Chapter 382： So beautiful!

Chapter 382 How beautiful!

"Chelsea's counterattack!!"

The on-site commentator shouted excitedly, he even got up and stretched his neck, wanting to enjoy the scene of Hazard breaking through Arsenal's defense and scoring a goal.

Sarnia went up!

"Sagna presses! Azar suddenly changes direction and throws away! Azar enters the big penalty area!!—"

Chelsea's live commentator's eyes are shining, and he is full of Hazard.

At this moment, Hazard has come to a position sufficient to threaten the goal, and is ready to shoot.

Lucky has been staring at Azar, and when Sarnia was passed, Lucky suddenly started.

Lucky's explosive power is very strong, although the speed is not fast, but in the years of exercise, Lucky has a powerful explosive power that suddenly starts.

The spikes hooked the lawn, and at the moment of kicking the legs, the grass clippings flew.

Lekai rushed towards Azar like an arrow from the string.

In a suitable position, Lucky's center of gravity is pressed down, his eyes are fixed on the ball, his right foot is stretched out, and the sole of his foot is pressed down.

Snapped! !

The ball was kicked out by Lucky.

And Azar was also frightened, he suddenly held back his strength, and threw himself forward, as if he had been hit.

“Kai!!!—”

"Timely destruction! A crazy tackle!"

Andy Gray is roaring.

Arsenal fans exclaimed.

And the Chelsea fans started to curse wildly after a brief silence.

"Butcher!!"

"Foul!!"

"This is a foul!!"

Chelsea fans were roaring, and under their sight, Le Kai knocked down Hazard.

But the referee ran over.

He stared at Azar, and said coldly; "Get up!"

Hazard was rolling on the ground, and his heart was half-shattered when he heard the referee's words, but he had no plans to get up.

Lucky wanted to explain, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard the referee's words.

The referee has been staring at Hazard. He clearly saw that Luckey had knocked down the ball. His movements were very standard, and even the spikes were not shown.

The collision between the two was not strong, at best it was a reasonable collision.

Hazard was not violated at all.

"I can see clearly, get up!"

The referee's tone was very impatient.

But Azar seems to have made up his mind and has no intention of getting up.

The referee's expression turned cold.

He put the whistle to his mouth and blew with a beep.

immediately took out a yellow card from his pocket, showed it to Hazard, and said coldly; "If you don't get up, it will be a red card!"

Azar got up slowly, but he was still pretending.

looked like he had been violated, but the referee directly threw the back of his head.

As for the Chelsea players who came to besieged later, he was warned one by one.

On the sidelines, Mourinho was roaring wildly at the fourth official, spitting stars all over his face.

Finally looked at the bad eyes of the fourth official, Mourinho was pulled away by the assistant coach.

"Shit! That's a foul! You're blind!"

Mourinho is still chattering.

The assistant coach whispered in his ear; "Okay! That's enough."

Hearing the words, Mourinho was tidying up his clothes, sitting on the bench with an angry look, and uttered a foul language.

He didn't know it was diving, but he needed to express his position and exert enough pressure.

He wanted to make it clear to the referees that this is Stamford Bridge and this is Chelsea's home ground.

Mourinho looked at the pitch. He first glanced at Hazard, who limped back, with cold eyes.

Immediately, he turned to look at Lucky again.

"How beautiful!"

Mourinho murmured softly.

Chelsea's attack was interrupted.

Although they had a chance to drop the ball, Arsenal were quick to steal and pass the ball to Wilshere.

Lekai returned to the position of the lower back and continued to stare.

And Arsenal's players organized the second wave of attack.

In this game, Wilshere's performance was outstanding.

There is nothing to say about his foot skills. In terms of foot skills alone, he doesn't even look like an English player.

In this game, Wilshere's performance was even more jaw-dropping.

Wilshere has a unique talent, but his ups and downs have always affected his performance.

But obviously, in this game, Wilshere felt in good shape.

He played extra hard.

Especially after he concentrated the ball, he played more smoothly.

"Wilshere's ability to sort out the midfield is very good. In the past, his organization lacked some aggression, but now we don't have to worry about this problem."

Watching Wilshere continue to sprint Chelsea's defense, Patrice said with a smile.

Perhaps influenced by Lucky, Wilshere's playing style is also quietly changing.

He is not pursuing the ultimate ball control, but playing a deadly role in quick and short passing and cutting coordination.

In this process, he took himself as the center, cooperated with the players in the frontcourt, and constantly tried various pressures.

"Jack has a strong talent, but he is always confused, he doesn't know how to play the game, and in this game, his mentality doesn't seem to be that nervous, which also leads to an increase in offensive efficiency."

Speaking of this, Wenger smiled; "Look at him, he only passes the ball with two feet. Even if he is dribbling, he will pass the ball immediately after passing someone."

"He's full of goals right now!"

In the arena, Wilshere was constantly observing his teammates around him.

He was playing a neat game.

You don’t need flashy techniques, you don’t need dazzling cooperation, as long as it’s deadly enough, as long as you can score goals.

To this end, he simplified the entire attacking link and used the most simple and efficient method to deal with Chelsea's backline.

To be honest, he somewhat imitated Lucky's way of playing.

But Wilshere found that playing this way was more suitable for him.

In 60 minutes, Wilshere came to the penalty area line with the ball. Cesc Fabregas wanted to attack Wilshere from behind, but Wilshere suddenly moved laterally. Terry and Azpilicueta killed between them.

"Go up and block!"

Azpilicueta went immediately, but Wilshere turned the ball to the right and chose to volley directly.

The ball flew to the near corner and was saved by goalkeeper Cech.

64 minutes later, Wilshere rushed in.

This time, he cooperated with Cazorla and after breaking through the opponent's backline, he once again placed the threat in front of Chelsea's penalty area.

It was still a tentative long shot that Terry used his head to push out.

In 68 minutes, Wilshere came to the opponent's penalty area again.

At this moment, Andy Gray was exclaiming: "This is Wilshere? This is Wilshere? His performance is simply crazy, he is challenging Chelsea's back line by himself, and let Terry wait People are dizzy."

In Andy Gray's exclamation, Terry also roared; "Watch him, be careful of his breakthrough!"

At this point, Wilshere once again stepped into the big penalty area.

"Damn!"

Terry went straight to him, he wouldn't give Wilshere a shot this time.

Wilshere stared at Terry calmly, and suddenly flicked to the right, and Terry suddenly followed.

But Terry found that the ball under Wilshere's feet was gone.

The ball stopped in place, and Cazorla stepped forward and hit the goal directly!

Ding! !

The ball hit the post.

Wilshere and Cazorla hugged their heads.

What kind of bad luck is this today?

In contrast, Chelsea's backline players were sweating profusely.

They were almost smashed by Wilshere.

Especially Terry and others, as teammates of the national team, they looked at Wilshere in disbelief.

Why are you so brave?

When he was in the national team, this guy didn't play like this, did he?

They can only attribute Wilshere's performance to an exceptional performance.

But what to do next?

"Hey! This guy!"

Le Kai watched Wilshere's superb performance in the backcourt and couldn't help grinning.

Wilshere's talent is very strong, but this guy can't play very often.

Once he plays well, his ability is very strong.

Like this game, Chelsea's defense was shaky under the breakthrough of Wilshere and Cazorla.

This is much more aggressive than Lucky's attack.

After all, Lucky couldn't just rush into the opponent's penalty area with the ball like Wilshere and others.

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