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The usual tactics are not working, and Moyes doesn’t know what to do.

Using such a typical 4-1-4-1 formation shows that his tactics rely heavily on the flanks.

His team operates with a central organization feeding the wings, and the wings transferring the ball to the other side; there are simply no other tactics.

Moyes does have a mind to strengthen the team’s defense.

But there’s only Rodwell, a defensive midfielder, on the bench.

Jack Rodwell is, after Rooney, another Great British Empire star for Everton.

At 18 years old, Rodwell hasn’t been selected for the senior National Team yet, but he’s already the captain of the Under-16 National Team.

Everton has gone to great lengths to protect this player from being poached.

At such a time, Moyes decided not to let his protégé play.

It wouldn’t be good for him to face setbacks.

”Chelsea finally made a substitution, Belletti coming on for Ballack, reinforcing the four-man defense and giving the recently recovered Ballack a rest.”

”From the current state of play, you’d never guess Chelsea is playing with ten men. Ramos is very active on the flank, covering both central and flank defenses. Although he hasn’t shown much on offense, he has compensated for Terry’s departure.”

”Heh, heh, Ramos, this young man is something else. If he can change his impetuous nature, he’ll definitely become a top defender.”

Both teams’ players return to the center circle.

Everton players are noticeably demoralized.

The score is not too outrageous, but the pressure from Chelsea in both attack and defense is substantial.

In terms of attack, they can’t hold them off.

In terms of defense, they can’t penetrate.

Even though Chelsea is a man down, Everton still hasn’t figured out a good way to deal with them.

The more crucial issue is that their coach isn’t providing any instructions.

Given the situation, they can only keep on kicking the ball back and forth.

Fellaini receives the ball and immediately passes it sideways.

Pienaar receives it and goes into two stepovers; having been trained in the South African Ajax training camp, his technique is quite good.

Coupled with decent physical attributes, his rhythm while dribbling is commendable.

Drogba once again rushes forward to press him, and Pienaar, not daring to physically contest Drogba, nudges the ball expertly and heads toward the side.

After Ballack’s exit, Chelsea’s right-side defense has declined a level.

Mata is putting in the effort, but upon rushing up, he’s effortlessly outpaced by the opponent.

”You cover, I’ll go up.”

Ramos said.

Belletti nodded helplessly.

He’s really never played as a center-back.

But since Ramos has charged up, he has no choice but to cover the spot.

Ramos speeds up and charges toward Pienaar.

Pienaar quickly passes the ball sideways, fearing Ramos might take the chance to tackle him.

Mikel closely marks Tim Cahill, the two grappling with each other, and Cahill fails to control the ball underfoot.

Mata, who came over to help defend, takes the chance to hook the ball in front of him, turns, moves two steps forward, and directly swings a right foot.

Bang—

The ball soars across the pitch towards the left.

Huang Kaiwen jumps and heads it after pinpointing the landing, knocking the ball forward.

Landing, he immediately launches himself into action.

In an instant, Arteta is left behind.

Rooney’s speed is already pretty good, and combined with Yellow Ball King’s talent, it’s still within 11 seconds.

Everton fans seated nearby can only look on helplessly.

Understand that Huang Kaiwen jumped for the header, then landed and checked his speed before launching forward.

And Arteta had been chasing back all along.

And yet he was so easily surpassed.

Luckily, Osman is still blocking ahead.

After regaining possession, Huang Kaiwen’s right rear is where Arteta is chasing back.

His right front has Osman also running back.

These two players, both positioned toward the right, have put their focus on Huang Kaiwen.

Osman runs back with gritted teeth, not daring to slow down and close in on Huang Kaiwen, fearing getting overtaken if he reduces speed.

Yet even so, the gap between them continues to close.

Seeing the penalty area not far.

Huang Kaiwen starts moving diagonally toward the middle.

Osman still wants to block his path, but while running, Huang Kaiwen’s arm hits Osman, who falls directly to the ground.

”Damn it, that’s a foul!!!!”

Moyes jumps up in rage again.

He can’t fully grasp Huang Kaiwen’s style of play today.

The fourth official looks at him and says, ”Yes, your player committed a foul.”

Huang Kaiwen freed himself from Osman and was ready to shoot from a distance when he was knocked down from behind by Arteta.

Moyes, with a sullen face, mutters, ”Just now he flipped my player, and now he goes down, isn’t he acting?”

Boas, having listened from the side for a while, is unhappy, saying directly, ”You’ve already influenced the referee, according to you, Drogba, Vieri being fouled is just acting?”

”Suddenly fell down, who knows if it’s to fake a free kick.”

Moyes stubbornly replies.

He hadn’t anticipated Boas would hear it, but so be it, he’s still skeptical.

”If you’re brave, say it in the post-match press conference.”

Boas finishes and goes straight back to the coaches’ zone.

He’s not bothered to waste words with Moyes.

”The coaches are quarreling on the sidelines, player conflict on the field, heh heh, today’s match is getting more exciting.”

”Huang Kaiwen seems fine, he’s preparing to take the free kick.”

As Huang Kaiwen stands at the foul spot.

Everton’s penalty area becomes hectic again.

”A little to the left, it’s too big, move back!”

”Damn, you’re blocking my view.”

Howard waves his arms in the penalty area, constantly directing teammates’ positions.

He wants to stop Huang Kaiwen from scoring again, but he himself isn’t feeling all that confident.