Green Dragon

Chapter 633

"Coutinho's housekeeping skills are back in the rivers and lakes!"

Zhan Tianjun paused slightly, and raised his voice three degrees:
"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet each other! Liverpool completed the lead in stoppage time in the first half! 2-1!"

"Cutinho's long shot from the left is indeed Coutinho's signature. It is almost as good as Robben's shot from the right!"

Zhang Lu also praised:
"I'm afraid Coutinho would also like to thank his other teammates. If it wasn't for Long Shute and Lallana who helped him attract Chelsea's two midfielders, he wouldn't have been able to get such an easy shot..."

Of course what he said is correct. The advances of Longshut and Lallana gave Coutinho two points to respond to. Ramirez and Mikel naturally had to take care of one and lose the other, and Firmino also Moved closer to the left, and even took Terry out of his own defense zone, so there was no obstruction in Chelsea's penalty area.

It appeared that none of Liverpool's other players had touched the ball in this attack, but at least five were directly responsible for the goal.

This is running without the ball.
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After all, Mourinho was the first to return to the home team's locker room. No one knew how he was feeling at this moment.

But Rogers knew that he felt refreshed!

Of course he respects his former master, but as a disciple, no one wants to live in the other's shadow for the rest of his life!
In the arena of competitive sports, there is no such thing as respecting teachers and valuing teachers!
He was about to wait for the players to rest for a few minutes before blowing the air and tightening the screws, but Long Shute took the initiative to undertake this task.

Just listen to the team leader who is lying on the bench and receiving the service of the masseur while humming and asking his teammates:
"Hey guys, is there anyone out there feeling like I'm out today?"

Central defender Skrtel was the first to raise his hand:
"Diego Costa, this dirty guy... seems to be very quiet today. I thought he would keep provoking me with dirty words, but he didn't even make a move..."

Coutinho also raised his hand in response:
"Eden Hazard and Willian hardly participated in the defense, they left us a lot of space to break through on the two wings."

Right back Klein hesitated for a moment before scratching his head:

"I thought it was because I was in such a brave state today that I froze Hazard..."

Long Shute nodded slightly:
"Well, Chelsea's overall state is quite sluggish. Except for Mikel and Azpilicueta, the other players have no fighting spirit, don't they?"

Looking back at the halftime that just ended, everyone agreed in unison.

Long Shute lay on the chair and spread his hands:
"But... just such a team with a weak morale, no morale, and a sluggish state played so stalemate with us in 45 minutes. It can be seen that our state is not very good, right?"

"Uh……"

A group of people stopped talking, because Mr. Long's criticism was very reasonable.

Only Emre Can, who sat on the bench for 45 minutes, muttered:
"You didn't score a goal..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the German teenager felt as if he was directly pierced by two icy sharp swords!

Interrupting in the big brother's lecture... This must be killing me!
No matter how good the relationship with the boss is, he can't seek his own death like this!
But Long Shute just glanced at him, and continued with the previous lecture:

"Emre was right. I had some scruples in the first half, always worried that Chelsea's abnormal state was a trap carefully arranged by Mourinho, because this is not the first time he has done this."

Those old players who have experienced the second round of Liverpool and Chelsea in the 13-14 season have a deep understanding:

Liverpool that season was already aiming for the league championship, so Mourinho formed a rotation lineup in the game, seemingly wanting nothing or even a draw.

But Rogers fell into his trap. The Red Army soldiers waved their flags, trying to blow the opponent into pieces, but the dream of winning the championship was shattered by the cunning Blue Army!
Long Shute just raised his chin slightly:

"Since we have seen through that they are nothing more than a bunch of waste from outsiders, in the second half... we must not let them be so easy again!"

"Fuck them!"

The two veterans, Skrtel and Lucas, took the lead in responding, and there was a roar in the locker room.

Rogers nodded, expressing satisfaction with the players' self-regulation ability, but after glancing at Long Shute, he still couldn't help but slander in his heart:

Boss, do you think the appearance of you lying shirtless on a chair giving orders... is handsome?
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As in the first half, Mourinho was the first to leave the dressing room.

He seemed to have lost all influence with this Chelsea team, and no matter what he said, the look on the faces of the players was the same.

So he didn't say any more nonsense, and after setting up the tactics, he walked out.

He suddenly looked at every stand of Stamford Bridge with some nostalgia.

Looking at the blue and white seats, there was an indescribable complex emotion in his heart.

He knows better than anyone that his time at this stadium...is numbered.
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"Oh!"

Less than 3 minutes into the second half, Long Shute hit the crossbar with a violent long-range shot, which also declared that Liverpool would not be satisfied with a one-goal lead.

Just 5 minutes later, the red wave came back again. Lallana, Milner, and Firmino fired three arrows at once, breaking the Blues' defense line instantly. Shute dribbled the ball into the penalty area and easily completed the push from between the two central defenders!

3-1!

In the 58th minute, Long Shute dribbled the ball and switched positions with Coutinho. After attracting three defensive players, the captain of the Liverpool field made a horizontal move without greed. The Brazilian magician accepted the gift with a smile. Another relaxed shot from the top of the restricted area, 4-1!

Two minutes later, Liverpool charged again. This time, Long Shute decided to take the ball himself and performed a one-on-one performance at Stamford Bridge. Kerr shoveled to the ground!
The conscientious Mikel received a yellow card, and Long Shute had to limp to the sidelines to receive emergency treatment from the team doctor.

Coutinho, who stayed on the field, did not waste this opportunity. He hit the dead corner of the net with a tricky free kick!

5-1!
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Mourinho's face sank on the sidelines, and his lips could not even see a trace of blood.

He was standing not far from Long Shute, his silver-white hair was only pale in the night sky of Stamford Bridge, and he looked very miserable.

Mourinho glanced at Red Army No. 8, who was being treated by the team doctor, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Before the Chinese who threatened to destroy me personally hadn't fully exerted his strength, Chelsea had already been defeated like a mountain!
Could it be... God is dead to me! -
"I didn't expect that just after 60 minutes of the game, the Red Army in the away game had already assumed the posture of bloodbathing Stamford Bridge..."

Although Zhan Tianjun's voice was very steady, his heart was probably already full of laughter:

"In the first hour, the brightest player on the pitch was not Longute, nor Hazard, but Philippe Coutinho, Liverpool's frontcourt player.

Speaking of this little Brazilian magician, he also has some connections with Mourinho. In the summer of 2008, Mourinho, who was the head coach of Inter Milan at the time, made an official decision to spend 380 million euros from the Brazilian club Vasco da Gama. Bought Coutinho, who was only 16 years old, but due to the restrictions of the Brazilian Football Association, players under the age of 18 were not allowed to transfer abroad. Coutinho was rented back to Vasco da Gama for two seasons. Two seasons later, Mourinho, who won the Triple Crown, entered the Galaxy Battleship, and the relationship between the two was cut off...

But today's game may also prove that Mourinho's vision was not wrong back then, but...it must be very uncomfortable to be defeated by a player he favored! "
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Mourinho is certainly in a bad mood, but his torment is not over yet.

In the 61st minute, Long Shute, who finished simple treatment, returned to the court, and his performance kicked off.

Playing with him is substitute player Emre Can.

Long Shute took a look at his teammate, and the German teenager immediately shivered.

A small theater scene suddenly played out in Emre-Zhan's mind. He felt that the eyes of the dragon boss looking at him definitely had a lot of meaning...

This must be the boss' final test for himself!

This is my last chance in Liverpool!
If the boss is not satisfied, in winter... just get out!
So he gritted his teeth!
So he exploded completely!

"Emre Can made a surprise attack with the ball from the wing! He broke through Zouma's defense! Inverted triangle pass! Long Shute kicked the goal! The goal is scored! 6-1!"

"Emre Can made a cross from the wing! He accurately found Long Shute who was advancing at high speed! A kick shot! 7-1!"

"Coutinho takes the corner! Emre Can's header kicks in! He passes to Longsute! 8-1!"

Zhan Tianjun was almost going crazy. He even forgot the subtle words such as "push the window and look at the moon" and "smoke the Tai Sui" that he could come up with on weekdays. He only used the most basic words to describe Liverpool's Thunder attack...

From 61 minutes to 81 minutes, Emre Can became a bulldog following Long Shute. As long as the ball is passed to his feet, 95% will be directly handed over to Long Boss, even if they are 30 minutes apart. Mi Yuan!

而龙殊特也没有辜负队友的期望，他在20分钟里完成了帽子戏法，将比分从5-1扩大成为8-1。

Coutinho, who has already rested, has red eyes!
I have a saying... I don't know if I should say it or not? !
As a midfielder, there are only one or two hat-trick opportunities in this lifetime...

I originally thought that it was my little cool bird's turn to be the MVP of this game, but you, Long Ritian, dragged an injured leg, and you made four casually? !

Can we still have fun together? !
Just when Coutinho was crazily complaining about Long Ritian, the No. 8 player once again received a cross from Emre Can.

As soon as the football came out, the German teenager couldn't help but raise his hand to apologize to his teammates.

Because the ball was not passed well, the position was neither high nor low, and it was not easy to exert force at all.

But as soon as he raised his arm, he saw that teammate soaring into the air and blasting a sideways volley... blasting the football into the goal guarded by Begovic!

9-1!

Begovic hit the goal post directly!
He cursed frantically in his heart:

Courtois!I CNM!

Why didn't you get injured sooner or later, but why did you lie on the hospital bed when you were playing Liverpool? !

The number of goals I conceded in a game... almost caught up with you last season! -
As the Chinese New Year approaches, I would like to thank all readers for their long-term support.

I wish you all good health and good luck in the new year.

I wish the old wolf to get out of the state of a single dog quickly...

(End of this chapter)