What kind of football player is handsome?

Chapter 98: A fancy foot shot finds the net! I told you to be a backdrop, and here you are! Terry ge

Chapter 98: A fancy foot shot finds the net! I told you to be a backdrop, and here you are! Terry gets thrashed, the Blue Lions collapse in the first half!

On the pitch, Villas-Boas was lost in confusion.

He believed his hand wasn't bad.

While Chelsea's aging squad certainly presents a problem, as long as their peak performance is high enough, even a slight decline will allow the team to maintain a highly competitive level.

Unfortunately, Chelsea plays in the fiercely competitive Premier League, the world's most brutal league, where there are many strong teams. The mid-to-lower table teams are all tough opponents with considerable fighting ability. Even the bottom-ranked teams in the relegation zone can take a bite out of these giants if they are not careful.

Furthermore, strong teams usually compete on four fronts, and with the national team also having heavy responsibilities, those aging veterans simply cannot play fifty games in a single season like young players.

Therefore, on that cold, rainy night in Moscow, Chelsea had actually missed their best window of opportunity to challenge for the European title.

Clattenburg arrived late, jogging along.

It's not about getting Manchester United to end their celebrations and return to their own half immediately.

Instead, he walked towards Bosingwa and flashed a yellow gem card.

The Old Trafford stands erupted in boos.

Playing against Liverpool, they let that old guy escape with a red card.

Now you're only giving me a yellow card if I kick Yi Di's butt with my big foot?

Clattenburg remained unfazed, clearly having his own considerations.

They were down by a goal just three minutes into the game. If they were down to ten men, Chelsea might as well just surrender after 15 minutes.

After receiving the sternest verbal warning, the game resumed.

This time, cheers from the stands replaced the boos from before.

It's unclear when exactly, but Liu Yi became a darling of Manchester United fans.

Even if he doesn't touch the ball, and just stands on the field with his hands on his hips like an old man taking a stroll, many fans will still pay attention to his performance.

But unlike the David Beckham-esque charm, although both have impressive character models, they are quite different in other aspects.

For example, in terms of position, Liu is a striker, while Beckham is a winger; in terms of playing style, one running eight kilometers per game is already considered an exceptional performance, while the other running three kilometers per game on average is still criticized for slacking off.

Most importantly, Beckham possesses unique advantages—the dual benefits of having Manchester United DNA and being a native English speaker. He also once lifted England out of the brink of elimination into the World Cup finals with his iconic "banana kick," instantly becoming a national idol.

Of course, Liu Yi also has qualities that a "heartthrob" doesn't possess.

As the saying goes, some people like Kana's face, some like Anzai's breasts, some like Konan's buttocks, and some like Yu Cai's legs. But, as long as you watch football, whether you are a true fan who has watched all five major leagues, a "limited fan" of the World Cup held every four years, or a dreamer who waves Happy Beans and fantasizes about "getting rich overnight", without exception, you all love the exciting moment of a goal.

And coincidentally, Liu Yi is currently the youngest player in the entire Premier League who has put the ball into the goal the longest (regardless of the method).

"Ivan, I'll handle this kid!"

"Don't think you can cause trouble just because you played well for half a season and won some bullshit Golden Boy award. This is the Premier League!"

Terry charged forward, yelling.

Like Ramos, Terry is a player that his own team's fans will love to death, but other fans will hate him to death.

He had expected Liu Yi to show an angry expression, glare at him, and even throw a punch, which would be even better, giving him a legitimate reason to retaliate.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yi just smiled faintly and reached out to comb his hair, which was damp with sweat and hanging down, behind his ears.

"You're perfect as the backdrop for my best goal of the round."

Terry Petrochemical.

The inner monologue is synchronized with a famous scene from a certain Yehenara: Damn it, I hate people who show off the most.

But the problem is...

Liu Yi just single-handedly broke through half of Chelsea's defense.

Even the Chelsea captain had to admit that this guy was genuinely good.

However, we cannot afford to lose momentum.

"Don't mistake luck for skill. I've encountered countless strikers like you..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Liu Yi suddenly started, stabbing towards Blue Lion's rib area like a sharp blade.

Terry felt as if he had been snapped in two and could only desperately try to catch up with Liu Yi.

As a result, the ball was transferred to the right wing, and Liu Yi strolled back to his original area.

Manchester United's number 19 shrugged.

"Your words aren't always honest; you can scare you a little and your body will tell you everything."

Terry's urge to punch someone reached its peak at that moment.

No, I can't take it anymore.

The Chelsea captain covered his mouth, preparing to unleash a barrage of blasphemous and discriminatory language.

Liu Yi, however, ran away in a flash.

This time.

Ashley Young swept the ball over.

"Drop back to receive the ball! Liu Yi is currently unmarked by any Chelsea defenders!"

"What should we do?!"

"Pass it to the left wing, what?!"

The football rolled rapidly along the grass towards the sideline.

After several back-and-forth exchanges, Chelsea's defense has shown signs of weakening.

Bosingwa immediately lunged at Nani, attempting to engage in close combat.

Come!

Let's fight for three hundred rounds!

Conani didn't give him a chance to get close at all.

The moment he touched the ball, the Portuguese winger caught a glimpse of Rooney's run out of the corner of his eye and deftly flicked it with his left foot.

A triangular back pass sent the ball steadily towards the edge of the penalty area!

Bosingwa was stunned.

The ball has been passed.

Is this still the Nani I know?

Rooney in the middle is facing a double attack from Ivanovic and Meireles.

All possible shooting routes have been blocked.

Rooney stopped the ball.

Pull back.

He flicked his left foot diagonally forward.

And just in time.

Liu Yi appeared at this location.

The ball didn't hit the ball hard enough.

Whether it's the left foot or the right foot, another adjustment is needed.

Moreover, they did not break free from the encirclement formed by Chelsea's players.

Terry lunged forward with a sinister grin.

That's too late!

At the critical moment.

A brilliant idea has been born!

Under the shadow of Terry's flying block.

The black-haired boy faced the wind, his left leg firmly planted in the grass, and with a twist of his right ankle, he deftly flicked his foot outward from behind his supporting leg!

Well!

A slight breeze swept past Terry's crotch.

I instinctively closed the small door.

The football traced an unbelievable trajectory, darting between his legs.

He quickly turned around to look at the moon.

Cech is very focused.

However, that rabona shot was just too fast.

The "tank head" went berserk and lunged forward on the ground.

The football grazed his glove, missed the near post, and flew into the net.

Old Trafford erupted in a deafening roar after a moment of deathly silence.

"Great! Goal!"

"Two to zero!"

"Wow! A sudden rabona shot!"

"Go through the small door first, then enter the main door!"

"Even a player as valiant as Cech is powerless against a shot like that!"

"That was amazing!"

The broadcast footage showed a replay.

A ORB

When neither of the answers is valid.

Yi Di: I choose OR.

Is this even possible?!

"Wow wow wow!"

His teammates swarmed around Liu Yi like monkeys at their ancestral stage, hugging him tightly.

They've taken a two-goal lead in just ten minutes!

Is Chelsea going to drink a bottle of Lafite like Arsenal?

"Hey Anderson, celebrate if you want, but don't try to take advantage of me!"

Dodging Anderson's gaping mouth, Liu Yi took advantage of the chaos to slip out from the excited crowd.

Anderson, still not satisfied, put his arm around the Chinese striker's shoulder.

"Such a beautiful goal definitely deserves a special celebration. Stop swinging your lame fist and come here, let me shine your shoes!"

He was about to kneel down on one knee to polish his teammate's shoes.

This is one of the most visually appealing celebrations, but it also requires the unwavering cooperation of teammates.

However, Liu Yi declined Anderson's offer.

"Rise, my dear minister. I have a good idea."

Liu Yi ran to the corner flag area and yanked up the corner flagpole.

He used the pole as a sword and performed a series of sword flourishes.

Finally, the "sword tip" pointed diagonally to the ground, raised its eyebrows and smiled, and steadily inserted the flagpole back into its original position.

The comments section immediately exploded.

[A fancy footwork kick that breaks through the goal! Has Di Maria possessed him?!]

[No, besides Di Maria, Suarez and Lewandowski are both frequent users of the rabona technique!]

[That's strange, I remember Yi Di's left foot was alright too, wasn't it?]

Don't worry about anything else, as long as he's handsome, that's all that matters.

[This celebration move is great, very creative! Those who say Yi Di's celebration move is only good for a small neighborhood should kneel down!]

Chelsea players were dejected.

Terry stood there, frozen in place.

The phrase, "You're perfect as the backdrop for my best goal of the round," still echoes in my ears.

How is that possible?!

That was just a joke.

It's actually going to come true?!

The rabona goal, in terms of its visual appeal, unless it's a spectacular volley or a bicycle kick, is definitely a shoo-in for the best goal of the round.

Terry wasn't the only one whose mentality was shattered.

Chelsea players have realized that since they started playing a hybrid style of football similar to Villas-Boas', the team's competitiveness has declined sharply.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Manchester United pressed on with renewed vigor.

Liu Yi pulled up the right flank.

Facing Ashley Cole.

This is a veteran of the Premier League.

He was a strong player during his time at Arsenal and Chelsea, and was once a top contender for one of the world's top three left-backs.

However, his ex-wife Cheryl is more famous.

Chen Chi, a reporter who had a good relationship with Liu Yi, often used Cheryl as a practice subject.

The famous poem "Cheriel's Body Lies Lying on the Night, Chelsea's Soul Dies on Maine Road" was written by him.

But let's leave aside all that nonsense.

Cole is still very strong.

Liu Yi failed to break through twice in a row.

If it weren't for my high ball control attributes, I would have almost lost the ball.

Fortunately, backup arrived.

"6! 6!"

Anderson waved for the ball.

The Brazilian midfielder received the ball, and his compatriot Ramirez was right in front of him again.

Facing Ramirez.

McDonald's midfielder seemed to have regained his divine status in that instant.

He simply tapped the ball lightly to the left with his foot.

Just that one point, made so effortless!

Anderson passed the ball directly between Ramirez's legs.

Manchester Crotch-Piercing Squad!

After bypassing Ramirez, Anderson charged straight toward Chelsea's wide-open central goal.

At this moment, Liu Yi and Ashley Young switched positions again on the wing.

Ashley Young pulled away from the sidelines, taking away Cole, who shares the same name, to prevent the latter from helping in the middle.

Liu Yi then drifted past Anderson.

As long as the Brazilian midfielder turns around and sets up a shot.

Manchester United's number 19's exquisite shooting skills will punish the Blues' defense like a scalpel.

Terry now faces a choice.

Is it Anderson or Liu Yi?

However, at the very moment of making the decision...

Anderson before Terry got close.

He made a diagonal pass from the side.

The football accurately found the opening on the right flank.

That spot!

Rooney had already shaken off Ivanovic and quietly made his run forward.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Little Fatty met the ball and took a shot!

The football transformed into a streak of white light, shooting towards Chelsea's goal!

Cech in front of the goal barely had time to react.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball darted past him like a shooting star.

"pretty!"

"Three to zero!"

"Manchester United played fluid and seamless passing combinations in the attacking third!"

"The attacking trio of Anderson, Liu Yi, Ashley Young, and Rooney."

"Through constant interchanging of positions, they ultimately dismantled Chelsea's defense!"

"How can Villas-Boas turn this around—no, how can he prevent this match from becoming a one-sided massacre?"

Shortly after Manchester United scored their third goal.

Simon Jansen, a Chelsea beat reporter for The TA and a die-hard fan of the club, posted a status update on Privacy.

"What kind of midfield play did Chelsea have? Four players were as soft as noodles, with absolutely no control! I miss Essien and Makelele more than ever now—"

"Without midfield protection, this defense is like someone going out in their underwear in minus twenty degrees Celsius winter—completely exposed. Time and again, in three-on-two situations, Terry and Ivan simply couldn't provide any effective defense!"

With things having come to this point, Boas had nothing more to say.

The team was completely suppressed.

Is playing possession-based football in the Premier League really a pipe dream?!

Just as "Madman II" was deep in thought.

The first half is also drawing to a close.

Fletcher's long-range shot from outside the penalty area almost made the score 4-0 at halftime.

The game resumes after switching sides.

Chelsea dropped Lampard.

Anelka was brought on, and the formation was returned to 4-3-3.

You know to shake your nose when snot gets in your mouth.

On the other hand, Liu Yi is certain of one thing: Lampard's temper is definitely good.

Despite being far behind at halftime and needing to catch up, he managed to dribble off the field without complaining.

I'm emotionally stable and want to talk!

With their formation back in order, Chelsea now have the ability to compete with Manchester United.

No longer indulging in aimless passing around the middle.

Anelka and Sturridge moved quickly between the two sides, with Mata acting as a go-between.

Finally, in the 54th minute, they pulled one back.

"Torres!"

"This is a player who really enjoys playing from behind."

Why?

According to statistics, nearly two-thirds of "El Niño's" goals for Chelsea came when the team was trailing!

Villas-Boas, on the sidelines, caught his breath and regained his passion.

Start shouting "COMEON! COMEON!"

3-1, that's definitely a comeback.

Two more minutes passed.

Villas-Boas felt that Sturridge was not in good form.

Quickly bring on a second striker.

The camera is pointed at the sidelines.

He was a big, fat man with a dreadlock.

Zhan Jun quickly flipped through the documents.

"Wasn't Chelsea supposed to make a like-for-like substitution? It should have been winger Malouda replacing Sturridge, but instead, it was the Belgian youngster, Lukaku, who came on!"

Anderson was also a little confused.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Torres and Lukaku.

Needless to say, "Holy Infant" is definitely a center forward.

At this point in time, there was no news of Torres playing as a full-back.

So, playing on the wing? Impossible.

As for Lukaku...

His large frame looked exactly like that of Drogba II.

He's not a winger either.

And so on.

Anelka, who plays on the left wing, is also a proper number nine.

"Why are they fielding three center forwards? Are they playing a soccer video game, preparing to launch a high ball?"

Those three aren't enough, we need to add Yann-Kohler.