Chapter 203: Blues' hardworking model finally takes a break
[Stupid referee, I really fucked your mother. Do you know that you are so stupid than your parents? ]

[Fuck, is this a FIFA referee? I can see more clearly than this stupid dog even though I have 800 degrees of myopia]

[Chelsea really suffered a lot. A bad whistle was blown at home. I am speechless]

【666】

[I have no objection to myopic people being referees, but forget about blind people]

[Damn, the English teenagers are still too good-tempered. Aren’t they going to rush into the field and beat up Kralovic?]

[By the way, Jiang Yuan has such a good temper? Why don't you go up and scold him? ]

[Brother above, Xiao Jiang has already accumulated 2 yellow cards, do you want him to be suspended?]

[I’m so pissed. The score could have been 3:0, but the penalty was missed. This referee is such a dead horse]

[Don't be impatient yet, think about it from another angle. If it's a penalty, Costa will definitely take the penalty, but if it's a free kick, then wouldn't it be Xiao Jiang's turn? ]

[Fuck, it works! ]

The penalty turned into a free kick, and all Chelsea fans at home and abroad were very angry. There were many comments on the football forum greeting Kralovic's family.

Of course, everyone knows that this free kick may be an opportunity for Jiang Yuan.

Anyway, the victory is basically certain at 2:0, so we might as well give Jiang Yuan a chance to score more goals.

In the CCTV5 live broadcast room, the official of the game gave a data on the screen, which was Jiang Yuan's free kick scoring rate at the top of the arc.

27.4%
A direct goal scoring rate of one in four is not as efficient as a penalty, but there is still hope.

Kralovich glanced at Shovkovsky and blew the whistle after the latter nodded.

Jiang Yuan started running, and then...

Hit the door!

“比赛第79分钟，来自江远的任意球直接破门，3：0！切尔西3：0基辅迪纳摩！”

"Oh my God, although the referee's decision was somewhat controversial, the result is still the same, Chelsea scores another goal!"

After the goal was scored, Shovkovsky was still standing there in a daze. Jiang Yuan's elevator ball passed over the wall of people and fell quickly into the net.

Because his vision was blocked by the human wall, it was too late for Shovkovsky to react!

"Roar--!!!"

Jiang Yuan rushed to the right corner flagpole and roared at the fans.

"Well done!"

"Beautiful! Let this damn referee lick my ass!"

"Jiang, come on!"

"..."

The fans near the corner flagpole were extremely excited. The experience of watching the game from this position was not good, but the price was still good.

This is because players like to run to the corner flagpole to celebrate after scoring a goal. Buying tickets on the lowest floors in the corner of the stadium gives you the opportunity to get close to the stars!

Jiang Yuan's face flushed, and when he was about to take off his clothes, Terry grabbed Jiang Yuan's jersey from behind: "Hey, be careful!"

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Yuan and Terry high-fived each other, then they remembered that they could not get the yellow card again.

So Jiang Yuan changed his way of celebrating. He ran to the referee Kralovic and blew a kiss to the Czech referee: "Thank you for your gift!"

"love you!"

……

The game continued. In the 81st minute, Mourinho replaced Jiang Yuan with Kennedy as planned.

81:3 in the 0st minute, the outcome is no longer in doubt. Chelsea’s focus should now be on the league three days later.

That’s right, after the Champions League, the league will start three days later.

You may find it outrageous, but this is the Premier League schedule!
"Well done!"

Mourinho put a coat on Jiang Yuan. The weather in London in November is still relatively cold, so he must keep warm.

"It should!"

Jiang Yuan gave Mourinho a thumbs up.

“Beep, beep—!”

The game was over. During the regular time and the last 4 minutes of extra time, Dynamo Kyiv's crazy counterattack did not produce any real effect.

Chelsea eventually won the game, taking all three points and firmly ranking first in Group G with a record of 3 wins and 1 draw!

"Okay, today's game is over. Let's congratulate Chelsea for their victory!"

"Hmm...did you forget something?"

"Ah, what did you forget?"

"Champions League scorer list, Jiang Yuan is still number one, 4 goals in 8 games, averaging 2 goals per game!"

"hiss--"

The commentator from Channel 5 then remembered that although Jiang Yuan looked immature, he was the top scorer in this season’s Champions League so far!
……

It’s November 11, London time, and there are less than 6 hours left before the Premier League match between Chelsea and Stoke City.

Cobham Key Geotherapy Rooms.

According to Mourinho and Rozovic's plan, they will spend the entire morning relaxing the players' muscles, and do some simple coordination training in the afternoon to maintain the players' competitive level.

The intensity of today's training can be said to be almost zero, because we have a game against Stoke City tomorrow.

On one of the therapy beds, Jiang Yuan's calves looked like they had just been scraped, with purple and red patches on them, and some essential oil that had not been wiped off.

"What the hell, Sean, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Yuan stared at Sean with his eyes, as if he wanted to strip off his clothes.

"Jiang, as you can see, I am a very serious person. To tell you the truth, you should rest in the next round of the league."

Before going to bed last night, Sean asked all Chelsea players to wear a watch of an unknown brand. This watch is used to detect heart rate. This watch will record the heart rate of the players after getting up, also known as the morning pulse.

"Your resting heart rate within 30 minutes of getting up was nearly 26.2% higher than before, which is a sign of physical fatigue. I will report your condition to Jose."

???

Jiang Yuan took the watch from Sean: "Sean, don't just look at the heart rate, look at my sleep. My sleep is very good, very stable. So I rested well!"

The schedule in the past two weeks has been so intense that Jiang Yuan rarely received the cell regeneration reward given by the system.

Of course, it was not entirely because of the tight schedule, but Jiang Yuan found that the system's rewards seemed to be getting harder and harder to obtain. Before, he would definitely get a cell regeneration if he trained for 10 hours a day, but now he may not get a cell regeneration even if he trained for 10 hours for two consecutive days. It was outrageous!
Despite this, Jiang Yuan did not want to rest: "Sean, I am the master of this body. I can feel that my muscles are very relaxed now!"

Jiang Yuan lifted up his shorts in front of Sean and punched him on the thigh.

It can be seen that Jiang Yuan's muscle quality is very good.

"Ha ha!"

Sean laughed: "This is the credit of the fascia knife. Muscle relaxation is only one aspect. Your heart, lungs, and of course your brain all need rest. You know, I always pay attention to science, and this is what the data shows." Sean took the watch back and pointed to the red number on it: "The heart rate reached 75 when he woke up in the morning. It's hard to imagine that this is a professional athlete with a resting heart rate of only 52."

"Jiang, you should take a rest!"

On another therapy bed, Hazard joked: "If I could rest, I wouldn't be as sad as you."

What Hazard said is true. Isn't it nice enough to just lie at home and get paid?

"This is not okay!"

Before Jiang Yuan could speak, Terry spoke first: "Eden, Jiang wants to compete for the top scorer list, so of course he doesn't want to rest!"

Terry once again became a Jiang fan. Among the nearly 30 players in Chelsea's first team, he was the one who praised Jiang Yuan the most. In Terry's words, Jiang Yuan was better than Melo and Ronaldo combined.

Jiang Yuan touched his nose and said, "I won't tell you this, Sean. I can play in the competition tomorrow, right?"

Sean put his hands on Jiang Yuan's quadriceps, shook his head and laughed, "This is impossible!"

"Whatever!"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand. The heart rate data was there and he couldn't lie. He was not a superman, so he would just take a break. Anyway, Chelsea's next opponent was Stoke City, which was not too strong.

……

The next day, Jiang Yuan followed Mourinho's instructions to rest in the base. Today, Jiang Yuan will spend another day in the physiotherapy room, receiving physiotherapy with Courtois.

Before the team set off, Jiang Yuan and other teammates who were not selected for the final roster ran to the gate of the base. Two buses were waiting at the gate of the base. The bus painted entirely in blue was for the players, and the other was for the logistics staff. These logistics staff would arrive at the stadium half an hour earlier than the team, and would transport supplies while completing the layout of the locker room.

Contrary to what fans think, the supplies needed for the visiting team's game are not provided by the home team, but have to be carried by themselves.

Because only by carrying their own supplies can the home team avoid responsibility when doping problems arise.

For a Premier League match, the team must carry at least 5 boxes of mineral water, 1 box of sports drinks, and of course 2 large boxes of jerseys and shorts.

"Hey, Jiang, why are you here?"

Before setting off, Zuma saw Jiang Yuan wearing clover casual clothes and immediately ran over. He had a bulging backpack on his back, which was filled with sneakers.

Every time a player brings two pairs of identical sneakers to a game, one pair is newer and the other pair is older. If the first half doesn't go well, some players will secretly change a pair of shoes in the locker room.

Jiang Yuan walked over and gave Zuma a hug: "I'm here to see you off, Kurt. Stoke City is not an easy opponent. You have to protect our goal well."

"Of course!"

Zouma handed Terry over: "With me and the captain here, Stoke City can't break our goal today, believe us!"

"That's right!"

Terry gave a thumbs up to express his agreement with what Zouma said: "We were unlucky to lose to them in the cup, we can't lose again in the league!"

Both starters in today's game were very confident.

Jiang Yuan laughed: "Fans online are saying that we lost because of bad luck. Do you think so too?"

"What else could it be but luck?"

Zouma rubbed his fists and seemed ready to take revenge on Stoke City.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Falcao and Kennedy, who were about to get in the car, ran over in a hurry. They both stretched out their right hands to Jiang Yuan at the same time and said in unison: "Jiang, I need your blessing!"

? ?
Jiang Yuan took a step back, very confused by Falcao's behavior: "Radamel, Robert, what do you mean by this?"

Falcao took another step forward and said, "I need to ask the gods for help in this game. The top scorer in both the league and the Champions League, yes, I'm talking about you, Mr. Jiang. Please lend me your shooting ability."

Jiang Yuan is resting today and Hazard is on the bench, so Falcao and Kennedy are starting. These two guys are already very excited.

"Please! You are football stars worth tens of millions, please don't be like this. You might as well invite Ronaldo and Messi instead of me! What's the point of inviting me?"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands and wanted to run away, but Kennedy and Falcao, one in front and one behind, locked Jiang Yuan tightly.

"Stop talking, just show me your shooting ability, I feel like I can definitely score a goal with your help!"

Falcao grabbed one of Jiang Yuan's hands and performed some kind of mysterious ritual, as if he wanted to transfer Jiang Yuan's ability to himself.

"Forehead……"

Jiang Yuan stuck out his tongue. Anyway, after today's game, they will know that the so-called "inviting gods" is actually useless.

In the afternoon, far away in Stoke-on-Trent, Chelsea's 12th round match kicked off.

At the joint request of Sean and Mourinho, Jiang Yuan lay on the physiotherapy bed to rest. With him was Courtois. The team's starting goalkeeper has been resting since the beginning of the season and has basically not played any games in more than three months.

The large LCD screen hanging in the physiotherapy room was playing a football game. Jiang Yuan pointed at Courtois' knee and asked with concern: "Thibaud, your injury seems to be a bit serious. How are you now?"

"Meniscus Problems"

Courtois shrugged: "The difficulty in walking before has improved a lot after the operation, but it will probably take some time to recover..."

"One month!"

Sean, who was giving Jiang Yuan a shoulder massage, gave precise data. As the team's physiotherapist, he was very familiar with the physical condition of each player, especially injured players like Courtois. Sometimes he even had to drive to Courtois' home to observe his injuries.

I have to say, Sean is a really dedicated guy!
"One month, that's pretty fast!"

Jiang Yuan turned his body to the side and high-fived Courtois: "Thibaud, I wish you a speedy recovery!"

"Jiang, my good brother, thank you!"

Courtois gave Jiang Yuan a thumbs up, which scared the latter so much that his body shook twice.

brother……

This guy Courtois is definitely a good teammate. He is a top goalkeeper and very reliable.

But if we are brothers... forget it!

"what happened?"

Courtois saw that Jiang Yuan looked unhappy and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's watch the game!"

Jiang Yuan pointed at the big screen. This was BT SPORT's live broadcast of the Premier League, and the picture quality was very clear.

Of course, it’s not as clear as being there.

"I didn't expect that I would have to watch the game on TV after joining Chelsea. It feels a bit unreal..."

Jiang Yuan was lying on the therapy bed with the angle just right, giving him the feeling of watching a football game while washing his feet in a foot bath shop.

"Haha, I've been watching like this for months, and it's almost the same at home. But I prefer to watch it at the base. It's too boring to watch it alone. Hey, Falcao scored a goal!"

Courtois suddenly screamed and raised his arms high.

"Oh?"

Jiang Yuan turned his head and saw that in the 11th minute of the first half, Falcao scored a goal after receiving Costa's header and was now celebrating near the corner flagpole!

"I go……"

Jiang Yuan touched his head. He could already imagine the scene of Falcao coming to shake his hand before going on the court!

……

(End of this chapter)