naaapseattle Chapter 258 Mourinho Crossing the Center Line
Chapter 258 Mourinho Crossing the Center Line
Chapter 258 Mourinho Crossing the Center Line
The red and blue sides seem to be playing chess.
The blue team ate half of the red team's handsome taxi and bishop (Tang Wu was injured), and also ate one of the red team's "cars (Xise)"; Wu) licked off the two blue horses (wingers Robben and Duff).
But the court is not a chess board.
"Swap" can make the board tidy, but it makes the court violent.
Both Robben and Duff are the wingers that Mourinho will rely on in the new season. The engines on both sides of the second-generation "Blue Battleship" are started by Robben and Duff.
But who would have thought that in just one game, Liverpool took off Chelsea's two wings.
Robben is okay. Although the Dutch teenager is gaining momentum in Eindhoven, he has not played well in the Premier League.Except that his teammates and Mourinho know his true level in normal training, the fans are not interested in this young player whose hairline has broken through the sky at a young age.
But Duff is different!
The Irish winger has already proved himself last season, whether it is a breakthrough or a cross, Duff has done a perfect job.Chelsea have alternated between old and new. In the frontcourt, only Duff is still the main winger.From this we can see how much Mourinho values Duff.
But Duff was injured, and the facts were irreversible. Mourinho could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
Of the three substitutions, two of them had to be done as a last resort, and the young Portuguese marshal naturally quit.
"They're not here to play, they're here to fight!" Mourinho yelled angrily at the fourth official.
But the upright fourth official was not intimidated by Mourinho's name and voice: "Didn't the referee give TOM a yellow card! What's more, he didn't do it on purpose! You see, Duff is not like the Frenchman just now." Sent to the hospital like a human being. I can say that Chelsea has been extremely lucky today!"
Minutes earlier, it had been Chelsea's players who had kicked Cisse straight into the hospital.
Judging from the injuries of Duff and Robben, they may be able to recover after a rest.No matter how bad it is, just take a break for a game or two.
But Cisse, tsk tsk.
Such a bloody scene, even he, the fourth official, did not dare to think about it anymore.
"Fack!" Mourinho put his hands in his pockets, stared at the fourth official, and walked away cursing.
No one noticed that the Portuguese coach turned out to be walking towards Liverpool's coaching bench.
At this time, Beitu and the assistant coach beside him were sitting in their seats, taking the time to study the tactics at the last moment of the game.
"Their two wing players have been replaced. Although the replaced players have sufficient physical strength, their impact is definitely not as good as the previous two BTs."
"So we have to shrink the formation as much as possible, strictly prevent the center from sticking, and don't give him the opportunity to cross and penetrate from the center."
"Here, here, and here, we have to watch death. And their number 15, this guy is too tall, and his body is still strong, we must"
"And me? Have you arranged defense?"
Bei Tu was talking about getting up, when an untimely voice suddenly sounded.
"Who else? You? You" Bei Tu suddenly looked up and found that Mourinho was looking down at his tactical board, with disdain written all over his face.
"Do you think you can keep Chelsea in check? Have you forgotten that I'm still on the sidelines?" Mourinho looked arrogant, looking down on Beitu's defensive tactics.
"You, you, you are." Beitu repeated "you" several times, and finally recognized who the person in front of him was.
"Fake, why are you here? Who told you to come?" Bei Tu hurriedly blocked the tactics book with his hands and shouted.
The assistant coaches beside Beitu looked at each other in blank dismay, no one expected that such a thing would happen on the football field.
Are you the head coach on the opposite side?Even crossed the center line to come to our place to eavesdrop on tactics?Still come in person?This is too LOW, right? !
"Who, come quickly, drive this lunatic away!" Beitu shouted. "Referee, referee, I protest, I protest, look at him, how can he come here?"
After Duff was injured and retired, the focus of the game came to the sidelines with the camera.In Liverpool's coaching bench, the referees of the two teams scuffled together.
"Beep!"
The referee blew his whistle helplessly and ran to the sidelines.
Man, this game is too tiring.
Just blowing the players on the court is enough, and now you two coaches are still causing me trouble?
Depend on!
When I catch the culprit, I will definitely make you look good!
"Referee! He came over to eavesdrop on our tactics!" Seeing the referee running, Beitu shouted first.
"No, referee, that's not the case!" Seeing the referee looking at him, Mourinho also shouted, "Referee, they did it on purpose, they did it on purpose! They are a group of executioners, a group of hooligans! Their fouls It was premeditated, this bald man and those red guys on the field are a group of murderers!"
The referee is not stupid, he was just overwhelmed by today's game.
The referee showed a yellow card directly at Mourinho when the linesman and the fourth official pulled away the two hugging each other.
"You, calm down! I warn you, don't mess with BB."
"Referee, why don't you believe my words?!" Mourinho looked innocent.
"Fack, do you think I'm an idiot?" The referee pointed angrily at the grass under his feet, "Look where this is? Is this where you should come?"
"I order you to return to your coach seat immediately. Immediately, immediately!"
Hearing that the referee pointed out the key point at a glance, Mourinho shrugged his shoulders, gave Beitu a "wait and see" look, neatly arranged his suit, and walked towards his coach's bench.
The Portuguese's pace at this time is more like that of an English gentleman.
After such a fuss, Mourinho calmed down and began to stand on the sidelines and direct seriously.
You can't play like this anymore, and if you play like this again, it will only hurt both sides, and the two guys, the Gunners and the Red Devils, will be cheaper in vain.
As the only rising blue in the Premier League, Chelsea's "blue responsibility" is not light!
After Mourinho walked back to his coaching area, the angry Bebald instantly regained his composure, as if the farce just never happened.
For the rest of the time, Liverpool only left Baros in the midfield, and the rest began to implement the plan and passively defend.But as long as he seizes the opportunity, he will use Barosh's abundant physical strength to kick the ball forward vigorously.
But Terry and Makelele's defensive ability is not covered, and Baros has plenty of physical strength, but it is difficult to single-handedly cross the defense line of these two men.
After up to 7 minutes of stoppage time, the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.
0 to 0, the two sides hugged the duck eggs until the end.
Mourinho and Benitez "tacitly" ignored each other, but came to the sidelines and high-fived every player who was off the field.
In their view, it is better to spend their time caring about their team members than spending time with that annoying guy on the opposite side.
In this game, it was not easy for the players who were still standing!
When Tang Wu with gauze wrapped around his head crossed the sideline, the two coaches focused on Tang Wu's face at the same time.
Just for a moment, Tang Wu felt that the left half of his face seemed to be irradiated by the kind sunshine, and the right half of his face felt the pain of being blown to the bone by the cold wind.
A second later, Tang Wu walked away, and the eyes of the two coaches merged.
Both the Portuguese and the Spaniards saw a strange smile in each other's eyes.
(End of this chapter)