After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1011 - 0332 Mourinho’s Egg (Subscribe) _4

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Yeah, you thought it through thoroughly."

Boas immediately took out his phone and dialed.

"Feels like you’re more suited to be the captain than I am."

In the player tunnel, Terry said.

"There’s nothing more suitable, I just don’t want the coach and the team to lose face."

Huang Kaiwen said.

This situation shouldn’t be too serious, after all, many people’s games have encountered accidents.

Unlucky ones are a different story.

...

The second half kicked off again.

Chelsea’s coaching bench became the focus of everyone’s attention.

A half-time break and Chelsea’s head coach is missing, it’s really hard not to be curious.

The broadcast camera frequently focused on Boas.

In the stands, Wenger was also a bit surprised, how did that bulldog-like Mourinho disappear after commanding for half a game.

Wenger bent over and shouted: "Pat, has Mourinho been sent off by the referee?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Haven’t heard, don’t know what’s going on."

Assistant coach Pat Rice said.

Wenger straightened up, one hand in his pocket, brows furrowed.

Not seeing Mourinho makes him feel a bit uneasy.

Could that guy be plotting something?

Both sides on the field have not yet entered into the game state.

Arsenal mainly because they’re behind and their head coach is in the stands, they didn’t get any effective adjustment plans at the break.

As for the Chelsea players, their minds are full of Mourinho’s eggs.

After a period of quiet, Arsenal started singing loudly again.

This time they’re singing "Go West."

The meaning of this song has constantly changed, now it’s a World Cup song.

But in the 90s, when the Soviet Union dissolved, this song was used to call them to the West to "enjoy a peaceful life."

The counter from Stamford Bridge remained "We Are the Champions."

No matter what Arsenal fans sing, Chelsea are the champions.

In the 62nd minute, Fabregas once again brought the ball up from the backfield, he forced a breakthrough past Minero and passed to the left flank.

Nasri after a series of moves on the left flank got rid of Ferreira and sent a long pass, van Persie suddenly made a forward jump in front of the goal, this time van Persie didn’t control it well, the ball flew towards the right baseline, Fabregas tried to save it from the right side of the small penalty box but failed.

Terry and Ramos instinctively looked towards the sideline.

Only when Mourinho wasn’t there did the two breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey!"

Cech clapped his gloves and shouted: "Stop being funny, okay? That Dutch kid outjumps the two of you?"

"Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention this time."

Terry said.

Cech raised a finger, signaling there shouldn’t be a next time.

Then he went to the sideline to ask the ball boy for the ball.

Cech took the goal kick, as Ramos took the ball forward by himself.

Today he’s been doing a lot of the work bringing the ball out from the back.

Mikel proactively vacated the center lane, trailing behind to cover for Ramos.

After a quick observation, Ramos immediately raised his right foot.

Bam—

The ball flew over 60 meters in the air towards the right side of the front, Huang Kaiwen adjusted his position running for it, when Gallas rushed in from the side and crashed into Huang Kaiwen.

The simplest way to prevent being passed is to deal with the dribbling player.

Boom—

Stamford Bridge Stadium resounded with boos.

Boas rushed directly to the sideline shouting: "Did you see that, it’s murder, murder!!! Isn’t that a red card offense..."

The fourth official’s eyebrow twitched continuously.

Never thought that with Mourinho not here, his assistant coach could still be this troublesome.

"Hey hey, there’s a clash between both sides, Ramos is really fast."

"Coach Zhang, didn’t you feel that overall, Chelsea isn’t as fast as Real Madrid."

"Hmm, it seems to be true, Real Madrid gives me the feeling that they’re all ready to fight, as soon as Huang Kaiwen goes down, they rush in. But look at Chelsea players, they’re a bit more civilized than Real Madrid’s, Real Madrid players, whether you explain or not, they just start fighting."

"Yellow card, nothing to say about it."

"Huang Kaiwen gets up and mediates, oh, there’s a kid running into the field, he’s grabbed the ball, Arsenal fans in the away stands are covering for him, they won’t let Chelsea take the free kick."

Because fans rushed into the field, the match was forced to pause.

Only after the ball was retrieved did both sides’ players stand at the foul spot preparing for the kick.

"Kevin, you do it."

Deco said.

"You do it, give it to Sergio."

Huang Kaiwen said, covering his mouth.

Previously at home playing Pro Evolution Soccer with Ramos, Huang Kaiwen scored a tactical free kick from this position, he believes Ramos will surely understand his intention.

Deco nodded and stood at the foul spot.

Once Arsenal players set up the wall, he took a short run-up and lightly tapped with his right foot.

Thud—

The ball went directly to the onrushing Ramos.

Standing in front of the penalty area, Arsenal players hurried to move, each finding their defensive position.

Concentrating in the penalty area easily allows the opponent to find opportunities on the flanks.

They dispersed.

Rushing to the edge of the penalty area, Ramos made a quick lateral pass to the middle.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly burst forward, showing such explosive power in an instant that Alexander Song didn’t react, standing stupidly on the spot watching Huang Kaiwen dash toward the penalty area.

"I got it!"

Clichy shouted as he dashed towards Huang Kaiwen.

This time he reacted quickly.

Zulu and Gallas steadfastly guarded in front of the penalty area.

Arsenal’s defense looks solid as a rock.

Thud—

Huang Kaiwen raised his right foot and clipped the ball under the side.

The originally horizontally rolling ball jumped up, flew past Clichy’s left side, as Huang Kaiwen accelerated past Clichy’s right side.

Such a person-ball separation move left Clichy dumbfounded.

Completely unsure whether to chase the ball or the man.