Football: Don’t talk about feelings, I’m just an AI

In Chelsea's dressing room, dark clouds hung over every player's face like ink, as if a gurgling stream of water could be squeezed out of his face with just a slight twist.

There is no verbal communication between the players at this moment, and even eye contact no longer exists.

Loss, confusion, helplessness...all kinds of emotions filled the air like a plague.

Competition has become an unspeakable taboo here!

A sigh of relief,
Mourinho pushed the door open,

The greetings of the past have never been heard,
In the past, players would greet him. Whether they liked him or hated him, they would politely say: "Hello, boss!"

"Head, what are your instructions?"

"head,……"

There is none at the moment,
The locker room became increasingly quiet.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the Chelsea players' heads lowered even lower, as if there was some kind of magic on the floor that deeply attracted them.

The same is true for the substitutes. The desire to play in the past has also disappeared...

"Snapped!"

Mourinho slammed the notebook in his hand on the table and shouted angrily: "Is the end of the world coming? Gentlemen!"

"Keep your head high!"

"Put your head up!" Mourinho slammed the table and ordered the players to look up.

The Chelsea players slowly raised their heads, their eyes no longer empty, but their faces were still filled with loneliness.

"Children, never lose the fighting spirit in your heart at any time, whether it is football or life."

"Life can't be all smooth sailing. Temporary failure is always inevitable, but if you lose the fighting spirit in your heart, you will fail forever. I think you don't want to be a loser either!"

Mourinho looked around, and after feeling that the players were in a better mood, he continued: "First of all, I want to apologize to Frank. Our second goal conceded was my responsibility, and I took full responsibility. Push it to him.”

Lampard suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise!

As a member of Mu Yi, he knows how proud the Magic Bird is.

"Frank, I'm sorry!"

Mourinho bowed slightly towards Lampard.

"It doesn't matter, I really didn't play well!" Lampard was a little at a loss.

"Yes, you did perform poorly, as did all of us."

"Take me for example. In order to defeat us, that hypocrite Wenger specially designed a set of tactics for Xia Qi and the others. This is the reason why we conceded the second goal, but I have not changed...

Sorry, kids! It's because I didn't do anything that we fell behind by two goals in the first half. I apologize to you. "

After speaking, he bowed slightly to the players.

Terry and other members of the first phase of Mu cheered and stood up excitedly.

"The head is not your fault!"

"Boss, take us to fight!"

"Boss, aren't we just two goals behind? It's not like we haven't turned defeat into victory before?"

Mourinho is indeed a master of chicken soup for the soul. He took all the responsibility for the failure on himself and instantly ignited the fighting spirit of the players.

"In the second half of the game, Frank, you need to take more responsibilities on the offensive end. You must unleash your expertise.

In addition, we need to strengthen the coordination of set pieces..."

"........."

In the other dressing room, Wenger reminded the players not to pop the champagne at half-time.

"We must be wary of Chelsea's counterattack, they will never give up easily..."

"They will use every opportunity to put pressure on us, such as small tricks, trash talk, and set pieces... I ask you to be calm and highly focused..."

……

……

Murphy's Law is really everywhere!

Wenger expected Chelsea to counterattack and drew up a defensive plan for the team.

But after all, it’s still impossible to guard against!
In the 49th minute of the second half, Gustavo knocked over Ramirez with his bull-like defense and was called for a foul.

Chelsea won a free kick in the backcourt. Ramirez quickly took the free kick, Eto'o broke through the wing and made a low cross.
A high ball,

Torres and Umtiti were pulling each other, but neither one could take off, and the football hit Umtiti on the back of the head.

I only see its height but not its distance!

In an instant, it was as if the bait fell into the fish pond, attracting many fish to fight for it.

Luke Xiao, who is one year younger than Xia Qi, is really reckless!
There was a barb clearance in the penalty area!

Fortunately, the action was neat and tidy;

Fortunately, there was no old man touching the porcelain nearby.

The football flew out of the penalty area, but was immediately pushed back by Mikel.

Luke Shaw is young after all;

He once again grabbed the spot where the football landed, but before pushing it towards the wing, he probably went up.
The opponent pushes in, and I push out, which seems to be correct.

The football flew out of the penalty area again,

Here, Lampard, who had been fed chicken soup by Mourinho, bent his bow and arrow.

He first stopped the ball with his chest, and then glanced at the goal. Mourinho's teachings came to mind:

"In the second half of the game, Frank, you need to take more responsibility on the offensive end and you must unleash your expertise."

Yes, the reason why I played badly in the first half was because that was not the real me!

This kick is your true self! ! !
The football carried Lampard's self-proof and blasted towards the goal like a cannonball.

Lampard's heavy artillery is Arsenal's key defensive matter, and the players have long been prepared for it, whether they are goalkeepers or defenders.

However, the worst thing is to be prepared early.

Arsenal midfielder Gustavo "prepared" to grab a kick and steal the work of the defender and goalkeeper.

He stretched his legs to block the football!
perfect!

The football hit him on the calf, which seemed to have done a good job.

However, after refraction, it still rushed towards the goal, but it was originally rushing towards this end and now it is rushing towards the other end.

After refraction, the speed of the ball slowed down. It wasn't slow but it couldn't be called fast either. It was a ball speed that was easy to catch.

However, in addition to Gustavo, goalkeeper Martinez is also among the people who have been prepared for it!
At this moment, he was standing in the opposite direction to the flight direction of the football.
Even if he dives back as fast as lightning, he is still not as fast as a football.

The football just bypassed all the Arsenal players and got into the goal.

Seeing the football splashing in the net, the Arsenal generals stared blankly at Gustavo.

And Gustavo's face is extremely exciting, red, black, white, purple... It's like opening a big dyeing workshop

It only takes half a second to go from hero to bear!

"Lampard takes a long shot!"

"Gustavo!! Oh, it's dangerous!"

"The ball is in!"

"It was not an own goal. The referee counted the goal in Lampard's name. Gustavo just did a disservice."

"Maybe without his help, Lampard might not be able to score."

"How can it not be refracted when the prince's goal is refracted? The metaphysics of the stadium cannot be discredited."

"The current score is 1:2! Chelsea is still behind, Arsenal must not lose their composure!"

On the field, Chelsea fans, who had been silent for a long time, were like lava erupting in the stands.

They shouted hysterically: "Magic lamp!" "Magic lamp!"

At the same time, he shouted: "One more!" "One more!"

The Chelsea players did not celebrate. Lampard, the scorer, rushed into the goal and picked up the football.

While running towards the center circle, he waved to the fans to thank him.

Chelsea fans gave louder cheers, and the fighting spirit of Chelsea players reached its peak.

The real decisive battle will begin in the next second!
(End of this chapter)