From God's perspective, Reinkel and Jon see things more clearly.
Jon looked at Bale getting up from the ground and said worriedly, "I didn't expect Bale to be more active after dropping back. Lee played this move brilliantly, making Bale drop back and giving him enough space to sprint. As soon as Lahm or Mascherano intercepts the ball, Leeds United will launch an attack directly from the left flank!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Mascherano once again made a precise tackle to snatch the ball from Malouda's feet.
He quickly got up and immediately passed the ball to Kroos, who then delivered a long, low cross that accurately found Bale, who was already charging forward at full speed.
Facing a Bale who had already accelerated, Glen Johnson dared not make a rash tackle this time. He simply positioned himself in Bale's cutting-in path, steadily retreating. At this moment, the other Chelsea players were not idle either; Essien and Carvalho both rushed over.
Bale isn't stupid; he could tell from Glen Johnson's expression that he didn't want to cut inside.
Bale glanced at the middle of the field and saw that Adriano had also rushed up. With a determined look, Bale flicked the ball forward with his left foot, then pushed off again, charging straight toward Chelsea's byline!
This sudden acceleration startled several Chelsea players, including Johnson, who immediately quickened their pace and rushed towards Bale.
Two or three seconds later.
Bale, who had already run to the side of Chelsea's penalty area, quickly glanced at the center and spotted a white figure in his line of sight. Without hesitation, he sent the ball out with his left foot, pushing it laterally towards the center.
"Adriano!" Lineker shouted excitedly when he saw a person standing at the end of the ball's trajectory, because in front of Adriano, there was only Ben Haim, who was about two meters away from him.
For a considerable period of time, everyone else's attention was focused on Bale's high-speed breakthroughs down the wing.
At this moment, Adriano, who had made a run from behind, was not surrounded by any defenders. For the Brazilian, this was a perfect opportunity!
Adriano made a slight adjustment and, before Ben Haim could fully close in, unleashed a long-range shot!
The football, which flew from his feet, passed by Ben Haim's right and headed towards the bottom right corner of the goal.
Chelsea goalkeeper Petr Cech's view was initially obstructed by Ben Haim, so he didn't react immediately when Adriano took the shot and could only rely on his experience to move to his left.
Fortunately, the Czech goalkeeper is tall, and although his obstructed vision slowed his save a bit, his super long wingspan allowed him to touch the ball with his palm just as it was about to cross the goal line, making a very difficult save to push the ball out of bounds!
"Cech!! A brilliant save." Jon was sweating bullets. "Adriano's long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area almost gave Leeds United another goal. After more than twenty minutes of silence, the Brazilian striker finally showed his fangs in England for the first time. Gary, now I'm even less inclined to believe what you said earlier. Judging from that shot, I think Adriano is in pretty good form."
Jon was giving his commentary.
The director quickly turned the camera to Adriano, who looked somewhat annoyed. He closed his eyes and vigorously rubbed his bald head with his hand, but then gave Bale, who had passed him the ball, a thumbs up, indicating that it was a good pass.
The camera lingered on Adriano for a few seconds before unexpectedly cutting to Li Shiguang.
At this moment, Li Shiguang, who was standing on the sidelines, was smiling and looking in the direction where Adriano was standing, and he and Rivaldo next to him were applauding Adriano's shot just now.
Li Shiguang and Rivaldo appear kind and gentle in the photos.
In reality, Rivaldo was teasing Li Shiguang beside him: "Boss, they didn't even send anyone to keep an eye on Didico. It seems you cheated too many people in your business dealings. Now no one believes what you say."
"Ferreira, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm dark-skinned?" Li Shiguang's expression was unfriendly as he glanced sideways at Rivaldo.
"Hahahaha, no, no, I didn't say that." Rivaldo grinned, looking at the Chelsea defenders with sympathy. "I just think they're underestimating Didico a bit too much. I saw it in training; even Vincent and Thiago together couldn't stop him when he got going."
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Cech stood up from the ground, shook his hands, and turned his back to quietly move his slightly sore wrists. After feeling a little better, he turned back and stared intently at Adriano, who was standing in the penalty area waiting for his teammate to take the corner kick.
"Hey! Ricardo!" Before Modric, who was about to take a corner kick, arrived, Cech quickly waved Carvalho over to his side.
"What's wrong, Peter?" Carvalho walked over to Cech with a blank expression, his gaze still fixed on Mascherano, whom he was supposed to mark.
Cech pointed subtly at Adriano, who was vying for position with Ben Haim, and quickly said in a low voice, "Keep an eye on that Brazilian. I don't think he's in the form we analyzed before the match."
Looking in the direction Cech was pointing, Kaká was also heading this way.
Carvalho looked puzzled: "Kaka? I know he's been in pretty good form today, didn't he just give us an assist?"
“I was talking about Adriano!” Cech rolled his eyes.
"Him? It can't be that bad. He's only had one shot in almost half an hour, and when Tal and I were marking him, he was trying to avoid physical contact with us." Carvalho's face showed a hint of disdain after he realized that Cech was referring to Adriano.
“Don’t underestimate him.” Cech shook his head seriously. “I watched his games last season. If he were still in the same form as he was at Inter Milan last season, he probably wouldn’t be able to produce a shot of that quality.”
Cech has his reasons for saying that.
The others only saw Adriano's shot being saved by himself and going out of bounds.
But Cech, who actually felt the shot firsthand, could tell that a shot with such accuracy and power could not have been made by a striker who was out of form and also an alcoholic.
At least one thing Cech can be sure of: Adriano hit the ball perfectly in that shot and had already adjusted his power before it even touched the ball!
Watching Adriano being gradually pushed out of the penalty area by Ben Haim and Carvalho seemingly unconvinced by his words.
A sudden sense of unease rose in Cech's heart...
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