It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 282 Guardiola: I will eventually take back everything that belongs to me

"Really?"

Shawcross was a little excited.

"Really? The coach just called me over to talk about this."

Huth nodded seriously.

But Shawcross still couldn't believe it in his heart, "Why didn't the coach tell me directly?"

"This is a tactic. You are our trump card. How can you expose it directly?"

Hutt said with a smile.

After hearing this, Shawcross finally believed Huth's words, "Don't worry, I will definitely defend Charles! Leave the rest to me."

The game begins again.

After the kick-off, although Stoke City's morale was still there, they were three goals behind before the end of the first half. No matter what, they were still affected to some extent.

After passing the ball back to the defender to organize for a while, Stoke City's players finally failed to calm down. With Whitehead's eager long pass, the ball passed over Chelsea's midfielder and found Jones.

As soon as Jones got the ball, his attack route was blocked by Ashley Cole. Helplessly, he could only knock the ball back to Huth who was making a forward run.

Although Charles is not good at defense, he is not completely defenseless.

When Huth joined in, Charles followed along.

Huth glanced at Ashley Cole on his left, then looked at Lampard in front of him, and finally turned silently to Charles on his right.

The decision is yours!

Huth dribbled the ball along the sideline in small steps, reaching out to keep space around him.

Charles was not in a hurry, he just wanted to see what he was up to.

Soon, Yu Guangzhong observed that all Chelsea's defensive players had successfully positioned themselves. Just as Lampard took a step forward, Huth quickly pushed the ball inward with his right foot. At the same time, Charles suddenly moved, and before Huth could react, the ball had already reached Charles' feet.

After successfully stealing the ball, Charles immediately ran towards Stoke City's half.

Huth reacted quickly and chased back, but the fans at the scene, whether they were from Chelsea or Stoke City, saw the growing gap between the two. Even if they wanted to go against their conscience, they had to say that if Charles was a Porsche, then Huth, who was following behind without even being able to smell the exhaust, was a Porsche.

Hut had no way to stop Charles at all. Bao 10jie's pedals were about to spark, but he could not catch up with Charles who was far ahead.

As Pulis was terrified, Stoke City's originally aggressive defenders finally chased back frantically as if there were zombies chasing them.

In the blink of an eye, Charles quickly dribbled the ball across the center line. Wilkinson wanted to reach out to grab Charles, but Charles quickly kicked the ball forward with his right foot, and the ball instantly flew more than ten meters along the sideline.

"屮!"

Wilkinson immediately realized that Charles wanted to eat him alive, so he didn't care about anything else and turned around and ran as fast as he could to buy some time for his teammates.

The moment he turned around, Charles really was like a gust of wind, whizzing past him.

"That's it!"

Guardiola waved his fist excitedly, "After injuring his soleus muscle, he has never run so fast again!"

The Manchester City staff around him couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

It was simply hellish. He had seen the highlights of Ciel's famous scene "Overtaking on the Corner" before, but the feeling of watching the video was completely different from watching it in person.

He had never seen such a weird and exaggerated speed difference in real life.

And what did Guardiola just say?
This is the speed after Shar's soleus muscle injury!

"Pep, are you saying that Charles' speed has now returned to his peak?"

"Of course! Damn it, what on earth did Carlo feed Charles to make him so energetic and in top form right after leaving Barcelona? If I had known, I would have asked him to be my chef!"

Charles continued to run with the ball, and just as he was about to approach the top of the penalty area, Shawcross was already sweating profusely trying to catch up with him, but he was still one step away from Charles.

Sorensen no longer dared to stay in front of the goal, but chose to attack.

Shawcross, who was closest to Charles, saw that Charles was about to step into the penalty area. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and chose to fall to the ground and make a flying tackle.

"Snapped!"

Shawcross's calf was like a lumberjack, sweeping straight at Charles' calf from the side.

Charles was still dribbling the ball quickly. As soon as he took a step forward with his right foot, his left foot, which had just been raised behind, suddenly felt a collision.

While staggering, Charles lost his balance and nearly fell down. Seeing that Charles finally slowed down and supported himself with his hands, Faye and others probably couldn't continue dribbling the ball for a while, so they finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickened their pace.

In the next second, Charles stopped falling, and the third drive immediately became a second drive. He poked the ball with the toe of his right foot and picked up the ball again.

Sorensen had no time to pay attention to Shawcross who had fallen to the ground and was taking a long time to get up. Facing Charles who was getting closer and closer, his back was all wet.

Charles looked up at Sorensen's eyes, then suddenly kicked the ball with the outside of his foot.

"Snapped--"

Faye, who was finally about to catch up with Charles after trying hard, was still a step too late. The ball was already rolling quickly along the grass, while Drogba, who was following behind, forcefully pushed aside the Stoke City defenders beside him and scored the goal.

Sorensen hurried back, but he couldn't catch up with the speed of the ball flying towards the goal.

"4:0, 4:0. In less than 15 minutes, Chelsea was four goals ahead of Stoke City."

"Charles completed a hat trick of assists in less than 15 minutes."

"Okay, the data for Charles' dribbling speed just came out... His sprint speed is 37.32 kilometers per hour. Charles' speed has surpassed most players."

"FUCK..." The commentator's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, "37.32 kilometers per hour! In other words, he ran 10.37 meters in one second!"

"Ultimately, Bolt's speed is 44.72 kilometers per hour, which is something that football players certainly cannot compare to professional track and field athletes."

"However, players do not simply sprint in a straight line. During the sprint, they often dribble and dribble the ball, and have physical contact with defensive players, all of which will affect the absolute speed."

"But no matter what, Ciel's speed is absolutely amazing!"

"But the fastest sprint speeds recorded before this were Walcott's 35.7km/h and Bale, who also came from Southampton's youth system, at 34.75km/h."

"Ribery and Ramos are also very fast. It will be no problem for them to reach 30+ in their peak period."

"There is also Robben who is unstoppable when cutting inside. His fastest sprint speed can reach 37 kilometers per hour. He is the closest to Charles in this period of time. However, even though he is the closest, there is still a huge gap between them!"

"Although Charles' speed was very fast, surprisingly fast, this is just the tip of the iceberg of the amazing goal just now."

"There have been players who ran very fast in the history of the Premier League, such as Darren Campbell, who once ran a good time of 100 seconds in the 10.04 meters. However, after he gave up athletics and switched to football, he never became famous."

"He is a track and field athlete who won the men's 2002m runner-up at the Sydney Olympics, the men's m champion at the European Championships, and the third place in the m."

"So speed is not the absolute reason for a player's success. Just now, Charles also relied on his football IQ to pass the ball to Drogba at the last moment." "Although fast players are scary, they are not that scary. What's scary is that not only is he so fast that you can't catch up, but he will also pass the ball to others with unusual calmness at the last moment!"

"Oh - wait, why did the referee pull out a yellow card?"

The referee took out the yellow card and looked at Shawcross, who was lying on the ground dying, with great hesitation, not knowing whether to give it to Charles.

In all his years as a referee, this was the first time he saw a player injured after a tackle and lying on the ground calling for the team doctor!

Shawcross covered his eyes with his arms, and Stoke City's team doctors surrounded him nervously.

"Ryan, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Shawcross particularly wished that he was a mute and could not speak.

Although he was still lying on the ground, his heart was already buried underground.

"Ryan? Ryan!"

Shawcross finally opened his mouth, "My feet hurt - wuwuwu -"

Huth looked worried and quickly chased after the referee, "Referee, look, Charles tackled our player. He needs a yellow card. Don't hesitate!"

The referee pushed Huth away speechlessly, "Okay, let me think about it."

Drogba came over speechlessly and said, "This is the first time I've seen something like this. If he really dares to give you a yellow card..."

Charles was also helpless, "Don't look at me, it's really not my fault..."

Malouda was amazed. "Is this what he meant by giving you some intensity?"

Shawcross's face was filled with pain. As a person holding the dual identities of "victim" and "perpetrator", Charles didn't know for a moment whether he should go over to see him.

Finally, after emergency treatment by Stoke City, Shawcross was carried onto a stretcher.

On the other side, the hesitant referee finally came over and showed the yellow card he had taken out to Shawcross.

Shawcross was in tears: I was already off the field due to injury, and you still gave me a yellow card?
Referee: You will get a card even if you leave.

Ramos, who had just finished a day's training and went home to watch the game, swallowed nervously.

What kind of monster has he been fighting against all these years? !
He was fouled so many times in the World Cup, but he didn't get sent off. What kind of incredible luck is this?
Fortunately, the monster left.

The rest of the La Liga players should be people he can tackle at will.

Thanks to Russell, thanks to Abu!

Ancelotti on the sidelines was so scared that he threw his cup aside.

"Charles--Charles--come here!"

"The coach is calling you."

Drogba smiled and patted Charles on the shoulder.

Charles quickly turned around and saw that Ancelotti's expression was very similar to that night in Istanbul.

Behind him, Chelsea's medical team was on standby.

Charles quickly trotted over.

"Boss, you called me."

Ancelotti nervously grabbed Charles' arm, looked at his ankle, and examined it carefully, "Give him a thorough check!"

"Boss, I'm really fine."

Ciel said seriously.

But the team doctor had already come over and wouldn't listen to his explanation.

When Ancelotti heard the team doctor confirm that Charles was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately couldn't help but scold Charles.

"Charles, didn't your coach ever tell you that the first thing a player should do is to protect himself? What did Pep teach you?"

"In the situation just now, your supporting leg was swept away. What you need to do at this time is to fall down. This is not diving, because Shawcross made a mistake first. He lost his position and was behind you. He swept your supporting leg while running at high speed."

"If you fall down, Shawcross will definitely get a red card."

"My point is not about the red card, you should be able to hear that. The point I'm talking about is that you have to learn to protect yourself, Charles!"

"I..." Charles couldn't say anything to refute, so he could only lower his head and listen to the lecture.

Ancelotti's tone softened a bit. "I noticed this about you when I was watching the World Cup. As long as you can still control the ball, or there is still a slight chance, you will go for it. This is a good thing. If a player doesn't have this fighting spirit, what's the difference between him and playing street football?"

"But think about it, in all the years you've been in La Liga and in the more than one month you've been in the World Cup, how many times have you been fouled?"

"Coach, I was wrong."

"Will you dare to do it next time?"

"How dare you."

"You little brat, I'll punish you by sending you off the field in the 25th minute."

Ciel quickly clasped his hands together and said, "I was wrong, coach. I won't do it again next time. Please don't let me leave the court."

Ancelotti looked at the grinning Charles and waved his hand in pretended anger, "Go away, the game is about to start. I'll let you play the whole game today."

Charles finally walked back with peace of mind, but Guardiola in the stands was almost going crazy.

"Damn Carlo, what is he doing? Just because he found a suitable chef, he dares to teach the players to play football like this?"

"How dare he let the team doctor just check on Charles on the sidelines and then let him play again? That's abominable. Ancelotti, you will regret it!"

Manchester City staff nervously grabbed Guardiola and said, "Pep, he is Charr's coach. He will only let Charr play if there is no problem."

Hearing this, Guardiola immediately became like a deflated ball, unable to say anything.

The staff member continued, "And hasn't his speed recovered to the level before his soleus muscle injury? Even if there are problems, Ciel will definitely recover."

But Guardiola was like a defeated rooster, a gourd with its mouth sawed off, unable to utter a word and looking completely gloomy.

On the field, Stoke City used up a substitution and the game restarted.

Seeing Charles running again, Guardiola regained his fighting spirit.

He, the promoter of passing and controlling the ball, two-time Champions League champion coach, Guardiola, will one day take back everything that once belonged to him!
University teacher: Didn’t your high school teacher teach you this formula?
High school teacher: University teachers will teach this formula.

Ancelotti: Didn’t Pep teach you?
Guardiola: Damn Ancelotti, how could you teach like this?
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(End of this chapter)