Chapter 116 It's Not that Simple

In the box next to Chu Yunling's position, Dortmund's CEO Watzke, sports director Zorc, Chelsea's behind-the-scenes boss Abramovich, and UEFA President Michel Platini and other big bosses Sitting in the VIP box in the middle, the moment the ball flew into the Chelsea goal, the two bosses of Dortmund suddenly jumped up from their seats, dancing with excitement.

"Michelle, hahaha! We will win, these young people are awesome!"

"That's right, old chap, it's true!"

The two had no scruples. Abramovich, who was sitting on Platini's left, looked so embarrassed that even Platini glanced left and right, he could only smile wryly, and winked at Abramovich: I There's no way, unless you can get one, I can't ruin other people's good deeds, right?

Abu, who turned his eyes back to the field again, became a little gloomy and anxious. He invested so much money in it, but in the end, he will make a lot of chicken feathers?

What are you guys doing! It's time to refuel!

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Now Di Matteo has no choice. After conceding the ball, he made a very decisive choice. He called Spanish striker Torres to the sidelines to warm up, while French winger Malouda walked towards the warm-up area.

Two minutes later, Torres came off the bench to replace Mata, who had been underwhelming. When Mata walked off the court, he just gave Torres a high five and kept his head down. DiMatteo walked over deliberately and whispered encouragement in his ear.

Mata is also lucky. He has just turned 24 years old, and the golden period of his career has just begun, and he has experience in the Champions League final. However, he is young and has to pay tuition after all.

The tuition fee made him very depressed, but Di Matteo did not lose confidence. At least Torres was alive and well when he came on the court. Di Matteo hoped to transmit this positive signal to the court.

The non-aligned substitutions meant that Chelsea's formation changed accordingly, from 4-2-3-1 to 4-4-2, lacking a playmaker, and Di Matteo had to play simple, crude and direct tactics.

Chelsea has such a condition, simple and rude, which is most in line with Drogba's style of play on the striker. This is a tailor-made tactic for him.

Torres has a certain ability to hold the ball. He retreats to respond to Lampard's pass, and then advances with the ball, handing it over to the tactical fulcrum Drogba. This set of operations is not complicated. Hand it over to Drogba. Mission accomplished. The rest is to find space on the front line. As for the rough work of carrying a man against a man, it can be done by Drogba alone.

This is not a trap, this is trust, and Drogba does have this ability.

Hummels couldn't hold him back at all, and Subotic could only defend one side. When Drogba got the ball with his back, he had already judged the positions of the two central defenders clearly. He turned decisively towards the other side where the defensive pressure was less, and his movements were smooth and smooth. He could feel that Hummels' close marking was no pressure for him at all, even though Hummels had already put his center of gravity on it, and he was still dead. Grab his jersey.

"Be careful of Drogba! He wants to turn around, my God, even Hummels can't hold back, it's dangerous to turn around!" He Wei shouted nervously.

"This kind of physical quality, a standard beast, is simply inhuman." Marcel Leff can only marvel.

The nickname given to Drogba by Chinese fans is simply appropriate, the standard Warcraft.

Seeing this, Zhou Tiancheng's eyes froze suddenly. He didn't expect Drogba to live so easily. He knew the strength of Hummels, even he couldn't be so smooth.

Strong, really strong, Warcraft lives up to its reputation.

He could only speed up to Drogba's advance route. Although it was impossible to go back and stop him, he had to fight hard. At this time, it depends on who is more willing to let go, and the fight is on the subtleties.

But the only one who can really interfere with Drogba's front is Piszczek, who is defending. Hummels is left behind, and he dare not make a move easily. It's one thing to eat cards, if it really works,

Hummels absolutely did not hesitate. The point is that he is a little uncertain now. He feels that even if he steps down, he may not be able to overthrow the beast, and it will be really troublesome at that time.

He was trying his best to overtake Drogba, while Piszczek also turned his body sideways. Block Drogba's advance as much as possible. At the same time Subotic is also moving this way.

The center of gravity of the entire Dortmund defense is biased towards Drogba. This is also a big gamble. If Drogba's vision is wide enough and the ball is given to Torres, Subotic will have to pay for his defense.

But this style of play is not the style of World of Warcraft. Drogba's choice is very direct - directly crushing with his body!

At the moment when Dortmund closed the door, Drogba squeezed through with his physical fitness. Piszczek directly bumped into him head-on, was bounced one meter away, staggered back two steps, and almost failed to stabilize. center of gravity.

"Ah—it's dangerous, Drogba's crush!"

In the Chelsea stands behind Dortmund's goal, everyone has stood up, staring at Drogba and singled out Weidenfeller.

When he flicked the ball into the far goal, Chelsea fans found their presence in the pitch for the first time. The surging waves in the stands of Dortmund fans finally calmed down, and the blue heart of winning began to burn.

He Wei couldn't help sighing: "It came too fast, too fast! This is the (climax) (climax) of the Champions League final. Drogba equalized four minutes after Zhou Tiancheng scored. Klopp still played against Drogba. Not enough attention! Although the destructive defense in the first half is not advisable, it turns out that this may be the best strategy."

"Dortmund tried their best. Drogba is not something these defenders can defend, but we still have Zhou, and it is a fool's dream for them to deal with Zhou! Fighting to attack? Come on! Dortmund has never been afraid before!" Marcel Leif Confidence remains the same.

But this game is really not that simple. Dortmund's offensive momentum is fierce, and Chelsea's resilience is also very strong. After all, this is the Champions League final.

In the bar in Manchester, Yang Cheng listened to the cheers from the commentary on the TV. He didn't care about the reactions of other drinkers in the bar. He breathed out softly and said to himself: "Warcraft, really strong!" ! Brother Cheng, come on and fuck him!

Yang Cheng turned the wine glass in his hand, stared at the half glass of wine left in the glass, and drank it in one gulp, his face became flushed, but his energy also picked up.

"Dude, another bottle... no, a dozen whiskeys!" Yang Cheng greeted with a blurred look in his eyes.

PS: The first update in 2019.

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