Chapter 129 Abu is 'Gao Hei'! (Daily Transition) Benatia is gradually entering the peak of his career this season. The explosive power has not been completely destroyed by injuries. The moment of being knocked open. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity, lunged forward and exerted force, making it look as if he had "thrown" his entire body over. The right hand grabbed Torres' chest. Bah! The Premier League's close-up sound equipment produced the adrenaline-pumping sounds of physical combat. Torres once again pushed aside the Roma center back in a brutal manner. Get out of the restricted area! "Wow!" "Stekelenburg attacks!" "Torres."

"Dribble past the goalkeeper." "A determined look." “No one can stop it.” "The empty door." "One push shot!" Torres got rid of the goalkeeper handsomely and elegantly in the penalty area and shot. All eyes are on the trajectory of the ball across the grass. The faces in the stands of Stamford Bridge went from shock to horror and finally to disappointment. Torres looked at the football rolling out of the baseline, and he knelt on his knees as if all the strength in his body had been drained. There was an uproar. How can you not get in? The commentator's tone was full of regret: "Once upon a time, he could do anything." Stekelenburg slapped his chest with lingering fear. Benatia comforted Kjaer: "Don't be discouraged, some top central defenders have also been scored after Torres intercepted the ball." Studio. - [Injury is the biggest enemy of professional players. ] - [Without the meniscus, the body can no longer support Torres' hunting instinct and muscle memory.] - 【It was a close call, Chelsea almost scored a goal. 】 Courtside. Mourinho calmly put down the bottle of mineral water. Raise your hands and applaud. He is similar to Enrique in that he sets out the offensive framework in advance and allows the frontcourt players to play freely within the framework. The other side.

Garcia was looking at his former favorite - Hazard. "The greatest threat to the Roman defenses." VIP box. Abramovich clenched his fist excitedly and cheered: "Torres played well." "However, we must hurry up and buy a young center forward in the winter window." Hear this. Ms. Scaya immediately reported: "Diego Costa of Atletico Madrid, Lewandowski of Dortmund, and Gao Qi of Roma." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone. I don’t know when it started, but the “Stamford Bridge striker curse” was born in European football. Most of the strikers bought at high prices will 'lose themselves' after joining Chelsea. Experts and professors have given many bizarre explanations, but none of them have convinced the fans. "Gao Qi?" "Of course I know him, I watch Transfermarkt regularly." "He ranks 22nd among all forwards in Europe. He won the Champions League Golden Boot last season. But do you know what those professional football analysis agencies and scouts think of him?" “Eat resources.” "Use the resources of the entire team." "In two seasons, he only scored four goals through his personal ability." "Most of the chances were given to him by Pjanic, Morata and Totti." "Not to mention, in the same position, Roma's backup center forward Osvaldo's shot conversion rate is much higher than his!" Abu crossed his arms over his chest, giving an 'all-knowing' expression. Ms. Skaya didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I am not afraid that the boss doesn’t understand football, I am afraid that the boss likes to believe the so-called experts. “Gao is more than just a center.” "He is a number nine and a half, helping Roma create space" No more words were said. She knew what type of person Abu's 'dream love' was. Chelsea's bench is really rich. De Bruyne had explosive numbers during his time at Werder Bremen in the Bundesliga, but it would be difficult for him to return to Stamford Bridge.

Lukaku played like a 'little monster' at Everton, but he couldn't get a starting position even after returning to Chelsea. Who in the world wants Roma to lose in the Champions League? In addition to the mortal enemy - Lazio fans, there are the 'noble' Real Madrid local members. Around the Bernabeu. Inside a pub. The air smelled of alcohol. The cups made banging sounds against the wooden table. "Damn it, Torres was so ruthless against Real Madrid, but he was so weak against Roma." "Arrogant Chinese boy, get out of here right now!" "I hope he advances, draws Real Madrid in the knockout round, and kneels down at the Bernabeu to atone for his sins!" Liking is a habit. Hatred requires a spur. Gao Qi's brilliant performance in Rome was like an invisible flying kick, which severely shattered the nobility of the Madridists. Stamford Bridge Stadium. The competition was extremely intense. It's not the usual "attacker suppresses defender" scene. The "four points" between Chelsea's two lines are very well behaved. The players scattered outside the four points are very irritable. "De Bruyne! Trying to dribble forward." "Oscar!" "This is really cruel!" "The referee indicated that there was no foul." "Chelsea's counterattack." De Bruyne was brought down by Oscar with the ball. Knocked down cleanly. The reason why he cannot return to Chelsea is because his competitor in the same position is Oscar. According to the traditional perspective: Oscar's pass success rate and ball-handling ability are not as good as De Bruyne's. but. Oscar is better at running and stealing.

The terrifying steal data makes fans doubt whether he is a technical midfielder. "Oscar's passing has deteriorated since he came to the Premier League and his spirituality has gone." "That's not right. His passing and spirituality were shown in the Brazilian league. After coming to the Premier League, the intensity of the competition is different." "really." "Oscar's through ball found the Roma defender." Kjaer stopped the ball steadily and passed it to Maicon on the wing. The Danish center back's tension and pressure gradually disappeared. Feeling relaxed: Gao is right, Chelsea's offensive chain lacks him. The Roma fans who accompanied the army to London were worried. They believe that Gao Qi must be under a lot of pressure as he is in the middle of Chelsea's 'four points' on two lines. Cahill, Terry, Ramires, Mikel. Four tough, muscular men. On the green field. Gao Qi observed the ball path in the backcourt. While chatting with Mikel. In the 2005 World Youth Championship, this little black boy was a "future star" on par with Messi. Xiao Heidan’s view on choosing a mate is very clear: when looking for a partner, one should not only look at appearance, but also family conditions. "The director's camera moves to the stands." "Olga Diachenko!" "A rich Russian girl with a distinguished background. I heard that Mikel is pursuing her." "Diyachenko's father in 1996." "Hey hey hey black and white!" The commentator was preparing to give the fans a brief introduction to the history of oligarchs. Coach Zhang blocked his response with one word. Time passes minute by minute. The fight between the two sides was fierce, but there was no threatening attack. Chelsea's offensive chain was disjointed. Roma has a strong desire to attack, but the opponent is too tough.

Studio. - [It's over. I'm in jail. ] - [It is impossible for him to go to jail. He must be waiting for the CD of his ultimate skill like Giroud. ] - [You guys always brag about Gao Qi's amazing goals, but after watching the past two seasons, he has scored less amazing goals than Giroud, who scored the scorpion kick! He won that Pu card award!] - [Little black guy, you are making fun of me again, how many Champions League Golden Boots do you have? ] - [Giroud: Can you please stop using me as a reference for Gao Qi?] 43 minutes. Mikel and Gao Qi joked: "You are surrounded by us." Gao Qi shook his head: "You are the ones who are surrounded by me." Say it. Continue running sideways. Little Heidan had no time to refute and quickly followed. Florenzi dribbled the ball through the center circle from the left. No brains involved. No other locations were observed. As soon as he saw Gao Qi running out of space to receive the ball, he immediately swung his legs slightly. Snapped. The football stuck to the grass and went diagonally through Chelsea's first line of defense. "Master's Vision!" "This diagonal pass is so brilliant, it fully demonstrates Florenci's overall vision." "Hehehe, Gao Qi ran well." The passion at Stamford Bridge was ignited. Cheers also broke out as the players started fighting. Gao Qi stepped on the football while turning sideways. Mikel and Ramirez approached quickly. The two little black eggs formed a pincer attack. Bang bang bang! Just like fighting games! Grab the breasts, hug the waist and push the butt! The audience only saw the football being pulled and pushed away from the chaotic crowd. The two little black eggs lost their balance and staggered to the ground. Gao Qi passed the ball forward before other Chelsea players could surround him. “I really can’t hold it back!” "Gao Qi was so steady in holding the ball in the frontcourt that neither of them could snatch it away." "Helps other Roma players create paths forward." "The ball was passed to De Bruyne who made a run in."

"The Belgian genius kicks the ball behind him!" "Morata!" "Oh my? Why is Cahill's defensive positioning so good!" In the process of Morata starting. Cahill judged the path of the ball, locked in position, and used his head to push the falling football out. The clearance was not successful. Stroman stopped the ball outside the penalty area. Roma prepares to launch a secondary attack. The fans in the close-up stands suddenly shouted a name frantically. Azpilicueta! "Too fierce!" "The young Chelsea full-back rudely seized the ball!" "You know, Stroman was the top player in the Eredivisie last season." Chelsea quickly launched a counterattack from the backcourt. Mourinho on the sidelines stood up excitedly. He would like to use the current Chelsea lineup to replicate the high-quality counterattack he displayed when he coached Real Madrid. Unfortunately, the ingredients did not match the expected dish. "Azar!" "Yingchao King!" Hazard receives the ball near the centre circle. The moment of leading the ball. The whole person seemed to be about to explode. He stumbled and passed the ball, then accelerated to get rid of De Rossi. Twisting her big butt. Directly towards the Roma defense line. Maicon quickly moved inward to assist in defense and tried to engage in close combat. Both of them were running. Maicon stepped on the accelerator and chased back frantically.

He stretched his arms across Hazard's body and grabbed his chest fiercely. He stepped forward with his right leg, placed it in front of Hazard's knee, and poked the football. "Tie Shan Kao!" "Hey?" "Why is it Maicon who fell down?" Hazard's face is full of invincibility. Take a stroll. It was as if he had not just experienced a fight, but was happily enjoying a burger. Maicon, who was behind him, fell to the ground in a mess. The audience in front of the TV couldn't help but hold their breath. - 【Awesome! 】 - 【The King of Balls. 】 - 【The third person in the world. 】 - 【Pass, stop, dribble and shoot, the king’s style of play. 】 - 【On the importance of gluteus maximus. 】 - 【Hurry up and knock on the door! 】 Chelsea played two against two in the frontcourt. Hazard, Torres vs Benatia, Kjaer. The ball did not fly to the goal. Instead, he paddled along the grass towards the former Holy Child. "Hazard is so selfless." "I could have kicked the ball myself, but I chose to pass it to my teammate who was in a better position." "See how Torres handles it!" "Pretty!" "One kick!" "Ouch! Is this a pass?" The football fell lightly into Stekelenburg's arms. Torres was so ashamed that he squatted down like an ostrich and buried his head deeply in his knees. Outside the center circle. The fourth official held up the number plate. First half, two minutes of stoppage time. Gao Qi looked at the embarrassed Torres squatting in the Roma penalty area. A vague golden shadow gradually condensed in the field of vision. Soul Crucible. Son of Poseidon.

Golden boy, holy child. The Roma goalkeeper didn't lie in a daze on the grass. It is in the blood of the Red Wolves to not be timid when playing away games. Swing your arm. Three-step run-up. Stekelenburg slammed the ball forward like a shot putter! "You are so blind. Do you really think you are Neuer?" “What an accurate transmission!” Torres quickly got up, turned around and ran, actively returning to defense. Chelsea players are in the process of getting into position. I looked up and watched the football fly back to our own half. Terry judged the landing point and wanted to rush up and shoot Gao Qi. but. In the bus system, the two central defenders cannot lose their positions at will. Mikel stuck close to Gao Qi and kept talking trash: "I'll say it again, you are surrounded by us." "I surrounded you." After Chelsea's attack failed to convert, the players went into defensive position, with their functions divided into two parts: one part continued to stay in position, and the other part lost their position to block and delay the opponent's attack. Gao Qi held Mikel with his back. Lift your right foot. Snapped! The football hits the instep. The white sneakers slammed on the ground. The downward momentum suddenly disappeared without a trace. "Wow!" "Did Gao Qi learn Diego Costa's powerful ball-handling method in the Atletico Madrid match?" “He has a better feel for the ball.” "Barbarian Bull, turn around!" "The body pushed Oscar away." "Open your arms and expand your range to protect the ball."

"Push forward?" "Charge!" Gao Qi truly felt the terrifying power gushing out from his legs. in view. The golden shadow did not convey any negative emotions. No reluctance. No regrets. There is only the determination to move forward. He tripped and was about to fall, but he suddenly controlled his center of gravity. Try hard to chase the running golden shadow. Torres fought back to defend. That's too late. He looked at the young Roman player who stumbled and then got up again. do not know why. My heartstrings tightened. Tens of thousands of spectators were stunned. Roma's No. 9 on the pitch. The moment the explosion started. It seemed as if the entire Stamford Bridge trembled twice. The tall figure running. It represents power and speed. It has stirred the thoughts of countless people. Mikel and Oscar looked incredulous as they realized they couldn't catch up. People spend their whole lives chasing the shadow of their soul. The audience in front of the TV were also stunned. What kind of monster is this? He is meters tall and as fast as a tiger! Such long legs! This leg muscle line! The rhythm of touching the ball with long strides! Frontal explosion.

Charge into battle alone. "Cahill and Terry were in great positions." “They have to move.” "One goes to the outside and forces the opponent!" "One of them stays back and guards the inside!" “Defensive layers.” in the lens. Cahill was full of energy and rushed towards Gao Qi without hesitation. Physical contact. next second! Got flung away! "Eat Cahill raw!" "Chelsea's divine guard cannot stop Gao Qi's progress!" The breeze from the Thames blew my black hair. The white hem of her dress was also blown up. "A white horse walks alone in the mountains. If it cries, the river will burst, and if it gallops, the mountain will collapse." "Terry!" "special" Gao Qi made an emergency stop. Raise your arms. Swing your legs. Bah! A blast that resounded through the sky turned Stamford Bridge into a library! The football whizzed towards Chelsea's goal! Goalkeeper Cech leaped forward with his gloves clenched into fists. Signature move: single punch to catch a heavy artillery! When everyone came to their senses. The Chelsea net had been blown up. Cech failed to touch the ball. Terry tried his best to block the ball but it ended up gnashing his butt. The heavy artillery was deviated from its trajectory. 0:1! ! !

stand up! Everyone stands up! The applause was like a tide, drowning Roma's No. 9 on the green field. "Pretty!" "The ball is in!" “A perfect performance of personal heroism.” “The aesthetics of violence.” "The beauty created by the combination of strength and speed blooms in him." "Gao Qi!" “He scored at Stamford Bridge in the final moments of the first half in the most domineering way.” “Break the deadlock!” "Helped Roma take the lead!" Studio. The comment section exploded! - [Dump truck?] - 【Tiger tank! 】 - [It's so overbearing and rude, and the visual impact it brings is too explosive. 】 - [Awesome! Gao Qi's first famous 'raw food' scene in his career. 】 - [Top central defender Cahill became a background player. ] - [Goals are a small matter, the key is: Gao Qi proved to the world of football tonight that he has made up for another shortcoming; a growing offensive monster, the pressure he brings to other clubs is equivalent to that in science fiction movies.] - [Why did Terry block that shot? If he didn't, Cech might have been able to catch the ball. ] VIP box. Abu opened his mouth in surprise. My face was burning and hurting. "What did I say?" Ms. Skaya looked helpless: "Gao is the Champions League Golden Boot." "That's not it." "Gao has no personal problem-solving ability. He absorbed the resources of the entire Roma team to become the Champions League Golden Boot. He sucks blood and is incompatible with Chelsea's tactical system." "Did I say that? Those bastard scouts said that. They're a bunch of liars." Torres was dumbfounded. Looking at Gao Qi's back, I seemed to see myself when I was young. The train of time. bah bah bah! We are behind, we must seize the time to equalize! what happened? First half injury time has arrived? Gao Qi staggered two steps. This kind of kicking is really bad for the knees. After trying to lift and stretch his thighs, he started running excitedly.

The golden shadow contentedly dissipated with the night wind and turned into twinkling stars. Gao Qi rushed to the corner flag area. I didn't go to see De Bruyne jumping around. I can't let him be led astray again. He tugged at the Roma badge on his chest. Make a "raising the trophy" motion. The Roma fans who went on the expedition with the army suddenly went crazy! They firmly believe: In the new season, Gao Qi will definitely win the championship! Courtside. The French assistant coaches haven't recovered yet. Speaks stutteringly. "Boss, Gao." "Shh! Don't talk, just feel it with your heart!" Garcia looked up at the goal replay on the large LED screen in mid-air. He shook his head in surprise. He was determined to learn from Enrique how to arrange the end point and the right to fire. The other side. Mourinho sat in the coaching booth. Support your chin. My thoughts gradually drifted away. When he was in Real Madrid's youth team, Gao had good football IQ, reasonable ball handling, abundant physical strength, team spirit, and excellent judgment of headers and landing points. He has always been the "support" and "green leaf" of Morata and Hesse. As a result, he went to Rome to play as the 'core' and played so well. Bernabeu. The Bear and the Raspberry Tavern. The Real Madrid members were shaking with anger. The foam from the beer soaked my crotch. cold. The "pride" of the Madridists was extinguished by the wonderful performance of the young Chinese player, and they felt a biting cold all over. "What's so great."

"Real Madrid beat Galatasaray 6-1 last night!" "Don't let us meet Roma this season, or this kid will die miserably!" The ball was repositioned in the centre circle. Torres kicked off. The referee blew the whistle to end the first half. clap clap clap! The applause started again! Mikel quickly ran to the close-up stands, ready to show his concern for the daughter of a Russian oligarch family whom he was pursuing. "Very handsome?" "Hehehe, that's it! The fans here call me the African Beckham!" "What are you looking at?" Little Black Egg raised his hand and waved it in front of Diyachenko. The other party is unmoved. He followed the line of sight. Ok? It’s Gao Qi’s back! What the hell? Gao Qi returned to the locker room. Take time to rest. The masseurs, team doctors and coaching staff quickly became busy. "Chelsea will not change their tactics just because they are one goal behind." "Maybe they'll change someone." "Eto'o replaces Torres." (End of this chapter)