Chapter 197: Beat me

As soon as the voice fell, Terry suddenly hit the middle lap shovel and broke the ball from Xiaobai's foot. When he got up, he immediately sent a straight plug. Drogba went to the meeting with a single knife, but unfortunately the trip was big... Everyone knows it.
However, Chelsea scored a goal very quickly. Like Sun Wu’s memory, Lampard’s cross was blocked, and Essien’s peripheral volley blew out the world wave without thinking. The ball hit the goal under the beam.
Sun Wu was a little excited. He even rubbed his hands and even took out a pen and paper.
Kross on the side was inexplicable. If you remember correctly, Sun Wu seems to support Barcelona.
Then Chelsea did not put up the bus, but rushed in the midfield, using the two sides of the Anelka and Malouda raids, and Drogba’s superhuman imagination of physical qualities directly oppressed Barcelona. Rear line of defense.
Although Busquets's appearance allowed Barcelona to obtain a very high ball control rate, the first-half ball control rate was 37. However, it was difficult for Barcelona to form an effective attack in the 30-meter area under the opponent's high-intensity pressure. More ball control appeared in the midfield and backcourt, Messi even had a hard time holding the ball, Ashley Cole had a good mark on it.
"It's very effective against Barcelona, ​​but it's difficult to stick to the whole game." Cross judged this way, "The key is physical fitness."
"Yeah, Barak, Lampard, Essien are all physical madmen, and they are very capable of running up and down." Sun Wu remembered the two rounds of the game a few years later, and also the excellent performance of the physical madman Ramirez. Barcelona hates.
During the halftime break, Cross looked up at the paper on the table, but unfortunately he couldn't understand anything except Arabic numerals...all in Chinese.
Sun Wu is comparing the paper with the memory one by one, it seems that they all appear, Sun Wu is a little discouraged, this butterfly is not strong enough!
In the 24th minute, Alves pulled Malouda over the penalty area and the referee awarded a free kick outside the penalty area.
In the 27th minute, Drogba, who had a single-handed opportunity, was shoveled by Abidal without any action from the referee.
The first foul is good to say, a penalty can be sentenced but not sentenced, but the latter foul is almost a sure penalty red card package, the result is that the referee was not sentenced.
In the second half, Sun Wuju was staring attentively at the TV screen. Unlucky Drogba was once again brought down by Yaya Touré with the ball in the penalty area. The referee made a gesture to get Drogba to get up quickly.
In the 66th minute, Anelka suddenly threw away the defense inside and suddenly fell to the ground without physical contact.
"Come here!" Sun Wu picked up the pen.
"Um... eh?" Sun Wu's eyes widened, "how is the yellow card!"
This should be a red card! And it was a misjudgment, which also became the best excuse for Barcelona fans to block Chelsea.
Next, Sun Wu was dumbfounded to see the referee draw a yellow card and gave Anelka on the ground... This script is wrong!
Ruined! If Barcelona can still be promoted, it would not be Platini’s dry son...it should be a pro son!
The boos over Stanford Stadium were overwhelming, and the Blues players surrounded the referee with anger. Sun Wu coughed and turned his head to ask, "Is it true that I was fouled by a false fall?"
Cross watched the playback carefully, and answered after half a ring: "You are more professional than me in this respect..."
How can I chat!
Looking at Sun Wu's complexion, Cross said funnyly: "The fact that you framed Barak in your first game debut, now everyone knows."
The next game was completely different from Sun Wu's memory. Barcelona launched a tide offensive against Chelsea, and in the 77th minute forced Ales to foul and led to the second yellow card. Barcelona instead took advantage of the number.
With the space for activity, Messi became active and used the reel and speed incessantly. His steering reel in a small space is indeed the first person in the world. Even if many people are surrounded, it may not be able to keep up. , Ashley Cole had to shovel twice in a row, but got a yellow card.
After 80 minutes, Barcelona was dying and struggling. Chelsea was under great pressure while watching for victory. It began to use foul tactics against the most threatening Iniesta and Messi on both sides. Malouda and Drogba have returned to the penalty area. Internal defense is out.
The most exciting moment is coming!
Sun Wu's eyes widened. He, a conspiracy theorist, always believed that the Stanford massacre was manipulated by someone. Maybe some people didn't want to see the two consecutive Champions League finals being played by the same two teams, and the two teams are still from the same one. In the league, yesterday Manchester United took the lead in the final.
Malouda shoveling Messi...
Mesine was cut down by Terry...
Drogba even dragged Messi down...
Cross sucks, "Isn't this Argentinian often injured before? After being shoveled so many feet, he was not injured?"
Sun Wu said in a guilty conscience.
In the 89th minute, Messi scored again, Ashley Cole, Malouda and Essien were all yellow cards. As a result, Messi found a chance to rub the ball to the left.
Iniesta took the ball to the penalty area and accelerated after facing Terry's continuous fakes...
"Di!"
The camera quickly gave the referee Herning, his finger to the penalty spot.
"Is this a foul?" Cross was a little puzzled.
"Maybe..." Sun Wucai didn't bother to think about whether it was a penalty. Xiaobai seemed honest, but his acting skills were very good!
Chelsea players were surrounding Herning, Guardiola on the sidelines touched his head and said nothing, Hiddink was pulling the fourth official to complain, the camera even swept Abu on the stands...
After Eto'o made a penalty, the real climax came next.
Similar to the memories of the previous life, the shot in the restricted area of ​​Barak concentrated Eto'o's hand, but the referee Herning crossed his hands and signaled that there was no penalty.
When Barak returned to the defense, he spread all over the world at the picture of Herning's crazy roar.
"Ugly Barcelona!" Cross yelled uncomfortably~EbookFREE.me~ It's all about you. You haven't transferred to Real Madrid yet, Sun Wu vomited.
After the game, Drogba, Barak, Bosingwa and Terry joined forces to get the referee in trouble, and even Sun Wu heard someone swear, as if it was Drogba...
Hey, Barcelona in this life will be more accused than in the previous one. In fact, Sun Wu is very happy in his heart.
"It's over, you should go back to the hotel." Sun Wu rushed off without any politeness.
"Yeah." Cross got up and packed things, and suddenly turned around before going out to ask: "Best, maybe Van Gaal might not want me to return to Bayern..."
"Are you referring to the suspension of negotiations?" Sun Wu said with a smile: "In fact, there is a solution."
"what?"
"May 31, beat me, and neither Henes nor Van Gaal will welcome you."
Sun Wu said so calmly.