Chapter 216 The Dragon Boy Becomes a Dragon Slayer
"Neves takes a corner kick, the pass is a front penalty kick, Maicon is running!"

"Zuma is following closely, let's see if we can intercept the ball"

"In a physical confrontation, Maicon changed direction, trying to cooperate with Brahimi, and Zouma rushed to the outside and jumped directly!"

"Beautiful, Zouma cleared the ball out of the penalty area, and the second ball landed at the team's Brazilian midfielder William. Chelsea successfully escaped danger!"

"Well, it was almost there. If Zouma had jumped a step later, Neves' corner kick might have found Maicon. Fortunately, the ball was cleared!"

"Look at the time, it's almost the 94th minute. In this way, if nothing unexpected happens, Chelsea should be able to keep the score of 2:2 until the end!"

He Wei's tone became a lot more relaxed. He would not be in a good mood if Chelsea was really defeated in the end.

Although the official commentator cannot be biased towards a certain team, Chelsea is clearly a special team in the eyes of the Chinese people.

After discussion, the TV station’s leaders introduced a new rule to deal with this situation.

That is the Chelsea game. If Jiang Yuan plays, the two commentators can "appropriately" favor Chelsea.

As for what this "appropriate" standard is, it will become clear once someone complains to the TV station.

The ultimate standard is to take a step back in the fans' complaints so that neutral fans will not feel uncomfortable, but Jiangyuan fans will also feel comfortable watching the show. This is the ultimate goal of the TV station.

"Chelsea! Pah!"

"Chelsea! Pah!"

"..."

Chelsea fans applauded again. The previous applause was slow, giving people a dull and even angry feeling.

But the applause at Stamford Bridge now is brisk and crisp, which is an expression of the joy of the home fans.

"Come on!"

After William got the ball, he pushed it to his left foot, then pulled his left foot behind him, and the ball came to Oscar's feet.

At the same time, the Blues' forward line consisting of Hazard, Costa, and Jiang Yuan began to move forward quickly.

Not a deceptive roundabout run, but a decisive sprint forward.

The intentions of the three men were very clear, they wanted to run to the opponent's backcourt before Porto's defense line returned!
"Hu, hu, hu!"

Jiang Yuan's legs rolled like wheels and he was breathing heavily.

It's already been 90 minutes, it would be a lie to say I'm not tired at this point.

But Jiang Yuan knew that now he had to use all his strength to run forward.

Tie? No tie!

Just to give Porto the final blow!
William ran with the ball at high speed, he wanted to reduce the pressure on the three forwards by extending his running distance. William, who became famous as a winger, showed his excellent absolute speed at this time and rushed directly to the vicinity of the center circle with the ball.

"You can give it now, give it quickly!"

Mourinho's shout came from the sidelines, and William understood and turned his right ankle to knock the ball to the left.

A blue figure rushed out and stopped the ball before Herrera.

Today Chelsea’s left side does not belong to Hazard, but to Jiang Yuan!
"Jiang Yuan! Jiang Yuan takes the ball and runs towards the baseline!"

"Herrera chased back and stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Yuan. But to be honest, Jiang Yuan was already close to his maximum speed. In this case, Herrera had basically no chance of catching up."

"Sure enough! As Jiang Yuan ran forward, the distance between him and Herrera became farther and farther. Herrera changed his mind and ran to the middle, leaving the task of defending Jiang Yuan to Pereira!"

"Baba, who had just come on the field, ran behind Jiang Yuan to prepare for the match. Should he pass the ball or not? Jiang Yuan did not choose to pass the ball. He kicked the ball into the bottom line with his right foot. Pereira stepped forward and faced Jiang Yuan one-on-one!"

"Chelsea! Pah!"

"Jiang! Bang!"

"Chelsea! Pah!"

"Jiang! Bang!"

Clapping twice in a row and then spreading your arms is a way of cheering that many fans like to use.

More than 30,000 people did this together, and the effect was shocking!
In the right penalty area of ​​Porto, Jiang Yuan was cycling in front of Pereira, moving closer to Pereira little by little. The latter moved in small steps. Pereira knew that he could not stretch his feet when Jiang Yuan was cycling, otherwise he would probably give Chelsea a free kick.

Well, as Jiang Yuan approached diagonally, the ball and the player entered Porto's penalty area. At this time, Pereira dared not to stretch his feet.

I still remember the penalty kick shortly after the start of the second half!

"Whoop whoosh!"

Jiang Yuan stepped on the ball with his right foot, accelerated instantly and broke through to the baseline, and Pereira followed.

Jiang Yuan seemed to be facing the baseline, but in fact his peripheral vision was always paying attention to Pereira's knees.

At the moment Pereira's knee twisted, Jiang Yuan dribbled the ball with his left foot, ran directly in front of Pereira, and cut inside the penalty area.

“Here!”

Costa at the far end reached for the ball, but Jiang Yuan did not respond to Costa. He looked at the far corner of the goal, swung his right leg backwards, and then threw it out.

The inner instep touched the ball and almost wrapped around the right side of the ball from back to front.

The ball rolled into the near corner.

"The ball is in! The ball is in!!!!"

"Oh my god, that familiar sight of aiming far and shooting close, that familiar feeling. Jiang Yuan received the pass from William on the left and scored a goal!"

"Phew - unbelievable, it's Jiang Yuan again, it's him again! He always stands up at the critical moment!"

He Wei's face was already red at this time. Fortunately, Channel 5 did not require the commentator to show his face, otherwise, based on He Wei's current appearance, he would % be made into an emoticon by the fans.

[What? Goal? Porto's corner kick went in? ]

[My friend above, your delay is too high. Chelsea scored a goal and Jiang Yuan scored a hat trick]

【Everyone stand up! Salute! 】

[Jiang Yuan, you are really my God, my God! ]

[Nima, I bought a draw. Damn it, King Jiang, do you want to kill me?]

[Awesome! Another hat trick. Is this going to kill us? ]

[I have a feeling that as long as Chelsea can hold on for a few more rounds of knockout matches, Jiang Yuan really has a chance to win the Champions League Golden Boot]

[There are only a few rounds in the knockout stage, so hold on for a few more rounds. I don’t care, Xiao Jiang has already won the Champions League Golden Boot in my opinion]

[Hiss——It’s been more than 90 minutes and he still has this speed? Is he still human? And with this shooting accuracy, I would believe you if you said Jiang Yuan just came on the field! ]

Domestic Tieba, Modong, and foreign Twitter all exploded, with a new comment posted every few seconds.

Tonight is Chelsea's night.

At the same time, tonight also belongs to Chelsea's No. 7.

6 goals in 13 group matches, Jiang Yuan!

“Good shot, Aaaaaaaa——!”

Zuma was like a madman, dragging his tired body and running towards Jiang Yuan.

Not to mention the fans and coaches outside the stadium, even the players from both teams playing on the field did not expect Chelsea to turn the game around.

It was true that the players' cooperation was poor, but after 70 minutes, Jiang Yuan was like a god descending to earth, cutting off the neck of the Portuguese dragon with a perfect hat trick.

Two words.

perfect!

After scoring the winning goal, Jiang Yuan stood there with a dazed expression.

I didn't expect that I would really give Porto the final blow in the end. "Jiang, what are you standing there for? Celebrate!"

Zuma put his arms around Jiang Yuan's neck and wanted to take Jiang Yuan to the corner flagpole to party with the fans, but Jiang Yuan refused Zuma's invitation, slowly bent down, and struggled out from under Zuma's grip.

"Clap clap clap"

"Clap clap clap!"

At this decisive moment, Jiang Yuan did not choose to celebrate, but gave a round of welcome applause to the fans who came to watch the game.

In just a few seconds, everyone at Stamford Bridge stood up and responded to Jiang Yuan with thousands of times more applause.

Among the applauding crowd were Chelsea players and fans, as well as Porto players and fans.

Who would have thought that the child raised by a dragon would eventually become a dragon-slaying warrior?
"Snapped!"

Brahimi kicked off, and then the referee Kachir immediately blew the whistle to end the game.

There were 5 minutes of injury time, but the game ended in the 97th minute.

94 minutes and 28 seconds, this is the moment when Jiang Yuan scored the winning goal, this moment is destined to be remembered by fans.

"Jiang"

After the game, Neves slowly walked towards Jiang Yuan and gave his old teammate a big hug: Jiang, it was really wonderful. Every goal was wonderful..."

Neves' voice was a little shaky, and from his expression, it was clear that he was trying his best to suppress his sadness.

"Reuben..."

Jiang Yuan's emotions were a bit complicated: "Don't be nervous, you are not eliminated yet, and the first place in the group does not necessarily go further than the second place. You know, our Porto is the champion of the Champions League in Portugal!"

Jiang Yuan used "our" instead of "your", which can be said to be very detailed.

After hugging his old teammates from Porto one by one, Jiang Yuan and Brahimi exchanged jerseys.

After Martinez left, Brahimi took over the old captain's No. 7 jersey. This can perhaps be regarded as a kind of Porto inheritance.

"Snap, snap, snap! Snap, snap! Snap, snap!"

Amid the applause of the fans, Jiang Yuan slowly walked out of the stadium. Waiting for him outside was the team's Portuguese coach Mourinho.

"Jiang, what an incredible day!"

Mourinho originally wanted to hug Jiang Yuan, but after thinking about it, he just patted Jiang Yuan on the back.

“unbelievable!”

……

After the game, according to the process set by UEFA, the head coach of the team that advances to the knockout stage after the group stage needs to be interviewed by reporters. Therefore, Lopetegui is now on the grass of the stadium, and standing opposite him is ESPN reporter Elisa.

"Julen, I am very sorry that Porto lost the game. Because of this loss, you will advance to the knockout stage as the second in the group. What do you think about this season's knockout stage?"

Lopetegui's expression was a little unhappy, but he still answered the reporter's question: "Well... try to do the best, this is what we can do now. After all, we are the second place to qualify, and the opponents we meet will definitely be very strong."

Elisa put the microphone to Lopetegui's mouth: "You look a little unhappy?"

"Mr. Hullen, in today's game, Porto, which you led, was leading by 2 goals, but in the end Chelsea tied the game and even scored the winning goal. Where do you think the problem lies?"

"call……"

The Spaniard exhaled a breath of hot air from his nostrils: "The problem lies in the transfer"

"Hmm? Can you explain in detail what you mean by that?"

"I won't say Jiang saved Mourinho, but that's the fact"

After saying this, Lopetegui turned and left.

It is true that Lopetegui is the coach of Porto, but he is also a human being. It is difficult for any human being to control his emotions in such a situation.

After being awesome for the whole game, they were finally beaten to death. Only people in the Porto camp can understand this frustrating feeling!

After interviewing the visiting team's head coach, Chelsea arranged a press conference below the stands.

Mourinho was the only one present at the press conference.

"Sir, where are the players? Why are there no players attending this press conference?"

"Yeah, why are you alone?"

"..."

The reporters in the audience were talking a lot, Mourinho coughed twice, and the whole audience suddenly fell silent.

"The players are resting in the locker room"

Mourinho's answer was so simple and straightforward that the reporter was speechless for a while.

Winning the game is awesome!

The reporters in the audience raised their hands one after another, and Mourinho randomly selected one.

"I'm from The Sun..."

"From The Sun? Sit down."

Mourinho waved his hand and asked the Sun reporter who was about to stand up to sit back down.

Then Mourinho chose another person to ask questions.

"I'm Rojas, a reporter from The Guardian. Was it your idea to let Jiang play on the left or was it the player's suggestion?"

"That's what I meant"

Rojas nodded. "As far as I know, Jiang has performed quite well in several games this season when he played on the left. Do you think it would be a better choice to let Jiang play on the left?"

"It's hard to say. Jiang is still young and needs to be observed slowly."

Rojas took a breath and said, "Then may I ask, in your heart, Hazard and Jiang..."

“You’ve asked two questions.”

Mourinho glared at Rojas, and Rojas had no choice but to bow and apologize and sit back in his seat.

Local British journalists all know that Mourinho is accustomed to using a question-and-answer format during interviews, with each reporter only being able to ask one question.

Mourinho was able to answer Rojas' two questions today, partly because the Portuguese was in a good mood after winning the game, otherwise Rojas would have been asked to sit down before he finished asking the second question.

"That blonde lady, yes, it's you"

Mourinho called Elisa up. As an official reporter of ESPN, Elisa enjoyed certain priorities at the press conference.

"Mr. Jose. I just finished an interview with Porto coach Julen Lopetegui. In the interview, he explained to me the reason why Porto lost..."

"What did he say?"

Mourinho raised his eyebrows. What Eliza said attracted him unsurprisingly.

"He said...they lost because of the transfer. Then, Lopetegui thought that it was Jiang who saved you, otherwise you would have been fired."

Elisa passed on Lopetegui's words to Mourinho after "slightly modifying" them.

After listening to Elisa's retelling, Mourinho's expression froze instantly.

"Sir? Sir! What do you think about this?"

Elisa reminded Mourinho who had been distracted. The latter looked around at all the reporters attending the press conference and said slowly: "Lost in the transfer? Haha, I think this is a bit funny."

"The best players deserve the best coaches"

……

(End of this chapter)