Chapter 1084: Chapter 347: The Highest Realm of Injury-Free Resistance

Juninho Pernambucano felt the sweat sliding down.

He rarely had moments this solemn.

But a person’s reputation precedes them, and facing Huang Kaiwen, he dared not be careless.

Unexpectedly, the psychological pressure in just an instant had him sweating on his forehead.

At such a moment, he naturally didn’t dare to wipe the sweat away.

However, affected by Earth’s gravity, the sweat kept sliding, running along his eye socket towards his inner eyelid.

This would inevitably impact him.

Juninho Pernambucano exerted effort to move his facial muscles, pushing the apples of his cheeks upward, trying to delay the sweat’s entry into his eyes.

But just at that moment of relaxation, Huang Kaiwen extended a foot and poked the ball from behind.

Juninho Pernambucano, too late to stop it, only felt underfoot go empty as the ball was poked behind him!

Grosso, who came up to support, quickly sped towards the ball.

But Huang Kaiwen was even faster.

Clearly, Grosso was closer to the ball, but Huang Kaiwen almost erased the distance between the two.

Just half a meter from the ball, Huang Kaiwen extended his right foot and nudged the ball to the side.

Grosso’s foot was a step slow, and he quickly retracted it.

On one hand, to adjust his turn and chase the ball as soon as possible.

On the other, he feared hitting Huang Kaiwen and not being able to return to Italy.

The two of them almost simultaneously turned to chase the ball, but in just a little over a meter, it was clear who had the upper hand.

Huang Kaiwen, who reached the ball first, without lifting his head, directly made a long pass with the inside of his foot.

Thud—

The ball flew accurately towards the left side, finding Ashley Cole.

Ashley Cole jumped near the sideline, extending his left foot to block the ball with the inside of his foot.

Both John Mensah and Markoon rushed over at the same time, and Ashley Cole didn’t dare to hold the ball any longer. After landing, he immediately delivered a cross with his left foot.

His crossing skills were quite excellent.

The ball sailed over Mensah’s head and headed straight for the penalty area, with Huntelaar quickly accelerating into the box.

Chris got to it before Huntelaar, heading the ball back.

Lloris stood in place and caught the ball with his hands.

But this time the defender’s header back made Lloris very dissatisfied.

He shouted at Chris: “Bastard, do you also want to score an own goal?”

“Oh, next time I’ll give them a corner.”

Chris replied flatly.

Lloris, who wanted to say more, found his words stuck in his throat.

Huang Kaiwen’s tactical corners were world-renowned, with even the Lyon youth team having tactical set-piece classes.

If they really gave away a corner, it could be more dangerous than this.

But saying nothing would seem weak.

Lloris continued to shout: “Who knows what’s on your mind.”

“You bastard, do you want to fight?”

Chris retorted.

Grosso, who had chased back to the penalty area, stood with his hands on his hips, watching for entertainment.

He didn’t really like Lloris.

Though Lloris hadn’t wronged him, he always felt this guy would bully the weak and fear the strong.

“Alright, enough with the words.”

Boumsong advised.

“Get lost, it’s none of your business!”

Lloris shouted.

Juninho Pernambucano quickly ran up to separate both sides, pushing the angry Chris, then turned to Grosso and shouted: “Advise him (Boumsong).”

Boumsong had played for two years at Juventus when they were relegated.

The captain’s words meant Grosso could only go to persuade Boumsong.

“It’s internal strife at Lyon, haha. Lyon’s defense is quite internationalized, Lloris is French, Grosso is Italian, Boumsong was born in Cameroon, Chris is Brazilian, Mensah is from Ghana.”

Zhang referred to Llori, not Lloris.

Because that’s how the translation was given.

Actually, European names should conform to their own background.

The name Lloris originates from Catalonia, with his father having Catalan heritage.

It was like when Wenger was once pronounced as ‘Wang Re’ by a TV host in the city to demonstrate his erudition.

Leaving the audience baffled.

Born in Arthas, Wenger’s name is pronounced ‘Wenger’ in French, ‘Wang Re’ in German; naturally, he’s called Wenger as a Frenchman.

Lyon’s head coach Claude Puel frowned as he looked towards his backfield.

Internal conflict could be serious or minor, but it happening on the pitch would definitely be reported by the media after the match.

He now had to consider not only tactics but also how to deal with the meddlesome media.

Play resumed.

Grosso took possession in the backfield and passed forward immediately, Toulalan continued with a straight pass to find Juninho Pernambucano.

Juninho Pernambucano was still carrying the ball himself.

But this time, after a quick one-two with Markoon getting around Huntelaar, he immediately launched a big kick towards the forward field.

Benzema was pushing quickly through the middle.

Edson and Keita also charged left and right towards Chelsea’s penalty area.

Lyon’s midfielders also pushed past the halfway line.

This attack was overwhelmingly aggressive.

Alex was still posing in the penalty area, Terry immediately shouted: “Stop waiting, go straight for the tackle, I’ll cover.”

“Oh, oh!”

Alex quickly charged towards Benzema.

As the ball descended, Benzema raised his right foot to knock it on the side.

Thud—

From right to left, it rolled past behind Alex, and Benzema squeezed past Alex’s right side, ready to regain possession.

Terry took an even more straightforward choice, rushing two steps before sliding into a tackle, kicking the ball out of the penalty area.

Mikel retrieved the ball only to be pressured from behind by Juninho Pernambucano.

As Mikel intended to turn, he quickly passed back with his right foot.

Bang—

Ramos, who had pre-emptively observed, swung his right foot directly at the ball from behind.

This strike was urgent and fast, and the ball had already zipped past the midfield towards Lyon’s attacking third in the blink of an eye.

Lyon’s attack was severely disconnected from front to back.

The few high-positioned defenders could only rush back.