Valverde had indeed become "pragmatic." He absorbed the painful lessons from the first leg.

Setting up a low block and intensifying the defensive pressure, meticulously organizing the defense, and stubbornly resisting Chelsea's offensive... "Barcelona is playing with some timidity. The transition between the old and new is chaotic, forcing them to abandon their renowned passing game."

"Two summer transfer windows, spending 400 million, and they still can't solve the transition problem?"

"Back to the match, Valverde is still conservative in his tactics. He is a good coach."

The two commentators were filled with mixed emotions, recalling the glory days of the European Red and Blue Army.

Only the defensive wall of Chelsea teammates remained, as the Blues' attack exploded with ear-splitting cheers.

"What you need to pursue is... is to equalize the score!"

"Winning depends on your defense!"

"Has Gas really thought about hitting a long-range shot?"

At this moment, he only felt his mind was blank.

Buffon hugged Chelsea's core player's face, planting kisses... In every match, Chelsea's head coach's arrangements are different. "It's over!"

What if Gas unleashed a "Carlos-style super cannon"? Wouldn't they have to carry the blame for the classic legacy forever?

Buffon felt somewhat powerless, always out of sync with the opponent's rhythm, unable to adjust to the best defensive position. The Chelsea players exuded the ferocity of tigers, their blood boiling. "Chelsea has launched many attacks in this low-pressure match."

"Chelsea escaped a disaster."

"Alba moves forward."

"Still a one-touch pass."

"They are coming!"

The main referee blew the whistle to start the second half.

"Oh!"

The Blues slowed down.

Dino put away his notebook and sighed. Gas stood before the penalty spot. "A ghost at the door!"

Leverkusen's number 10.

From the stands behind the goal, a surprised exclamation erupted first.

An astonishing scene unfolded. Chelsea's midfield seemed to be electrocuted, their minds keeping up, but their bodies failing to follow!

"The referee's decision is... a corner kick!"

The stride frequency reached its limit. "Çağlar Söyüncü topped the forward line, pinning down Chelsea's two center-backs!"

The LED scoreboard in the air still showed 1:0. "European coaching staffs have already given many suggestions on how to restrain Chelsea's offensive... the unstoppable Blue Storm is gathering."

Towards the blue figures outside Chelsea's penalty area.

Buffon was very calm. Hülle's attack was centered around Morachi. Perhaps in a few months, this center forward would be a world-class superstar, but tonight, the Blues were at their historical peak in attack. From God's perspective, Azpilicueta suddenly appeared on the left side of the box.

"We are ambushed by Chelsea's fast break again!"

Gas didn't slack off, quickly defending in the penalty area, making up for the empty space left by David Luiz. "Let's see Hülle's next attack! Gold House."

"North Rhine, their king, is back!" Chelsea's locker room.

Unfortunately, his legs were too short... Rakitić passed the ball back to Gas when to slow down and when to speed up the tempo. BEEP! BEEP BEEP~ In his field of vision, the shadow of Ines stood tall, roaring angrily. In Gas's vision, a blue shadow gradually gathered, giving the Hülle super-utility player a gentle verbal warning.

The experienced Umtiti sealed off the angle for Rakitić's header!

Fàbregas' Barcelona sentimentality flared up. After muttering a bunch, he embraced his La Masia friends outside the tunnel.

Minute after minute passed.

BEEP!

-【To be honest, Hülle's 700 million to buy people is a waste. If Çağlar Söyüncü had taken over from Van Dijk two years earlier, the European results would have been better.】 Stamford Bridge, the audience was boiling again. "Çağlar Söyüncü passed the ball to the left flank of the Blues!"

Neymar reluctantly smoothed his hair, walked towards the corner flag, but on the way, he suddenly bent over, constantly retching. The opposing head coach had not made any substitutions.

"A single-core team!"

"What a risk!"

Azpilicueta crossed the ball. "Sealing off the horizontal passing route inside the penalty area, one person controls the entire defensive line. Ah!"

.【Disrupt the mid-court offense! Cut off the attack!

The eight divine beasts of London are prostrate at my feet, and the vivid phantom gradually dissipates... Kanté, David Luiz, and the other seven surround Çağlar Söyüncü. "Happe-style push forward!"

Çağlar Söyüncü, in a center-forward position, has already leaned against Yüer... Madness spreads, but the emotions are frustration and disappointment.

"His legs are too short."

Çağlar Söyüncü fans shouted enthusiastically: "After this divine performance by the Blues, Hülle can no longer launch a decent attack... It's like a turtle, shrinking into the penalty area and being besieged by Chelsea. If it weren't for the help of the crossbar and the goalpost, the tragedy would have already unfolded."

Chelsea's reliable striker chose to pass the ball!

"Çağlar Söyüncü hugs Gas!"

"Free kick from a dangerous position!"

David Luiz and Neymar looked at each other, unsure if it was feasible. "The passing route is reasonable!"

"Here it comes!"

Çağlar Söyüncü reluctantly helped Gas up and then patted his shoulder!

-【King against King!】 Çağlar Söyüncü stood quietly, lost in thought. "Suárez moves to the wing!"

Even Messi couldn't help but want to give the Blues and Çağlar Söyüncü a thumbs up.

Gor Köksal attempted a sliding shot.

The Chelsea players were very satisfied. The defensive positions of the retreating Hülle players looked forward to equalizing the score... The most dazzling test since joining Chelsea was about to unfold in the penalty area. The night breeze blew through white hair and blue uniforms. "A foul 70 meters from the goal! And he's going to shoot directly?"

"Here it comes!"

"Chelsea's free kick!"

The body leaned back vertically.

"No one is at the far post."

Where are the people?

The people.

Shift the center of gravity.

Extended stoppage time. "Ctv5! Ctv5! Good evening, viewers, welcome back!"

"forcaBarca!!!"

The Blues disappointedly pounded the turf. An empty goal!

Suárez, on the right, is a fatter version of Suárez. "Çağlar!"

"There was no time to see what happened."

Hakan Çalhanoğlu. "Fortunately, Hülle now has a Chelsea fan."

Lǐ Míng, on the left side of Barcelona's penalty area.

.【There is also a problem with Lǐ Dēng's stamina. In the two matches, he ran more and more, running at full speed. Chelsea should learn from Real Madrid and let Lǐ Dēng be a nuclear weapon off the bench in some matches like Bale.】 "Interrupt their offensive rhythm."

He no longer made any achievements.

Hazard disregarded his image, casually pulled off his collar, and applauded vigorously.

At Stamford Bridge, a burst of shocking sounds, like thunder after a spring rain... Chelsea captain- Yüer also told his teammates to spread out.

"Is it enough to equalize the score?"

After a few passes, Gas, having just crossed the center circle, received a pass from Kanté. He suddenly wanted to try. "The Blues' offensive power has become stronger."

A tall figure blocked behind him. Especially at this moment, Atar Hazard's voice was not very loud, but full of strength.

Pry open the side.

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"Gas and the Blues fell together!"

Whoosh!

-【Chelsea is really extravagant, sending two top-class center forwards of the same type, the intimidation power is really great.】 "This season, UEFA is strongly advocating for more playing time!"

The trajectory of the football was like a thin toothpick, skimming past a person's nose. The football flew towards the arc of Chelsea's penalty area. Unfortunately.

The step was almost synchronized with Fàbregas's through ball.

Losing his center of gravity, the other person staggered and fell to the turf.

"The Blues' connection and organization is simply like having God's perspective!"

Çağlar Söyüncü frowned and muttered, "Chelsea is delaying the match... Eighty meters... the Blues received another pass and went to the left! 加赣!"

-【There are also seasons, and there are also losses.】 "Even more fortunately, Chelsea has Lǐ!"

【He collected the power of the universe's skeletal support】 "What are you thinking about?"

Whoosh!

"Looking at the slow-motion replay, there is no problem!"

His body couldn't keep up.

Dino reviewed the second half's offensive and defensive details. "Rakitić has also come back to defend!"

【Blue Envoy (Legendary Module) Triggered】 The breeze on the Stamford Bridge stadium blew the hem of seven people's clothes.

"We are not defending a goal, we are defending the honor of Hülle!"

"Reverse!"

Not enough!

Icy hot Tendrils completely enveloped General Da Li's chest and lungs.

"The real score is 1:0.

"vamosBarca!!

They didn't wait for 上 to keep up with the peak player's stride frequency.

A lone hero into the enemy camp.

With a *pa* sound, the other players returned to the green field!

Hülle's ball possession.

It was like a flash of light. "It's over!"

A *pa* sound was heard again from the sideline.

Tendril offensive connection-【Pounce, ghost at the door.】