Chapter 1056 Kai Can’t Lead the Line of Fire

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Looking at the data, we can tell that Zhuo Yang was not in good condition today. He only took three shots after playing for 110 minutes. If it weren't for his face, others would suspect it was fake.

In the 113th minute, Zhuo Yang shot his fourth shot. After receiving Gundogan's cross at the top of the arc, he suddenly shot a cold arrow, but the quality was not flattering.

Although it was sudden and the angle was quite tricky, the ball was not fully exerted due to interference from Kanter and Azpilicueta. The ball bounced on the turf and headed for the goal, but the ball speed was lacking.

Manchester City had previously taken a total of 10 shots and 3 of them were on target, but none of them posed a substantial threat to Kepa, who was in full form. Instead, he achieved his heroic performance.

This time was no exception. Kepa, who was highly focused, took two quick steps to the left and then made a standard side dive. He firmly held the ball between his two palms and then took it into his arms to ensure zero risk.

Zhuo Yang curled his lips, unable to tell whether he was regretful or annoyed. The sighs from spectators around the world were inaudible, because the trend of the game was very clear, and the exchange of penalty kicks was more reliable than Newton's fourth law. Everyone was waiting.

Today is not a day to score goals, even if this guy is named Zhuo Yang.

The League Cup implements a 4+1 substitution system with four substitutions in overtime. At this point in the game, Manchester City has successively substituted Teacher Jing, Debich, Sane and Delph, while Chelsea has used Yi Guaín, Loftus-Cheek and Callum Odoi.

Guardiola and Sarri have no more unnecessary monkey tricks. The final is like this. Even if they win the championship with a penalty shootout, who can say which trophy is noble and which is despicable?

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. Kepa, who was lying in front of the door, grinned and rubbed his ankles.

Zhuoyang's shot was pretty weird, especially the ball bouncing on the turf many times, which was very difficult for the goalkeeper to handle. Kepa made a successful save, but the last jump of the ball still caused him to make temporary adjustments to his ankle force in the second step when pedaling to the left.

So, unfortunately, I twisted my ankle.

If the goalkeeper fails, the game must be suspended. The referee Jonathan Moss asked Kepa eagerly: "Are you okay? If not, make a substitution. Hurry."

Kepa, whose expression was distorted, did not forget to roll his eyes at Moss even in his busy schedule, which immediately shocked him and reminded him of the same roll of his eyes many years ago.

When he was four years old, he was a professional player with little success. He was born in the Sunderland youth training and only played a few games with Millwall in the English Third Division at the highest level.

At the age of 18, in a National League (fifth level) additional knockout match, Moss was sent off by the referee with a red card after a fierce fight. He was very unconvinced, thinking that this was just a normal physical confrontation, and his opponent also made moves, so why the red card? Why should I only punish myself?

Moss couldn't quarrel with the arrogant referee, so he said angrily: "You don't know how to call the game. You don't know where the referee's certificate came from."

The referee whose name he had forgotten rolled his eyes, and then continued to say arrogantly: "Don't accept it? You can do it."

A very standard ‘you go, go ahead’ story. This sentence changed Moss's football future. In a fit of anger, he obtained the referee registration qualification the following year and started working as a part-time referee before he retired.

Recalling the past, Moss's eyes became gentle, and he truly cared for Kepa like a father.

"Do you want it to be okay? Don't be careless with your ankle. Check it carefully and I can let the game wait."

Kepa had no time to pay attention to his magnetic voice. He tried to step on it, but the pain in his ankle was like an awl piercing an old altar of sauerkraut, and he sat back down on the ground.

After all, after so many years of professional experience, Kepa subconsciously raised his hand and waved towards the sidelines to signal a substitution.

Head coach Sarri, who has been paying close attention to the situation here, saw the clear signal and immediately summoned the old Manchester City player and Argentina international goalkeeper Willy Caballero.

Sarri only used 3 of the 4+1 quota. In fact, he consciously prepared this +1 for Caballero, but he was just not sure.

Before the game, Sarri thought about the lifeless penalty shootout and recalled Caballero's Manchester City experience, so he had a chat with him.

Kabbah is also good at saving penalty kicks, and he patted his chest and assured Sarri: I dare not say anything else. Including Zhuo Yang, I knew the penalty shooting characteristics of the old Manchester City players at that time.

This gave the confused Sarri a backbone and a bias in his heart. Although there was no plan to adjust the goalkeeper before the game, Kepa's injury at this moment turned the life-saving straw in Sarri's heart into a pillar.

Caballero, who had grown a big beard after the World Cup, urgently took orders, and the Chelsea sideline showed No. 13 up and No. 1 down.

Referee Moss breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried about the child getting sick. "Okay, go down and apply ice quickly. You performed very well today. So who is it? Come here and help me."

But in this short period of time, Kepa's ankle no longer hurt much. It was originally a flaw, but it went away as quickly as it came, and the awl was buried in the pickled cabbage pile.

Kepa, who had a dream in his heart, was anxious. Before he could get up, he sat on the ground and waved his hands to Sarri and Kaba, shouting: "If you don't want to change, you can change the halberd."

Moss: "..."

Sarri immediately crashed into the coaching bench, while old Kaaba stood on the sideline at a loss.

Although according to the rules, interruptions or adjustments are allowed as long as substitutions are not completed, after so many years of implementation, only the head coach has the right to make the decision. It was the first time for everyone present to see a player like Kepa regret taking off his pants.

It stands to reason that in order for the game to go smoothly, the referee Moss should immediately ask Sarri and order Kepa to leave the field, but who let the eye-roll just now pierce the softness in his heart.

"Chelsea No. 1, are you sure you can still play?"

"Of course," Kepa said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you me or am I me?"

Moss didn't feel dissatisfied. He seemed to see himself thirty years ago who was not afraid of power.

"OK."

Then Moss thought that Caballero and Sarri were nothing. Anyway, according to the rules, Mr. Shui couldn't fault him.

Zhuo Yang used Kanter as a rest crutch and looked at all this with a smile. In all his years of playing football, he has never seen a head coach refuse to go on even if someone changes him.

From Uncle Zha to An Pang to Lao Guamuniao, they are all locker room bell ringers. These people would rather not be coaches than tolerate their players challenging authority. Even if someone as awesome as Zhuo Yang had the trouble with Mu Niao back then, he didn't make any substitutions and it looked like Sarri was old hat.

In fact, the 0:7 game two weeks ago had completely wiped out Sarri's coaching authority. Before that, Kepa would never have had the guts to confront Sarri.

Zhuo Yangxin said: Damn it, this young man...

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