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One hundred and seventy-five, terrorist events

"Don't apologize, you're doing a great job, go take a shower, don't catch a cold." Lynn patted Goodjohansen on the shoulder, and directly sent Goodjohansen into the player's corridor like escorting a hero.

It's like a person who returns to his seat and does it well, completely ignoring the referee's murderous vision.

It seemed that after seeing Lynn's style, the fans in the stands were having a more fun.

The next game, including the second half, completely changed.

The fans were no longer interested in booing Ipswich and were staring at the referee. As long as this guy made any moves, a wild booing sound came overwhelmingly.

Countless middle fingers were raised in unison.

When the neat singing sounds, the lyrics are naturally scolding the referee. The words such as brainlessness and idiots are catchy.

The broadcasters of the TV stations were naturally excited and kept making witty comments, and the target of criticism was naturally the idiot referee.

"What should we do?" Clark whispered with Lynn. Now that there is one person left, it is natural to adjust.

Lynn shook his head and said nothing.

In the second half, people were surprised to find that Chelsea had no adjustment at all. With one person missing, they still maintained the offensive pressure on Ipswich.

In the locker room, Lynn told his players that venting is OK, but what is needed now is calm.

One less person can be compensated by running more, but if there is any loss, it will be difficult.

"You all know that the idiot has been targeting us, so just use your brain more and don't resist! Victory is the biggest fight against him!"

The gap between the two balls is not big, especially after taking the advantage of the number of players. Ipswich, who is more determined than the big one, will naturally not miss this opportunity. Chelsea understands this truth very well.

"Ipswich is too weak. They should be relegated this season, and our goal is to play in the Champions League next season. So, guys, show your skills and let them feel the gap, and of course, that idiot!"

After a few simple words, Chelsea's morale immediately rose and he rushed out of the locker room howling.

Coaches such as Clark and DiMatio, standing beside Lynn, secretly admired him. With Lynn's words, they were all convinced.

Ipswich indeed changed his tactics during the break. They wanted to launch a large attack and turn the tables on the opponent's territory!

Burley led the team to a glorious result last season. Although he didn't get much in the transfer market this season, he still thinks he can be better than last season. Although Ipswich's performance is still sluggish so far, maybe today is a turning point.

Ipswich changed the formation to attack 433. He planned to launch the fiercest attack on Chelsea as soon as he kicked off, and what Burley believed was that Chelsea would inevitably retreat.

But they all guessed wrongly.

Shortly after the football came to the center line, Carrick took advantage of his accurate positioning. After successfully stealing and then pointing the ball to the wing, Chelsea's entire team moved and launched a large attack.

"It's so cruel!!" A commentator sighed like this after watching the game for a few minutes.

Many people are sympathizing with Ipswich now.

Chelsea did not have one less consciousness at all. Like the first half, the comprehensive suppressive offense made Burley's arrangement during the halftime break vain.

A scene suddenly popped up in his mind, Motson, a well-known commentator, in a dark night. The lustful man followed a figure with a ill intention, trying to catch the other party and ravage the woman who looked extremely weak. In a dead end, when he smiled and lifted the scarf covered by the other party, he unexpectedly found that the other party was actually a strong man with super strong force. He punched him and hit the door...

Ipswich is like that pervert, and the one they regard as a weak woman is actually a strong man is naturally Chelsea.

Ipswich, who intends to teach Chelsea a lesson, is now being beaten up!

The game is over... At the end, the Blues fans are still booing like tsunamis, and the target is naturally the referee who fled in a panic!

The score was 3:0! Anelka did not sink, but seized an opportunity, and used a powerful breakthrough to bypass the goalkeeper, and then kicked the ball from the goal line with a fierce kick!

Then Anelka turned around and roared to the sky!

Maybe it was to vent his depression, maybe it was to be infected by Goodjohansen even all, in short, Anelka did a very manly move!

He received rewards from all the fans, applause, cheers, and his singing!

The referee endured it and did not continue to make the situation worse. Fortunately, Anelka gave him a step. He was yelling at the sky, but it was nothing to do with you.

Bear with it.

Burley did not wait for Lynn to come and shake hands, but instead left the court early as if he was running away and entered the corridor.

The post-match press conference is the main battlefield for journalists. Once the game is over, all reporters don’t care about the interview area, but run wildly without touching the ground, and their target is naturally the press conference hall.

Burley did not attend, and it seemed that he no longer cared about the fine.

Of course, it would be a loss if he didn't come, but it wasn't big. The protagonist was Lynn, and his words were what the reporters wanted.

Sure enough, Lin En felt the enthusiasm of the reporters as soon as he came in. Looking at the microphone and recorder like a hill, Lin En sneered in his heart.

He knew very well what the reporters wanted. If he made them what they wanted, then he would have to face punishment from the FA. There is always a powerful force in this football world. Since he was in this circle, he had to face it.

However, if Lin En didn't say anything, he was absolutely unwilling to accept it. Why, he wouldn't let him say it after being wronged?

Where is the law of nature?

However, Lynn never thought he was a noble person. He should pay attention to strategies when attacking his opponents and not be able to compete with them. He should find a way to attack his opponents from the side.

This referee is so a bastard. If Lynn lets him go, he feels sorry for himself.

Asking questions makes you know the meaning of elegance, the reporters naturally know what Lynn wants to express.

"Coach John, what do you think of the penalty for that corner kick? What about Good Johnson's red card?"

Lynn smiled comfortably, waved his hand, and said in a very graceful manner, "Don't ask this, waste everyone's time. I will not evaluate the referee's work. No matter how the referee's punishment is, Chelsea will firmly respect it. And with clear regulations, the head coach cannot comment on the referee's work. I am a rule-abiding person, so I will not answer your question."

If you believe your nonsense, then we are idiots. None of the reporters believes Lynn's words. Although Lynn's words are so loud, the hatred in his words is extremely strong.

Lynn wanted to light a cigarette, but it was a bit inappropriate, so he swallowed, leaned closer to the microphone, and smiled, "But I can talk about my feelings about this game. It's the most touching game that I have ever entered the football profession."

It's interesting, the reporters are all interested, this is about to break the news.

Looking forward!

"It's horrible. This game made me feel terrifying, even far more than 911. This game made me feel terrifying! I think I've had nightmares for a long time. This game made me wonder if football is so beautiful. Just during some characteristics of the game, I even had an urge to escape!"

"So, Mr. John, what's the most terrifying thing about you?" A reporter stood up and poured gasoline into the fire, hoping that it would burn more vigorously.

Everyone knows what specific time it is, so naturally they just click the two corner kicks and red cards.

At this time, Lin Neng seemed to think of something, and a look of fear on her face shook her head and sighed, "A lot, I dare not think about it..."

Lynn left resolutely despite the strong retention of the reporters. These words were enough. If you say more, you would cause trouble. He understood in his heart that as for how to map the game, these reporters would definitely do very perfectly. Lynn had no good impression of the reporters, but if it was the ability of the reporters to make trouble, he always recognized it.

Back in the locker room, Lynn praised the players like never before, and even promised to discuss with the club to give the players extra rewards.
Chapter completed!
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