Green Field Eunuch

Chapter 147 Two Goals in Fifteen Minutes
Dan Yongzhuo took a shot, using his powerful kick, and the football flew up quickly, spinning towards the far corner of the goal.

That kick was surprisingly accurate and surprisingly fast.

Cech was prepared; he heard Malouda's words and made a save based on his instincts, but in the end, he realized he was a step too late.

"Oops!"

That shot was too tricky; Cech couldn't reach the ball, and it flew into the right corner of the net.

that moment.

The noise in the stadium paused for a moment, followed by thunderous cheers.

At the Etihad Stadium, Shan Yongzhuo scored directly from a corner kick.

"Corner kick! A corner kick that goes straight into the goal!"

"Shan Yongzhuo, Manchester City's number 10!"

"That shot was brilliant. Cher made the save and correctly judged Shan Yongzhuo's shot, but he was a step too slow and couldn't catch the ball."

"1 to 0!"

"Manchester City took the lead at home just four minutes into the game!"

"The goal was scored by Shan Yongzhuo. This isn't his first direct goal from a corner kick, and I'm sure it won't be his last!"

There's not much to say about Shan Yongzhuo's goal; it didn't break any records or anything. But scoring directly from a corner kick like that was truly spectacular.

Many fans at the scene were shocked.

Meanwhile, Mancini on the sidelines clenched his fist in excitement.

Shan Yongzhuo is Shan Yongzhuo; even against Chelsea, he can still find his own way to score.

On the other side, Ancelotti was feeling very bad, falling behind after just 4 minutes, which was not good news.

But what could he say?

This goal can't be blamed on the players themselves. In fact, the defense did a good job this time. Shan Yongzhuo couldn't receive the ball, and in the end, Yaya Toure simply took a shot from outside the box.

But who would have thought that Shan Yongzhuo would score directly from a corner kick?

"Everyone, cheer up, this is an accident."

Ancelotti was encouraging his players from the sidelines, but the Chelsea players' mentality was still somewhat affected, although not significantly.

In the following match, Chelsea's players quickly rallied, and their strength was indeed formidable.

With Essien, Mikel, Ramires, Malouda, and Drogba dropping back to support, Chelsea's midfield was still very strong even without Lampard, and they suppressed Manchester City's midfield.

Fierce tackling and tireless running.

This spirit is ingrained in Chelsea's very being, the core soul of the Blues' rise to prominence. Even though many players have changed, this spirit has never wavered.

In contrast, Manchester City appeared somewhat disorganized.

De Jong in midfield could only frantically deal with the defense, while Yaya Toure kept making runs forward, leaving many gaps behind him.

As for Milner and Silva on the flanks, they seemed somewhat invisible amidst the opponent's physical attacks.

Fortunately, the defense, led by Kompany and Kolo Toure, worked together to solidify the backline and prevent Chelsea from having too many good chances.

In the 15th minute, Manchester City finally had another chance.

Ramirez was dispossessed by De Jong, and then Silva sprinted with the ball, breaking past Ivanovic and cutting into the middle.

Alex rushed over to cover Silva, while Tevez had already run into position, waiting for Silva to pass the ball to him.

Terry followed closely behind Shan Yongzhuo, not daring to be careless in the slightest, but the next moment, he was somewhat confused.

"What is he doing?"

Dan Yongzhuo didn't enter the penalty area to gain position; instead, he was running towards the byline on Silva's side. Terry was somewhat confused and needed to make a judgment.

Continue following Shan Yongzhuo and run together to that incredibly awkward position, so that Tevez will be unmarked.

Or perhaps the safest option is to abandon following Shan Yongzhuo and instead focus on Tevez.

Ultimately, the cautious Terry opted for the second choice. He abandoned Shan Yongzhuo and turned to mark Tevez, blocking the passing lane between Silva and Tevez.

"That's the right thing to do. Even if he gets to that position, what can he do?"

Terry felt he had done the right thing, and on the other side, Ivanovic, who had retreated to defend, had already moved over to cover and would soon be close to Shan Yongzhuo.

"He'll definitely pass to Tevez next. As long as we mark Tevez, their attack will be over."

Terry's prediction was excellent; under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely correct.

But the next moment, Silva passed the ball out, but didn't pass it back to me.

"How could this happen?"

Terry was a little confused, and even Alex, who was marking Silva, was a little confused. Silva's pass was directed towards the byline outside the penalty area.

This ball was passed to Shan Yongzhuo!
How could he have sent it there?

Terry and Alex were very puzzled. Tevez's position was obviously much better, so why would Silva lift the ball there?
The ball rushed towards the baseline, and at the last moment, Shan Yongzhuo finally caught up and stopped the ball at the baseline outside the penalty area.

"Braney, keep a close eye on him!"

Although Terry was somewhat puzzled, he still dared not be careless and shouted loudly at Ivanovic.

On that side, Ivanovic had already followed up, but Shan Yongzhuo had already taken a shot.

"This is... a cross?"

At this moment, everyone is thinking the same thing, but crossing is clearly not a good option. In terms of attacking, Manchester City only has Tevez.

Tevez is not a player who can win headers.

Shan Yongzhuo's choice is somewhat puzzling.

"Oh no, he's shooting!"

The next moment, with Malouda's shout, everyone realized that the football was spinning rapidly toward the far corner of the net.

"Damn it, it's that kind of shot again!"

Cech was cursing under his breath. The ball was almost exactly the same, heading straight for the corner. He was just a step slower in judging it, but the result was completely wrong.

The next moment, the entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers, with fans shouting excitedly and the stadium commentator's voice filled with excitement.

"Goal! Goal!"

"Shan Yongzhuo, it's Shan Yongzhuo again! He's scored the second goal!"

"This goal is incredible! A direct shot from near the byline, Cech had absolutely no chance to react!"

"Zero angle, almost zero angle!"

"Shan Yongzhuo's goals are always so unbelievable!"

"King, he is the King of Ittihad!"

On the field, Shan Yongzhuo raised his hands high, welcoming the cheers from the entire stadium, and his teammates rushed over as well.

After all, their opponent is Chelsea.

In just 15 minutes, they've already taken a two-goal lead!

(End of this chapter)