On October 25, 2007, this was a day that was enough to be recorded in history in Qin Tian's career, and it was still talked about by fans in the years since Qin Tian retired. This day was Qin Tian's first fight with a wealthy team, and it was also the battle of origin for Qin Tian's nickname "Giant Killer".

The game started at 19:45, and there were two hours left before the game. There were already dense crowds of people outside the Stamford Bridge Stadium. The excited men were venting their extra energy in front of the square. However, the two blues were clearly distinguished, each occupying one side of the square. However, the local blue trend was like a huge torrent, and Schalke's blue was like a light boat in the ocean bumping up and down, but it was still breezeing against the wind and waves.

At this moment, Wang Xiao was looking for a parking space outside the Stamford Bridge. During the war, the surrounding area of ​​this land had been blocked. Finally, Wang Xiao spent 30 euros to find one 3 kilometers away. It was so fucking dark. Wang Xiao, a reporter from Football News, suddenly became the editor-in-chief's favorite. The editor asked Wang Xiao to do his best to keep an eye on Qin Tian and master all the exclusive information, so Wang Xiao naturally could not let go of games like Schalke's fight against Chelsea.

In the player channel, Qin Tian felt that his breathing was much faster than before, and his body was trembling slightly. No matter how he comforted himself and had to calm down, there was always an undercurrent in his heart that he could not vent. He even felt that he was in good condition today. Stamford Bridge was the first mountain I conquered.

"Boss, do you think we will win today?" Qin Tian calmed down a little and asked Kulanyi standing in front.

"We must win! I still have to see the naked running. Qin Tian must be successful today." Kulanyi patted Qin Tian's shoulder with her big hands, "Strive to score a few more goals so that the reporter can run a few more laps naked."

"That's right, Qin Tian, ​​we fully support you today," Ozil and others winked.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, the team wins is the main business."

At this moment, Randall and Will in the stands were ready in the commentary seat early.

"Hi Will, today's two strong collisions, which team do you prefer?"

"Landall, I think Chelsea has more opportunities. After all, no matter which aspect is compared, Chelsea is better." Will feels that Schalke is a little bit worse, and this is at Stamford Bridge.

"Haha, I heard that there was a bet between Eisenberg and Schalke in Munich before the game. Do you know?"

"Oh, you're talking about the naked run? Haha, I have to say that Eisenberg's bet was too cunning, knowing that neither Chelsea nor Bremen are weak teams."

"I don't think so. Instead, I feel that Eisenberg shouldn't have made this bet. You don't believe it, let's take a look."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, both players have appeared, let's take a look at Chelsea's lineup. Mr. Munirio ruled out the 451 formation today, and it seems that he is going to fight for the midfield. The goalkeeper is Cech, and there is no doubt that Ashley Cole, Carvalho, captain Terry, Bridge, midfielders Essin and Lampard dragged behind, Barack was in the center, and Joe Cole and Marklele on the wings, with strange positions. There is only Drogba on the forward line."

"Then let me introduce Schalke's lineup today. I heard that Jones, Rakitic and others have been unlocked by Sloka. I wonder if there is a starter today. Goalkeeper Neuer, today is also a conversation between two outstanding goalkeepers, Neuer and Cech. On the back line, Rafinia, Boden, Kristagic, Rodriguez, veterans, midfielders Ernst, Kobeashvili, Qin Tian, ​​Barrera, Baila Movich, Ozil, and Kuranyi on the forward line. Haha, I didn't expect that the two head coaches would think of going together today, competing for the midfield, which is interesting."

Munirio smiled knowingly and glanced at the coaching seat on the other side, "It's interesting. Does he think his midfield can beat my midfield?"

With the referee's whistle, the game officially began. Chelsea kicked off first, and with the advantage of home court, he attacked Schalke's goal. It can be seen that Chelsea is very excited.

In the 11th minute, Barack received a pass from Jokore's breakthrough on the wing and shot low and coldly. Neuer stood very accurately and knelt down and hugged the ball. Schalke fans who came from afar applauded.

"It seems that Schalke played a little tightly after the opening game," Randall frowned, a little unsatisfied.

"This is normal. After all, when facing a team like Chelsea, who can't be nervous?"

Soon, Chelsea won another corner kick, Barack assisted, and the passing of the ball was of high quality. Marklele and Essin both jumped up in the penalty area, defeating Boden and Christagic. Essin, who dragged a little behind, headed the ball very fiercely, and Neuer saved it with one hand.

Seeing the goal being repeatedly threatened by the opponent, Sloane Ka was not able to sit still. "Borden, strengthen the targeting, Christagic defended fiercely." Sloane Ka looked very anxious today, and he couldn't blame him, after all, his opponent was Munirio.

In the 29th minute, Chelsea's Drogba won a free kick with 22 yards in front of Schalke's goal.

Barack waited for a whistle and quickly sent out the ball and transferred it to Marklele. Marklele's eyes were aimed at a gap, and he pulled his feet and shot with a shot. His speed and strength were excellent. He hit the post with a bang.

It was Drogba again, who squeezed out Boden and Christagic's double-team with his strong physical fitness, controlled the ball, tapped his left foot, protected the ball with his body, and successfully turned around. He swung his thick elephant's legs and kicked another kick.

"goal!goal!goal!" Chelsea's commentator Xi was very close to Randall and the others. He was excited about the flying field. "It's Drogba again. He took advantage of his huge physical advantage and got the goal first. Obviously, the Schalkes could not resist the attack of the elephant."

The fans of Stamford Bridge were happy, singing team songs and waving team flags with great rhythm. "This is Stamford Bridge, and there is only one blue representative in the world, that is Chelsea."

In the VIP seat, Abu and his wife cheered excitedly, "Cheer to the goal!"

Sloka kicked the grass in annoyance, but the opponent scored a goal, but he didn't look like he was dying. Thinking about how he could not concede the goal when fighting a strong team. At this moment, Sloka thought of something else in his heart, whether he would add a central defender to partner with Boden during the winter break.

Schalke 04, who was scored a goal, kicked it away, especially for the young player. Ozil picked the ball gently, and passed the relatively loose defense, and gently pushed it to Barrera next to him.

Barrera passed it to Qin Tian, ​​and Qin Tian rushed forward with his right foot and pushed it straight to Ozil.

Ozil, who had already started, had a quick speed and a simple fight with Bridge, penetrated the crotch and inserted on the left. Bridge was cleaned.

Ozil, who had rubbed his left foot gently, gently, the ball's route in the air was very strange. What's even more strange was that Cech didn't respond and watched the ball fly into the far end of the goal.

Had it in? Just in it? Ozil seemed to be unimaginable, and he looked confused. What was even more confused was the Chelsea fans in the stands. What was going on? He was so passionate just now that he was tied for no reason, making it look like both sides playing tacit understanding.

The big screen quickly replayed the goal process just now. It turned out that before Ozil started, Carvalho was about to step forward to block it, blocking Cech's vision. Unexpectedly, Ozil chose to shoot directly. Looking at the ball in the net, Cech also looked helpless.

Accident, pure accident.

Then Randall in the stands let out a late roar, "goal! The young Ozil, facing the giants for the first time, the first shot, the ball went in, good boy. Tonight, countless girls will pounce on your bed, huh, you will become famous."

Munirio looked like he was "fucking bad luck" and smashed the drink bottle in his hand to the ground, "Damn!"

The Chelsea players who conceded the goal also became a little frizzy, and their technical movements were even more varied. Barack shot hard outside the penalty area, and the ball was off-limited.

Immediately afterwards, Lampard suddenly made a cold arrow and was blocked by Boden in the penalty area with his body in advance.

Schalke's mentality relaxed after scoring the goal and counterattacked with great enthusiasm. After the opponent shot two times, Neuer quickly threw the ball and launched an attack. Boden passed it to the frontcourt. The ball reached Kobe's feet and immediately passed the ball across the sideline and handed it to Ernst's feet.

Ernst took two steps to dribble, and passed the ball in the middle. Bailamovich headed the ball and reached Qin Tian's feet. At this moment, Qin Tian's expression was much more relaxed than before the game started. His cheeks were breathing rhythmically, and he passed Barak quickly in succession.

Marclayle and Essin dared not be careless, so they both stepped forward to press. Although Qin Tian did not look up, he made a decision in an instant. Before the two men could join in, he just kicked the door.

The ball drew a very high arc and flew towards the goal. Although it was a bit of a surprise to Cech, the master was a master. He hit the ball with a light jump, but suddenly found that the ball in his hand was still spinning, and he was shocked. It was terrible.

Seeing the ball falling rapidly to the ground, Cech was so unchanging, and let the ball hit the ground. She quickly took a step back and her whole body closed together. Sure enough, the ball bounced back onto Cech's calf and bounced out. Cech had a big foot and drove out of the dangerous area.

Well~~The Chelsea fans in the stands exclaimed, and the applause like a tsunami collapse was given to Cech.

"This is a sling shot, a very beautiful sling shot, Qin Tian! Unfortunately, it just didn't make the game. I have to say that Cech's strength is indeed superb. The goalkeeper who is just like this ball probably won't react so quickly." Randall shook his head frequently and expressed his regret.

Kobe Yashvili's ball from Cech in the midfield and frontcourt was a big foot, which was blocked from the sideline by exception.
Chapter completed!