midfield god

Chapter 273 Helpless
Not to mention Redknapp who is distressed here, Mourinho, who is far away in London, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Yunfei would miss the game because of a cold and fever.

Everyone can see that Yunfei is currently Southampton's most important player. Without him, Southampton's frontcourt organization will basically drop by more than one level, which is obvious to all.

Over the years, Mourinho has led the team to challenge Barcelona. He is very aware of the destructive power of this super midfielder. They are the deadliest threat to a team like Chelsea. So Mourinho was very happy to hear that Yunfei could not play.

This season may be the most stressful season since he took office. The team's performance in the league is not stable. Shevchenko's poor performance and Abramovich's interference made him very dissatisfied, but life must continue, and the game must continue. He needs to lead the team to continue to hit the championship, not only the Premier League champion, but also the Champions League champion.

When this focus battle started, Yunfei was lying on his bed, enjoying the gentle service from his sister.

"Come on, open your mouth~"

Zhang Yuwei held a bowl of ginseng soup in one hand and a small spoon in the other, shaking it by Yunfei's mouth.

"Sister, can you be normal, you are so strange?"

Yunfei opened his eyes and looked at his elder sister. For so many years, he had never seen the other party talk to him in such a gentle tone in front of him, and acted like a younger sister serving his elder brother. Where did he begin to act?

Zhang Yuwei bit her lips subconsciously, resisting the urge to get mad, and continued to say softly: "Come, drink."

"Sister, can you be normal, me"

"If I tell you to drink, you can drink it, what are you talking about!" Zhang Yuwei finally couldn't help it, her eyes widened with anger, and her tone was no longer as gentle as before.

At this time, Yunfei obediently drank the ginseng soup in the spoon.

"Hehehe~"

A silver bell-like laughter came from the door, and Zhang Yuwei knew who it was without looking.

"Yuerou, what's the matter, do you have any comments?"

Zhang Yuwei looked at Lin Yuerou with a straight face, and she was almost surrounded by black air.

"No, no, it's okay, I have no objection haha~"

As Lin Yuerou said, she still couldn't help laughing out loud for a year.

This made Zhang Yuwei stomp her feet in annoyance, put the ginseng soup on the bedside table, and said angrily, "Drink it yourself!"

If Yunfei can't guess that these two people bet against him again at this time, he is really an idiot!Yunfei shook his head helplessly, picked up the steaming ginseng soup by himself, and drank it deliciously.

Ever since Lin Yuerou suddenly awakened her "devil" essence, her family has been in a state of unrest every day. How can there be so many things to bet on? I really don't know how they came up with it.

In fact, the bet between the two was very simple. It was to see if Yunfei could bear Zhang Yuwei's gentle tone and actions to serve him as he drank the ginseng soup. Obviously, this was on Zhang Yuwei's life, and when she got along with her younger brother, she had always acted like an old lady. It's no wonder Yunfei didn't feel uncomfortable when you came here suddenly.

At this time, the voice of the commentator came from the TV in front of the bed.

"Originally, this is actually a focus of this round. Although Southampton is only a newly promoted team, they can still rank sixth in the league after 11 rounds of the league.

"It's a pity that Yunfei's sudden illness and Bell's forced rest made Southampton lose their two most advantageous weapons. In this game, as long as Southampton can score one point, it is a victory. The confrontation between two defensive teams has always been boring. I hope this game can bring us some surprises!"

Hearing what the commentator said, Yunfei's face was a little gloomy. It's really not reconciled to miss such a game!
"Do you think your team has a chance to win?" Zhang Yuwei asked casually.

"Maybe you can get a point if you stick to it, but it's hard!"

Yunfei shook his head. If they can get a point against Chelsea by defending, then why would Chelsea win the championship? Besides, Southampton's defense is indeed not solid. Although they have improved compared to last season, their opponents are no longer the British Championship team.

The trend of the game was similar to Yunfei’s expectation. The first 25 minutes of the game were basically Chelsea’s half-court offensive and defensive drills. Ballack and Lampard shot frequently in the frontcourt, threatening Southampton’s goal. This situation continued until No. 207 minutes. Ballack’s powerful blast in front of the penalty area was blocked by goalkeeper Davis. Drogba followed up and scored a goal, helping Chelsea open the scoring. In the 304th minute of the game, Drogba received a pass from Lampard and succeeded in anti-offside. Facing Davis, he calmly pushed and pushed the score to [-]-[-]. Drogba scored twice!

At this time, the camera was given to Redknapp on the sidelines. At this time, the old coach was sitting on the sidelines with his hands crossed, looking as if he was no longer paying attention to the game.

"Perhaps Coach Harry is missing his two disciples at this time. If Yunfei and Bale were here, Chelsea might not dare to press so high, and let their midfield completely lose control!"

Prutton, who got the chance to start this game, faced Chelsea's steel midfielder, and really suffered a lot. Makelele, Essien, Ballack and Lampard, he can't afford to provoke any of them, and none of them is soft. Such a midfield configuration, even if Yunfei is present, must be very careful, let alone Prutton, who was almost robbed into a fool in the first half!
"Although I don't know what will happen if you go up, but I think it must be better than him!"

Zhang Yuwei commented on Pluton's performance seriously, Yunfei couldn't laugh or cry, what he said was really reasonable.

"Plutton is still the old way of playing. He likes to keep the ball under his feet forever. This is not to say that there is something wrong, but it is not very wise to encounter such a midfield defense!"

Yunfei felt that if he was present, Makelele might be a breakthrough. After all, he was 33, and his physical function was still seriously declining. But what's the use of talking about it now, after all, it's just a hypothesis!

(End of this chapter)