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Zhang Jun stopped the football and then stepped back to prepare for a run. Everyone's eyes were focused on him at this moment.

Cech knew very well how accurate Zhang Jun's free kick was, and he did not dare to neglect at all, and his teammates were obviously very clear, so Chelsea lined up a wall of seven people for a free kick 27 meters in front of the penalty area.

Cech kept shouting behind: "Left! Go to the left a little further! Completely seal the angle!"

Zhang Jun was not in a hurry, and stood in front of the ball, quietly watching the wall of people following the goalkeeper in command. He had no other teammates around him, and everyone knew that this ball was his penalty, and the opponent defended the free kick he took.

After the walls were arranged, they were reluctant to retreat. The referee stood at 9:15 meters away from the football and whistled to signal everyone to retreat.

After three consecutive blows, the Chelsea player almost reached out to take out the card. Only then did the Chelsea player reluctantly retreat and kept protesting with the referee.

As soon as the referee left, they quietly moved forward half a step forward, and 9:15 meters turned them into 8:75 meters.

He kept standing on the sidelines and watching Dilivio nervously sees this, regardless of whether the referee can hear it, he waves and shouts loudly: "Let them go back! It's so despicable!"

Zhang Jun didn't care. He looked at the referee and saw that the other party put down his arm and signaled that he could play football.

He started running, one step, two steps, three steps!

Shoot!

The walls jumped up one after another, increasing the height, trying to stop Zhang Jun's shot.

But the football went high above their heads and flew towards the near corner of the goal.

When Cech saw the football coming out from behind the wall, he quickly flew to the near corner. He was 1.97 meters tall, and he was confident that he would stop the ball.

The football crosses the human wall and is very high. If it continues to fly like this, it will fly directly out of the bottom line.

But who is Zhang Jun? How could such a thing be allowed to happen?

The football suddenly fell, a standard leaf-falling ball.

Cech's hands were very long, but he was still almost enough to touch the football. Moreover, Zhang Jun's fallen leaf ball was difficult to defend. The football fell behind his hand, then rubbed against the crossbar... and flew into the goal!

"Ahhh! The ball is scored! The ball is scored! Beautiful direct free kick!! Zhang Jun equalized the score for Fiorentina! He is now the top scorer of the Champions League this season, and has scored eleven goals so far! Awesome result!"

Frankie was boiling all over, Zhang Jun raised his hands high and waited for his teammates to come up and celebrate the goal with him with a smile.

"Oh! Zhang Jun's smile! We haven't seen it on the court for some days. I've seen it again today. I really miss it..."

Mourinho jumped up from his seat for the second time in this game, then waved his arms and cursed hard: "*!"

Almost as Zhang Jun passed the football over Cech's hand, Sabato rushed out and hugged Dilivio with his arms raised on the sidelines. How could he not be excited? After waiting for most of the game, he finally waited for the moment of equalizing the score. The situation was immediately different. Fiorentina, who was at home, will take the initiative!

The Frankie Stadium was once again jokingly cheers: "Long live! Zhang Jun! Long live! Florence!!"

Looking at the celebrating Fiorentine players, Essin may be the one who regrets the most now.

Unexpectedly, he was impulsive, not only prevented him from participating in the next round, but also allowed his team to equalize the score. He thought that it was still far from the goal and this free kick would not be much threat, but he did not expect that Zhang Jun's shooting range would still be at ease at this distance.

He was only now remembering what Mourinho said two days before the game: "Cru is a very talented player, but I think his biggest threat is not his skills, but his fancy technology, the face that despises everything. This is a great excitement for his opponents. Looking at the past Fiorentina games, many opponents were angry with Cru's indifferent attitude and gorgeous skills, and lost their normal hearts, which eventually led to losing the game."

He always felt that Mourinho was exaggerating. How could a professional player be so easily angered? He had never played with Cruy, and had never seen the group fight that caused him to anger Vieira for the first time he came on the court. Otherwise, he would not have thought so.

It's too late to regret now.

Chelsea equalized by Fiorentina. Although the score was a draw, Fiorentina obviously had the upper hand in morale. "Moretti" on the football field is a very important thing, and sometimes, it even determines the result of a game.

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Sure enough, after the re-telection, Fiorentina seemed highly morale and frequently launched an offensive against Chelsea's hinterland.

Sabato, who equalized the score, has to stick to his style of play. On the surface, it is quite beneficial to Chelsea if he continues to waste this way, because Chelsea is originally playing with the mentality of winning the draw, and what about them having another away goal?

However, Sabato did not count this. What he expected was that as the game progressed and as he deliberately "conservative" in tactics, Chelsea would definitely relax. Especially after seeing the performance of Lawrence, he believed it without doubt.

The 18-year-old kid clearly showed that it was too smooth and had never seen any storms. So today I will let him see how dark professional football is and how shameless he is.

As long as Lawrence doesn't end for a moment, he has a chance. Chelsea's tactics will definitely be destroyed by that young and frivolous idiot.

Then Mourinho, just cry!

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Lawrence is really depressed now. He played well with the team in the first half and scored a goal early. It was a wonderful night for him personally.

Now? He was besieged by the opponent at the beginning of the second half and could not fight back. He was evenly killed by the unknown Jensen on the wing. Then the team was equalized, and he had to retreat to the near-the-spot area to participate in the defense. Many times, he even needed to return to the goal to be a central defender who headed the ball to clear the ball.

He has always been the leader in English football, a striker of the same order as Rooney and Irving, but now he is suppressed in Fiorentina so much that he can't raise his head. He feels very unhappy.

Lawrence was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

Chelsea finally had a chance to fight back. After passing the ball with two feet, he reached Lawrence's feet. He did not pass it to Drogba who raised his hand in front and asked for it, but instead lowered his head to make a move to Jensen.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the consequences. Jensen is not tall, but his speed is not slow, and the downward shift is very stable. Lawrence planned to force breakthrough with his body and speed, but Jensen was stuck in the position and squeezed out of the sideline.

Sabato smiled under the court. Don’t think that Jensen has few chances to play, but thinks that he is a soft persimmon and can be pinched at will. The reason why he was attracted to him was brought from Eredivisie to Serie A was because this young man had very good position skills. It can be said that if he only competes with position, Xiang Tao is definitely not his opponent.

Facing a defender who will get stuck, no matter how fast your forward is or how strong your body is, you will only have one feeling when you hit it: it is a wall!

Lawrence hit a wall in Jensen, but he couldn't retreat yet. Who gave him the speed and needed to keep pulling the edge? The left road is Ruben's world, and he can't compete with Ruben for territory. He can only identify Jensen's side.

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Tackle! Tackle again! Tackle again, turn around!

Frankie's screams became louder and louder, and Essin felt that he was really embarrassed. He actually made Crue lose his center of gravity with such a simple movement.

At the beginning of the game, he was able to gain the upper hand in the showdown with the No. 10. Now as the game progresses, he is almost fooled. He is in the Premier League. When has he been so shamed? But he feels even more shameful that things are not just being fooled or being fooled, but because he can only watch himself being fooled and cannot do anything out of order to retaliate, because he can now carry a yellow card on his back and is suspended in the next round. If he is sent off by a red card, it will not be a suspension.

Cru passed the football out and ran to the next position.

He didn't care at all about the person around him who was spinning around him at this moment. If he had to perform more or less play with his opponents and had a mentality of watching his opponents make a fool of himself, then now he has all his mind on the football itself, and he just wants to play the ball well. As for Essing's feelings, it was a by-product of this idea. Essing himself was unlucky and had nothing to do with Cru.

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In the 69th minute of the game, Chelsea launched a counterattack. This time, the difference is that they did not rely on the cooperation and speed of two or three people to hit the front, but almost went out in full force and threatened Fiorentina's goal with the gradual advancement momentum.

This was an unexpected counterattack for the Fiorentine defenders.

Essin was responsible for the midfield dispatch and offensive organization. He passed the ball to Lampard. Lampard took advantage of the fact that Mascherano, who was defending him, had not yet been in place and forced a breakthrough, which completely disrupted Fiorentina's defense.

Then he did not shoot directly, but distributed the ball to Ruben on the wing.

Relying on speed and technology, Ruben broke through Ram, and then made a timely cross. Drogba, who followed up in the middle, jumped high and headed with a powerful header!

"Come on..." Frey planned to rush the ball down, but he didn't expect to use too much force, and his feet slipped and he didn't jump up at all. He watched the football fly into the goal in despair!

"That's a hell!" Sabato jumped out of his seat and roared.

"Great!" Mourinho jumped out of his seat for the third time. He raised his arms and cheered for his men. The Chelsea fans who arrived also jumped up like Mourinho, raising their arms and cheered.

Just as Chelsea were celebrating wildly, Fiorentine's full-back Jensen raised his arms and kept swaying. What was he signaling? He was signaling the referee that the ball was an offside.

Sure enough, the linebacker had never put down the flag raised high. The referee also blew a whistle, indicating that the goal was invalid, and Fiorentina played a free kick in the backcourt!

The penalty immediately attracted boos and scolding from Chelsea fans at the scene, and the Chelsea players who were still celebrating the goal just now were even more shocked. They did not think that Drogba was offside first, this was a misjudgment!

Chelsea, who was blown away, naturally had to find the referee to make a statement.

Mourinho was even more excited and grabbed the fourth official and complained to him about the referee on duty in the game.

"Damn it! How can this ball be offside?! Look carefully at the TV replay!"

The fourth official shrugged: "Sorry, sir. According to the FIFA referee's constitution, the referee cannot use the game video and the screen broadcast on the live screen as the basis for the penalty."

"Fuck the charter! This cannot be an excuse to hide your mistakes!"

"Mr. Mourinho, I want to remind you that you should respect the referee. If you speak rudely, I reserve the right to appeal to the above."

Mourinho also knew that if he was appealed, he would have to sit in the stands and command on his mobile phone in the next round of the game. After losing Essin, this was definitely not what he wanted to see. Therefore, no matter how bad his mood is now, he could only choose to swallow his anger.

He shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, then patted him hard, and turned around and left.

The situation on the court changed surprisingly in just one minute, which many people were unexpected. But Sabato laughed below: "Haha! Offside first! Great! I'll let you celebrate! Let you be happy!"

Just as the court was arguing about this penalty, the TV station also promptly sent out a replay of the moment.

However, the scene was repeatedly played four times, but the commentator and the special guest of the ball were speechless. Because at the moment of Ruben's passing, it was too difficult to judge whether Drogba was offside. It makes sense to say that he was offside, and it is not wrong to say that he was not offside.

But the lineman thinks that it is offside. Now, Chelsea suffers in silence.

Finally, the commentator said a classic that many people often mention: "Maybe... the lineman thinks that this ball is offside because Drogba's nose is a little bit more out than Kyle... a nose position, ha!"

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Although the goal just now was not counted, Sabato knew in his heart that even if the referee thought the goal was effective, he had no choice. Because it was really too vague, they were just lucky.

Through this false alarm, he saw the problem on the defense line - when the opponent turned from defense to offense, his attention was still not focused enough.

"Did you forget what I said during the halftime break? Bring me up! Stop giving them such a chance! Damn it!"

Naturally, the Fiorentine players will not be willing to let the head coach who was prepared for nothing before the game teach them this lesson, so they have to teach them a lesson - put pressure on Chelsea.

Essin, who was carrying a yellow card, performed with a tightening hand, which made Mourinho very dissatisfied. He was finally replaced with fifteen minutes left in the game. The 25-year-old French midfielder Lasana Diara was replaced.

When Chelsea was about to make a substitution, Sabato was a little nervous, but when he saw the specific replacement, he felt relieved - Lawrence was still on the court, so he had a chance.
To be continued...