Chapter 148: Treat me as a consolation prize?

When Drogba snatched the ball from Schneiderlin and passed it directly to Torres on the right side of the penalty area, the entire St. Mary's Stadium exclaimed in unison at that moment.

Even many Southampton fans couldn't help but stand up from their seats and screamed in disbelief.

Abramovich was so excited that he raised his arms high and was ready to celebrate.

Drogba passed the ball behind veteran Jose Fonte, and Torres came in to receive the ball with the goal in front of him.

The only person standing between him and the goal was goalkeeper Neuer.

“Damn it!”

Yang Huan, who was in the stands, was shocked when he saw this scene.

Jose Fonte rushed too high, leaving too much space behind him for Torres to sprint.

At first glance, the initial judgment is that the distance is twelve meters and the angle is large, so it can be hit directly.

The Spanish striker also feels very hopeful. He is also eager to score goals and to justify his sky-high price of 50 million pounds.

Drogba's pass, diagonally from the left to the right, was stopped steadily by his right foot.

As soon as his right foot stopped, it was difficult to exert force with his left foot, so he adjusted and decided to use his right foot.

This way he will have more confidence in making the shot.

Even this shot is a sure thing for all Premier League strikers.

But he decided to handle it with caution.

Because this will be his first goal after joining Chelsea.

But precisely because of this pause and this adjustment, the frequency of his kicks slowed down.

Benatia had been running behind Torres and he saw Drogba's through pass but had no way to stop it.

But he did not give up. He was waiting for Torres to deal with him.

This move before shooting is crucial and it is an opportunity.

As soon as he saw Torres stop the ball and adjust, he decided to make a tackle without hesitation.

This is a very dangerous decision!

If you fail to grasp the size, it may be a penalty and a red card.

But Benatia's timing was so good, almost perfect.

Torres did not expect that a long leg would appear from the side beside him. After his direct shot, the ball hit the long leg and bounced to the bottom line.

As soon as Benatia felt the pain in his right leg, his first instinctive reaction was to have sex.

The whole person was like a cheetah, getting up from the ground and chasing after the ball that was sliding towards the baseline.

He kicked the ball with a big kick and it went directly into the stands.

It was not until this moment that everyone in St. Mary's Stadium reacted.

“Wow!!!!!!!!”

"Benatia!"

“Great job Moroccans, you’re the best!!!”

Almost all the Southampton fans in the stands were cheering wildly.

The relief of surviving the disaster made them all want to hug and kiss Benatia, who used his body to block the ball from going out of bounds at the critical moment.

“It’s incredible!”

The TV commentator was also amazed.

"At the critical moment, Southampton's main central defender Benatia made a great contribution!"

"He used a very calm, decisive and accurate tackle to disrupt Torres' sure-shot shot from 12 meters in front of the goal!"

After Torres' shot was blocked, he squatted in Southampton's penalty area, holding his head. He must have been extremely upset.

If he can't even score a goal like this, what else can he say?

I can only blame myself!

"Good!" Yang Huan was in the stands and cheered loudly when he saw Benatia kick the ball away.

The Moroccan central defender is definitely the backbone of Southampton's defense this season. He saved the team at many critical moments.

"A very talented player!" Terry Matthews also stood up excitedly and pointed at Benatia on the court.

"Southampton is really awesome to bring in such a player for free. Mr. Yang Huan, you have a great eye!"

Charlene Lahiri, who was sitting in the front row, also had a look of shock on her face, but after hearing what Terry Matthews said, she couldn't help but secretly admire him in her heart. It was said that Benatia was the candidate decided by Yang Huan himself.

How did he know that there was such a pearl hidden in the French Ligue 2 team?

It's not just Benatia, it's like Stroman.

He plays in a lower-level league in the Netherlands, but he is very strong. After coming to Southampton, he immediately established himself as a main player and his performance is not inferior to Vidal at all.

Could it be that all this is just because he is lucky?

Yang Huan heaved a sigh of relief, laughed, pointed at Benatia on the field, and said to Terry Matthews: "Believe me, in time, as long as he maintains his current momentum of improvement, he will become one of the best central defenders in the world."

Terry Matthews kept nodding.

Although Benatia is about to turn 24, who dares to say that he cannot succeed?

"Not only him, Varane will also be the best central defender in the future, and there are many, many players in our team, they will all become the pillars for Southampton to reach the top in the future!"

Terry Matthews is also a die-hard Southampton fan. After listening to Yang Huan's words, and the enthusiastic atmosphere at the scene, he became very excited and kept nodding his head, but he was unable to speak.

On the field, Southampton goalkeeper Neuer was shouting at his teammates in the penalty area. When Benatia walked back, he kept pointing at the position, obviously telling his teammates, including veteran Jose Fonte and young player Varane, to pay attention to their position and assist in defense.

Bielsa had been squatting to direct the game, but when Torres got the chance just now, he stood up excitedly.

This time he walked to the sidelines and yelled towards the stadium.

Especially for Schneiderlin who got intercepted because of sticking to the ball.

The French midfielder did a good job of limiting Anelka in this game, but this mistake almost caused the team to lose the ball.

"Don't think too much, fight back!" Yang Huan shouted loudly in the stands.

"Yes, fight back and teach them a lesson!" Terry Matthews also shouted loudly.

Many fans around also joined in the booing.

"call back!"

"Attack! Attack!! Attack!!!"

The noise was growing louder and louder, and the Southampton players also noticed the shouting from the chairman's stand.

"Southampton, your fans are really crazy. We were almost scored just now, but the next moment they were still calling on the team to continue attacking!" The commentator on the scene was amazed at the shouts of the Saints fans at the scene.

This is simply integrating offensive football into the team's blood and soul.

Chelsea took a corner kick, Neuer rushed out of the small penalty area quickly, got ahead of Terry, and snatched the ball from mid-air.

The whole process seemed very courageous.

As soon as he got the ball, Neuer kicked it forward with a big kick.

Ibrahimovic fought for the first point in front and passed the ball to the unguarded left side.

Alaba was like a sharp knife, sprinting forward quickly along the left side and getting the ball before Bosingwa.

After a sudden stop, Bosingwa almost fell down when he returned to defense, but he quickly stabilized his formation.

Even when taking a corner kick, Chelsea attached great importance to preventing counterattacks and returned to defense very quickly.

After Alaba stopped suddenly, he did not have the confidence to beat Bosingwa one-on-one, so he passed the ball back to Stroman who came in from behind.

Facing Mikel, Stroman stopped the ball to the left with his left foot, then made a lob pass with his left foot, diagonally passing it to the right side of the penalty area.

Chamberlain, who had been rushing forward just now, had now rushed into the penalty area. Facing Stroman's pass, he volleyed the ball with his right foot without stopping the ball.

Chamberlain had a good and accurate grasp of where the ball would land.

Stroman's pass was also very comfortable and suitable for direct attack.

So the whole volley was done very well.

But Cech was in a very good position, and Chamberlain wanted to hit a high ball, but the ball was not low enough.

There was a bang, and the ball hit the crossbar, bounced high, and fell behind the goal.

Goal kick for Chelsea!

The entire St. Mary's Stadium sighed in unison.

If the ball is pressed a little lower, we will get it!

Chamberlain was also scratching his head in frustration. If this ball had gone in, he could really be said to have become famous with one goal.

"Southampton quickly responded with a counterattack that tore through Chelsea's defence."

"Chamberlain's volley was very beautiful, but it was a pity that he couldn't hold it down."

Yang Huan smiled bitterly. Both sides had a great opportunity and were evenly matched.

"This shot is a reminder to Chelsea not to think we are easy to bully."

Terry Matthews laughed out loud, "Yes, this shot showed the momentum of Southampton!"

Yang Huan sat back in his position. He felt that after these two shots, both sides should be a little more cautious in the first half, and the head coaches of both sides would definitely make some adjustments.

As it turned out, he was right.

Although the game was still intense and the pace was still fast, both sides began to become somewhat cautious.

Yang Huan leaned forward and gently brushed the blonde ponytail behind Charlene Lahiri's head.

"What are you doing?" The British beauty turned her head, revealing her perfect sculpture-like profile.

Just this side profile is enough to make people's heart beat fast.

Especially the straight nose, which is delicate yet a bit stubborn.

"What do you think?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

A smile appeared on Charlene Lahiri's lips. "You ask me?" There was a hint of pride in her tone.

Hey, handsome guy, there are times when you ask me something on your own initiative.

"You can say it or not. If you don't say it, don't regret it." Yang Huan didn't look like he was asking any questions.

Just like a boss who acts arrogantly.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." But Charlene Lahri always needed his help.

"What Southampton needs most now is patience."

"Oh." Yang Huan understood a little.

"Many of Chelsea's players are over 30 years old. Torres is not performing well. The two midfielders, Essien and Lampard, have been injured in recent years and have started to transform this season. Their physical fitness and physical quality are not as good as before. Lampard is not young anymore and is not as good as before. Mikel's mobility is not strong enough."

The importance of the midfield to a team is like the support that the waist provides to the body.

If the waist is broken, the person will collapse.

"As long as Southampton don't make mistakes and have a little patience, Chelsea will definitely not be able to hold on."

At the end, Charlene Lahiri smiled again, "Many people only see the advantages of Chelsea being a Premier League team, but fail to see that the fierce competition among Premier League teams is also a major disadvantage, such as the physical fitness and condition of the players."

Yang Huan also agreed with this analysis.

"Well, that makes some sense."

Charlene Lahiri was not happy. "Does that make sense?"

"What else? Do you think your analysis is sound and reasonable?"

Charlene Lahiri looked at Yang Huan and felt secretly angry, but there was nothing she could do because she knew him too well.

This guy is stubborn and almost never says anything to praise others.

It's probably difficult to hear him say a word of praise!

"I've thought about it." Yang Huan whispered behind her.

"What have you thought of?"

"If it's true as you said, and the team beats Chelsea, I'll sacrifice my looks and let you kiss me!"

Charlene Lahiri blushed at first, then became a little annoyed.

What does it mean to sacrifice one's hue?

It's like I really want to kiss you.

At this moment she really wanted to curse at him.

But swearing made her feel like she was walking into a trap.

For example, if a woman says to a man, I'm going to F you, the man will definitely say happily, come on, come on.

"If the situation is reversed and we lose," Yang Huan said cheerfully, ignoring her mood at the moment, "then I will kiss you as compensation."

Damn, who do you think I am?

Do you think I'm a consolation prize?

Charlene Lahiri really wanted to punch him.

Especially when she thought about the fact that this guy often sent WeChat messages in the middle of the night, asking her to send him some selfies that would disappear after being read, she felt angry and annoyed.

I told myself countless times before going to bed that I would ignore him from now on.

But when I woke up early the next morning, I had forgotten everything I said last night.

Even if there is no call for a long time, or a harassing WeChat message, she will start to miss him.

This guy is so abominable!