"Bolton is organizing an attack, Nakata Hidetoshi passes the ball... Nakata is observing, Bolton values this attack..." In the box, the large-screen TV was broadcasting the football match outside. Sitting on the sofa, Adrian stared wide-eyed and unblinking at the game.
"Nakata passes to Okocha, Okocha tries to break through... The ball is intercepted! Makelele's tackle was very clean... Chelsea's counterattack!" The commentator on the TV erupted with enthusiasm, "Their speed is incredibly fast, the ball is passed to Duff on the left wing, Duff is driving the ball along the sideline!"
Adrian's breathing grew faster, and his hands resting on his knees couldn't help but clench into fists, his throat continuously moving up and down.
"Duff crosses... It's a low diagonal pass, who's in the middle to meet it? Drogba! Drogba! He got the ball!" The commentator grew increasingly passionate, "Drogba facing Jaskelainen... One-on-one!!!"
