Midfielder.

Chapter 293

In the 45 minutes of the first half, the two teams jointly contributed four goals, such a game is crazy.

In fact, just looking at the excited performance of Lineker and the Spanish commentator, you can know how many people are fascinated by this game, not only the supporters of the two teams, but also those neutral fans.

After all, wonderful games are the favorite of all fans. Compared with other games played at the same time, the confrontation between Chelsea and Barcelona is undoubtedly the most exciting. The fierce confrontation between the two sides in the first half also proved this point.

It is no wonder that those bookmakers will put these two teams in the top two odds of winning the championship. Whether it is from the competitive state or from the on-the-spot performance, Chelsea and Barcelona are both powerful divisions.

But when Chelsea's players and the group of Barcelona people walked into the locker room, they had different expressions.

The Barcelona players all had smiles on their faces, including Rijkaard who had never smiled, especially the Dutchman Ten Carter, who looked at Mourinho with a look of pride .

"What is that retarded man so proud of?" Lin Yi didn't know why, but he always felt that Ten Cate's face was very flat. If Mourinho hadn't stopped him last time, Lin Yi would have left Lin Yi with his grandson's face shoe prints.

But this time, no conflict broke out in the player tunnel. Although Lin Yi was very upset to see that guy, in such a crucial game, he was not in the mood to be disciplined for such a guy.

But Lin Yi can imagine that there must be laughter in the Barcelona dressing room. Don't look at it as just an equalizer. For them, such a tie is tantamount to choking the lifeline of Chelsea.

Although the game is not over yet, after surviving the bombardment of the ten minutes just now, the Barcelona people seem to relax a lot at the moment. For them, there are still 45 minutes left in the game.

As long as they survive the second half, Chelsea must be eliminated. The initiative of the game has now returned to the side of Barcelona. Such a situation is unimaginable in the first 10 minutes of the game.

But they did it, especially when Ronaldinho was off the field and thousands of Barcelona fans were chanting his name like they usually do at the Nou Camp.

Although many Chelsea fans were unhappy with the yelling of the Spaniards, but looking at the damn score, they couldn't mute all the more than 8000 people, and this noisy voice was still spreading.

But fortunately, at least this is not the Nou Camp. Although Barcelona can win applause and shouts, before the Chelsea team walked into the player tunnel, all the Chelsea fans were singing the team anthem, encouraging each of them.

"Hey, our angel, cheer up, we will definitely win this game!", Lin Yi can still remember the words that a fat Chelsea fan shouted at himself on the edge of the guardrail.

Although Lin Yi didn't respond to him at the time, but before he walked into the player tunnel, Lin Yi turned around and looked at the score on the big screen. The number of [-] to [-] looked a bit harsh at the moment, but his fists were already clenched.

Unlike the elated expressions of the Barcelona team walking into the dressing room, there was silence in the Chelsea dressing room.

There is no way not to be silent, and the opponent pulled two goals in a row with a two-goal lead. This result is even more depressing than being tied at the last minute by the opponent in the first round away. After all, Stamford Bridge is his home court.

But on this field where they have never lost, they are now facing the danger of being eliminated.

On the damned night, the Brazilian ruined everything with his own individual performance, Chelsea's record of never conceding two goals at home was broken, and the guy pushed Chelsea over the edge.

Now the most depressing people are Makelele and Chelsea's defense. They were originally known as the steel defense. This game was played by Ronaldinho, especially Makelele. He has not seen it for a long time. This kind of embarrassing feeling, throughout the first half, he didn't have any idle time, and kept plugging the loopholes with his life.

Even so, the opponent broke the goal guarded by Cech twice, and Makelele was really a little irritable.

Such a depressing atmosphere spread in Chelsea's dressing room, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard between each other. Even Robben, who always liked to chat, felt that he had nothing to say at this time.

Until Mourinho came in, no one in the locker room made a sound, and everyone lowered their heads in front of the wardrobe.

Mourinho is not surprised by the performance of the players. After all, Chelsea have not encountered such a difficult opponent so far this season. This is the first time that such a reversed situation has appeared.

But Mourinho doesn't think this is too bad a situation. After all, there are still 45 minutes in the game, and they still have a chance. It's not that those Barcelona people have already landed in advance, and they still have to play with the game.

"The players I have brought out have never lowered their heads, so, at this moment, I ask you to raise your heads."

The first sentence Mourinho said was to let these beasts look up and stop moaning so much.

What this guy said was like an order, and the group of people who were silent just now all looked up.

Brito, who had been helpless in the face of this scene just now, could only sigh from the sidelines that this team had to be directed by his old partner, because he could gather this group of guys together with such a simple sentence.

"There are still 45 minutes in the game, the score is two to two, we have the same chance as the Barcelona people, we have a 50.00% chance, yes, now they have the advantage of away goals, but don't forget, this is our home game Playing the game, we are very familiar with everything here, the grass, the air, even the shouts of the fans."

"I think you should have seen the smiles of those Barcelona players before they walked into the dressing room. They thought they had won. On our territory, it is a shame for our opponents to laugh like this!"

Mourinho inadvertently raised his voice, and his voice was like a booster. Brito looked at the group of guys who were still downcast just now, and his eyes began to shine.

Maybe Ten Carter and those Barcelona players should really remember a lesson, that is, stop showing a smug expression in front of a group of beasts, because your expression will really anger this group of crazy desperadoes.

Just like what Mourinho said, this is Chelsea's territory, and they cannot tolerate such a smile from their opponents!
"Half time left, win or lose, it's as simple as that, this is a knockout match, there will be losers, but I hope after 45 minutes, we will boo the Spaniards to leave!"

As Mourinho's old partner, Brito really doesn't know whether this old guy should be a football coach, because this guy's language is always full of strong provocative power, he should really be a politician.

Just such a few short words rekindled the anger of those Chelsea players. Now if the door of the locker room is opened, this group of screaming guys will definitely rush out, waiting for a showdown with Barcelona.

"Damn it! Let those Spaniards look good in the second half! Stamford Bridge is not a stadium they can conquer!"

The two captains, Terry and Lampard, were the first to slap the table and scold their mothers, and the rest of them were also very excited.

Only Lin Yi sat quietly in front of the wardrobe without moving, because he knew that this was Mourinho's aggressive method.

"Why is that guy looking more and more like an old fox now?", but no one could hear him muttering so softly. Although Lin Yi was not so excited, it didn't mean that he would surrender in the second half.

It's a battle between Ronaldinho and him, a fight to the death until someone loses the game.

Lin Yi didn't want to be trampled on by his opponents at the door of his home, so even if Mourinho didn't stir up their emotions so much, he wouldn't let Barcelona's defense have a good life in the last 45 minutes.

Seeing that the effect he requested had been achieved, Mourinho let these guys go crazy for a few minutes.

"Okay, now that you are no longer looking down at the floor, I need some adjustments in the team's tactics."

"Frank, you switched positions with Lin Yi in the second half, and you withdrew to the attacking midfielder position, letting Lin Yi top the striker."

Lin Yi was taken aback by Mourinho's arrangement, what?Let me play forward?Isn't this funny?

As far as my shooting style is concerned, although I scored two goals just now, it was more due to the blessing of breakthrough and passing, not because my shooting has made great progress. Isn’t that uncle dizzy? .

When Lin Yi heard Mourinho's tactical adjustment, he was a little confused. Not only him, but everyone else was a little confused, especially Lampard. He didn't know what the purpose of this arrangement was. .

Although Lampard didn't have many chances to attack the goal directly in the first half, he used running and dragging to make Puyol exhausted.

Gudjohnsen and Robben have such ample room for movement, that is because Lampard is wandering around the penalty area, and he has stirred up the defensive level of the Barcelona pair with his non-stop running.

At this time, he was switched to the front midfielder position to organize the attack, not to mention whether his passing skills were stronger than Lin Yi's, and he dared to say that he was definitely better than Lin Yi in terms of physical confrontation ability.

After all, the closer you are to the goal, the more frequent that kind of physical contact will be, and the stronger the confrontation will be. Lin Yi's small physique really may not be able to withstand Puyol's fierce collision.

But Mourinho stopped their questioning eyes, and he only said one sentence, "This is a big meal for the Spaniards, and you will be satisfied with the final execution effect."

When this guy said this, there was a cruel smile on his face. . .

(End of this chapter)