"Schalke 04 just missed a wonderful lob shot, see how to deal with this sideline ball. Barrera took a few steps back, assisted, threw vigorously, and directly chose to send the ball to the penalty area. Kuranyi jumped high and beat Terry. Is this ball available?" Randall stood up, "What a pity, Cech reacted quickly and pressed the ball under him."

Kuranyi jumped up and headed the ball directly to the bottom corner of the goal. Although Cech was tall, he felt very keen. The ball fell down and directly blocked the ball with his body.

Cech called his teammates forward with big hands, increasing the pressure, and stop letting Schalke get up so easily.

The ball flew to the midfield. Barack, who was holding his breath, squeezed Kobe away with his body. "Beep". The referee signaled that Barack was suspected of collision and awarded the ball to Schalke 04.

Chelsea fans booed, the ball was judged silly, this was at Stamford Bridge Stadium, Damn, the damn referee.

For players, nervousness can easily lead to technical movement deformation, and once it is deformed, there will be frequent mistakes. However, there are situations where players are too excited and can also lead to movement deformation. Qin Tian is trapped in this situation. The foot-hanging gate just now was also his exciting stroke.

Qin Tian wanted to change direction and break through. Seeing that Qin Tian started, Essin, who was lurking like a rattlesnake just now, immediately burst out at the same time. A beautiful tackle broke the ball, and then passed the ball horizontally or the back pass. This was the second time that Qin Tian had been stolen by Essin.

Stamford Bridge booed and applauded, of course, applause was dedicated to Essin, and booed to the embarrassed Qin Tian.

"Boy, don't think about coming from me."

Qin Tian gasped heavily. This old buffalo was really hard to deal with. The first time Qin Tian used his skills but did not throw him away. It was just a gain. Qin Tian found that using his current physical fitness to display his skills was still a little smaller than those superstar players. It seems that the system is still fair. It doesn’t mean that you will be invincible after using it. It seems that he has to work harder, and it seems that he has indeed been a little lazy recently.

"Is that so? Let's see."

Kobeya seemed to have seen something, and he still admired Qin Tian, ​​his teammate, so he ran over and said, "Relax, Qin, just kick it normally." After saying that, patted his butt.

"Don't worry, Kobe, thank you." He gave Kobe a thumbs up and ran slowly, "Essin? Let's start with you."

When Sloka saw this scene, his face suddenly relaxed, and sat on the coach's seat with his legs raised and hummed an unknown song.

"What's wrong, Sloka, why aren't you nervous?" Marisca quipped.

"Haha, it's okay. I saw what I want to see. I think this game is a profit for Schalke 04, regardless of whether it wins or not." Sloka is not worried about Qin Tian's ability and potential, but pays more attention to the accumulation of his experience. Experience confirms what a young player needs and lacks.

Essin! Stamford Bridge Stadium is a touchstone and stepping stone in its player's career.

Qin Tian received Kobe's pass again, and Kobe's wink, "Let's go."

Essin quickly appeared 1 meter in front of Qin Tian, ​​"Trying 100 times will also be a result, boy."

Qin Tian touched the ball forward with his left foot, suddenly pulled it back, and used the left foot to his right foot, and pointed the left foot backwards and exerted force.

"Boy, useless," Essin met, blocked one side of Qin Tianqiu Road, aimed at the next point of the ball with both feet, and decisively shoveled away.

Qin Tian smiled strangely, "You are fooled, Big Buffalo!"

The right foot quickly recycled, and when he clamped the ball with his feet, the whole person jumped up like an elf, suddenly exerted force from his waist, and turned around in the air, barely flying over Essin.

Essin screamed in secret, supported his right hand and jumped up, "Boy, I think beautifully."

Qin Tian hit the ground with his feet, and directly "thunder strike", "war trampling", "wind step", if one doesn't work, I will only come three of them.

"Beautiful leapfrog, amazing speed. Qin Tian got it back in this confrontation. There was a plain in front of him." Randall shouted excitedly, "Run forward!"

It was like the F1 racing car replaced the tires and filled it with oil, and the wind-like speed swept towards Chelsea's goal.

Lampard rushed over immediately, but to be honest, defense was not his specialty. Although he roared and tried to delay Qin Tian's speed, Qin Tian was like an elf in the wind at this time, his movements were stretched and light, like a stream of magma that could not be stopped.

Pull and buckle, gently rub the right instep, and the ball slid across Lampard's right side. Qin Tian quickly passed through his left side with the inertia of his skill.

"The beautiful man ball has been divided, Qin Tian has passed the second person." Randall stood up, and his upper suit had been abandoned by him.

"Stop him, damn it, stop him," Chelsea's commentator roared, as if he smelled the danger in the air.

At this moment, Qin Tian only had the goal in his eyes, so I could score a goal that overtakes.

Seeing Qin Tian break through two Chelsea players, the booing from Stanford Stadium filled the entire stadium.

"Trump, you're just a soft-legged shrimp."

"Damn, yellow-skinned monkey, fuck it!"

"Fuck, do you think you are Maradona? Dead yellow-skinned monkey, clown!"

The fourth referee on the sidelines recorded the game's main case: he suspected that there was a racial discrimination at Stamford Bridge Stadium.

Terry has already set up a defensive posture. As the decisive needle on Chelsea's defense, he has now created Chelsea's last Magino defense line.

Seeing Terry in front, Qin Tian was not happy or sad, twisted his heels and hit the ball to the right. Facing Terry's quick foot, Qin Tian pushed the ball on the ball with his left foot, and then changed directions with his right foot, pulling the ball back, and knocking the ball again, and the ball passed through Terry's crotch.

Qin Tian also rubbed Terry's body like a crab and passed through, controlling the ball under his feet again.

"I passed through the crotch and actually used the crotch to Terry. Huh, veteran Terry must be extremely unhappy now." Randall completely ignored the "hateful" gaze of the Chelsea commentator next to him and talked to himself.

Seeing Qin Tian shook their backbone, Chelsea fans briefly lost their voices. Everyone looked at Qin Tian who was still running wildly on the court, with his wide mouth open and unknown what he was waiting for, waiting for Cech? Yes! We still have Cech, and the Stamford Bridge has regained the noise.

Cech, the Czech goalkeeper, at this moment, Chelsea's last line of defense, I'm here, Qin Tian's eyes have already passed through Cech's body, only the goal.

Cech looked at the yellow-skinned and dark-haired boy motionlessly, and his light swept his progress.

"goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal, great goal, wusa, this is one of the wonderful goals in Champions League history, I'm sure," Randall hugged Will next to him, "Do you believe it? Will, so fucking beautiful."

"Believe, believe, but can you take away the paws that are pinching my neck?" Will coughed a few times and was almost strangled to death. However, looking at the repeated replays on the big screen, Will temporarily put down his grudges with Randall, "Fuck, it's so fucking beautiful, the inverted gold hook, or the inverted gold hook that is directed and acted by himself. I remembered the performance of self-blowing and self-destructing and self-detecting performance in the NBA arena, wusa."

When facing Cech, Qin Tian saw that the opponent's body was more tilted to the right and his brain was running at high speed. The opponent should have deliberately exposed the gap on the left to himself, so I kicked to the side where he was focusing on defense.

"Shockwave", Qin Tian suddenly stepped on the ball, made a heavy cannon on his left foot, and the ball roared towards the goal.

Cech was obviously stunned for a moment, and turned to very angry. The boy was provoking me. Cech immediately jumped to his right, but Qin Tian's ball was excellent in strength and speed.

Cech watched the ball rubbing through his fingertips in a little despair, but with a "bang", he woke up Cech's hope and hit the post. But then Cech in the air saw the No. 27, turned around, soared into the air, and raised his right leg.

Inverted gold hook!

As Qin Tian's physical fitness gradually improved, he used the inverted gold hook at this moment, as relaxed as if he was walking in the garden.

There is no suspense, the ball entered.

After scoring the goal, Qin Tian was very impulsive and ran towards Schalke's fan seat. Facing the thousands of fans present, he picked up the jersey on his chest and kissed the team badge of Schalke 04 deeply. A crystal bead of sweat slid down his cheeks onto the jersey.

Sloka ran out of the coaching seat excitedly, raised his arms, as if he was doing the bodybuilder's movements, and he was another lovely middle-aged uncle.

All the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge Stadium booed Qin Tian in the middle of his teammates. They didn't know why they wanted to boo, but they just used all their strength and were scared? Maybe.

At this moment, the fans far away in the Schalke area hugged each other and jumped excitedly, holding up the wine in their hands, "wusa!wusa!wusa..."

1:2, Schalke led away from home. Looking at the changes in the scoreboard, Munirio's expression changed, and he was no longer as gentle as the beginning. Even Schalke's first goal failed to move him. After all, in his opinion, it was just a balloon of luck, but now it is different. He felt that he underestimated the No. 27, that Chinese!

"Good job, Qin", Kobeya and others gently patted Qin Tian on the shoulder.

"It's better for you to restrain it, otherwise I won't go back and go straight into the middle so smoothly." Qin Tian's usual modesty after scoring the goal.

"Haha, as long as you know, you can treat you after returning to Schalke 2004." Ozil looked like he would not let you go if you didn't invite him.

"Get out", Qin Tian remembered the grief of treating him last time. The salary for two weeks was eaten by this brat alone, and he was still half full, I am the sun!

Mourinho looked at the No. 27 running back, covering his hands with his mouth, "Marklele, Essin, double-team!" He gestured to close the door in his hand.
Chapter completed!