Chapter 147 Penalty Shootout, one goal means death!
Chelsea had a corner kick opportunity. Before the corner kick was taken, Terry secretly ran towards Jiang Yuan and then pulled him aside. At the same time, Paris made a substitution, with No. 33 Nkunku replacing No. 4 Stambouli.

Terry covered his mouth with his hand and whispered to Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan thought it was some tactical requirement, but Terry actually asked him to be more careful and let the opponent equalize the score as much as possible.

"?"

Jiang Yuan looked at Terry with his eyes wide open. Seeing this, Terry just patted Jiang Yuan on the shoulder and said, "This is not a game."

All right, Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs up to show that he understood. Terry's implication was that warm-up matches had their own way of playing. Winning was important, but in this game the players had more important things to do, which was to satisfy the fans of both teams who had come from afar as much as possible.

Compared to one side winning and the other losing, shaking hands and making peace is often a better choice. The International Champions Cup is called the "Champions Cup" but it is actually a commercial exhibition match.

As for the winner, the competition was not an elimination competition at all. Even if you won all the games, there would be no trophy. So Jiang Yuan did not dwell too much on this matter and honestly ran to the penalty area to grab the point.

Oscar took a corner kick and Terry jumped high to head the ball, but his shot was too straight and the ball was confiscated by goalkeeper Trapp.

"Back! Back!"

Costa shouted and everyone immediately started to defend.

Chelsea must now defend, but for the Paris Saint-Germain players who have the ball, this is a perfect opportunity to attack.

Trapp was seen running to the edge of the penalty area with the ball in his hands, then throwing the ball with force and passing it directly to Matuidi on the left.

At this time, Jiang Yuan happened to pass by on the replay road and rushed directly towards Matuidi.

There was no other way. Matuidi, who was under pressure in the backcourt, turned around to protect the ball, and then sent the ball directly to the right. Cavani, the right winger who came on as a substitute for Paris Saint-Germain, stopped the ball with his heel.

"The one holding the ball now is Paris' No. 9 Roberto Cavani, a very strong Uruguayan striker, but fortunately for Chelsea fans, Cavani is not very fast."

"So we can see that Trapp's first choice for the hand-thrown ball was not the right side where Cavani was, but the right side where Mora was. However, due to Jiang's interception, Maidi had to pass the ball to the right after getting the ball."

"Look at what Roberto will do. He dribbled the ball straight to the bottom line. Cavani didn't take into account his speed disadvantage and chose to run fast in the face of Terry's defense."

"It was an inverted triangle pass, Oscar intercepted it but made a mistake, Nkunku, who had just come on, touched the ball for the first time in the game, swung his leg and shot... but he didn't shoot. Nkunku faked a shot and passed the ball to Mora on the left with his right foot."

On the left side of Paris Saint-Germain, which is also the right side of Chelsea, Jiang Yuan quickly returned to defense. After Mora in front of him got the ball, Jiang Yuan was ready to tackle and intercept, but when he thought of the captain Terry's instructions, Jiang Yuan deliberately slowed down the tackle to give Mora a chance to get rid of it.

"Wow! A wonderful lob pass. Mora jumped to avoid Jiang's tackle and then cooperated with Marquinhos's wall pass. Marquinhos made the cross!"

"Header! The ball went in, I didn't see it clearly, tell me who scored the goal, who it was!"

Commentator Taylor shouted, and the Paris fans in the stands erupted in loud cheers.

"Cavani!"

"Roberto Cavani!"

"wowwwww!!!"

Cavani, who is 1 meters tall, is an absolute killer in the frontcourt of Paris. The Uruguayan did not disappoint the fans' expectations of him and headed the ball to help Paris equalize the score.

3:3, two words, "wonderful!"

"call!"

Jiang Yuan put his hands on his knees and slowly exhaled.

"Damn it, it's finally even!"

……

"Beep beep beep!"

Referee Olaga blew the whistle three times, the 90-minute regular time ended, and the two sides entered a penalty shootout.

Don’t ask why there is no overtime after the draw in regular time. The answer is that the organizer didn’t arrange it!

"Hey, come here!"

Terry called everyone to the sidelines, and coach Mourinho began to arrange the penalty order.

Jiang Yuan pricked up his ears and prepared to listen carefully, but Mourinho shrugged and said, "Just play the game the way you want to play. Who will go first?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally the team's center forward Diego Costa raised his hand. Mourinho did not hesitate to let him go first: "It's you, Diego, come on!"

"Then the second one, Oscar, you can do it, right?"

Mourinho pointed at Oscar, who nodded quickly.

The third was Falcao, the left winger who came on as a substitute, and the fourth was captain Terry.

Then came the fifth penalty kick. Mourinho's eyes swept over the 5 outfield players one by one, and finally stopped at Jiang Yuan: "Jiang, you go!"

"Ah, me? Me?"

Jiang Yuan pointed at himself, looking surprised.

"What? Don't want to?"

Mourinho frowned and said, "Why are you a striker if you can't even take a penalty?"

"Jose, you're right, I'll be the fifth one."

A thousand alpacas were galloping over Jiang Yuan's head. It was his fifth penalty kick. Wasn't Mourinho trying to put him on the spot?
Although it was a warm-up match, there were more than 4 people watching on the field, so Jiang Yuan must have been under a lot of pressure!
However, Mourinho is not the type of coach who would consider the feelings of the players. After arranging the fifth penalty taker, he arranged the sixth, and then lined up 5 people in a row. Goalkeeper Courtois was the ninth to take the penalty.

As for why the goalkeeper is not ranked 11th, Courtois' penalty kick level is actually not weak, but many people don't know it.

"Okay, go flip a coin!"

Mourinho pushed Terry away.

"First or last?"

In response to captain Terry's question, Mourinho gave a straightforward answer: "Strong teams must take the initiative. Let's score first and scare them half a point!"

Well, the fans of Paris Saint-Germain were not scared to death, but Jiang Yuan was almost dead. He had only taken a penalty kick once in the Portuguese Super League and can still feel the tension at that time.

Standing on the penalty spot, in front of you are the opponent's goal and goalkeeper, and then there are tens of thousands of spectators in the stands, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes. There is probably nothing more tense than taking a penalty kick.

Courtois noticed Jiang Yuan's abnormality and asked caringly: "Jiang, are you okay? This is just a warm-up match, don't be nervous!"

Jiang Yuan turned his head away: "How could I be nervous!"

Courtois pointed at Jiang Yuan's thigh and said with a smile: "If you are not nervous, why are your legs shaking?"

"It was a bit of an earthquake, didn't you feel it?"

Courtois:?
……

The penalty kick began, and Terry won the coin toss and gave Chelsea the chance to take the lead.

Diego Costa stepped out with 10 Chelsea outfield players shoulder to shoulder.

"come on!"

Facing the cheers from his teammates, Costa said nothing but just responded with a thumbs up, looking quite cool.

Then, Costa's shot hit the left post and Chelsea, who were preparing to take the lead, became clowns.

"Wow!"

The Paris fans in the stands shouted.

Chelsea players were a little disappointed, but not very nervous, until Paris' penalty kick, when Cavani scored with a violent volley.

0:1
"What do you mean, will it be my turn?"

Jiang Yuan asked Terry on his right. It was Jiang Yuan's fifth penalty kick. If Chelsea missed the first three goals and Paris scored the first three goals, Jiang Yuan would not need to play at all.

Terry shook his head: "What are you talking about? We will definitely win!"

"All right"

Jiang Yuan said nothing and decided to wait and see.

The second team to play was Oscar, the substitute midfielder. With the aura of an award-winning actor, he performed like an actor. His ridiculously slow ground ball was directly confiscated by Paris goalkeeper Trapp.

"What do you say now?"

Jiang Yuan looked at Terry again and responded with a familiar sentence.

We will definitely win!

It was Paris' turn. Mora's penalty chose the middle, and Courtois failed to save the ball.

0:2!
Chelsea, who had been leading in regular time, had never felt as frustrated as they did now. The fans in the stands were almost going crazy.

Fortunately, Falcao and Thiago Silva were very powerful, the former scored a goal and the latter made an airplane shot, and Chelsea recovered one point.

For the fourth goal, the player who came on the field was Chelsea's meritorious captain Terry. Before he set off, he deliberately gave Jiang Yuan a look: "Boy, watch out!"

Terry is worthy of being a veteran with outstanding achievements, he scored the penalty directly!
Then there was Nkunku's missed penalty.

2: 2!

The pressure is put on Jiang Yuan!

All eyes are now focused on Chelsea's newcomer on the right.

"Fuck you..."

Jiang Yuan was speechless. He didn't expect that he would be under pressure in his first game for Chelsea!
"Chelsea's fifth player is number 7, Jiang! You may be very surprised that a 17-year-old Chinese player got the number 7 jersey on the first day of joining Chelsea."

"As we all know, Mourinho is not a very easy-going coach. It was not easy for Jiang to get his permission to wear the No. 7 jersey."

"Okay, now the score of the penalty shootout is 2:2. Let's see if Jiang can help Chelsea reverse the score!"

Taylor and Smith were passionately commentating in the VIP stands, little did they know that everything they said was heard by Mourinho.

When he found out someone said he was not good at speaking, the Portuguese coach of Chelsea opened the stage with two middle fingers towards the VIP guests, which immediately caused screams in the audience.

Maybe this is the magic of the magic bird!

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and Jiang Yuan stood at the penalty spot ready.

"call--"

Run-up...and shoot!
"Grass!!!"

Jiang Yuan scratched the grass with the spikes on his shoes, venting his unwillingness.

Obviously, the ball did not go in, as Jiang Yuan's low shot was guessed by goalkeeper Trapp.

"Wow!"

The Paris fans in the stands screamed loudly. As long as their next penalty kick was successful, they would win the warm-up match!

"Nkunku! Nkunku!"

The cheers of Paris fans rang out in the stands, and the fifth player to take the penalty was French midfielder Nkunku, who came on as a substitute.

As Paris Saint-Germain's top midfield attacker, Nkunku has very good shooting skills and his penalty is definitely beyond doubt.

"Nkunku stood on the penalty spot. Since Jiang's penalty was saved by Trapp just now, Nkunku only needs to score this goal to kill the game!"

"You can see that both Chelsea and Paris fans in the stands are very nervous, because this is bound to be a penalty kick that determines the fate of the two teams." "Jiang looked a little disappointed after missing the penalty, but the fans who came from afar to watch the game were relatively rational. No one denied his outstanding performance in regular time just because Jiang missed the penalty kick!"

"The process of the game is important, but in competitive sports, the result should be put first. Let's take a look at Nkunku's penalty!"

……

The French midfielder kissed the ball and then placed it on the white spot.

Courtois jumped on the goal line, stretching his muscles while distracting his attention - Courtois now needed to control his nervousness as much as possible.

"Beep!"

The referee whistled, and Nkunku took a running arc...

Hit the door!

"Snapped!"

Courtois leaped to save the ball, and the Belgian goalkeeper guessed the direction correctly and saved Nkunku's penalty almost easily.

“Ah!”

Nkunku shouted angrily.

"wowhuuuu!"

"Good save! Chelsea!"

“Cheleseaaaaa——”

Chelsea fans were definitely the most excited, as Nkunku's missed penalty gave them renewed hope of winning.

The two sides came to the same level.

Now it was Chelsea's players who were nervous. Ten outfield players in Chelsea jerseys were seen standing shoulder to shoulder with the team's sixth penalty taker, Ivanovic, ready to take the field.

"Come on, Branislav!"

"Crush them!"

Terry and others cheered for the team's Sevilla right back. Jiang Yuan, who was infected by the atmosphere, also joined in and praised Ivanovic.

After 5 goals, the penalty shootout enters "instant death mode". As long as one side scores a goal and the other side does not score, the game ends directly, instead of seeing who scores more goals within 5 goals.

The players who come on after 5 goals can be said to be under a lot of pressure, and the fact that Ivanovic will be ranked 6th is enough to show that his penalty kick level is not outstanding. In this case, he can only rely on luck.

"come on!"

Ivanovic clenched his fists and roared. Although it was a knockout match, the organizer required a penalty shootout, and Ivanovic was unwilling to be the player who ended the fans' hopes.

"call……"

Ivanovic placed the ball and stood in front of the penalty spot. In front of him was the goal of French Ligue 1 champions Paris Saint-Germain guarded by Trapp.

"xuuuu! xuuuu——"

Paris fans tried to disturb Ivanovic with noise.

"Beep!"

Run up and shoot.

"Goal!!!"

The commentator Smith almost shouted that Chelsea, who had fallen behind and equalized the score, took the lead again. This is the strength of the Premier League giants!
"Chelsea are leading now, let's see who will be the next player to take the penalty in Paris..."

"It's Rabiot! Hey, Taylor, have you heard of this No. 25? What's his skill level?"

"Haha, Smith, I actually did some research. Rabiot is a midfielder who prefers to pass the ball. He is not good at shooting, but his ability to pass the ball accurately shows that he is quite stable. Maybe he will have a good performance."

"Okay, let's take a look at Rabiot's penalty, the referee blows the whistle!"

"Holy shit, Rabiot missed the penalty!"

"The referee blew the whistle to end the game. The two teams, which were tied 3:3 in regular time, competed in a penalty shootout. Chelsea defeated Paris Saint-Germain 3:2 on penalties and won the International Champions Cup!"

"Let's congratulate the Chelsea players!"

……

"Ha ha!"

After winning, Chelsea players applauded, shook hands with their opponents one by one, and then came to the sidelines of the field.

Amid the cheers of the fans, Jiang Yuan gave away his No. 7 jersey.

This was the first time that Jiang Yuan gave away his Chelsea No. 7 jersey. The person who received the jersey was a white girl who was about seven or eight years old. The bad thing was that her father seemed to be very interested in the jersey in her hand and seemed to be trying to trick her into giving him the jersey!

"Okay, the game is over. I'm glad to welcome all the fans from all over the world to the Bank of America Stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. The Carolina Panthers welcome you. Thank you!"

……

In the locker room, Mourinho put his arm around Jiang Yuan's shoulders.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Jose, how is it, I played well, right?"

Mourinho stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs-up, then suddenly turned his thumb downward, so that the thumb that was originally pointing upward was now pointing downward.

Jiang Yuan spread his hands: "One goal and one assist? That's not enough? The opponent is a French Ligue 1 giant!"

Mourinho took a step back and shrugged: "If you're so good at scoring in a warm-up match, why don't you win the Champions League Golden Boot?"

"..."

Jiang Yuan was speechless. He really couldn't understand what his new coach was thinking.

"All right!"

Mourinho clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to gather together.

"Let me talk about the problems in this game."

At this time, Hazard suddenly said: "Can't we go back to the hotel to summarize after the game? I think we should focus on relaxing our muscles now. After all, it's just a warm-up..."

"To shut up"

Mourinho directly told Hazard to shut up. Jiang Yuan was startled and hid behind Captain Terry: "Boss, what's going on? Didn't we win the game?"

Terry put his mouth close to Jiang Yuan's ear and said, "What's the point of winning? We will be scolded whether we win or not."

"I wipe..."

Jiang Yuan touched his head and sat down in his seat.

"Everyone, even though you won against Paris, you have to know that this is just a warm-up match. We don't know if the opponent is playing seriously. From my point of view, do you know what you are thinking?"

Mourinho's eyes swept over Chelsea's 21 players one by one: "It's like a group of dogs playing with the ball on the grass"

"puff!"

Hazard almost laughed out loud and quickly raised his arm to cover half of his face. If Mourinho saw it, he would probably criticize him.

"Where are the tactics? Where is the speed? Where is the coordination? Are you really human?"

Mourinho put his hands in front of him and gestured: "With your current level, it is no exaggeration to say that you may not be able to beat any team in English Football League One, such as Coventry City. You may not be able to beat Coventry City. You think you are great because you won the championship and you have no rivals in the Premier League. In fact, in my eyes, you are not even professional players!"

Chelsea players all lowered their heads. Can't beat Coventry? What a joke!
Of course, feeling unhappy and being unhappy are two completely different things. You can't say it out loud if you feel unhappy. If you say it out loud, Mourinho will only make him even more unhappy.

"Hey……"

Mourinho glanced at Jiang Yuan and suddenly asked, "Jiang, who do you think is stronger now, Chelsea or Porto?"

"what?"

Jiang Yuan blinked: "Jose, what's your question..."

All the players' eyes were on Jiang Yuan. Coupled with the current atmosphere in the locker room, Jiang Yuan's pressure was no less than when he took the penalty kick just now.

Mourinho took a step towards Jiang Yuan and motioned Terry in front of Jiang Yuan to sit aside: "The question is not the point, the point is your answer, don't hesitate, everyone is waiting for you!"

Jiang Yuan touched his head: "You have to tell me which period it was..."

"Chelsea playing today and Porto where you played last season!"

Jiang Yuan licked his lips: "Maybe Porto is a little bit stronger..."

After saying this, Jiang Yuan felt something was wrong and made a "a little bit" gesture: "It's just a little bit stronger. Of course, if you think Chelsea is stronger, just ignore what I said..."

Mourinho looked around in the locker room and said: "That's it. The champions of the five major leagues are no longer as good as the Portuguese champions. You can't feel it on the field, but I see it clearly on the bench."

The players were speechless. Mourinho was silent for a while, and finally said: "Okay, you continue to relax your muscles and gather tomorrow morning. We still have a game in the United States."

The game Mourinho was talking about was the match against Barcelona in Maryland three days later.

When talking about Barcelona, ​​Jiang Yuan's mind immediately thought of that Japanese man.

If it were the United States, the Japanese should be on the field, but Jiang Yuan was not very sure.

Mourinho and Brown left separately, and the locker room suddenly became lively.

"Oscar, let's go! Let's go to WEST END (bar name), I want to meet some American girls!"

"Forget it, I already have an appointment, Gary, go by yourself!"

"Have an appointment?"

Cahill put his arm around Oscar's shoulders and said, "You've only been here for two days and you already know a beautiful girl? Which model? Check out her Instagram!"

Oscar pushed Cahill away, got up and ran: "See you tomorrow morning!"

Azar approached Jiang Yuan and asked, "Jiang, do you want to go out for a drink?"

Belgium's wine manufacturing business is very developed, and many Belgian players have the habit of drinking after the game. For example, Hazard likes beer very much.

Jiang Yuan shook his head: "Forget it, I still don't drink..."

"You're so boring!"

Hazard shook his head, and Terry on the side stepped in to help: "Eden, Jiang is not yet an adult!"

"What's the big deal? I was drinking when I was 14. In our country, someone as old as Jiang can drink several bottles. Besides, Terry, in your country, people can drink at the age of 6, right?"

Terry added: "It has been changed a long time ago. Now the legal minimum age is 6 years old, but... you know, if someone doesn't want to do it, you can't force him."

"All right!"

Hazard spread his hands. Although he felt very strange about Jiang Yuan's refusal to drink, he still respected Jiang Yuan's choice and changed the way of entertainment: "Jiang, let's go eat delicious food. You know, I like delicious food."

"Delicious food? What delicious food?"

Hazard chuckled: "Hamburger!"

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(End of this chapter)