for his defensive miss.
However, this kind of kicking is not the style of Warcraft, Drogba's choice is very direct-rely on the body to directly crush!
At the moment when Dortmund was closed, Drogba squeezed past with his physical strength, Piszick directly bumped into him, was bounced a meter away, and stumbled back two steps~EbookFREE.me ~Almost did not stabilize the center of gravity.
"Ah-it's dangerous, Drogba's crush!"
The Chelsea stands behind the Dortmund goal, everyone has stood up, staring at Drogba and heading to Weidenfeller.
When he kicked the ball into the far goal, Chelsea fans found their presence on the court for the first time. The surging waves in the stands of Dortmund fans finally calmed down, and the blue heart of victory began to burn.
He Wei couldn't help but sigh: "It's too fast, too fast! This is the Champions League final (high) (tide), Drogba equalized four minutes after Zhou Tiancheng scored. Klopp still against Drogba Not enough attention! Although the destructive defense of the first half was undesirable, it turned out that this might be the best strategy."
"Dortmund tried his best, Drogba is not able to defend these defenders, but we still have Zhou, they want to deal with Zhou is also a fool! Dream offensive? Come on! Dortmund has never been afraid!" Marcel Leif Faith as always.
But this game is really not that simple. Dortmund's offensive momentum is fierce, and Chelsea's toughness is also very strong. After all, this is the Champions League final.
In the Manchester bar, Yang Cheng listened to the cheering commented on the TV. He didn’t even care about the reaction of the other drinkers in the bar. He exhaled softly and said to himself: Warcraft, really strong. ! Brother, come on and dry him!
Yang Cheng turned the wine glass in his hand, staring at the remaining half of the wine in the glass, and dried it directly with a bite.
"Man, let's have another bottle...no, a dozen whiskeys!" Yang Cheng greeted with a confused look.
PS: First in 2019.
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