i'm a superstar

Chapter 189 An Unsolvable Player
"This is absolute strength!"

Ancelotti sighed, feeling the slight bitterness in his mouth, and he turned his eyes to the court again.

On the field, Chelsea is still defending. Although they have not been scored by Inter Milan for the time being, the form is also in jeopardy. They were almost scored by Inter Milan on several occasions.

Chelsea's overall disadvantage forced Ancelotti to stand up from the coach's bench and come to the sidelines.

Ancelotti is not a person who can stand on the sidelines and roar wildly, which is against his gentlemanly demeanor, so he has been standing on the sidelines.

After a few minutes, he finally waited for an opportunity, a chance of a dead ball, and Terry was called by him to whisper a few words.

"Ancelotti, what did Ancelotti call the Chelsea captain over?"

"Maybe, maybe it's arranging tactics! On the field, Chelsea has been overwhelmed by their opponents. The situation is not good for them."

After the kick-off again, Chelsea's tactics really changed. Their pressing was strengthened, almost to the point where every ball must be contested.

"Ancelotti is a famous coach! Seeing that the form on the field is unfavorable, he immediately made the players start pressing the whole field."

"Yes, especially the two wings, Chelsea have strengthened the defense of the two wings."

"Is it really possible to strengthen the defense on the side? Inter Milan's penetration in the middle is not bad at all."

"This should be a targeted tactic! Inter Milan's two wings are very active, and they have repeatedly sent crosses of excellent quality. The threat is really great."

The exciting game continued, and the fans in the stands continued to cheer excitedly. To be honest, Inter Milan’s offense was really beautiful, full of beauty and beauty, which made these fans who are used to their short pass coordination feel very fresh , very exciting.

At this time, the game came to No. 20 minutes, and Inter Milan's high-intensity offense lasted for 10 minutes.

"Xiao, it's Xiao from England, no, it should be Xiao from China now. He, he is so unreasonable."

"I have to say that this little man who is only over 1.6 meters is really strong! The ball, the ball seems to be stuck to his feet."

"Yes, Xiao's dribbling is just like Messi's. He is also very fast. Although his body is a bit thin, isn't it suitable for him to play on the wing?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense again. Amidst the commentary voices of the two commentators, Xiao, the Chinese, ran along the left road, passing two people in the middle, and went straight to Chelsea's bottom line.

"Xiao, Xiao who switched to left back this game, he, he made a cross."

"Beautiful, header, it's a header, this time Zhang Han should reciprocate, a header, sent the ball to the back point."

"Yes, it's the back point, there, Balotelli is waiting! He, he kicked the ground and sent the ball into the goal guarded by the Czech Petr Cech."

"Cech, Cech took this ball for granted! He, he thought that Zhang Han would shoot! But he didn't expect Zhang Han to pass the ball, and it was a beautiful header."

"Hey!"

Ancelotti on the sidelines was depressed. Sometimes, the reality is so funny. He has strengthened the side defense, but the opponent took advantage of a side cross to rewrite the score again.

"It's 2:0. In the 20th minute of the first half, Inter Milan has already led 2:0. Could it be that this game is another tragic massacre?"

Listening to the annoying commentary, Ancelotti almost vomited blood, but he swallowed and called Terry to the sidelines again.

"Start plan B, let, keep Mikel with him."

This time, Ancelotti spoke louder. He felt that Zhang Han, who was running strangely, could not be prevented by zone defense. The only way was to let a strong midfielder follow him all the time.

However, before he knew it, Ancelotti was surprised again.

It seems to have been arranged in advance, and the formation on the Inter Milan field has also changed, returning to their regular formation of 4-3-3, and Zhang Han, who was originally at the forefront, also retreated and continued to play Inter Milan's midfielder engine.

"What does that mean? To control the game?"

Ancelotti's head was full of question marks, and he walked around the sidelines in doubt. At this time, Mikel on the court couldn't control so much. He still followed Zhang Han every step of the way. Therefore, another engine of Inter Milan, the Netherlands Sneijder won a large space and repeatedly sent threatening passes, and Chelsea's crisis in the middle began.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

Sometimes, the reality is so funny and dramatic. On the court, Inter Milan has a complete advantage, attacking wave after wave, threatening Chelsea's goal repeatedly, almost overwhelming, but they are always far away from each other. The goal was a hair's breadth away, and Chelsea, who didn't take a shot in the first half, scored a golden goal with just one shot.

"Drogba, the little monster is really powerful. He just poked in the Inter Milan penalty area by himself. It's just that he scored a goal after only getting one entry."

"He scored beautifully, stopped the ball, turned around, and shot in one go. It's almost a shot."

"Zhang's stopping the ball should not be so good! But he is more powerful, and his offensive ability with the ball is more prominent."

"Almighty?"

Drogba's goal didn't make Ancelotti's mood better. He was still staring at Zhang Han, as if his lover was staring at Xi Shi. No matter how you look at it, how do you think it's good!

"Dad, do you feel it? Zhang, Zhang is almost an unsolvable player. Even if you arrange someone to follow him, he can organize the attack calmly. However, he seems to be a little restrained. The running range in this game is small. A lot, has been active on the right." Locke came next to Ancelotti and said.

On the court, Zhang Han quickly proved his incomprehensibility with practical actions.

Just 3 minutes later, he dragged a Mikel behind him, blocked a Ballack in front, and kicked a violent volley from outside the penalty area, and the ball flew directly to Chelsea's goal.

Although Zhang Han's shot missed, it also caused the always stable Czech goalkeeper to let go, and Quaresma followed up with a supplementary shot to make a contribution.

"GOAL!!!, the goal is scored, the goal is scored, Inter Milan will make another 3% and rewrite the score on the field to 1:[-]."

"How is it? Old man, I said what is going on, Zhang has no solution!" Locke, the traitor, said happily.

Ancelotti decided to ignore this kid. He was in his 30s and was still struggling. He returned to the coach's bench and sat down angrily.

In the last ten minutes of the first half, Zhang Han deliberately slowed down the pace of the game, and played a monkey game with Chelsea, which naturally angered the Chelsea players, and the game became more intense.

Seeing that the first half was coming to an end and still trailing by two goals, the impatient Mikel fouled decisively and pulled down Zhang Han who was showing off his skills from behind. Inter Milan, Inter Milan won a free kick in an excellent frontcourt position.

(End of this chapter)