Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 361 Hat-trick ([-])

The referee Boll was standing not far from the penalty area, and his sight was not obstructed at all. He was very clear that Cech, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled the opponent down.He immediately blew the whistle in his hand and pointed his right hand to the penalty spot.

"Wow~"

The scene was boiling again, Tottenham fans cheered with joy, while Chelsea fans booed angrily in dissatisfaction.The team has fallen behind by two goals and has one less player. Now that the opponent is awarded a penalty kick, won't the game completely lose its suspense?
In this case, a penalty kick is awarded, even if it is a true penalty, the fans and players cannot accept it.The home fans made a huge noise in the stands, while Chelsea players surrounded the referee, hoping he would show mercy.

"Kable was pulled down! Penalty, penalty! There is no doubt that it will be a penalty!" The commentator shouted in the commentary. "Chelsea is over, completely over... Wait, Chelsea Players surrounded the referee, will Ball change the penalty?"

Such an obvious penalty, unless Ball is blind, he will pretend not to see it, and the home team can't make it too obvious!Ball pointed firmly at the penalty spot without hesitation, and verbally warned several players who were too emotional.

"Boll insisted on a penalty kick and showed Cech a yellow card." Rams's pessimistic voice came from the live broadcast, "This time the pull in the penalty area is too obvious. Inevitable. In fact, the referee has shown mercy, otherwise it would not be an exaggeration to give Cech a red card. Hey, the fall of Stamford Bridge has become inevitable, and failure is already inevitable..."

Ancelotti's anger turned to despair the moment Poll made the penalty.Shaking his head dejectedly, he sat down on the coach's bench. The shadow of the hood covered him, and no one could see his expression clearly.He has completely lost confidence in this game. Chelsea's defeat is a foregone conclusion. He dare not expect that Mo Fei will miss a penalty kick, because for a free kick expert like Mo Fei, the possibility of making mistakes is very low. ...

Tottenham's penalty kick is still Mo Fei, the team's first penalty shooter, and he walks to the penalty spot with a relaxed expression.Many people think that free kicks are different from penalties. Free kicks rely on technology, while penalties rely on super psychological quality.But it doesn't matter if there is no psychological problem, he doesn't care where the goalkeeper is going, whether it is predicted in advance, he just wants to hit a dead corner.Unless the goalkeeper has the ability to stand near a dead corner in advance, rather than in the middle of the goal line, it will be difficult to save his shot.

At this time, a few rumbling thunders sounded in the hazy sky, and the gloom that had accumulated for a long time finally broke through the obstruction of the dark clouds, followed by raindrops the size of soybeans pouring down, and the entire Stamford Bridge Stadium fell into a haze among.

Countless colorful "mushrooms" suddenly bloomed in the stands. The fans held up the umbrellas they had prepared long ago and continued to cheer for their team.The rain couldn't extinguish the enthusiasm in their hearts. Tottenham fans continued to sing loudly in the rain and fog, looking forward to the upcoming penalty kick.

In comparison, the fans of the home team were much quieter, with deep tension on everyone's face.If this penalty is scored, then they will completely miss the chance of a comeback. No matter how optimistic the fans are, they may not dare to have the extravagant hope of a Jedi counterattack against the team.

"Sudden heavy rain enveloped the entire Stamford Bridge Stadium. Could it be that God is also crying for Chelsea's tragic situation?" Rams sat in the commentary booth, his tone couldn't hide his depression, "Perhaps, on this rainy night Afterwards, London will no longer be ruled by Arsenal and us, and from now on, there will be another owner here, and his name is Tottenham Hotspur!"

Through the hazy rain curtain, everyone's eyes were focused on the thin figure standing outside the restricted area.Goalkeeper Petr Cech was waving his arms around the goal line and bouncing back and forth to distract Murphy.And Mo Fei still stood like a statue, everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, letting the dripping rain soak his resolute face.

"Forcing~"

The referee blew the whistle for a free throw.

Mo Fei rushed into the penalty area quickly. He kicked the penalty kick in a strange posture, similar to kicking a free kick. He ran up to the ball and vigorously pumped the football to the upper right corner of the goal.

Cech's reaction was quick. Seeing that Murphy was shooting with his right foot, he made a prediction in advance and rushed straight to his left.However, Mo Fei's penalty kick was fast, the angle was tricky, and the rain was slippery. He stretched his body straight but failed to hit the football.

The football slammed into the net heavily, and the huge force pulled the net back tightly, like a stretched spring bed, and it bounced directly out of the goal.

After Mo Fei scored, the teammates who had been waiting for a long time immediately cheered and hugged him tightly.Today's Tottenham are united, and everyone is ready to use their efforts to break the embarrassing history of losing away to Chelsea, and this goal basically declares their success!
The Tottenham fans in the stands cheered again. This game was a fantastic fairy tale for them. They used to struggle at the bottom of the Premier League, a bottom role that no one cares about.But now, they have completely overturned the seemingly insurmountable mountain in the past, and they have overturned it in the most perfect way, which makes everyone feel deeply proud of being a member of Tottenham!From now on, they can hold their heads high, straighten their chests, and announce to all British fans that Tottenham will be the most shining team in London!
Liu Yang waved his arms excitedly, his face was full of pride, and he said excitedly: "Good goal! Xiao Mo did a great job! He scored twice and scored two goals against Chelsea. Good job! We Chinese people have long faces!"

"I will be surprised if I don't score this penalty. My idol is not a soft-footed shrimp!" Yin Qin, who was waving and cheering, turned her head and said excitedly, "Two goals are nothing! I bet, The handsome guy Mo will definitely score again! Yes, one more, a hat-trick!"

Although Liu Yang was very excited, he was not dazzled yet. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Is it so easy to get a hat-trick? Do you think Chelsea is really made of tofu?"

"It's not impossible. Chelsea has completely collapsed. There is still a long time left for the game. They are not interested in fighting. They will definitely not be able to stop Tottenham's offensive. Maybe there will be goals." Yu Yun is right The situation on the field is very clear, and he analyzed it objectively.

"That's right, there will definitely be another goal!" Eagerly seeing someone supporting his point of view, he raised his arms and shouted with a smile on his face: "Handsome Mo, score one more! Hat-trick! Hat-trick!"

The surrounding fans saw the girl next to the first lady shouting "hat trick", they were stunned at first, and then they all echoed and shouted "hat trick" and "one more", the loud voice quickly covered the whole film The stands, through the heavy rain and fog, spread to the stadium.

"The fans are very excited now. I haven't seen this kind of situation for a long time." Kevin held an umbrella with one hand, and pulled his collar with the other hand, facing the head coach Ray next to him. Deknapp said.

"Such a hearty and hearty slaughter of rivals in the same city, not to mention the fans, even I can feel the blood boil." Redknapp said with a smile on his face, his face was particularly flushed because of excitement.He leaned back and tried to hide under the coverage of the umbrella. His body was slightly shaken by the rain, and he didn't know whether it was cold or excited. He continued, "There will be goals in the next game. Chelsea have collapsed."

"This rain has a great impact on the team. Of course, Chelsea's defense will also face greater challenges." Kevin looked at the sky where the rain was still falling, and the slanted silver line covered the whole world. All covered up.The turf is completely wet, which makes it more difficult for the players on both sides to make moves, and they will slip and fall to the ground if they are not careful.

"It is true. But for Mo, this may be a good thing." Redknapp looked at the court thoughtfully and muttered to himself.

The rain really affected the performance of the players on both sides. The slippery field made the Tottenham players have to slow down their offensive pace, and Chelsea's defense was also more cautious. After all, a slip may leave a gap for the opponent to break through. .Tottenham's offensive rhythm has slowed down, and Chelsea will naturally not take the initiative to provoke them. They took the opportunity to rest their tired mind and launched a few sporadic counterattacks along the way.However, the effect was not very good. The players in the midfield were always scruples about Tottenham's possible onslaught at any time, and did not dare to press too hard. Drogba could not get the support of his teammates, so it could only be futile again and again.

The two teams seem to have fallen into a tacit stalemate, one side is satisfied with the advantage of a three-goal lead, and the other side is unable to launch a counterattack.However, there is one exception, and that is Tottenham's No. [-]. Although the team has the chance to win, he hasn't had his best time yet. If he wants to do it, he has to do even better, so that the opponent will lose without embarrassment!

So Mo Fei continued to rush back and forth frantically on the right.The rain fight didn't have a big impact on his speed, and his flexibility was very good. As long as he controlled his body's center of gravity, it was basically impossible to fall.Coupled with his unpredictable breakthrough movements, he completely turned the entire side corridor into his own back garden. He came and left whenever he wanted, and Ferreira couldn't stop him at all, even following him to help defend Both Mikel and Merles were teased by him so that they couldn't find their way.

Fortunately for Chelsea, Mo Fei's breakthrough was as sharp as ever, but Tottenham's striker was obviously greatly affected by the rain. Either he couldn't keep up with the pace, or he hit the plane directly, otherwise Cech's goal would have already become a thousand. Ragged and battered.

In the 7th minute, Mo Fei broke out from the defense of Mikel and Mereles, and suddenly changed direction and went straight into the middle. Lampard, who was filling in, slipped and fell directly to the ground.Immediately Mo Fei took a direct shot, but the football flew straight to the stands.

Three minutes later, Murphy made a breakthrough on the wing again. Mikel was directly left behind by Murphy's man ball, but Ferreira's follow-up was caught by Murphy first, and a ball was scored by Mofei. restricted area.Facing Terry's flying shovel, Mo Fei calmly pushed the football into the middle, but Defoe's follow-up was half a beat too late, and Petr Cech fell to the ground directly when the football was attacked.

Could it be that the more they played, the more presumptuous they were? With Chelsea's defense intact, they dared to force the opponent's entire defense.Chelsea, who had been demoralized and surrendered, was provoked by Mo Fei's "humiliation". Regardless of whether he would get a card or not, he did everything possible to keep Mo Fei and no longer let him sprint back and forth easily.

(End of this chapter)