Chapter 481: Chapter 481

Mourinho absolutely wouldn’t admit defeat at his home ground!

Moreover, before the match, he boasted grandly.

This match, there’s only one path, to win!

So, when he kicked the tactics board flying in the locker room, Chelsea’s players instantly understood that tactics were secondary; the key was to have the determination to win the match.

"Attack their right flank!"

The Blue Army aimed their attacks at the right-back Sabaleta.

The Argentine full-back is over thirty, though experienced, time is unforgiving, and his stamina will certainly noticeably decline in the second half.

This is a breakthrough point.

Almost every attack deliberately sought opportunities on his side.

In the 48th minute, William pulled to the flank, luring Sabaleta out, then started on the spot and shook him off, cutting inside along the sideline!

Fortunately, Mangala timely pulled out from the penalty area to assist, sliding and clearing the ball out of bounds.

In the 52nd minute, Sabaleta faced another 1V1, but this time, his opponent was Pedro.

Pedro, standing at 169 cm, has more finesse at his feet than William, with richer dribbling skills;

He first cut inside, and when Sabaleta turned halfway, pulled the ball back, then seamlessly connected with a flick bicycle move, dazzling past the opponent cutting to the baseline!

This time, Mangala couldn’t cover for his teammate because Diego Costa was sprinting towards the near post!

"Who’s covering!" Sabaleta shouted anxiously.

Midfield cover Yaya Toure rushed over, intercepting Pedro’s cutback pass, breaking the ball once again.

"Tighten up, especially on the flanks!" Tang Long called out, clapping to encourage his teammates.

Though the team failed to capitalize on two good chances, Mourinho was very satisfied with these two bursts of attack.

Sabaleta had thoroughly exposed his weakness in foot speed;

And the covering distance midfield Toure ran had reached the point of exhausting his energy.

What I, Mourinho, need to do now is to score the equalizing goal before the opponent makes tactical adjustments!

"Keep pushing, speed up!"

After two impacts, Sabaleta was evidently exhausted in defense.

His movements were weak, and he communicated with his defense teammates with a grave expression.

However, Chelsea didn’t give him any respite, and three minutes later, the third wave of flank attack came!

This time, it’s no longer a 1V1 battle on the ground, but Fabregas with a direct long pass!

Striking behind Sabaleta!

Manchester City’s defense line originally wanted to play offside, but somehow, Sabaleta was a beat slow, left behind;

William made a direct cut behind him, winning the speed battle against Sabaleta, dribbling into the box!

The football rolled past Caballero’s extended hand, landing at Costa’s feet, who beautifully pushed it into the empty goal!

In the 56th minute, Chelsea leveled the score!

"Costa, Costa has equalized the score!"

"Manchester City’s defense line failed playing offside!" Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱

"Stanford Bridge erupts in thunderous cheers!"

"Who said this is a library? This is a bustling construction site!"

"Now both sides return to the same starting line."

"Coach Fan, your prediction was half correct!"

Seeing Chelsea finally equalized, Fan Zhiyi, who predicted a reversal by the home team at half-time, also showed a triumphant smile.

"Let me clarify, it’s not that I don’t support Tang’s team, but Chelsea is indeed more united than Manchester City!"

"A united team will win, that’s an unbreakable truth!"

"Look at Chelsea’s cooperation, three times in a row, several players persistently opened the situation from Sabaleta’s side!"

Fan Zhiyi paused, slapped his thigh, and sighed heavily.

"Manchester City here isn’t united, fighting internally over a goal, I don’t know what Pellegrini was thinking, actually substituting Nasri, while Tang is still on the field!"

"If I were Nasri, how heartbroken would I be?"

"Goal snatched, and still substituted, it’s too damaging to self-esteem!"

"I don’t know if Tang apologized to Nasri as I said? Otherwise, Tang would be too unkind!"

Fan Zhiyi thought, since Chelsea equalized early, a reversal shouldn’t be difficult;

Nasri being substituted, Tang Long still on field, this looks somewhat like a ball tyrant’s deeds!

Hmph, becoming a ball tyrant at 19?

At my age, Grandpa Fan was still brushing boots and washing jerseys for the big brothers in the team.

Tang, one should still be grounded as a person, shouldn’t be too arrogant, wait until I travel to the United Kingdom, I’ll make time specifically to go to Manchester, find you to properly discuss life principles in person.

Due to failing alignment in playing offside leading to conceding, Sabaleta argued with center-back Mangala.

Pellegrini looked anxious, hurriedly shouted:

"Don’t rush, keep shrinking, play slowly, try to keep the ball under control as much as possible!"

Mourinho whistled, walked to Pellegrini’s side laughing, leaned over and whispered a few words.

Pellegrini raised his hand, signaling him to leave his coaching area, Mourinho laughed heartily, hands in pockets, full of spirit~

Under Chelsea’s wave after wave of offensive, Tang Long spotted the hint.

Pellegrini might want to win, but he doesn’t have the determination to win!