Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"Amazing save!"

"Anderson managed to fool Ashley, but he couldn't fool Endrit's eyes!"

"Yes, that's right! It seems that our Endrit not only has a handsome face like steel, but also a pair of eyes like an eagle!"

"Anderson almost scored a goal. America's fast break was brilliant. If it was any other team, they would have scored. But unfortunately, they ran into our Premier League team and could only say goodbye to victory."

Although it is a game named "friendly", both sides will still try their best to send the ball into the opponent's goal with their hands and feet. Just now, Mexico's America team launched a fast break against Chelsea and almost tied the score. After Chelsea got the ball, they launched a counterattack again without any delay.

However, Mexico's America team tightened its defense, and Chelsea still failed to score another goal until the end of the first half.

They entered the second half with a score of 1:0 - if this was a formal game, Mourinho would definitely ask the players to focus on defense in the second half. They were already leading by one goal, and as long as they could maintain this score until the end of the game, no matter how the outside world criticized this game for being ugly, as long as they won the game, it would be fine!

But this club friendly was a match that Mourinho took to train his players, so during the half-time break, Mourinho asked the players to take the initiative to attack in the second half, and promised that if the performance in this game was good, he would give priority to who would start in the official game.

Lampard was not tempted because he didn't think he would not be able to start. But Seidwell, who just transferred to Chelsea this year, was very excited. He came here as a free transfer, so he had already made up his mind to let the coach see his abilities in this game and strive for a brighter future for himself.

So in the 23rd minute of the second half, after receiving the ball, Seidwell ran towards the opposite left side looking for a breakthrough point. At this time, the opposing forward Anderson approached him intending to steal the ball.

Lampard reached out for the ball, but Sedwell ignored him and headed straight for the opposing forward Anderson with the ball.

After facing Anderson, Seidwell skillfully performed a dribbling move. He stepped to the right with his right foot, leaned his body slightly, pushed the ball forward with his left foot, and quickly turned around and sprinted forward to separate the ball from Anderson and rush into the penalty area.

But Anderson, the young player of Mexico's America team who had been hiding for nearly three months, stretched out his left foot to hook the ball under his feet, and then took a long shot directly from the spot!

The commentator of the Mexican League, who was commentating on the friendly match, stood up from his chair excitedly, "A shot! Anderson intercepted the ball and shot directly! The Chelsea players on the opposite side didn't react at all!"

Everything happened too fast, from Anderson stealing the ball to shooting in just a few seconds. If the commentator of the Mexican League had not been keeping an eye on his own players, they would never have discovered it so quickly - like the commentator of the Premier League was paying attention to Sidwell, they were explaining Sidwell's movements synchronously, and when they said that Sidwell got rid of Anderson and rushed out, their minds caught up: Where is the ball?

The person is gone, but where is the ball?

The commentator with a God's perspective was slow for a moment, and the other Chelsea players who were left behind Sidwell only reacted when they saw the football had flown into the sky. They then turned around and ran towards their own backcourt.

Seidwell's face was pale and his teeth were clenched, but he still turned around and ran desperately towards the backcourt: he wanted to stop this ball! He wants to make up for his mistake!

But at this moment the football had already flown to the backcourt. Even Ashley and Glenn, who had the fastest reactions, couldn't catch up with the ball, let alone Sidwell?

The sparse number of Mexican America fans have begun cheering for their striker, and Chelsea fans held their breath watching the ball go straight into the blind corner of the goal - no way! The opponent is going to tie the score so soon?

Cech, no, the current goalkeeper is a newcomer, the so-called Iron-faced Superman, can he do it?

OK! Of course!

Zhou Liran had been paying attention to the football. When the football flew into the penalty area, he determined the landing point of the ball. He stared at the football and quickly moved his feet to the right in front of the right goal post. When the football began to fall and was about to hit the net, he immediately jumped high. His head hit the crossbar with a bang. He used his hands to press the football that was about to hit his face firmly in his arms, and then landed steadily on the grass.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Glenn, the defender closest to him, and raised his chin slightly: Stop being dazed, catch the ball quickly?

Glenn opened his mouth but didn't react. Zhou Liran's head was buzzing and he didn't want to waste time. Since he didn't want to throw the ball, he could just kick it himself. So Zhou Liran bent down and put the football on the grass, raised his eyes and scanned the Chelsea players in front of him, and then selected the No. 9 player, Seidwell, who had just made a mistake but had now run to the backcourt.

After passing the ball to Sidwell's feet and watching him turn around and dribble forward with the ball, Zhou Liran raised his arm and used his wrist to press the part of his head that had just hit the crossbar: It won't get hurt, but it really hurts!

Um? Why do I always feel like someone is staring at me?

Zhou Liran frowned, and his eyes moved away from the football and fell on the defenders in front of him, "Is the game over?"

Glenn came back to his senses instantly and turned around and ran forward: he was very close to Zhou Liran just now and heard the sound with his own ears - but why did this guy have no reaction at all?

So not only his face is made of iron, but other parts of his body are made of iron as well?

Off the field

Mourinho stared at Zhou Liran for a long time before frowning and looking away at the midfielders sitting on the bench. He thought silently for a while and looked at No. 12 John, "John, warm up."

This means that a substitution is needed. As for who it will be, the players on the bench all know: Seidwell.

After John finished warming up, Sedwell was substituted. He walked past Mourinho very nervously, fearing that he would be stopped and criticized by Mourinho. However, Mourinho didn't even look at him until he sat on the bench. Sedwell couldn't be happy at all.

"It's over," Sedwell covered his face and rubbed it hard in frustration. "The coach ignored me at all. I should have seized the chance that Ritter gave me just now. He passed the ball to me, so he must have thought that I still had a chance to score!"

Shevchenko, who was sitting nearby and was about to speak to comfort them, shut his mouth silently: Ritter? no? Did you two introduce yourselves to each other? Do you know each other? Are you calling someone Ritter so soon?

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