Chapter 3160

After the opening of the game, it was clear that Guardiola was playing a game of attrition today. Taking advantage of the physical advantage of one more day's rest, he was constantly attriting Chelsea. This is also Machiavellian and even more unexplained than the "hidden danger in the left rib".

Guatouzi knows that erlengzi wants to fight his left rib, and erlengzi knows that guatouzi wants to fight his left rib; erlengzi knows that guatouzi wants to fight a war of attrition, and guatouzi knows that erlengzi knows that he wants to fight a war of attrition.

No one can hide, old melon can only hope Zhuo Yang in the distant front to cover the left rib, Kong Er can only accompany old melon consumption, hope that the front end as soon as possible after breaking into the recovery counterattack.

Both sides are struggling, and no one dares to make mistakes. Perhaps seeing that the atmosphere was too dignified, kurtuva let everyone relax.

The first 12 minutes, Manchester City did not succeed in an attack, pantyhose got the ball, overlooking the distance, it seems to be able to see the smoke of old John's porridge shop outside the bridge.

Manchester City did not retreat, but in the midfield line to guard the fortress and every opponent, so that the pantyhose can only see the smoke, but can not find the ball point. Forget it. I can't get up. Push Cahill on the left.

How high is the high position press? Sterling forced Cahill to catch the ball at the bottom line. Do you think it's high?

Stirling jumps up and down, Cahill can't hit him, Gesus also chases Christensen to hide, can only knock back to the door. Pantyhose continued to look out at the smoke, side to the ball from the front post to the back post, leisurely in the style of feather fan.

All of a sudden, Stamford Bridge stands a scream, Zhuo Yang from the left fly general shot in front of the door, who knows how he so fast, the light behind the drag shadow.

Pantyhose eat a Jin, not surprised. Go to the kitchen smoke, what more bike, hurry to love who.

The football hit Zhuo Yang's left leg in the shape of "Tai" in the sky, and then rebounded and flew out of the court.

Zhuo Yang landed on the ground, face to face with his pantyhose. Under the inertia, they could only hug each other tightly. At this time, the exclamation in the stands came to an end.

"Damn it, old Zhuo, you are too fast."

"Is it comfortable to hold it? Not yet. " Zhuo Yang rubbed his pantyhose's head. He was not used to being hugged by people higher than himself.

Out of a cold sweat, Kong erlengzi is not happy again: how can everyone talk and laugh with this product, the reserve of Stamford Bridge?