[Football] Anti-system

This is obviously the Champions League but it looks like the focus of the Premier League. The battle came as scheduled.

The major sports betting companies are not optimistic about Chelsea's comeback in this game.

The 1:3 ending of the first leg put Chelsea in a very unfavorable ending.Chelsea need to score at least three goals at Old Trafford if they want to win.

At Old Trafford, with a lineup lacking Carvalho and Ballack, they had to break through Van der Sar's Wuzhishan at least 3 times before they had any hope of winning.

When the hope of the Premier League title becomes slim, the Champions League will be the most important battle remaining for Chelsea. This battle with Manchester United will also be the focus of the Blues in the next week.

But at the same time Manchester United also breathed a sigh of relief, the Champions League is also their most important game.

This game is extremely important for both sides.

When the Chelsea team arrived at Old Trafford on the bus, the boos surrounding them were even more terrifying than the previous game.

Everything here is telling them, want to take another win from Old Trafford?

Don't think about it.

What color is the sky in Manchester?

red.

The sky above this coastal industrial city has always been filled with the smell of gunpowder and war.

Manchester United fans came from all over the UK to shout loudly on and off the pitch.

They sang the Manchester United anthem in unison, trying to intimidate the London crowd.

My ears hurt from the noise... Scorpius rubbed his ears as he walked.

Think I'll have to sneak earplugs in my ears next time.

Today's weather is still a bit dull.

At 18:30 local time, the Chelsea team has already sat in the away dressing room to make final preparations, and there is still almost an hour before the official start of the game.

At such times, not making mistakes seems more possible and more attractive than being good.

Scorpius is putting sports tape on his thigh with his head down, and there is no doubt that this will be an uphill battle.

He had a hunch that this game would definitely be dragged into overtime, and he must pay attention not to be dragged into a penalty shootout by Manchester United.

If it goes to a penalty shootout, Chelsea will be finished.

Chelsea hardly practice penalty kicks in team training, and there is only a small chance that the game will be dragged into a penalty shootout. Mourinho believes that practicing penalty kicks in usual training is a bit of a waste of time.

Scorpius didn't count on penalties either.

The penalty kick is the real bet, not on himself, but on his teammates and opponents.

If you don't want to be dragged into a penalty shootout and don't want to die, it means that Chelsea must score at least 120 goals in 3 minutes.

Do you want to say that Scorpius has confidence?

He did not.

Before the game, he had to persuade himself: the number of people who die in car accidents every day is not a small number. Compared with them, he is already very lucky.

It's hard to dance on a tightrope to win this game.

But it's not hopeless.

Everyone's expression is not good.

After all, Chelsea is behind Manchester United, and here is Manchester United's devil home.

Frankly speaking, even though they cheered countless times before the game, they still didn't have much confidence.

Injuries prevented them from cooperating as well as before.

The yellow card on his back also makes people feel constrained.

Once the invisible bomb explodes, it becomes a sinner in the team.

Even Terry was at a loss for words and didn't know how to encourage everyone.

Especially knowing how low Chelsea's odds are.

Scorpius raised the corners of his lips to show a faint smile, and patted Terry on the shoulder: "We are just facing two situations, captain, win or lose. So don't worry, our chances of winning It's half of it."

His words made everyone laugh.

The question of probability is like a joke on the court.

Chelsea are willing to bring another miracle at Old Trafford.

Mourinho did not expect the atmosphere to be more relaxed than he had imagined when he pushed the door open.

It's good and he wants the players to keep it that way.

However, he would never let go of the encouragement he should do before the game.

This time his words were much less than before.

The Portuguese smiled and said: "You are creating a history that can be remembered by future generations."

Decades from now, perhaps the players sitting here will stand in front of the TV, pointing to the blurry game scenes, and expressing emotion to their children and grandchildren.

This is the regret in his life.

Or, it was the happiest moment of his life, and they kicked those people in the ass hard when everyone thought they were going to lose.

The players sat up straight involuntarily.

They don't need to think so much, they just need to know that they don't want to leave regrets in this Champions League semi-final.

Even if you lose, you must be upright, and you will be convinced when you lose.

But not reconciled, after all, it seems that there is only one step away from the Champions League final and the king of Europe.

Mourinho's gaze scanned the expressions on each player's face.

Every player on this team was not a big-name star, and none of them were the best in the world.

But he led them, and they moved forward step by step together.

He is the most special one.

The same goes for this team.

He looked at his disciples with satisfaction, from hesitation, hesitation, self-doubt to self-encouragement, each of them had high fighting spirit on their faces.

…only one person is different.

Scorpius hung his head, fiddling with the patch on his thigh.

With an expression like he was thinking about something, the black patch was torn off and then glued on again.

Obviously in a daze.

"Scorpius?"

Mourinho raised his eyebrows and called out the teenager's name.

The eyes of the whole team then focused on the young general sitting in the corner.

Lampard next to him bumped his arm with his elbow without a trace.

Scorpius quickly raised his head and replied loudly, "I'm here, boss."

Mourinho looked at him.

I don't know how he and he got to where he is today. In fact, he has never liked young players.The performance of young players is always like a lonely float in the ocean during a storm, wobbly and very uncertain.He prefers more experienced players.

But look at those eyes.

Those brilliant, alluring violet eyes.

It's as if you can see the tenacity of Scorpius.

This guy is different from other young players, he is not a likable guy.

He doesn't have a low-level background that makes people feel closer, he comes from a wealthy family, and he is endowed with talent, so people feel that he has obtained all these easily.

He doesn't have a gentle and humble attitude, and even more often he looks very cold.He rejects people thousands of miles away and is unwilling to open his heart to others, so people think he is arrogant and prejudiced in his heart.

When he saw him for the first time, he felt that he might not be suitable for the green field.

But football is something that is sometimes very simple to say.

It is as simple as peeling off all the characters on the surface of all the players, and inside all the bodies running on the green field is a hot heart that is constantly beating violently for that little black and white shadow.

Love cannot be deceived.

It's like a star that burns the flame of the soul, even if it gradually forgets the original intention and the initial happiness in the hard work.The flame will still burn in an invisible corner and emit a faint light.

Mourinho smiled and asked, "How many goals do you want to score?"

The entire away locker room seemed very quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Scorpius.

This is a strange question.

Scorpius couldn't help but look at the expressions on the faces of everyone around him, who were quietly waiting for his answer.

It's as if his words determine how many goals they can score in this game.

The heart was pounding.

Let's just say they have to take the win from Old Trafford anyway!

Scorpius raised his chin, his face full of determination: "3!"

Mourinho nodded with satisfaction, and looked at his disciples: "Did you hear that?"

He raised his hand and made a "three" gesture: "Then let him score three!"

Three goals.

Take away the win.

hat trick.

It directly overwhelmed Ronaldo and Rooney in the scorer list.

The Chelsea players all laughed.

But this is not a mockery, but a confident and mocking smile.

It might sound absurd.

Who made their head coach a "madman"?

Give it a try then.

People seem to like to see the battle between red and blue more.

The collision of red and blue is so vivid.

Standing in the tunnel with the Manchester United players once again waiting to get on the pitch.

Scorpius found that three times in a row he encountered this team, and they all wore their proud home team uniforms.

Of course, the whole Chelsea team is like this.

He was still standing behind Lampard, surrounded by his double teammates like a cabbage.

What sounded on the field was "Maerroad", an adaptation of the popular country ballad "tryroad".

As he listened, he leaned against the wall and mentally adapted all the lyrics of the song into "Stanford Bridge".

The whispers of the players were mixed with the rustling of cloth and the sound of small footsteps.

Scorpius didn't care.

He was thinking about how to change "road" to "bridge" so that the singing still rhymed more naturally.

Scorpius also knows a cold knowledge, this song has been regarded as a confession divine comedy many times.

The most familiar part of the original lyrics of "tryroad" is: "The road of my hometown~ (tryroad)" "Take me home~ (takemehome)" Don't sing the next lyrics, just follow "okay, okay, Iwilltakeyouhome ".

He was feeling in his heart that he didn't know which ghost invented this trick, when he was suddenly patted heavily on the shoulder.

Startled, Scorpius turned around to find Manchester United's mascot, the red devil, stuck in the middle of the Manchester United team.

It's just that the red devil only wore a hood, and he was still wearing a Manchester United jersey.

Scorpius could only see his front face, not knowing who it was, or even if he was a player or...but.

His gaze casually swept over the red devil's waist, two obvious trouser ropes were hanging down, but they were not fastened.

Oh.

Scorpius chuckled inwardly, but the red devil still grabbed his arm.

The Manchester United players all laughed.

Just in time, the song outside the venue was repeated again: "Manchester Road~" Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and the idea of ​​teasing him suddenly rose in his heart.He hummed: "The road to my hometown~" The person wearing the red devil's headgear probably thought that he wanted to battle his singing skills one-on-one with him before the game.

He also took the opportunity to answer: "Take me home~" Mr. Ronaldo's face hidden under the hood was full of smiles.

Heh heh, this guy Scorpius wanted him to sing and expose him. Who would have guessed that with such a thick hood, it would be impossible to tell who was hiding under the hood!

The voice coming from under the hood was really muffled and it was hard to tell who it was, but Scorpius knew it well.

He raised his lips to show a smug smile, and grabbed the doll's hand: "Okay, I'll take you home."

Little Luo was stunned.

Why doesn't this guy play cards according to common sense? !

The Manchester United and Chelsea players were almost laughing.

Lampard turned back and said: "Then we will take it away, thank you. There are souvenirs after winning the game."

Ferdinand grabbed the shoulder of the "Red Devil": "Who said you won the game, the game hasn't started yet. Are you Chelsea people so smart? You can't take our Red Devils away, why, Scorpius Do you want to go whoring for nothing? Don't give me some..." He rubbed his three fingers together, implying that Scorpius would give some money.

Xiao Luo, who was so grateful to him and thought he was here to rescue him, immediately felt that he had fed the dog with all the expectations he had for him.

With a wave of Ferdinand's arm, he took off the hood viciously and threw it aside.

He gave Scorpius a savage look.

Is this guy always messing around like this!

Lampard quickly turned against him, despising the ugly "mascot": "What, is it Ronaldo? Forget it."

Scorpius leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked up and down at the angry little Luo, not understanding why he was suddenly angry: "Hair is messed up."

Xiao Luo stared at him, snorted coldly, turned his head and scratched his head twice with his hands.

Then she continued to stare back at him fiercely.

The smile on Scorpius' face remained unabated: "What are you doing, are you still angry? Why are you so angry? Obviously you came to scare me, Chris."

"Who told you to call me Chris?"

Aquaman doesn't deserve to be called Chris!

He didn't want this kind of person who invites mascots from other teams to call him Chris!

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