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The situation in the second half improved slightly at the beginning. Chelsea seized several opportunities to launch a threatening attack, which made Chelsea fans see hope and start to clamor again.

First, it was Lawrence's forced breakthrough and then a shot, and then Lampard's long shot from the penalty area line forced Frey to make a wonderful save.

Both shots seem to be good signs. It feels like Chelsea has gradually mastered the initiative on the court, and it is not a long way off to equalize the score.

But before Chelsea fans were happy, the situation changed again after Fiorentina got a corner kick.

The midfielder was still unable to control it and was suppressed by the Fiorentina midfielder. Forward Lawrence was quickly surrounded by four Fiorentina defenders, without any way.

Anyway, Fiorentina is now leading the score, so they are not in a hurry. They have the capital to mess with Chelsea. But Chelsea cannot afford it. If you continue playing without any rules, it will not guarantee that the team will score goals, and may concede the ball again.

Mourinho stood up from the coach's seat and paced anxiously in the rain.

Chelsea is now at its peak in England, and the Premier League championship is not exciting for them. They have won the Premier League championship and the FA Cup championship. In the history of Chelsea's team building for more than 100 years, they have never won a European Cup championship. Now the boss is rich, the coach is capable, and the players are excellent, but they met a stronger Barcelona last year. This year, they originally planned to defeat all their opponents to the top, but they met a more abnormal Fiorentina than Barcelona.

This is the first time Mourinho has seen this unruly and unreasonable tactical style, and he is completely suppressed by this tactic.

Originally, this tactic is not impossible to solve. The key to the problem is who is ahead and who is behind. Unfortunately, as the executor of this tactic, Florence is still ahead. They have more room for maneuver, while Chelsea's space is compressed to infinitely small, and tactical choices have become difficult.

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Seeing his team dominant, Sabato also stood up from his seat, then walked to the sidelines, shouting loudly inside: "Continue to compress! Keep applying pressure! Put both sides on!"

The reason why he seemed a little anxious at this time was because he knew that the weather was too great and the field was very slippery, which made the players' physical strength consume faster than usual, so the advantage of a ball was really not an advantage. When Chelsea went to play Fiorentina away, wasn't it just tied with one goal lead? Sabato did not allow such a situation to happen to his team. Now that his team has the advantage, he must make an effort to win another point and give the victory double insurance.

But things on the football field are not something that can be scored just by scoring. Fiorentina has the advantage but has been unable to score again. And the situation is gradually moving towards the direction that Barçato is worried about.

After half of the second half, the players' physical strength began to be exhausted.

The balls that had the chance were wasted because the responder could not run.

Lawrence took the ball again and looked for a breakthrough on the wing, but the defender of him was still Jensen in the last round.

This time he decided to force a breakthrough, and Jansen turned around and suddenly felt his feet slipping, and he slid horizontally. Unfortunately, he tripped over Lawrence because of the loss of center of gravity.

The referee's whistle sounded, and Sabato became nervous. In the previous game, Jensen had already received a yellow card. If he took the card again, he would be sent off. But don't lose his job at this time.

Xiang Tao, who was sitting on the bench, also stood up nervously. Considering that Jensen defended Lawrence had a better advantage in this game, Sabato placed Xiang Tao on the bench.

Lawrence was still kneeling on the ground, and kept waving his hand to the referee that he had not committed a foul, but that the ground was too slippery.

The referee obviously regarded his explanation as a quibble after the foul. He quickly ran to the foul spot and then reached into his pocket...

Yellow card!

Red card!

Two yellows turn red!

Jensen was punished!

"Damn it! That idiot referee! He has his eyes long butts on him?! He was intentional!" Sabato shouted loudly on the sidelines.

Stamford Bridge cheered, and even Mourinho felt relieved. Because he also saw that Fiorentina was not physically fit, and now he was sent off again, so there was hope for his team to equalize the score. As long as they could drag the game into overtime, they would have a great chance of winning.

Jensen felt very wronged. He really slipped accidentally, and didn't mean to trip up Lawrence. Having said that, is he worthy of a foul against Lawrence? The first yellow card was still blocking Lampard's back.

But no matter how he explained, the referee who made the decision would not change his punishment. Zhang Jun ran up, hugged Yansen's neck, and comforted him: "Don't worry, go back to the locker room to take a shower, and then wait to come back to celebrate the victory." After saying that, he pushed forward, Yansen had to bow his head in frustration and walk out of the field.

"Xion!" Sabato shouted murderously.

"Here!" Xiang Tao replied loudly.

“Go to warm up!”

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Fiorentina, who lost the left back, became the focus of Chelsea's attack. Gas Baroni had completely given up on the offense and retreated to play the left back when he came back. However, he was not a defender after all, and although he worked very hard, his effect was average.

At this moment, Xiang Tao came on the court, and the one he replaced was Gas Baroni. Before he got on the court, Sabato called him to the sidelines to make his final advice.

Looking at Sabato's unhappy expression, Xiang Tao also asked viciously: "Tell me, boss. Do you want to destroy that kid's left or right leg?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll let you go up and concentrate on defense!" When Sabato roared, Xiang Tao became much more honest. "The opponent's Lawrence likes to pull the edge very much, and he has no experience in fighting with you. He will definitely recognize you and teach him a lesson!" Sabato roared with a fist.

Xiang Tao muttered in his heart: "I think you plan to let me destroy both his legs..."

"Do it well, that Lawrence is very fast, be careful!" Gasbalone said in Xiang Tao's ear when he was out.

"I'm going to see how fast he is!" Xiang Tao rushed forward with a quick step. He was banned for two games now and wanted to vent his energy as soon as possible.

He just came on the court and faced Lawrence. Because Fiorentina, who had removed a left forward, still had more loopholes on the left than on the right, Lawrence once again pulled the wing and hoped to get a chance to break through.

Last time, he personally felt that the breakthrough was very fast, but he didn't expect to trip over Yansen, which made him extremely depressed. Now he is just here to perform again.

But as soon as he poked the football open, Xiang Tao flew over and shoveled it over. Judging from the momentum... it was clearly aimed at the calves's head-on bone. With Lawrence's conditioned reflex, Xiang Tao quickly closed his feet and let his feet slide out against the grass. The football was broken by him, and then immediately got up, stuck to the position, and passed the football to Donadal.

Lawrence, who found out that he had been fooled, was very angry. He originally planned to jump away and raise his hand to signal the referee to the dangerous action, but he didn't expect that Xiang Tao's feet would become so fast that he had no evidence at all.

Xiang Tao was very satisfied with Lawrence's expression. He shrugged at the other party, tilted his head, and spread his hands. Yansen was too honest and would have been bullied by this kid. If he were him, who would have bullied him.

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Zhang Jun rarely runs now. Most of the time he stands in the frontcourt and waits for his teammates to pass the ball to him. It’s not that he wants to be lazy, but that he really can’t run anymore. The game in April is already intensive, and the venue of this game is bad. With the same sprint distance, he almost has to use twice as much strength as usual.

Fiorentina is now suppressed by Chelsea in turn, which is also related to his exhaustion of physical strength. The striker cannot run so much that there is almost no threat - Sabato's chaos tactics have very high requirements for everyone's physical fitness.

Kru passed the ball to Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun had just run out two steps and suddenly fell to the ground, then hugged his right leg and twitched on the ground in pain!

This scared Sabato and all Zhang Jun's fans.

Terry, who was closest to Zhang Jun, ran over to check the situation - he first had to make sure that Zhang Jun did not deliberately pretend to be injured and delayed time. As a result, when he ran over, Zhang Jun's face was twisted in pain, and it didn't seem to be pretending. And when he looked at the part where Zhang Jun was holding, he knew from experience that it should be cramps.

The referee signaled that the stretcher would be on the court and could not receive treatment on the court, otherwise it would be a waste of time behind. Krue also ran up. Before being carried onto the stretcher, Zhang Jun squeezed his eyebrows and said to Krue: "The remaining game depends on you..."

Kru knew that Zhang Jun could not play again, so he nodded and watched Zhang Jun being carried down by medical staff.

Just as he was carried to the sidelines, Sabato ran to see him.

"How about it?"

Feng Qing was pulling the foot for Zhang Jun. He looked at Zhang Jun, and then shook his head at Sabato: "I think you don't expect the rest of this game. He is still on the court. He is cramped and exhausted, and he can't run even if he goes up."

Sabato looked at Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun didn't say anything, but just nodded to Sabato sorry. He knew his body, and he wouldn't have been willing to come down if he hadn't been able to run away.

Sabato thought fortunately he had left the last substitution quota. So he nodded and said, "Okay, Zhang Jun, you have a good rest. You did a great job in this game and we will win."

Then he turned around and shouted to Morientes who was still warming up: "Fernando! I'm ready to play!"

As the game progressed, it was all unfavorable to Fiorentina. Jensen was sent off by a red card, and the main striker Zhang Jun was cramped. Home fans began to look forward to the perfect reversal of the team's equalization first and then overtake.

One minute later, Morientes replaced Zhang Jun, Fiorentina's formation was adjusted to 4311, and Joaquin returned to the midfielder to assist in the defense.

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Zhang Jun, who could barely walk, returned to the locker room alone. He planned to take a simple shower first, then change and dry his clothes to avoid catching a cold.

When he entered the locker room, he found Jensen standing in front of the TV, watching the broadcast nervously, clenching his fists tightly, and he didn't even notice when he pushed the door in.

"Don't be so nervous, relax, ha." Zhang Jun suddenly spoke and scared him. Zhang Jun looked at his nervous look and smiled again.

"Captain..." After saying hello, he turned his head to look at the TV again.

"What are you worried about?" Zhang Jun asked knowingly.

"Worried..." Jensen originally wanted to say it directly, but suddenly he felt that maybe the team would really lose when he said it, so he quickly shut up.

"Don't worry!" Zhang Jun patted his shoulder comfortably, "Do you remember what I told you when you left? Change your clothes quickly and we will go out to celebrate the promotion later."

After saying that, he went into the bathroom alone.

Yansen watched Zhang Jun enter, turned around and watched TV. His fists were still clenched tightly.

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"Fiorentina is in a big crisis, with one less person on the field, away games, slippery and exhausted. I can hardly think of anything more unlucky than now."

"No, at least they are ahead now, not behind."

"But, looking at Chelsea's offensive, I feel that their advantage will soon disappear."

The commentator and the guest on the TV clearly held two views.

The Dean who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV was also very conflicted because he was a die-hard Chelsea fan, but also a Kreu fan.

"Who should I cheer for in this situation?" The fluorescent of the TV was reflected on his glasses, and he murmured to himself.

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When Zhang Jun came out of the bathroom with his wet hair, Jensen was still watching the TV broadcast without any intention of changing clothes. Zhang Jun smiled bitterly. Because he was sent off, he was very afraid that the team would lose, because that would mean he would have to bear a lot of responsibility.

He understood Jensen's meaning, but no one would blame him, because the yellow card was originally an inexplicable product.

On the TV, Chelsea is besieging Florence's goal. It seems that Florence's defense is already shaky and there is danger of being pierced at any time.

No wonder Jensen was nervous, even Zhang Jun frowned.

The TV broadcast took the time to give Sabato and Mourinho a shot. Mourinho returned to his seat at this moment, chewing gum leisurely. Sabato walked around the sidelines anxiously, shouting loudly into the field from time to time. The rain wet his hair and covered his head in a mess, looking as embarrassed as Florence now.

This set of contrasting shots is very meaningful.

Lampard's long shot was pounced by Frey again, and a sigh sounded from Stamford Bridge.
To be continued...