Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 285

In the remaining 10 minutes of the first half.

Manchester City launched a series of fierce attacks, but Chelsea's unbreakable defense made Manchester City uncomfortable, just like the first time the two teams met.

36th minute.

Manchester City's frontcourt hand-thrown ball, not long after the ball was sent, Sun Jihai, who was dribbling close to the penalty area, was tackled by Ricardo Carvalho.

39th minute.

Martinez took the ball from Frank Lampard's feet and tried to find Su Fei in the middle.

But Michael Essien completed the high ball first.

43rd minute.

Cassano's advance on the left side, after crossing the center line, was double-teamed by Claude Makelele and William Gallas.

The Barry boy failed to perform a dunk this time.

The ball passed to the middle was intercepted and counter-robbed by Makelele.

Manchester City could not attack for a long time.

Chelsea ushered in another chance for them!

"Makelele!"

"Long pass from the left!"

"Found Robben in the front court!"

"Robben pushes forward!"

"Chelsea counterattacks!"

Arjen Robben, the little flying man, turned into lightning along the sideline.

In terms of seizing opportunities to counterattack.

No team in the world can compare to Chelsea, coached by Mourinho, the counterattack maniac!

Modric took a step forward and chased hard, but he could only barely keep pace with Arjen Robben.

He could only watch Arjen Robben approach his own baseline with the ball.

Mills took the initiative.

He wanted to launch a pincer attack on the little flying man with the little Modric!

But it was at this time.

Arjen Robben suddenly changed direction of the ball, sinking to the bottom and turning to dribbling inside!

"Robben!"

"He rushed into Manchester City's penalty area with the ball!"

"Fake shot and real pass!"

"Pass the ball to Drogba who is following up in the middle!"

When the monster rushed into Manchester City's penalty area, perhaps the outcome of Chelsea's attack was doomed.

Didier Drogba!

Facing the rolling football, he twisted his body and raised his foot, using all his strength to hit the bottom of the football.

"Bang!!!"

The football rose from the ground, turned into a long rainbow, and went straight into Manchester City's goal.

This ball.

There is no gorgeous footwork, it is the purest display of power.

A violent volley in the penalty area.

The speed was so fast that Manchester City's defense and goalkeeper James could not react at all.

"The ball went in!!"

"The ball went in!!"

"Drogba!"

"This one!"

"It brushed past the crossbar and went into the goal!"

"Warcraft!"

"Scored twice!"

"Once again showed the world his shocking and terrifying power!"

"Robben cut inside and assisted Drogba to shoot violently in the penalty area."

"3:1!"

"Hiss!"

"As the first half was coming to an end, Chelsea scored another goal and led Manchester City 3:1!"

This time, the Etihad Stadium was completely silent in the past 10 minutes.

Manchester City fans were looking forward to equalizing the score in the home team's repeated attacks.

Result.

Manchester City didn't wait for the goal, but Chelsea got another blow!

Last time.

It was only 1 goal behind at halftime, but this time, it became 2 goals behind at halftime?

Ming Ming.

We clearly felt that we had become stronger, but why, when facing Chelsea, the gap became even bigger!

I don’t understand.

Manchester City’s diehard fans at the Etihad Stadium couldn’t understand why the Manchester City players on the field.

It was also difficult for them to accept Chelsea’s sudden goal again in a short period of time.

The bright red 3:1 on the big screen.

It was uncomfortable.

......

Chelsea’s players celebrated wildly in Manchester City’s corner area, hugging each other.

Just like their defense in the first half, airtight and unbreakable.

Didier Drogba, who scored twice, was surrounded in the center, raising his arms high, like a king.

Enjoying the praise and cheers from his teammates around him.

At this moment.

Even the cautious José Mourinho looked up at the sky with a relaxed expression.

The goal just now.

It seemed as if he saw the Barclays Cup playing against the team.

"Two consecutive championships?"

"It's me."

"It's my team."

The arrogant Portuguese muttered to himself.

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"Beep!"

"The referee blew the whistle to end the first half."

"The game entered the 15-minute halftime break."

"The current score."

"Chelsea3:1 Manchester City.

"This is the final battle that can almost determine the Premier League champion this season."

"The balance of victory seems to have tipped towards Chelsea."

"But Manchester City still has a chance!"

"I hope Manchester City can find a way to target Chelsea's defense after the midfield break. ”

-【It’s over, it’s really over now.】

-【Trivia: Chelsea has never lost a game in the past two seasons when leading by 2 goals, and has not even been tied!】

-【Ah? Is this true? It’s bad.】

-【I can’t accept it! I can’t accept that Manchester City worked hard for a season, but in the end, they fell to Chelsea.】

-【Does it matter if you don’t accept it? Didn’t Manchester City play well in the first half? But they just can’t beat them. What can we do? Damn it!】

-【Is Chelsea really so invincible?】

The comments in the ESPN live broadcast room were all pessimistic, and Manchester City fans were wailing.

If they were behind 2:1, the fans could still imagine that Su Fei would come down to earth and save the team like last time.

But with a score of 3:1.

Facing this arrogant Chelsea, they seemed a little powerless.

In the commentary booth, the signal of the live broadcast room was temporarily cut off, and Zhan Jun looked bitter.

“Taoer, what do you think? "

"...... Difficult."

Wang Tao held it in for a long time, sighed, and said only one word.

His words also resonated with Zhan Jun.

Yes.

Difficult.

Too damn difficult.

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Old Trafford Stadium, home team locker room.

After briefly praising the players' performance in the first half against Portsmouth.

The red-nosed old man left the locker room.

Impatiently took out his mobile phone to check the results of the half-time game between Manchester City and Chelsea.

"3:1?"

"3:1!"

"Alas."

Ferguson sighed deeply. It seems that Chelsea will be the champion again this year.

Then the red-nosed old man cursed in a low voice with some regret.

"Stuart, that waste."

"Didn't you seriously watch how Manchester United beat Chelsea 2-1 at that time?"

"If I were the team leader, would I lose? ! ”

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Stadium of Light, visiting team locker room.

With a score of 3:0 against Sunderland, Arsenal players returned to the locker room in high spirits.

Wenger followed the players with a heavy heart.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to check how the game between Manchester City and Chelsea went.

He heard the discussion of the players.

"Let me see what's going on at Manchester City..."

"Damn, 3:1!"

"Really? Manchester City can score 3 goals against Chelsea in the first half? !"

"What are you thinking? Chelsea 3, Manchester City 1!"

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Hehe, then I guess no one in the Manchester City locker room is talking at this time. They dreamed of becoming a dark horse champion for a season, but in the end, they still couldn't beat Chelsea. "

Arsenal players all applauded. Compared with losing to Chelsea, who had already abused them last season, this season was more painful for them than losing to Manchester City in the two games.

But.

Their head coach Wenger couldn't laugh when he heard the news.

Wenger rubbed his chin.

Desperate situation.

Manchester City has fallen into a desperate situation.

That kid.

Can he stand up this time?

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