What makes Diarra more advantageous than Essin is that he has good physical strength and dares to make moves, which entangles Krue. In addition, thanks to Krue's outstanding performance, Chelsea puts the focus of his defense in the middle, which also brings considerable difficulties to Krue control the game.

Sabato waved his hand off the court, and Florence changed to the wing, and Cru only involved in the middle and did not really participate in the organizational offense. The organizational work was completed by Mascherano.

Mourinho immediately made adjustments to Florence's arrangements. As the game progressed and the situation on the field changed, Mourinho could no longer sit on the coach's seat and behaved cool.

The full-back and the wing forwards teamed up to curb Fiorentina's wing attack. Although they would sacrifice their own offense, it would be a good result to score a goal away from home. The key now is to not allow the team to concede the ball, rather than thinking about scoring a few more goals.

Fiorentina's wing attack was very vivid and attracted all the attention of Chelsea's defense. Joaquin and Gas Baroni broke through with one right and one left, while restraining the opponent's attack, while also quietly creating opportunities.

Of course, the so-called opportunity here is not the opportunity to pass the football directly to the goal, allowing Zhang Jun and Morientes to compete for the top spot. Instead, there is another idea.

Sabato knew that the attack on the flank could not pose a real threat to Chelsea, so he emphasized that the attack on the flank was not to score a goal through the cross, but to shift Chelsea's defense's attention from the middle to the flank. He believed that if it was one-on-one, no matter how strong the opponent was, Cru had a way to break through.

Mascherano passed the football to the wing the previous few times, but this time the opponents still thought he would do that. Is it just Joaquin or Gas Baroni?

Even Diyala, who was originally responsible for the control of Cru, was a little absent-minded. He was obviously dissatisfied with the head coach letting him play but just accompanying someone with almost no physical strength to walk. He was eager to compete for the most intense place.

Mascherano flew a shot in the middle, but in the end no one passed, and he dribbled the ball and broke through!

Diyala was delighted because the opponent was dribbling the ball was where he was. It was his turn to appear on the camera this time! Diyala packed up her inner excitement and rushed up without thinking. Now he is the only midfielder in the middle, and if he doesn't stop him, Mascherano will face their defense directly.

Mascherano saw Diyala throwing Kru down and pounced at him, and without hesitation, stabbing the ball out, targeting Kru who had been walking just now.

"That fool!" Mourinho cursed in his seat.

He received the ball, turned around, and then pushed the ball outward. The action was completed in one go, and he won a lot of money again.

With his outstanding physical fitness, Diyala chased back, hoping to block Cru from the penalty area. But how could Cru, who protected the ball, let the opponent easily snatch the football away?

Essin has no choice but to use Krue, can he be just a substitute?

Kru ignored Diyala's entanglement behind him and continued to dribble into the penalty area. Terry threw Zhang Jun down, and at this time he didn't care about who was more threatening.

Cru's upper body fluttered, making Terry think he was going to break through from the right, so he quickly moved his center of gravity to the right, but Cru pulled the ball to the left and then planned to break through from here.

At this moment, Diyala stretched out her foot to tackle from behind - this move is quite rash and could cause a disaster at any time in his penalty area. However, Diyala, who was young and energetic, did not think so much, so she wanted to stop Kru.

As soon as the football was pushed away, Cru's heel was tripped by Diyala. He suddenly lost his balance, staggered, and fell into the penalty area!

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Sabato stood up with his hands raised and a penalty kick! This is an unquestionable penalty kick!

Frankie burst into a huge cheer! They saw the dawn of home victory.

But where is the referee waving?

He made Crue stand up!?

"Fuck! He actually thought Kru had faked a fall! Shameless! The referee who was raised by that bitch!" Sabato's excitement instantly turned into anger. He kept insulting the blind referee on the sidelines until the fourth official came up to intervene.

"Sir, if you don't restrain yourself, I want to invite you to the stands." That means he will be punished by a red card.

Sabato's mind made a plan, although he was quick to speak out for a while, if he was expelled from the red card in the end, the price would be too high. Forget it, he had scolded him now and he didn't suffer any loss.

However, there must be complaints. Sabato immediately lowered his posture and said to the fourth official in a pitiful tone: "Look at the situation just now, isn't that foul? Shouldn't it be a penalty kick?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly."

"He...he's looking for a balance!" Sabato wanted to scold the fourth official, but in the end he still held back. He didn't want to watch the game in the stands next round.

On the court, the football reached Terry's feet, and Crew waved to the referee and made him get up for no reason. He did not make a fake fall - although he would make a fake fall occasionally, this time he was definitely innocent. The opponent did trip him up behind him, why didn't he blew a penalty kick?

On the other side, Gasbalone rushed towards the referee with his hands raised, indicating that the penalty was unreasonable.

At the same time, Terry passed the football to Lampard, and Chelsea took advantage of the opportunity that Fiorentina planned to appeal to the referee and fought back quickly.

Sabato was still arguing with the fourth official, while Dilivio rushed to the sidelines and yelled loudly: "Fuck! Go back to defend! Go back to defend! The ball was not out of bounds, their attack! What the hell are you doing?!"

Lampard passed the ball quickly to Lawrence.

At this time, Fiorentina had only four defenders and one goalkeeper in the half, while Chelsea had two forwards, both sides of the front, and one Lampard.

Originally, Lawrence passed the ball out and ran his own position, Chelsea's counterattack would directly threaten Fiorentina's goal, but now Lawrence is full of his mind and wants to defeat Jensen in front of him. This little man with a weak appearance and unknown appearance, he was angry when he saw it. He vowed to defeat him, the shame of Yixue for dozens of minutes!

Change direction, false action.

Jensen followed the direction and refused to take his fake moves.

It stopped urgently, and seemed to want to turn around.

Jensen also stopped urgently, but did not rob, but just pushed him gently with his hands. Either he passed the ball or came over and tried it.

Unable to turn around, Lawrence pushed the ball horizontally, intending to bypass the angle and turn around. However, Yansen touched his body and blocked the position. He couldn't run away or turn around.

Jensen ate him tightly.

The impatient Lawrence decided to force a breakthrough. He didn't care how good the Jensen position was behind him. He leaned back suddenly, hoping to knock the other party away. However, as he wanted, Jensen was steady and did not retreat in an inch.

No matter what!

He knocked the ball outward, then turned around suddenly, and increased his speed, intending to surpass the defender in an instant.

Jensen didn't want to play with him at all. While Lawrence knocked the football away from his body, Jensen took a step outward, and then a beautiful and standard tackled the football down. Lawrence kicked the football but did not kick it. Instead, he flew out due to inertia.

Jensen, who cut off the ball, passed the football to his teammates, even if he completed another defensive task.

"What are you doing?! Why don't you pass the ball?!" Lampard shouted angrily at Lawrence. The poor young man lowered his head and dared not say anything.

The Fiorentine frontcourt player who cut the ball had not returned yet, so he took advantage of this opportunity to fight back. Mascherano passed the football to Gasbaroni.

Gasbaroni did not dribble the ball, but made a long pass across the court and passed the ball directly to Joaquin's feet.

Joaquin stopped the ball and did not greedy for dribbling, but passed the ball to Krew who followed in the middle.

Diyala became nervous again.

This time, Krue did not make a breakthrough in the middle, so he pulled the ball back and then punched it straight.

Morientes ran out of the crowd and then slapped the ball, which was firmly grasped by Cech.

Although there was no goal, Fiorentina's two stormy attacks made Mourinho feel the pressure and the pressure to lose.

In this case, he had to replace Lawrence, whose performance did not satisfy him, and added a midfielder.

Lawrence was still a little resentful when he left the court, but Mourinho ignored him and he was also dissatisfied with the striker. If it weren't for his single life, Chelsea would have been ahead long ago, so why was it forced by Fiorentina to this point?

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Lawrence's fate made Sabato feel a little regretful, but now the overall situation is settled, he doesn't expect Lawrence to help him much more.

In the last five minutes of the game, Fiorentina had the advantage, and Chelsea had no ability to counterattack, so they could only retreat and hope to defend until the end of the game.

Sabato stood on the sidelines, constantly waving his hands to let the players push up, push up, and then push up. At the beginning, the defenders who did not allow assists were pressed near the center line. They had the momentum to take the entire Chelsea.

Mascherano's long shot!

Cech tried hard to hit the football, and the ball never went out of bounds, and Chelsea's crisis would not be resolved for a moment.

Sure enough, Gasbaroni stopped the ball near the sideline and then passed it into the penalty area again. This time Terry rushed forward to Zhang Jun and pushed the ball out.

Then came another long shot from Joaquin.

Football has always been wandering around Chelsea's halftime. Even if Cech holds the ball, he can't let the ball pass through the midfield. Whether it's a big foot or a hand throw, he will be cut off in the midfield.

Fiorentina is unwilling to give up the result of the draw with its opponent at home, and I believe their supporters will not agree. So the last moment is Florence's crazy time.

Chelsea posed as an iron barrel formation, and all the players, including the forwards, were huddled within their 30-meter area.

The two sides faced each other with great momentum of the Three Kingdoms cursing formation back then.

Florence: If you have the ability, come out! Don’t hide in it as a turtle! Like a woman, shameless!

Chelsea: If you ask me to come out, I will come out? Then I am too embarrassed? If you don’t come out, you won’t come out! If you have the ability, you can score in!

Florence: Damn! Don’t think it’s safe to shrink into the shell! Long shot!

So the heavy artillery roared, Mascherano, Joaquin, Gasbalone, Zhang Jun, and even Uyfalusi rushed to the front of the penalty area and tried his own shooting skills.

Zhang Jun's shot hit Terry's leg and flew towards the direction that Cech would never be able to dive. At this time, the referee had already put the whistle in his mouth, either blew the goal whistle or blew the whistle to the end of the game.

The people of Florence stood up and prepared to cheer.

Cech watched the football roll towards the goal in despair. Although it was not fast, no one had the ability to stop its movement...

If this goal is made, Chelsea will be very difficult to play at home.

All Chelsea fans, on-site, in front of the TV, and listening to the radio, can only make one sound at this time: "No—!"

God took a nap and the football hit the post, and then the football was driven out by Hono who had just rushed back. The football flew high into the left stand.

The referee stretched his arms flat and blew three whistles that ended the audience.

"Ah! It's so damn it! We actually tied!" Sabato cursed.

"But I can't see any dissatisfaction on your face." Dilivio said expressionlessly. He was really dissatisfied with the result.

"You have to know, Angelo. If their Essin didn't get a yellow card, if they didn't have the idiot Lawrence, then this draw would be our failure. But because of the above two things, our draw is not a failure. We have hope to pull the score back away."

"I don't believe you anymore."

Sabato shrugged, ignoring his assistant, and walked into the locker room.

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To be continued...