Chapter 97
After watching this very disappointing game, Capello did not give up copying homework, but turned his attention to the FA Cup on the 8th: Chelsea will play against Championship team Barnsley in the quarter-finals at Oakwell Stadium at 17:30 on the 8th.
However, Capello did not go to Oakwell Stadium that afternoon, not only because it was too far away, but also because Barnsley was a Championship team. Although he had expectations in his heart, he did not think that the pressure Oakwell would bring to Chelsea would be greater than that of the two teams with Olympiacos.
And based on the situation in these two games, Chelsea can win the game directly without any of their new cooperation - but what if? What if Mourinho can't help but show off and asks Chelsea to use the cooperation in advance?
With this thought in mind, Capello turned on the TV at 17:20 in the afternoon, and the commentator was introducing the lineups of both teams.
The home team Barnsley played a 442 formation in this game, with goalkeeper Stiller, defenders Kozluk, Foster, Hassell, Van Homot, midfielders Campbell Rice, Howard, Devaney and Dennis Sousa, and two forwards Odgayi and Ferentz.
Capello stared at the TV screen a little nervously. When he saw the list of Chelsea's starting players on TV, he closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and relaxed instantly: Very good, Chelsea did not change their lineup at all in this game and still played 433.
Mourinho has frequently changed the team lineup in comparisons this season. This time he used the same lineup for the third time. What does this mean? It means that there must be something hidden in this lineup!
"Today's game is still very interesting. Chelsea has played six games at Oakville Stadium, but they have only won once! And Barnsley has defeated Chelsea once at home. If Chelsea is negatively affected by Oakville Stadium in this game, then they are very likely to..."
The commentator Raglan was stuck, but it was not that he didn't know what to say next, but he was sure that what he said next would definitely be slapped in the face soon.
“We’ll lose the game.”
After saying this, Raglan felt like crying: Maybe he would lose the game? But even if Chelsea is not in good form in this game, fails to score, and draws with the opponent in overtime, what about the penalty shootout after overtime?
This is the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, there has to be a winner, but if there has to be a winner, then Chelsea, who have Endrit, have no choice but to win!
"That's not necessarily true. With Endrit on Chelsea's side, the risk of losing is close to zero. In the match against Olympiacos, Chelsea players made so many low-level mistakes, but they still won the game with a one-goal advantage in the end..."
Looking at his partner Clarence who was talking eloquently, with a confident look on his face and a big smile on his face, Raglan was almost gritting his teeth: after commentating this game, he must pray very devoutly, praying that he would draw the same script that Raglan got today the next time he draws lots for commentary!
Raglan has no problem saying bad things about Chelsea, he can even freestyle on the spot and diss Chelsea: He had this "glorious history" in the previous seasons.
But now Raglan is asked to question Endrit, which makes him feel very uncomfortable. Let someone who dreams of representing the national team and making a name for himself all over the world, but has no talent for playing football and can only switch to being a commentator, go and criticize England's hopes - I can't do that!
“Beep, beep, beep…”
The referee blew the whistle, the game began, and Barnes served first.
In the third minute after the start of the game, the originally calm stadium was disturbed: Barnsley midfielder Campbell Rice made a straight pass from the wing, Howard received the ball in the penalty area and dribbled past John Terry on the left, preparing to shoot. Carvalho rushed forward to clear the ball with a big kick, but suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead in annoyance.
"Hey!" Endrit noticed and shouted with some amusement, "That's how you defend!"
Their attack is meant to be unexpected, and they focus on using a small but elite force. They will defend when they can. If they let their teammates develop the habit of giving way to the ball as soon as it flies into the backcourt, wouldn't that be like an old man hanging himself because he thinks he has lived too long?
Let nature take its course and seize opportunities, integrating the offense they practiced into their normal tactics, so that they can maximize their effectiveness and allow Chelsea to rush all the way to the championship.
In the 15th minute, Barnsley got a corner kick opportunity. Striker Ferentz kicked the ball but was blocked by Cole, and the ball fell into Chelsea's hands.
Three minutes later, after cooperating with his teammates, Cole stood in the penalty area with the football.
"Cole! From 15 yards! Volley!"
The football flew towards the goal and was blocked by Barnsley defender Kozluk halfway out of the baseline.
"Oh! What a pity! The angle of the ball was good! Kozluk's reaction speed is quite fast."
"Since the start of the game, Chelsea players have taken four shots, but none of them have scored." Commentator Raglan shook his head slightly, in line with his character that favors Barnsley today. "It seems that Chelsea's offensive efficiency is a bit low today. Oakwell Stadium still has such a big impact on Chelsea. Barnsley has a chance to advance smoothly!"
Clarence naturally retorted directly, "It's only been 18 minutes since the start of the game. It's still early. How can you judge that Chelsea's goal efficiency is low today?"
After 18 minutes, the confident smile on Clarence's face dimmed a lot. He didn't say anything, but Raglan next to him couldn't wait to speak, "After 36 minutes, Chelsea players have already taken nine shots, but they still haven't scored! This is very dangerous!"
"It's not dangerous at all!" Clarence quickly retorted, "Chelsea's condition today is much better than the game against Olympiacos. Although they didn't score, Chelsea didn't let Barnsley take direct shots in this game."
"Endritt hasn't made a single save yet! Chelsea is just temporarily lagging behind in offense, their defense hasn't collapsed!"
Before Clarence finished his words, Barnsley's Hassell made a long free kick from the backcourt, and striker Ferentz received the ball on the right side of the penalty area.
"Just catching the ball doesn't mean you can score..."
"Yes, yes," Hassell said sarcastically as he watched the live broadcast of the game, "Chelsea's defense is very good. They will never let Ferenc shoot directly."
In the game footage, Ferentz passed Freira directly and volleyed the ball from 12 yards in the penalty area, and the ball went straight into the goal.
"Shoot! The ball hits the outside of the left post! The ball bounces straight back... and Ritt attacks and retrieves the ball?!"
Endrit rushed forward, stretched out his arm, and slapped the football that was bouncing out to the right, "AS! Two back!"
He shouted, and Ashley took two steps back with a start. The football happened to fall in front of him. Ashley did not delay any longer, ran forward a few meters with the ball and passed it directly to Lampard.
The moment Lampard received the ball, Ballack, three forwards and Lampard all moved and rushed towards Barnsley's half. The ball was passed back and forth in their empty midfield, and every player had the ability to shoot and score directly. Barnsley's defense did not dare to leave anyone alone.
This allowed Lampard to complete a very easy shot: before him, Ballack and Cole both made feints when passing the ball, and Lampard did the same "home move" as the two of them after receiving the ball. While the other Barnsley players were still waiting to see where the ball would be passed, goalkeeper Stiller had already turned his head with a look of despair to look at the ball that fell into the net and passed by the back of his hand.
"GOALLLL!!! The ball goes in!" Clarence stood up excitedly and waved his traditional hand vigorously to express his excitement. "Chelsea is leading Barnsley at halftime! They are closer to this year's FA Cup championship!"
Raglan tried hard to control the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise wildly, and continued to pour cold water on him with a cold face, "It's just a goal. The first half of the game hasn't even ended yet. It's a bit too early to say we have won now."
After the goal celebration, the game resumed at the referee's whistle and the ball was in Barnsley's hands.
Perhaps the breakthrough just now opened up the Ren and Du meridians of the Barnsley players. Three minutes later, Barnsley midfielder Howard made a straight pass from the wing, and striker Odgayi broke into the penalty area and shot at a small angle on the right.
When the ball flew towards Endrit, he couldn't help laughing: the angle was very good, he took the initiative to attack, stared at the football and slapped it, changing the direction of the football and making it fly directly to the left.
"PA! one!"
Ferreira quickly took a step forward, received the ball and made a lob shot, the ball went straight to Ballack on the left side. Ballack took aim at the ball, jumped up and headed the ball directly to the front court. After landing, Ballack ran all the way towards Barnsley's penalty area.
In the middle, Cole dribbled forward with the ball. Two Barnsley players rushed up to double-team him. When their encirclement was about to be formed, Cole passed the ball to Lampard on the right.
After receiving the ball, Lampard pretended to shoot directly. Two Barnsley players surrounded him directly, and a defender kept moving in the backcourt to try to block Lampard's shot. Lampard, who scored three minutes ago, enjoyed the highest treatment. Goalkeeper Stiller stood in front of the goal, staring at Lampard, in a very good mood: Now let's see how you score!
But Lampard wasn't going to shoot, it was just a feint! The football flew directly to the left side, and Ballack jumped and headed the ball directly into the goal!
Chelsea 2:0 Barnsley!
"Goal! Two goals in the first half!" Clarence excitedly asked the director to replay the shot of the goal, while turning his head to look at Raglan, "Look, they...what are you laughing at?"
Raglan subconsciously reached out and scratched his neck, and smiled awkwardly, "Well, I suddenly thought of something happy."
It’s over, it’s over, I’m going to be fined! Ahhhhhh…
Endrit had no idea that one of his fans was going to be fined because of him. He stood in front of the goal and watched his teammates start celebrating, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Great! They're going to win again.
[Host host~You have just unlocked a new rare achievement! A full two hundred points, host! Oh my god, host, you are awesome! 】
Endrit blinked, 'Rare achievement? Just unlocked? Because why? '
Wow, is this a double happiness?
【no! It was unlocked a minute ago, but at that time you were busy playing the game, so I didn’t disturb you. Hehe~]
'Wow, thank you. 'Endritt complimented, "You are very considerate. I will be very happy with you in my life."
[Of course~Host! So I’m giving you a follow-up report now! 】
[Ding ding ding!] 】
[Congratulations to the host for unlocking the rare achievement "S (M) performance praised by thousands of people" and obtaining 200 points! 】
Endrit: ? ? ? ?
What the fuck? What is this? When the hell did I…wait? !
"I just took a picture of the football?"
【Yes! Host! After the accumulation of the previous few games, it reached its peak at that moment just now! Directly refreshed the rare achievement! As far as I know, no host has unlocked this rare achievement for hundreds of years. Host, you are so awesome! 】
Endrit took a deep breath and didn't want to say another word.
Why has no host unlocked the achievement in hundreds of years? Is there any need to ask this question? No matter how perverted it is, it won’t be praised by everyone... Damn! Anyone who has achieved this before is probably dead.
[Host, I will report to the main system now...]
'stop! 'Endrit hurriedly stopped, 'Don't upload! obedient. '
【But……】
"No buts," Endrit took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "You can upload it after I die. Then you can show off to other systems face to face. Isn't that better? '
[Yes!] The host is right! I'm terminating the program now! Hehe, thank you host! You are so nice! 】
Endrit is not feeling well. He looked up at the sky, speechless: I am tired, let it be destroyed, haha.
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