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"This does not give a yellow card!"

"Referee!"

Makelele immediately stepped forward in protest.

Maniche just grabbed the benefits that just opened.

Just at the beginning, some referees were defining the first foul.

Usually prefers not to play.

Maniche was complacent.

At the beginning, He Tuo suffered a dark loss.

He felt like he had gained the upper hand in momentum.

He Tuo saw that the referee did not play cards.

Without saying a word, he started to come out.

His eyes were gloomy, staring at Maniche closely.

Jose Mourinho sits in the dugout.

He Tuo laughed when he saw his eyes.

The teaching assistant on the side didn't understand.

"Boss, what are you laughing at?"

Mourinho laughed but didn't say anything.

Matches resumed.

Porto played with confidence.

Last season's Champions League triumph gave them a lot of energy.

Chelsea, on the other hand, are more composed.

He Tuo moved in midfield looking for opportunities.

The 9th minute of the game.

Maniche passes the ball to the wing.

Leal tries to break through after winning the ball.

The spicy Ferreira directly recognized Leal's movements.

The precise tackle was applauded by the fans.

Mourinho turned into a seal on the sidelines and applauded happily.

While applauding, he did not forget to command.

"Right front, where is it!"

Ferreira passes the ball diagonally.

He Tuo greeted the ball.

Get the ball first.

He turned to face Maniche.

Maniche rubbed his hands.

He Tuo looked to the left.

Smerkin thought he was going to pass it on to himself.

Immediately swing your legs and get ready for the move.

Maniche also thought that Ho Tuo wanted to pass the ball.

The center of gravity shifts to get ready to grab the ball.

The left leg has stepped across.

He Tuo looked at his crotch.

Tap your toes lightly.

The ball passed lightly under the crotch of Maniche.

Mourinho laughed.

Director Zhan forced a smile and continued to explain.

"Maniche was tricked by He Tuo!"

"Crotch, Maniche can't sleep tonight!"

He Tuo successfully penetrated the crotch and advanced quickly with the ball.

Chelsea's front line is stretched out at high speed.

Drogba is entangled with Pepe.

Pepe kept holding Drogba tightly.

Interfere with Drogba's balance.

Maniche desperately chased back.

He Tuo is getting closer and closer to the forbidden area.

If the heat knows, it can't wait any longer.

He left the penalty area to grab it.

He Tuo cut inside with the ball with his left foot.

One trip at a time.

The distance between the ball and the person is very well controlled.

Hit the spot.

Defenders can't grab it.

He Tuo can get more space to dribble the ball.

Chelsea fans stood up to watch.

His eyes were focused on He Tuo's body.

Everyone thinks that He Tuo wants to cut the door inward.

A repeat of the previous brilliant in-cut goal.

Maniche struggled to reach for Hoto.

Ruore also came to He Tuo and stretched out his foot to steal.

He Tuo glanced to the side with his spare eyes.

Goodjohnsen has been launched.

Twist your ankle and push the inside of your foot into the middle of the ball.

The ball moves horizontally to the right side of the penalty area.

Goodjohnsen instantly formed a single knife!

Coach Zhan couldn't understand.

"How did He Tuo pass this ball?"

"This is not scientific, it is obviously the blind side of his vision!"

Gudjohnsen shoots into the far corner.

Baia couldn't do anything.

The ball rolls into the far corner of the net.

The goal alone is not over.

He Tuo pretended to fall after sending out the straight plug.

In fact, the left foot touches the ground and exerts force.

Huge power.

The back of the majestic shore.

Maniche behind him felt like a brown bear had smashed on him.

He Tuo leaned back with all his might.

Threw himself completely on Maniche's body.

Maniche was pressed under him by He Tuo, wailing in pain.

"Murdered!"

"Murder!"

"Help!"

He Tuo got up slowly.

It's like waking up from a big dream.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

The referee arrived.

There was a mess in front of us.

Goodjohnsen also celebrated in the footflag area.

Chelsea fans were in a frenzy.

"He Tuo's vision and ball quotient are definitely among the best among young players!"

"Not to mention anything else, how do I feel like I did it on purpose this time?"

"Perfect assist, perfect back!"

Maniche clutched his chest and gasped.

The referee hurriedly asked the Porto team doctor to come on the field for examination.

"Yellow card!"

"It's a yellow card!"

Maniche roared with the last of his strength.

Makelle was yin and yang on the side.

"Oops, it's still a yellow card."

"Why don't you accidentally press you and ask for a yellow card."

The referee agreed with Makellele.

"Not a foul."

"Not to mention a yellow card."

Maniche gritted his teeth.

He Tuo whistled and high-fived Goodjohnsen.

Mourinho smiled even more.

"Who do you say you're messing with?"

"What are you messing with?"

"That's a ruthless character who blows up Roy Keane's back door with one knee."

"What are you?"