During this period, Zheng Zhi took a step forward and took a foot without even raising his head. He counterattacked on the right and made a diagonal pass directly to Manchester United's frontcourt!

I'm looking for Drogba.

At this time, Drogba was still facing Sylvester alone. He almost pulled the onions onions on dry land. He spread his arms and spread his wings. He carried Sylvester behind him with thunder, leaving the latter with no way.

Then Drogba shook his dark head and pushed hard.

The ball was ferried to the right!

Keane was originally staring at Goodjohansen, but I wonder if he was distracted by Sylvester. When he found out that Drogba had killed Sylvester, the ball had already fallen behind him, and the Icelander Goodjohansen had already passed behind him like an arrow.

The offside was successful!

Knocked into the right side of the penalty area, gently slanted with the right arch, and the ball rolled two meters straight ahead.

Manchester United goalkeeper Howard's eyes first fell on his surrounding opponents, and then he seldom attacked.

Yes,

After hesitating for a moment, he missed the best opportunity to attack, instead of blocking Smith as he did just now.

So he also gave Good Johnson the opportunity to adjust. When he came out, Good Johnson calmly picked his right foot!

He actually picked the ball over Howard's head.

Who would have thought that an Iceland with a population of less than 300,000 would have a striker with such delicate footwork?

Howard was picked over anyway.

"God!"

"Oh God!"

In the flash, Goodjohansson rushed past Howard. The Manchester United captain had not given up yet. He tried to chase the ball back and clear, but he was still two steps slower. Goodjohansson volleyed the ball into the lower left corner of the goal in private in front of the goal.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooool!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“Edul Goodjohansen!”

"He scored his first goal!"

"The Chinese instigated a counterattack, Drogba headed the ball, Goodjohansen calmly picked the ball over Howard's head, and then completed the final blow."

"1:0, Chelsea took the lead at home at Stamford Bridge, and Manchester United fell behind."

"This is a Manchester United-style counterattack..."

"Manchester United played several times before, but they didn't make a simple counterattack, but Chelsea played it first."

Stamford Bridge instantly became a happy blue ocean, and Chelsea fans excitedly waved the team's blue flag and shouted Goodjohansen's name.

I guess many people did not expect that the hardworking Goodjohansen would be the first player to score an official goal in the new season.

He also jumped on Drogba excitedly to celebrate, and his teammates ran over.

Mourinho on the coach's seat had already rushed out and came up with a slide on the turf to celebrate.

At this time, the live shot was aimed at Ferguson, and the frequency of Ferguson chewing gum was significantly accelerated...

"We can't say that Manchester United played poorly. I think Manchester United's performance is OK. What they lack is precise passes and a more determined striker."

"Smith could actually score the first goal just now, but his shot made Chelsea's counterattack."

"It's so deadly..."
Chapter completed!