In the final stage of the first half, neither side had any substantial attacks. The few times you went back and forth were rather hasty. Chelsea was a little absent-minded. They should have considered entering the locker room as soon as possible to listen to the madman's arrangements. Schalke cooperated tacitly and did not stimulate the opponent anymore. After all, he would lead by himself, so there was no need to get a knife in his hand.

It seems that everyone left their ideas until the second half. At 1:2, both sides entered the locker room. What will happen in the second half is worth the audience's continued expectations.

"Schalke's No. 27 is a dangerous person. Maybe our Mr. Abu can consider taking him and making up for the team's lack of attack power in the midfield." The diligent Chelsea commentator did not forget to think about the future for the master when he fell behind.

Abu in the VIP room held his beloved cigar but did not ignite it, his eyes became deep, as if the commentator's words left some ripples in his heart. Is No. 27? It's interesting.

"Qin, the goal just now is so beautiful. You kid are not weak at critical moments." Kulanyi likes this guy so much now. He is capable, motivated, passionate, motivated, and has a lot of brains. He just hopes that he can take over the Schalke flag in his hand.

Qin Tian smiled foolishly and let his teammates rub his hair.

"Young guys, I did a good job in the first half." Sloka was full of spring breeze. Being able to score a goal at Stamford Bridge was a huge victory, let alone scored two goals, not to mention that he was still ahead by himself, it was great. "Don't be careless in the second half, do a good job of defense first, and then slowly draw it. Young guys, train them hard for me."

Aww~There are wolves in the locker room, and the words that make people imagine.

At the beginning of the second half, neither side made any personnel adjustments. After 15 minutes of adjustment in the midfield, Chelsea was a giant team after all, and a short blow could not defeat them. The players quickly recovered and continued to put pressure on Schalke 04's goal, and the offensive was thunderous for a moment.

Marklele's position was adjusted to the midfielder, and it seemed that he formed a double tower with Essin to protect the rear. Lampard moved forward. It seemed that Mourinho wanted to release him, use his long-range shooting ability to strengthen the attack power in the frontcourt and break the deadlock on the court. After all, since the World Cup in 2006, Barack's condition has been average.

Ashley Cole frequently used his excellent assist ability to pose a huge threat to Schalke on the right side, running and living delicately under his feet. For a moment, Schalke's left side was in a panic.

In the 51st minute, Ashley Cole got a free kick opportunity with an excellent position for the team, close to the right side of the penalty area, and can directly hit the goal or choose to pass the ball in the penalty area, creating chaos.

Lampard, Barack and Drogba gathered in front of the ball. After some discussion, Drogba ran back to the penalty area and communicated with Essin and Marklele in the penalty area. The three of them were all good headers. Is Chelsea going to pass the ball?

"The two best free throwers at Chelsea are standing in front of the ball. They just talked to Drogba. It seems that Chelsea is going to choose Drogba's header, or is it just an illusion?" Randall muttered alone, "Will, what do you think?"

"The angle of this ball is actually quite good. It is not difficult for Lampard to shoot directly. It is just facing Neuer. How to choose the angle is a problem." Will frowned. He was not sure how to deal with this ball. He always felt that it was not that simple. "I always think that Schalke 04 cannot be careless in the defense of this ball."

"Let's pray for Schalke." Randall's tendency is too strong.

At the free throw point, Barack began to run, and then a blue figure quickly passed the ball. In front of the goal, Neuer was not confused by the opponent's fake moves at all. Humph, Barack must be the one who kicked the ball.

Sure enough, Barack raised his feet and made a "bang" sound, and the sneakers and the ball had an intimate contact, and walked out of a flowing route in the air, passing directly to the penalty area, passing the ball!

In the penalty area, Drogba's huge body was quite eye-catching. He pushed his shoulders and his upper body savagely away Boden. Because there were two great gods Essin and Makrelai in the penalty area, Schalke naturally could not miss them, but it was obvious that Brogba alone could not stop Drogba's jump.

As expected, Drogba jumped gently, aiming at the direction of the ball falling. With a headshot, the ball did not turn towards the goal, but fell in the blank area on the other side.

A blue figure rushed over like lightning, it was Lampard!

In front of the goal, Neuer saw Drogba grab the ball, and his legs suddenly exerted force and rushed towards the direction of the ball flying. Neuer, who was still in the air, found that he was still fooled. The three heavyweight players in the penalty area were all pretense, damn it.

Lampard faced the ball and shot hard with a strong low shot. The ball, which was hit by a heavy hammer in the penalty area, was hit by a row of high-speed rail. A torn sound of breaking through the air came from the air, and flew towards the goal, rubbed the crossbar and entered the net, shaking.

"goaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal! Lampard from ours, low-altitude heavy artillery. Barack's pass, Drogba's ferry in the middle, and Lampard's ending, perfect! Beautiful! Improper!" The Chelsea commentator raised his head, waved his fists at Randall, accidentally knocked over the hot coffee on the table, flowing all over, the hot commentator screamed, looking so sad.

Randall looked at him disdainfully, "sb!" and said to Will, "I have to say that this coordination is very classic, and all three steps are indispensable, including Barack's precise pass, the excellent heading ability of the middle receiver, and then the player's shot in the end. Well, it's indispensable. It's very tacit understanding, I just don't know who formulated it."

After scoring the goal, Lampard, Drogba, Barack and others hugged each other and ran back to the midfield with a chat and laugh. It seemed that the goal was so simple, like eating and drinking water.

Munirio looked back and forgot the direction of the VIP seat. Abu was holding up brandy and cheering, "Good job, crazy!"

Accompanied by the tsunami-like celebration of Stamford Bridge, Mourinho turned his head and muttered to himself that the Russian nouveau riche was putting himself in greater and greater pressure during this period.

In the 62nd minute of the second half, the coaches of both sides adjusted the players on the court at the same time. This period of time was a test for both sides. In a stalemate, whoever makes mistakes first will be doomed. Mourinho replaced Bridge with Shepchenko, Pizarro replaced Carvalho, Terry was in the center on the back line, and Marklele went to the defender position on the other side, three forwards, the madman was the madman, and he was desperate to take a bet!

Sloka doesn't seem to be a conservative person either. Asamoa replaced Kobeashvili, Rakitic replaced Jarera, one striker and one midfielder, no matter how you look at it, they are all substitution adjustments in the competition.

Mourinho smiled without saying a word, still complaining in his heart, feeling awesome! When he walked to the sidelines, he turned into a single palm and waved forward, Chelsea's giant chariot moved. The foundation and energy of the wealthy family lies in that once all the components are operated, the power of the explosion is terrifying.

Joe Kerr, who had been confused for most of the time, seemed to wake up from his sleep. His bicycle steps were as bright as Denilson, and he shook Asamoa, who was defending him, and at this moment, Joe Kerr was like a god of war after being lifted from ban. His movements were wild and elegant. After a long pass, he was just a long pass.

An unguarded vacuum appeared on the left.

"Beautiful transfer, Joe Cole, resurrected, excellent vision. Schalke's defense is in a panic, this is our opportunity." The Chelsea commentator stood up excitedly, and was about to demonstrate to Randall again. The old Randall enthusiastically raised the coffee and shook it at him. The Chelsea commentator sat down with lingering fear. I don't care about you, but instead cared about the situation on the field.

In the stands around, Chelsea fans clapped rhythmically, "Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing! Essing!" Everyone saw hope of taking the lead again.

"Stop him", Boden directed his teammates in the middle, and Rafinia rushed up.

Essin stopped the ball on his chest, removed the ball with his left foot, protected the ball with his body, and activated his legs. It has to be said that although he was nicknamed Big Buffalo, his speed was not slow at all, and his movements were quite flexible, and he rushed towards Rafinia.

Rafinia felt like she was being run over by a heavy truck. A gust of wind passed by her ears and half of her body was numb. Looking back, Essin was already two meters away. How could Rafinia give up? She gritted her teeth and chased after her again.

Essin suddenly stopped suddenly and stepped on the ball with one foot, facing Rafinia's impact, and the two collided directly. Rafinia took a few steps back without any surprise. She was so hard.

Essin smiled wickedly, I'm more than my body. I can't kill you. The referee signaled not to foul, and to bump into it reasonably.

Essin continued to take two steps and then passed the ball. Confidence does not mean blindness. The ball was given to Marklele, who was inserted. It has to be said that Chelsea's defenders seem to pay more attention to offense than defense.

Maklale's feet were much better than Essin, and the ball flew freely under his feet like an obedient elf. Christagic's shovel was very fierce, but it did not work for Maklale. He just turned around gently and passed Christagic.

"I turned around and passed by. Marklele shot. The beautiful arc has a good charm of the Chinese in the first half, but this time I became Neuer in panic," the Chelsea commentator was very proud.

Neuer, who had never expected the opponent to suddenly take off, stood a little forward, estimated the landing point of the opponent's ball, took a few steps back, and hit the ball out like a volleyball with one hand.

Suddenly, Neuer felt dark before his eyes, and a huge and familiar figure jumped up in front of him. Who is it?

Shepchenko!
Chapter completed!