After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 974 - 0325 Sky City Chelsea (Seeking Subscription)_2

Pellegrini finally couldn’t sit still any longer, standing on the sideline shouting loudly: "Get back, quickly get back!!! Don’t push the defensive line too far forward."

This was his tactics during his time at Villarreal.

The entire team worked together, even Riquelme was a slightly special member of the team.

That team’s overall defensive speed was very fast, and their defensive line was relatively low, making it hard to counterattack.

This firm defense and quick counterattack, combined with individual skill up front, was one of the reasons for their excellent performance in the UEFA Champions League and La Liga.

But under Capello’s command at Real Madrid, in order to support the whirlwind style led by Huang Kaiwen, they chose Guti, who had quick and precise through balls, as the midfield core. Needless to say about the defense line - it usually pressed forward to assist in attacking.

When unable to breakthrough, there was no need to pass back near the home penalty area.

Now, under Pellegrini’s tactical arrangements, Real Madrid’s defense still habitually pressed forward to cooperate with the front attack.

This made it easy to be countered.

Belletti was dribbling, constantly looking for opportunities.

Seeing Drogba charging onto the defensive line, he decisively sent a long pass with his right foot.

The ball raced from behind the middle line straight to the front of the big penalty area.

Pepe and Heinze both matched up against Drogba, but even in a two-on-one they weren’t relaxed.

In front of the penalty area, Drogba turned, using his body to rely on the two defenders, jumping and flicking his head to send the ball to the right side.

Malouda’s poor ball control knocked the ball forward, instead of chasing after it, he actively dashed into the penalty area.

"Danger, get back!"

Pepe shouted loudly.

Marcelo and Heinze charged towards the ball on the right, but Joe Cole, closely tailing Malouda, was even closer.

Before the Real Madrid defenders could get in position, Joe Cole had already rushed to the ball, slicing a cross with his right foot.

The ball flew past Marcelo’s head towards the center of the big penalty area, Casillas rushed out with a single punch to clear the ball, subsequently colliding with Drogba, falling in the penalty area.

"Whoa, this collision was heavy."

"Drogba seems fine, he squats to check, Casillas isn’t hurt, but getting up he’s rubbing his chest, seems like this one was hard hit."

"The camera’s on Joe Cole, what’s up with him."

"This must be a strain on Joe Cole, the two who collided in the penalty area are fine, but Joe Cole is hurt instead, Alonso kicked the ball out of bounds, Chelsea’s medical team is on fast foot."

"Joe Cole has always been injury-prone, Chelsea has to make a substitution... Mata, it’s the young Juan Mata, the young Mata, transferred from AC Milan to Chelsea for 15 million euros this summer without getting much chance, but against a team of Real Madrid’s caliber, showing good performance could be very helpful for his future with Chelsea."

"In the last moments of the first half, Mata comes on as a substitute."

Real Madrid starts with a kick-off at the backfield.

Under Pellegrini’s instructions, they’re not rushing to attack.

Just letting injury time run out, retreating back to the locker room for adjustments.

Last time at home, trailing by six goals at half-time.

Today, only two goals behind at half-time, Real Madrid players felt unbothered.

Gago and Alonso are controlling the rhythm, these two are gradually developing a strong understanding.

Mata, just on the pitch, is pressing very aggressively.

Gago spins and makes a slow-paced back pass, but Diarra mishandles the ball.

Mata pounces to take possession, Diarra instantly commits a foul.

At the moment Mata hits the ground, he passes the ball sideways with his right foot.

Drogba, getting the ball, rages towards Real Madrid’s penalty area like a bull elephant in heat.

Pepe decisively directs Heinze to challenge, while he moves in from the side.

Drogba’s breakthrough fails, blocked by two in front of the big penalty area.

Diarra returns to the defense line to join the siege, Drogba can only maneuver with the ball toward the open lane on the left flank.

"Chelsea players are coming in for support, but this attack didn’t manage to ignite."

"Indeed, Drogba’s dribbling is still a bit rough, his body is too powerful which makes his footwork less agile, but with gains, there are losses."

"Out of bounds, is Huang Kaiwen going to throw in? Haha, indeed, Huang Kaiwen is pulling a Delap?"

"Not quite, Zhang. I remember he used strong throw-ins when he just joined AC Milan."

"Right, that’s it. Haven’t seen it for so long, I almost forgot... Wow, he throws it directly into the penalty area! Pepe heads it clear!"

Seeing the ball headed out of the penalty area, Huang Kaiwen spins around, heading directly towards his team’s half without hesitation.

This move left the Chelsea fans on nearby stands in shock.

After Pepe cleared the ball from the penalty area, Ivanovic’s possession was immediately tangled up by Essien, both had their hands active, Ivanovic finally found an opportunity to shield the ball, passing it to Alonso.

By this time, Huang Kaiwen had already dashed back to his own half.

Alonso received the ball and turned around directly. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

His precision on long passes was extremely high.

Without even looking after the turn, he sent a direct pass towards the right front field.

The Chelsea fans felt overwhelmed.

On one side watching Huang Kaiwen race towards the penalty area, on the other keeping an eye on the ball.

Huang Kaiwen was fast, but not faster than the ball.

As he reached the front of the penalty area, the ball was also soaring towards the right half of Real Madrid.

Huang Kaiwen ignored the ball, continuing to sprint into the penalty area.

Miguel Torres, knowing Huang Kaiwen’s breakthrough ability wasn’t strong, accurately judged the landing point amidst his run, jumping up to head-pass the ball to the left.