As a goalkeeper, carry the team forward

Chapter 218 A Very Familiar Scene

Jose, of course, also returned to the dressing room.

He listened to what Mourinho said, word for word.

From a purely defensive point of view, Mourinho's thinking is absolutely top-notch. His idea of ​​11 people as a whole can minimize the impact of a single player on the team.

Intermission time passed quickly.

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Swansea took the initiative to launch a counterattack.

In the 52nd minute, there was a scene on the court that almost changed Mourinho's life.

Shelvey made a direct pass, and Gomis, who succeeded in anti-offside, threw off Cahill and drove straight in.

Courtois struck out and tripped him on the edge of the box.

Red dot set.

Courtois became the first Chelsea player to be sent off in the Premier League season opener and Chelsea's 70th red card in the Premier League.

Terry entangled the linesman to protest the opponent's offside first, and the captain of the blue team was also warned by a yellow card.

But the slow motion showed that William delayed the offside and failed.

Such changes on the field made Jose suddenly feel a sense of familiarity.

His first Premier League appearance was as a substitute goalkeeper.

After that game, Jose firmly controlled the starting position.

Is history going to repeat itself again?

Without Mourinho's instructions, Jose immediately changed his jersey, and then walked to the sidelines.

Jose replaces Oscar.

At this moment, Jose became the only focus on the field.

Before the start of the game, the fans were already eagerly looking forward to Jose playing on behalf of Chelsea and then making a killing.

When the starting list came out, most fans were disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Jose actually played in such a way.

Will he be Chelsea's savior?

Mourinho forced himself to stand calmly on the sidelines. He did not go to the referee to argue, because he knew very well what his position was in the hearts of the Premier League referees.

Without any warm-up, Jose trotted to the goal.

During this process, Jose also didn't say a word, because he knew very well in his heart that only his performance could prove that he was the one who was trustworthy.

In addition, the moment Jose stepped onto the field, the system light curtain automatically lit up.

[New task: Help the team win without using "Time-Space Pause", and the points reward will be doubled.Your current base points are 1000 points. 】

This time, the mission rules and rewards released by the system were different from usual. Due to time constraints, Jose had to wait until after the game to do research on how different they were.

Standing on the goal line, Jose took a deep breath.

It was two months ago since the last time he played, so Jose didn't dare to relax.

Gomis takes the penalty kick.

Facing Jose, Gomis felt a surge of pressure.

It is widely rumored that the success rate of Jose's point saves is as high as 90.00%, but he has never witnessed it with his own eyes. Gomis is still skeptical about this. He always believes that he is the [-]% of the people who can score.

After setting up the ball, Gomis took a few steps back.

The referee's whistle sounded.

"Bottom left?"

At the moment when Gomis' run-up started, Jose's god-level prediction responded.

Knowing the direction of the opponent's shot in advance, Jose was determined, but he did not act rashly, because his behavior would cause the opponent to change his mind temporarily.

Jose stood motionless on the goal line, his eyes on Gomis's every move, while his feet began to charge.

The moment Gomis touched the ball, Jose finally moved.

I saw him rushing towards the left side of the goal with all his strength.

After Gomis kicked the penalty kick, he found that Jose had thrown himself in the right direction, and immediately regretted it, but it didn't help.

"Huh la la." There was warm applause from the audience.

Jose did not disappoint the Blues fans. He cleanly blocked Gomis' penalty and went straight out of the penalty area before being cleared by Cahill in time.

To everyone's surprise, it was Jose's pounce that completely changed Chelsea's original development direction.

Mourinho was very excited and shook his fist vigorously on the sidelines.

Leading by one goal and missing one player, Mourinho waved his hand immediately, and all the players retreated to the half court.

It is rumored that when Mourinho's team does not want to attack, no one can break him.

Therefore, even though Swansea got many chances to kick the ball, they were either blocked by Terry and Cahill, or directly confiscated by Jose.

Monk's team has never been able to equalize the score.

On the contrary, on Chelsea's side, seeing Jose's steady performance, Hazard and the others frequently used counterattack opportunities to attack Swansea's goal.

It's a pity that the final kick also failed to penetrate the opponent's goal.

In the end, Chelsea beat Swansea in a thrilling home game.

After the game, in the Chelsea dressing room, Zouma looked at Jose with admiration and asked, "He, that penalty kick was so beautiful, how did you do it?"

"It's just a pounce like this, it's all right." Jose replied and demonstrated it.

"No, I'm asking how you judged the direction of the opponent's shot." Zuma asked.

"Sixth sense." Of course, it was impossible for Jose to tell them the truth, so he could only use his mysterious sixth sense as a cover-up.

Hearing Jose's answer, everyone knew it, and they couldn't ask any more questions.

Of course, they will not fully believe in Jose's sixth sense. They believe that Jose must know how to judge the direction of the opponent's shot from the approaching movement of the opponent.

After four and 10 minutes of coming off the bench, Jose has gained recognition from many teammates.

Football is always about results.

...

That night, when Jose drove home, his parents had already prepared dinner, which made Jose, who usually had to cook by himself, feel extremely happy.

During dinner time, the four of them gathered around the dining table, enjoying the meals cooked by Jose's mother and senior sister.

"Ser, have you met a girl recently?" José's mother asked suddenly.

Hearing his mother's question, Jose immediately thought of Wang Churan, that girl with both beauty and wisdom.

Seeing her son's distraught appearance, the mother couldn't help calling out: "Sai'er..."

"Ah, no, I'm training every day, so I don't have time to meet girls." Jose repeatedly denied it.

"Not in the team, but what about in school?" Mother continued to ask persistently.

"Mom, you're confused, the school is still on holiday now."

Jose's words were not wrong, and Jose's mother could not find a reason to refute for a while.

"You're not too young anymore. Look at Ronaldo. It doesn't matter if you talk to your girlfriend or not. The most important thing is to have a son first." By ear, Jose's mother knows a lot about football circles.

"Mom, what nonsense, the senior is still here." Jose stopped his mother's words while looking at the senior with a little embarrassment.

From the beginning to the end, Leng Yu did not speak, but her flushed cheeks showed that she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

"Xiaoyu is not an outsider, so there is nothing you can't say." The mother gave Jose a blank look, but she didn't continue to mention this matter.

...

Jose went upstairs early after dinner.

After being reminded by his mother, Jose remembered that it had been more than a week since he parted with Wang Churan, and he hadn't contacted Wang Churan on his own initiative.

Back in the room, Jose immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and typed directly: "Beauty Wang, where are you now?"

Because there is still more than a month before the start of school, Jose is not sure whether Wang Churan has returned to China or stayed in the UK.

After the message was sent, Jose stared at the phone, for fear of missing the other party's reply.

You know, damn WeChat actually has a withdrawal function.

Only 30 seconds later, Jose's cell phone rang, and it was Wang Churan who wrote back.

During these 30 seconds, Jose felt as if a century had passed.

"I'm in London and I'm going back to China for a few days. There's nothing interesting here in England." Unlike those proud women, Wang Churan replied without hesitation to Jose's message.

"How could it be? Things like the London Eye, Big Ben, and the British Museum are all very interesting." Jose replied quickly.

"I know, but I'm alone, and I don't know the place where I live, so it's meaningless to go there."

Jose knew that Wang Churan came to England by himself.

Jose could even guess that Wang Churan came to study at Oxford University, most likely because he didn't tell his family.

As a descendant of a family of Chinese medicine, it is absolutely impossible to agree to let her go abroad to study "Western medicine".

Even if Jose has never seen the stubbornness of Chinese medicine, he has heard a lot about it.

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, Professor Tu extracted artemisinin, which can resist malaria, from Artemisia annua, which has been recognized by the international medical community.

But in the eyes of Chinese medicine veterans, they think that Professor Tu has deviated from the unilateral method of Chinese medicine and cannot be regarded as Chinese medicine.

Therefore, Jose sincerely admires Wang Churan's behavior.

Jose's relationship with Wang Churan can be said to start with appearance and end with talent.

"If Miss Wang doesn't mind, I am willing to be your tour guide." After Jose said this, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Okay, but there is no tour guide fee."

Seeing Wang Churan's reply, Jose jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

"They're all fellow villagers, it doesn't matter if they have money or not." Jose calmed down a little, and replied like this.

"Fellow town? It can't be a fellow township, a shot in the back, right?" Although he couldn't see it, Jose could imagine Wang Churan's proud expression when he typed this text.

"Am I that kind of person? Brother's heart is extremely pure." Jose retorted immediately, but he added in his heart: "I like you are also extremely pure." (Voiceover: Bah, you are a glutton body, scumbag.)
"Oh, well, let's trust you for now." Wang Churan didn't continue to tease Jose, but soon the second message came, "Then when will you take me there?"

"Is it okay tomorrow? I'm on vacation tomorrow."

Since it is not yet a week of double matches, after the match day, Mourinho will have a day off for the whole team.

"Okay, come and pick me up tomorrow." Wang Churan sent a location at the same time.

In this way, Jose and Wang Churan made an appointment to play together the next day.

　Tell a short story.

　　The two armies confront each other.

　　How many people are there?
　　Brother: A mere 40.

　　How many of us?
　　Little brother: A full 9 thousand.

　　If such a plot appears in the book, there is a high probability that readers will scold it.

　　In reality, however, such things do happen.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)