In fact, if I recalled myself, Qin Tian found that this time I watched the game with Jessica on the spot, which was the first time I remembered. I watched it on TV when there was no game, or sat on the bench after becoming a player to watch the performance of my teammates. At that time, my heart kept looking at how I should perform once I went on the court, and I couldn't watch the game with peace of mind.

Today is different. I have beautiful women around me, and I haven’t even made the 18-man roster. The only thing I have to do is wear a blue jersey and cheer up my teammates with the fans around me, and be a real fan, a fan without burdens.

Before the game started, Qin Tian really felt the enthusiasm and madness of the Blues fans on the scene. Although today's game was away, the few fans and Everton fans at home were not weak at all. In order to watch out for this game, Qin Tian was like other fans, wearing glasses, painted the team flag on his face, and some props for cheering on the spot. In addition, the clothes Jessica was wearing around him were very matched with Qin Tian. At first glance, this was an ordinary couple cheering for their beloved team.

After all, if Qin Tian is recognized by the fans and gathered together, troubles are indispensable, and there is also a bit of a sense of overwhelming the host. Besides, Jessica is around him, and he can't stand the enthusiasm of so many fans alone. There is no need to mention how crazy the Ingra fans are on the court. Qin Tian clearly remembers that the last time he went to a community with the team to do an event, the female fans ate tofu the most was himself. He didn't even know who had an untold secret with his "Little Qintian". It was really crazy and enthusiastic. Qin Tian was really "having lingering fear".

Compared to Qin Tian, ​​Jessica, who was sitting among the fans, was still worried. Although this was more like a happy worry, she was also very worried. The English football hooligan left a deep impression on people. Since Jessica came to the UK, no one has come to watch Qin Tian’s game on site. Look at these "crazy men" around, the game has not started yet. The fans saw that they had already started "interaction", and various languages ​​to greet female relatives emerged one after another.

"Relax, Jessica, you look like a helpless little sheep now," Qin Tian smiled in Jessica's ear.

"Look at how ugly the people around you scolded you. I still feel more comfortable watching the game at home." Jessica frowned and grabbed Qin Tian's clothes tightly.

"Don't worry, this is also part of football culture. They are just different in football concepts. Now it's not the past, there will be no excessive behavior. Relax, watch the football, scold what should be scolded, cheer what should be cheered, cheer what should be cheered, and cheer what should be boo, like me." Qin Tian suddenly stood up, "Go and eat shit, Everton's fools!"

"Good scolding, buddy." A strong man next to him patted Qin Tian's shoulder hard.

"Come on Chelsea! Long live Chelsea!" Qin Tian grinned.

Jessica glared at Qin Tian angrily, but her expression was not as nervous as before. The game on the court also began with such noise and shouting. Jessica was like a child and silly shouting with the fans around her, "Chelsea! Chelsea!"

Although Chelsea still has an advantage in the opponent's home court, at least Everton has an advantage in momentum, and the opponent's strength cannot be underestimated, and he has repeatedly become the nemesis of the giants. Today, Chelsea's midfielder has no Qin Tian's threading thread, but Lampard has completed this job well. In addition, Essin's active running from the midfielder, Chelsea held a solid grasp in the first 10 minutes, while Everton set up defenses in his half and actively snatched the ball.

But Chelsea scored the first goal. In the 13th minute of the game, Lampard broke through in the middle and faced the double-team of two players. When he was about to form a siege, he shot with a fake move, but actually shook his ankle and cleverly picked the ball to Drogba in the penalty area.

After Drogba took the ball with his back, he quickly turned around and got rid of the back's entanglement. After swaying past the opponent's central defender very flexibly, facing the third player Everton, he suddenly shot low. Because the goalkeeper was blocked by his teammates, when he saw the ball, the ball was already in front of him and entered the net without any obstacles. The score became 0:1, and Chelsea took the lead away.

"This Drogba is really amazing. The stop-off and turned away was very smooth, and he did not get any impact on his figure at all." Jessica is not aware of nothing now. She is just watching the handsome guys on the court, and she is also talking about football.

"Of course, don't look at his height and big horses, I think his movements are inflexible. In fact, his physical fitness is as terrifying as football skills. There is a movie called "a big guy has great wisdom" describes such a talented player. But I think what he should thank most is Mourinho. It was him who successfully inspired Drogba's football talent," Qin Tian smiled. Of course, he understood how great his ability was for his teammate Qin Tian.

"How about he compares to you?" Jessica smiled mischievously.

"This question is really a difficult question, and I am not the same type as him. From the accuracy of shooting and the sense of smell in front of the goal, Drogba undoubtedly surpasses me, but he is not as good as me in terms of footwork skills, overall view, and passing accuracy." Qin Tian thought about it and answered seriously.

"You are quite modest. I know you are the best," Jessica said.

"No, my teammates are really amazing. Just look at the players sitting on the bench. If you get some balls, you are the absolute main players. So why are the balls divided into giants and non-gifts? The depth of the bench can be seen. Of course, the benches between Barcelona and Real Madrid are even more terrifying."

"So how many championships can you win this year?"

"It's another difficult question. To be honest, the champion is of course the more the better. However, there is no problem with the league championship. In the Champions League, our strength still needs to be enhanced. What's more important is to fight against the opponent. The first thing to do is to kill Inter Milan first."

"Inter Milan in Italy, your first opponent in the knockout round?"

"Yes, it is also Mourinho's first time playing against his old club. Haha, this game will definitely be a very exciting game. Mourinho is really a very powerful coach."

"You want to go to his team?"

"Haha, this is a distant question. Now my goal is very single, to win everything I should win for Chelsea. Okay, let's watch the game, and I'll talk about what's going on in the future."

"Yes," Jessica nodded, and the two of them continued to watch the game.

Drogba's goal helped Chelsea take the lead, and the Blues fans at the scene naturally burst into a shocking cry. Qin Tian also wandered around with homemade signs held by many fans who were injured. Most of them were cheering up or encouraging the names of their favorite players. Both Chelsea and Everton were like this.

Qin Tian saw many familiar players' names, of course, some of which said "Qin Tian", which made Qin Tian quite happy. People always have selfish intentions. However, when he saw one of the brands, Qin Tian couldn't help laughing. It was made of cardboard with a colorful background, with a striking statement, "Qin! My parents are not at home tonight", and the board is holding several young blondes. The effect of this combination is obvious.

"Crazy foreign fans", Qin Tian underestimated it in yy, and a sharp pain came from his waist. Looking at Jessica's expression as if nothing had happened, Qin Tian understood that she had obviously seen the billboard.

Just when this little episode happened, the fans cheered again. Qin Tian hurriedly looked at the stadium, but found that Drogba was lying in Everton's penalty area, holding his knees, looking very painful. "This guy is pretending again." Qin Tian curled his lips secretly. As long as he didn't deliberately pedal Drogba's knee, the other players who collided would not hurt first.

Seeing his teammates hit a penalty kick on the court, then Drogba patted his butt and stood up as if nothing had happened. This feeling of watching was really fresh. Qin Tian rarely played penalty kicks. It was not that his psychological quality was not up to standard, but that he felt that such scoring methods were too simple.

There is an exaggerated saying that when you punish a penalty, the goalkeeper is actually like a paper tiger. As long as you are not panicked, you cannot fail to score the penalty kick. Although you don’t know if this sentence makes sense, Qin Tian believes it very much. I remember that when I first learned football, I always couldn’t score the penalty kick, which has nothing to do with my skills. It is indeed a psychological problem.

Under the guidance of the later coach, Qin Tian also worked hard to strengthen his will training. This may be the reason why Qin Tian was unable to participate in the professional league at that time but never gave up. Life is about persistence!

Now that we have played more games and scored more goals, our psychological quality has naturally improved. I remember that in Schalke 04, a key penalty shootout, the head coach asked Qin Tian to play the last one for this reason.

"This kind of ball should be able to get in, but why doesn't Drogba play by himself?" Jessica asked in confusion as she looked at Lampard standing at 12 yards on the court.

"Well, Frank?" It was not what Jessica said. Qin Tian didn't notice that it was Lampard standing in front of the penalty kick at this moment. Qin Tian never doubted Lampard's ability, but Drogba might be more suitable for playing penalty kicks. It was vaguely, Qin Tian always felt that this penalty kick might not be scored.

"What? Is there any problem?" Jessica frowned when she saw Qin Tian's brows and asked strangely.

"Haha, nothing, let's see," Qin Tian shook his head.

While they were talking, Lampard had already set the ball, took a few steps back, and waited for the referee whistle to ring.
Chapter completed!