Chapter 482 The Third Goal of the Game

"You are strong!"

In the past three years, Senderos has heard countless people say this to him. Wenger, the former Arsenal coach who was as close to him as his biological father, once said this, Thierry Henry, the "gun king" who was regarded as his idol and close friend, said this to him, the new coach Ancelotti said this to him, the senior coach of AC Milan's first team said this to him, and even the famous madman Lee said this to him more than once...

Unfortunately, no matter who said this to him, in what tone, Senderos' confidence, which had long been lost, never increased even a little bit!

When this sentence was said too many times by too many people, for Senderos, it was no different from a breeze blowing past his ears...

However, Senderos never thought that this sentence would be said by Drogba one day. This Ivorian [Warcraft] who destroyed everything when he was young and proud would stand on the court one day and say this to him with a smile...

You are strong!

These three words, which are meaningless even if others say them a thousand times, are like the sound of a bell in Drogba's mouth, instantly causing a storm in Senderos' mind...

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Just when Senderos was still in an unbelievable state of brain failure, Chelsea was once again in a huge crisis-

A few seconds ago, Gago, the midfielder of the Magpies Corps, who received the pass from Senderos, used a dazzling half-Marseille turn to protect the ball and turned around, getting rid of Joe Cole's entanglement, and directly passed a high-altitude over-the-head pass...

"...A wonderful pass, Gago used the football to penetrate Chelsea's defense! The Blues' defense was too pressed, giving Newcastle an opportunity to take advantage!"

Mike Donald screamed.

The football flew over the heads of Cech and Carvalho, and the two tried desperately to chase after it...

Just at this moment, a purple lightning flashed between the two of them, whizzing past with a burning breath, leaving only a back figure that was getting farther and farther away even if they tried their best to chase...

"How could it be? Damn, it's bad..." Carvalho was shocked.

"Is it him? Shevchenko again? Shit..." Terry was extremely anxious.

At the same time, the exclamations at Stamford Bridge rang out countless times, still like a flood that broke through the dam and roared. What made everyone feel like dying was that this time, the person who brought them uncontrollable shock was still the nightmare-like Ukrainian [nuclear warhead] Andrei Shevchenko!

This time, Shevchenko, whose speed had already soared, was like a gust of wind and lightning that fell from the sky. He no longer gave Terry any chance to catch up, and rushed directly to the goal held by Cech with the football...

This was a pure single-handed attack!

Shevchenko himself had no intention of pausing for a moment to play tricks on Terry, because he wanted to score in the most dignified way, the way a striker should score!

Behind him, Carvalho and Terry had given up chasing!

They could no longer keep up with Shevchenko's surging pace!

Facing goalkeeper Cech, who had been defeated by him three times, Shevchenko made a slight adjustment near the edge of the small penalty area, and then kicked the ball out of the blue...

Bang!

A crisp sound broke the hearts of all Chelsea fans. They could not afford to lose the third goal. After Crazy Lee's team took the lead by three goals, even God could not think of getting it back...

The football turned into white lightning and rushed towards the goal in an unstoppable posture!

This is a sure-kill ball!

This is a ball of despair!

However, someone said "no" to Shevchenko's shot -

Czech gibbon Cech jumped on the spot under almost impossible circumstances, stretched out his right arm and touched the spinning football with his fingertips...

This powerful shot was almost certain to go in, because Cech's crucial light touch slightly changed the flight direction, and finally flew towards the stands by the crossbar!

"...Ahhh, incredible! Peter Cech, he made a Banks-style save...jumping on the spot...unbelievable bounce and reaction ability! Shevchenko saved his head in disappointment. He could beat Cech on the penalty spot, but in the open battle, Cech easily beat him!"

McDonald finally found a reason to speak for Chelsea, and screamed desperately: "This will be the turning point of the game. Chelsea found a way to control the game, and Newcastle's morale was hit hard..."

In fact, even Mike Donald himself didn't know what he was saying inexplicably.

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At this moment, the applause at Stamford Bridge was like the eternal thunder in the summer, exploding in North London before the night fell. The passionate applause of surviving the disaster could be heard from miles away from the stadium…

The stands became a sea of ​​cheers!

And the cheers and applause were not because the team scored a goal, but simply because their opponent Shevchenko did not score a goal!

Even the Dutchman Hiddink on the sidelines couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly!

The camera swept from all directions, and only the Russian tycoon Abramovich in the VIP box shook his head. Obviously, this was not the Chelsea he wanted. The team he wanted to create was more like Newcastle, which had beaten Chelsea to a state of no temper!

"Maybe, in this world, only people like Crazy Lee can create such a team for me... Is it really necessary to..."

At this moment, no one knew that the Blues boss's heart was once again ignited with the idea that had been extinguished!

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Newcastle won a corner kick, which was the 8th corner kick of the Magpies in the whole game!

The main penalty kicker was the Russian [Czar] Arshavin!

The big guys and players with excellent heading skills among Newcastle players all rushed into the penalty area——

Steven Taylor and Senderos, the two central defenders, stood near the two goal posts one after the other. Crespo stood in the middle to interfere with goalkeeper Cech. Alan Smith and Podolski were ambushing in the penalty area...

"Push..."

The referee's whistle sounded, and Arshavin sent the ball to the front of the penalty area...

The penalty area was full of jumping heads, as if they had known that the ball would come to the front point. [Little Superman] Steven Taylor relied on his strong and tall body to block the position at the first time, and the defensive player Carvalho, leaning back with his body, A light rub on the forehead...

The originally flat and fast ball's running route instantly threw up a high parabola, bypassing the heads of everyone behind and heading straight to the back of the goal...

This was obviously a premeditated tactical corner kick. Three seconds ago, when Arshavin on the penalty spot raised two fingers high, the Newcastle players knew what they should do...

So, Senderos at the back point didn't see what happened at the front point at all. He timed the attack in his mind, counted three numbers silently, then stepped back slightly, then rushed forward and jumped high...

Sure enough, the moment he just picked it up, the ball was already on his way!

Everything was no different from what happened in the tactical training before the game, and it was even more perfect. Senderos felt that he had time to pose in the air in a more graceful way...

But at this moment, a huge force came from behind!

"...Someone jumped up, it was the defense from Chelsea players!"

Senderos understood what was happening instantly, but he no longer had the mind and energy to guess who was pushing him from behind. He could only use all his waist and abdominal strength to barely maintain his balance in the air, and then hit the football that was like a piece of iron hard...

Bang!

The football was like a hapless white-haired rabbit that had been chased by everyone. With no way to escape, it finally fled in grief and anger into the only place that seemed to be the only place to escape -

the net!

Czech goalkeeper Cech, who had just blocked Shevchenko's powerful shot, was unable to stop this cunning "rabbit" this time. Senderos' shot was so fast that Cech didn't even have time to blink. Everything was too late to save it...

For the third goal, Stamford Bridge didn't even have time to exclaim. "Li Hei" Mike Donald lamented weakly: "Newcastle scored again, a wonderful tactical corner kick, the goal was scored by central defender Senderos, he withstood Drogba's defense and headed the ball into the goal... Although the brave Cech saved Shevchenko's sure goal But he has no way to save Chelsea again... Just like Old Trafford, Villa Park, St. James and Wembley Stadium before, the only suspense now is whether Newcastle's opponent can score a goal to save face. Who is Chelsea's Macheda? "

At this moment, more than 60,000 disappointed Chelsea fans can only witness the carnival of more than 3,000 Newcastle fans in loneliness, witnessing the carnival of the enemy on the ground where they have harvested glory and victory countless times...

On the sidelines, the Dutchman Hiddink could only shake his head helplessly!

Although he had expected this outcome and was prepared for failure, when the opponent scored the third goal, Hiddink still felt deeply frustrated...

This was the third time he lost to Madman Lee. If he felt dissatisfied when he lost to Madman Lee, who led the powerful Three Lions, when he was in the Russian national team, then after he had the more powerful Blues, he still lost to Madman Lee's Newcastle, which made Hiddink speechless!

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