The Strongest Demon Front

"My heart aches, boss."

Pei Xiaowei was deeply moved.

An assist was sent, and Rashford missed the shot;

The assist plus was sent out, and was wasted by Martial.

He spared no effort in defense, and was both father and mother in offense. As a result, his team failed to score a goal, but was conceded twice by the opponent... With such a result, Pei Xiaowei naturally felt worthless for Chu Ge.

Not only Pei Xiaowei.

On the Internet, countless fans are venting similar emotions.

"I really don't know what they are doing, they will spit out the cakes that are brought to their mouths!"

"If Chu Ge had been the shooter, we would have scored at least two goals already!"

"If we continue to play like this, and waste my assists like this, I might as well transfer to Real Madrid. With Qizu here, Modric, Isco, Kroos, how could I play so hard! "...

At the end of the league, all kinds of transfer rumors naturally increased.

It has long been no secret that Real Madrid intends to be defeated.

Especially with the acquiescence of Real Madrid's top management, the two Spanish media will "officially announce" that Chu Ge will join next season, and even Chu Ge will come one day and buy a house in Madrid. the same.

Many fans who have followed Chu Ge all the way, many of them have fallen in love with Chu Ge since the time of Real Madrid.

Naturally, they would not reject such news.

Even a little excited.

There are rumors in the media that Real Madrid has offered a transfer fee of almost 400 million euros. Such a large amount of money can naturally make fans enjoy themselves.

Anyway, they don't have to pay for it themselves. Naturally, the bigger the amount and the more outrageous the price, the happier they will be.

"It's okay to discuss the transfer, and there are all warnings for publishing content that dislikes the home team."

Su Qingqing obviously noticed the changes in Chu Ge's fan base.

Maybe these people are out of good intentions, but good intentions do not mean that they are doing good things.

Fans are immature, and idols have the responsibility to guide them.

In this era of extremely developed self-media, idols pay for fan behavior.

As Chu Ge's "logistics supervisor", Su Qingqing naturally would not allow those remarks to flood the Internet.

She also patted Pei Xiaowei on the head by the way.

"Football is a team sport. If I win, I'm good. If I lose, I blame my teammates. That's a problem with the three views."

"I believe Chu Ge and his teammates will be able to win back."

Su Qingqing looked at the scoreboard.

Although she said it easily, the dazzling score still made her a little worried.

Daenerys glanced back at the little girl, her eyebrows raised.

"This little beauty is quite interesting."

...

Woodward took another look at his boss as Chelsea scored.

Glazer's face was a bit ugly.

Obviously, despite the boss's expectations, he was not happy to see the team trailing by two goals so quickly.

On the other hand, Abramovich, the chairman of Chelsea, is full of smiles and is very happy.

A friend sitting next to Abu made even more bold remarks.

"We will win this game! If we lead by two goals and lose, I will chop off my head!"

Abu was even happier after hearing this.

...

"Chelsea are closer to the league title!"

Looking at the Chelsea players celebrating on the screen, Zhan Jun felt a little complicated.

As a Chu Ge fan, he didn't want to see this scene. But as a professional commentator, he has to be honest,

And be as objective as possible.

Compared with Zhan Jun's restraint, Chelsea fans can't wait to celebrate the championship.

"we are the champion!"

From the stands at Old Trafford, the away fans couldn't help shouting their long-awaited chants.

"Conte is awesome! Costa is awesome! Willian is awesome! Hazard is awesome! Everyone is awesome!"

On the Internet and social media, Chelsea fans unabashedly vented their inner excitement.

"In football, there are usually not many goals in a game. Many times, one goal, two goals, is the whole game. And Chelsea scored two goals today."

"Chelsea has an advantage when leading by one goal, but it's not that big. After all, Manchester United is playing at home, and Manchester United only need one goal to tie the score and erase Chelsea's advantage. But leading by two goals It's different."

"A two-goal lead is basically equivalent to a qualitative change compared to a one-goal lead. If it is not safe to say that a one-goal lead is not safe, then a two-goal lead is often a lock for victory, at least a draw."

"In the decades-long history of football, a game where a two-goal lead has been overturned is rare. Chelsea only need a draw to secure their title."

The guests of Sky Sports made professional analysis.

His analysis is why Chelsea fans are now in ecstasy.

After William scored the goal, the Blues Chelsea are infinitely close to the fifth Premier League trophy in their club history!

As excited as Chelsea people are, so frustrated are Manchester United fans.

Football is a standard zero-sum game.

There is only one winner in the game.

Chelsea win, Manchester United must swallow a bitter defeat.

After losing this game, the supporters of the Red Devils Manchester United can only watch their opponents win the Premier League's highest honor, the league championship trophy, at their home court.

How can they be happy.

Although they said before the game that it doesn't matter if they lose, the team tried their best, and taking the second place in the league is the best result in recent years, etc., but who doesn't want to win?

No matter how many reasons there are, failure will be bitter.

"Maybe, we really can only count on next season."

The score made Manchester United fans have to accept reality.

And fans can always find a reason to make themselves less uncomfortable.

They look at the field.

There are their team members, and their favorite Chu Ge.

"As long as Ferguson is still there, and only Chu Ge is still there, we will definitely be able to start again. One day, we will finally be crowned champions!"

Chu Ge has become the hope in the hearts of countless Manchester United supporters.

"No matter what team, even Real Madrid, they cannot take away our Chu Ge. He is ours!"

"Real Madrid took away Beckham, I have no objection; Real Madrid took away Ronaldo, I have no objection; if Real Madrid wants to take away Chu Ge, I must fight Woodward and ask him if he is a ghost !"

Manchester United fans have also noticed the recent transfer rumors.

They firmly believed that their club would not let Chu Ge go, and they also believed that their captain would not leave them.

Manchester United is Manchester United.

Not Arsenal.

...

"Should we make some adjustments." Giggs asked.

Ferguson shook his head.

"Should I call out to the players?" Giggs asked.

Ferguson continued to shake his head.

He understood Giggs' anxiety.

Anyone gets upset when the team is down by two goals. This is very normal.

But now is not the time to adjust.

Ferguson looks across the pitch.

Manchester United's three young players, Rashford, Martial and Chu Ge all stood in the middle circle, waiting for the kick-off.

...

Rashford lowered his head, a little frustrated.

"My responsibility." Martial still didn't say much, but he couldn't restrain the lost emotion in his words.

He wasted the one-handed goal sent by Chu Ge, which was enough to disappoint a young striker. What is even more unacceptable is that after his shot failed, Chelsea used this opportunity to counterattack and finally scored.

Martial felt very guilty.

Rashford wanted to comfort Martial, but he couldn't say it.

He wasted as many opportunities as Martial, and he felt that he was not qualified to comfort others.

He could only look at Chu Ge.

"The important thing is not the past, but the present, and the future." Chu Ge was very calm. "We haven't lost yet. The game is still long. We have plenty of time to get back what we lost!"

"What? You are so depressed, are you ready to admit defeat? Are you ready to admit that you are a coward and surrender without a fight?"

Chu Ge looked at the two partners.

Martial raised his head and stared at Chu Ge.

He bit his lip.

"No. I will not throw in the towel! Never!"

His expression was still dull, but his eyes were on fire.

"I don't admit defeat either!" Rashford looked at Chu Ge.

"Then let's do something big together, guys!"

...

The game quickly resumed.

Maybe it was a two-goal lead, or maybe it was a decline in physical fitness after a fierce attack. Chelsea took the initiative to slow down the offensive and give up some possession.

They started adjusting the defensive line back.

Although Manchester United fell behind by two goals, they were not in a hurry.

The coach still sits firmly on the rocks, and the players continue to play according to their established rhythm. Although a little uneasy in their hearts, they still tried hard to control the rhythm of the game, instead of blindly pressing forward and fighting their opponents.

...

"Kante dribbled the ball across half-time, he passed the football to Pogba."

"Pogba passes to Manolas, United try to have more possession."

"Manolas splits the ball wide and Damian dribbles forward."

"Damian made a mistake! He was intercepted by Moses. Now possession goes to Chelsea."

...

Moses made a steal.

He waded away from the football and looked up at the front.

"Pay attention behind you!" Azar shouted anxiously, waving his arms in front of Moses.

behind?

I'm already stuck with Damian, there's no one else behind me?

Moses was a little surprised.

But received a reminder from his teammates, out of vigilance, Moses is still ready to protect the football.

at this time.

From the side and rear, a red figure rushed towards him like a bull pulling its teeth, carrying the wind.

FK!

Before Moses stretched his legs to block the football, the man rushed between Moses and the football.

Moses almost kicked him.

"Did you die?" Moses almost scolded.

However, the visitor didn't pay any attention.

He forcibly turned around, dribbled the ball abruptly, and slammed into Moses with his body, knocking Moses away.

"Martial!" Zhan Jun yelled, "Martial regained the ball!"

"Martial passed Moses, he dribbled the ball at high speed and went straight down the left wing!"

"Martial is fast!"

The game speeds up instantly.

The Chelsea defenders quickly retreated, and the two defenders rushed towards Martial immediately.

At the same time, Rashford also began to accelerate forward, ready to meet Martial at any time.

Chu Ge was also running forward.

As he ran, he watched.

After noticing that Chelsea's defense line was leaning to the right due to Martial's assault, Chu Ge slightly adjusted his direction of travel.

He cuts in to the middle.

...

"I can't let you pass!"

Fabregas moved with Cahill to Martial. Like closing the door, the two defenders blocked Martial's forward path, trying to force Martial to stop and force him to pass the ball back.

And at this time.

Martial showed his personal ability.

"It's not just Chu who can excel, I can too!"

Seeing the right time, Martial made a bold breakthrough. He seized the narrow space between Cesc Fabregas and Cahill, suddenly accelerated the inward cut, and just used his speed to get through between the two.

"pretty!"

"The human ball is divided!"

"Very bold move! Martial passed! He broke through the defense and went straight to the penalty area!"

Martial moved forward like the wind.

His breakthrough suddenly put huge pressure on Chelsea's defense.

"Focus on him! Keep an eye on the Manchester United players in the penalty area!" Conte yelled anxiously from the sidelines.

Needless to say Conte, Chelsea's defenders also know how to do it.

They quickly organized a third line of defense.

Luiz followed Rashford, who was inserted into the penalty area, and Moses, who returned from the defense, ran towards Martial together with Matic. Azpilicueta is responsible for blocking Martial's passing line into the penalty area. Alonso stands on the line of the penalty area, guarding against Chu Ge who is cruising to the middle, preventing Chu Ge from entering the penalty area.

Martial continued to dribble forward, putting pressure on the Chelsea defender.

When Matic rushed over, he suddenly stopped.

With the right foot, the football is pushed aside horizontally, out of the way at an angle.

"It's now!"

"Chu!"

Martial made a decisive cross.

The football passed parallel to the penalty area line and quickly passed to the middle.

"Don't let him enter the restricted area!"

Conte shouted from the sidelines again.

Azpilicueta ran out of the penalty area, and he and Alonso rushed towards Chu Ge.

Chu Ge accelerated forward.

He lifted his right foot and easily stopped Martial's pass.

Facing the frontal interception of two Chelsea defenders, Chu Ge did not choose to force a breakthrough, nor did he try to pass the ball into the penalty area, let alone pass back.

He slams the ball.

Dribble the ball laterally.

Using the change of rhythm and the instant explosive power of the S-level, he successfully pulled out a gap.

in a location far from the restricted area.

Chu Ge kicked suddenly!

"Batistuta's heavy artillery shot!"

boom!

The football flew out from Chu Ge's feet, and immediately turned into a white light, like a shell fired from the chamber, and went straight to the goal.

"What! He actually shot! From such a distance!"

Chu Ge's choice made Azpilicueta somewhat unprepared. He defended the front and the rear, but he didn't expect Chu Ge to suddenly fire from a long distance.

Before the defender could make a second reaction, the football had passed him.

"What a speed!"

Azpilicueta subconsciously stretched his legs to block, but didn't even touch the ball.

"I can only hope that he misses the shot." Azpilicueta thought, "However, even if the shot is on target, Courtois should be able to react from such a long distance. Although the ball is very fast, but Courtois Artois is number one in the world!"

He has great confidence in his goalkeeper.

Looking back at the goal, Azpilicueta was ready to watch Courtois in action. Just like the goalkeeper's two previous saves.

"What?!"

As far as Azpilicueta can see, his goalkeeper Courtois leaps into the air very stretchedly, and the saving action is very stretched and very graceful.

And football,

But it passed through Courtois' fingertips!

The furthest distance in the world is close at hand, but cannot be touched.

The football brushed past Courtois' fingertips and crashed straight into the goal behind him.

ball,

In!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

boom!

Old Trafford, boiling instantly.

Seventy thousand fans, all stand up!

"Bati-Goal!" Zhan Jun blurted out.

This sweeping and domineering way of scoring goals made him unable to help shouting out the way of scoring goals that was once exclusive to the football god of war.

1:2!

Manchester United pulled one back.

"Chelsea's advantage, once again retracted to one goal. Manchester United see hope of victory again!" shouted the commentator.

"Chu Ge—Chu Ge—Chu Ge..."

Old Trafford shook.

The fans shouted Chu Ge's name like thunder!

Their captain did not disappoint them.

Never disappointed!

He is the God of War at Old Trafford!