Chapter 279 the champion!

"wowwww!!"

The moment referee Craig Pawson pointed to the penalty spot, Stamford Bridge was in turmoil.

In the 87th minute, Jiang Yuan made a straight breakthrough in the middle and Chelsea got a penalty kick that was enough to decide the outcome of the game. Of course, given the special nature of this game, the result of this penalty kick is likely to determine who will win the Premier League championship trophy this season.

"Vamos! (Good shot!)"

Jiang Yuan fell to the ground, and Mourinho immediately spread his hands to the fourth official. When the referee whistled, the Portuguese shouted it out. The home team's bench was empty except for Hazard who was sitting injured. Everyone else was on the sidelines, cheering for their teammates on the field.

"Jiang, this is for you."

Under the gaze of the audience, Zuma handed the ball to Jiang Yuan.

Before Jiang Yuan joined Chelsea, Fabregas was the team's third penalty taker, but after Jiang Yuan and Ibrahimovic joined the team, the Spanish midfielder is now the team's fourth penalty taker.

Professional players generally take many factors into consideration when allocating penalty kick order, the most important of which is penalty kick strength, with priority given to stars who are good at penalty kicks.

There are currently three biggest stars in Chelsea, Hazard, Jiang Yuan, and Ibrahimovic. The penalty kick levels of these three people are not much different. If we have to rank them, it would be Ibrahimovic > Hazard > Jiang Yuan. But because Ibrahimovic joined the team temporarily in the winter window, considering his qualifications, Jiang Yuan's penalty kick rank is ahead of Ibrahimovic.

Outside the field, Mourinho knelt on the grass with his arms hanging naturally, his expression frighteningly serious.

"call--"

Jiang Yuan held the ball and took a deep breath, his expression was extremely nervous. He looked at the sign held by the fourth official. It was already the 88th minute. There were many fouls in this game, and there were about 4 or 5 minutes of extra time. If this penalty kick didn't go in, Chelsea would probably say goodbye to the championship this season.

Terry and William stood at the penalty spot to prevent Leicester City players from damaging the grass at the penalty spot. At this time, Ibrahimovic came over and put his arm around Jiang Yuan's shoulders: "If you feel stressed, you can give it to me..."

More than 10 years of professional career has given Ibrahimovic rich experience, which allows him to be calmer than ordinary players when dealing with such situations.

"I can"

Jiang Yuan turned his body to the side and rejected Ibrahimovic's request.

“Beep, beep, beep—!!”

"Beep beep beep!!"

There were fake whistles everywhere on the field. When the away fans blew the whistle, the home fans were very dissatisfied and pointed at the away fans in the next stand and cursed them. But the away team didn't care about anything and just kept whistling, with the purpose of using the sound to disturb Jiang Yuan who was about to take the penalty kick.

After fighting for a whole season and 38 games, the morale of Foxes fans is getting higher and higher, and no one wants to fail at this time.

Jiang Yuan put the ball on the penalty spot, patted his shorts, and then began to slowly back away.

In front of him was Kasper Schmeichel bouncing on the goal line.

"Hey, Jiang, don't be stressed!"

Terry behind him suddenly shouted: "The opposing goalkeeper is as nervous as you!"

Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs up with his right hand, his eyes fixed on Schmeichel in front of him. Terry was right, he was not the only one who was nervous. As a defender, Schmeichel, the goalkeeper, was under the most pressure!

All the cameras in the Stamford Bridge stadium were focused on Jiang Yuan, and beads of sweat were clearly visible on the face of the young Chinese player.

The most stressful time for an 18-year-old Chinese kid is sitting in the examination room for the college entrance examination, but Jiang Yuan's life trajectory went a little off. With half a month left before the 2016 college entrance examination, he is now standing on the Stamford Bridge pitch with Leicester City goalkeeper Schmeichel in front of him.

If Chelsea scores this penalty, they will be able to turn the situation around, but if they fail, Chelsea will have to say goodbye to the championship trophy they have fought for a whole season.

Jiang Yuan pursed his lips and took a deep breath through his nose. He understood that he could not avoid the college entrance examination. Today's penalty kick was his own college entrance examination.

Craig Pawson half-crouched and blew the whistle after making sure the ball was just above the penalty spot and Schmeichel's foot was on the goal line.

"Beep!"

call!
Jiang Yuan let out his breath, looked away from Schmeichel, and then looked at the ball at his feet.

Change the rhythm and run in an arc, with your supporting foot on the left side of the penalty spot and your right foot pushing at an angle.

Snapped!
Schmeichel guessed the direction correctly, but the angle of Jiang Yuan's shot was extremely tricky, almost passing through Schmeichel's fingertips.

The ball...went in!
"Roar--!!!!"

The moment the goal was confirmed, Jiang Yuan did not run to the left or the right. He just stood at the penalty spot with his whole face red.

"Vamos!"

Fabregas pushed Simpson aside and hugged Jiang Yuan in the penalty area. The other Chelsea players did the same. With the momentum from their run-up outside the penalty area, they rushed over and surrounded Jiang Yuan. The slower players, such as Ibrahimovic and Terry, could not squeeze to the innermost part and could only jump up and press to the top.

As for Zouma, when Jiang Yuan scored the penalty, the French star did not rush to celebrate with Jiang Yuan, but came to Simpson in an arc and said, "Haha, rubbish, we are going to win the championship, rubbish!"

After the taunting, Zuma turned around and opened his long, black arms: "Jiang, here I come!"

"Jiang Yuan scored from the penalty spot and Chelsea equalized the score in the 88th minute. This must be a miracle for the Blues."

"It's hard to believe that a player who is only 18 years old can break through and create a penalty under such great pressure, and then score the penalty himself."

"A goal is worth a thousand gold, a real goal is worth a thousand gold!"

In the VIP room, Abu threw the wine glass in his hand again, but this time he did not sit on the sofa, but stood up directly: "Jiang, awesome! Kill Leicester City!"

"damn it!"

Abramovich vented the anger that had accumulated in his heart in the previous 85 minutes. If the team he had spent hundreds of millions to build lost to Leicester City and the championship at the last minute, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Fortunately, some players stood up in the end.

"Jom!"

Abu greeted him and Jom, whose name was called, hurried forward. Jom, who was also a Russian, was Abu's personal secretary, responsible for helping the boss Abu arrange plans, handle agency affairs, etc.

"Let's go to Bacchanalia and book a room... No, no, no, I want to book Bacchanalia for tonight. I want to treat the whole team to dinner. Joem, if I see other customers when I walk into the door of the restaurant at 8 o'clock tonight, you're doomed!"

"Mr. Roman, I will take care of this matter."

Joem bowed slightly and prepared to leave.

Bacchanalia is a luxury restaurant in London that is based on reservations and memberships, but it is very easy for Abramovich to turn down the restaurant's original reservations. But this is Britain after all, and in this capitalist country, the pound and the euro determine everything.

"correct!"

Before Joum left the box, Abu called him and said, "Joum, give us some more Chinese food and a few more pairs of chopsticks."

"Sir, Bacchanalia is a Greek and Italian style restaurant..."

"Can't you just grab the Chinese chef from another restaurant, Joem? You've been with me for so many years, why did you do something so stupid today?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roman, I'll do it right away"

……

"We're all together, and winning is our aim~"

"So cheer us on through the sun and rain~"

"B'cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name!"

"Chelsea!"

Bang bang bang!
"Jiang!"

Bang bang bang!
"the goaler...!!!"

"JIANG!"

The home team fans in the stands have gone crazy, and some have even started throwing smoke bombs onto the field.

The fans are happy, the players are happy, and the head coach is happy too, but Jiang Yuan can't get started now.

"Fuck! Kurt, you stepped on my foot!"

"Ceske, go away, I can't breathe!"

"Zlatan, fuck! What the hell are you doing!"

Stacking people is very exciting, but the person at the bottom is often the most miserable.

Chelsea has many players who weigh 90 kg or even 100 kg. When these heavyweight players press on Jiang Yuan, he will feel like he is about to suffocate and die. If Jiang Yuan was not relatively strong, he might have needed treatment from the team doctor at this time.

The worst thing is that not only the starting players, but also the substitutes who were originally on the sidelines would rush over and jump a few times, as if they were afraid that the giant Arhat was not stacked high enough.

On the bench, Hazard and Clarkson looked at each other, and the latter pointed at the Chelsea players in the Leicester City penalty area: "Aren't you going over to celebrate with us?"

Hazard lifted his foot and showed Clarkson the bandage on his ankle: "You put this bandage on. Did you forget it before the next day?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Sorry!"

Clarkson touched his head. The atmosphere in the stadium was so shocking that he forgot that Hazard had an ankle injury.

This middle-aged team doctor of Chelsea is not a fan in the standard sense. He gradually fell in love with Chelsea because of his work. Even so, he can feel the shock of the current atmosphere.

The charm of football is that when you are happy, there will be a lot of people happy with you, and when you are sad, there will also be a lot of people happy with you.

Everyone wears the same colored clothes, supports the same team, and even has the same emotions!

"Hey, referee, I want to complain!"

Morgan ran up to Pawson and complained that Chelsea were taking too long to celebrate.

It was not yet the 89th minute when the goal was scored, but the fourth official should have given 4 minutes of stoppage time, and more than 1 minute of stoppage time has already passed!

"Beep beep beep!"

Pawson felt that what Morgan said made sense, so he blew the whistle and ran over. Inside the Leicester City penalty area, Chelsea players scattered as if they were caught cheating. In the end, Jiang Yuan received a yellow card for delaying the game.

"wdf?"

Jiang Yuan, lying on the ground, spread his hands.

No, I have to take the blame for this too?
However, this is Chelsea's last game of the season, so it doesn't matter whether they get a yellow card or not.

Back to the game, it is now the 93rd minute. Leicester City launched a counterattack against Chelsea under the command of Ranieri. Before the game started, the Italian coach said in an interview with reporters that he was very satisfied to be second in the league. Even if he did not win the championship in the end, he believed that Leicester City had a great season.

Ranieri was calm at that time, but it was the last moment of the game, and who would want to miss the league championship?

"Okazaki Shinji received Kante's through ball and faced Mikel in front. Mikel did not rush out because he knew that Okazaki Shinji might play a one-two with his teammates."

"Sure enough, Vardy ran over to get the ball, and Shinji Okazaki passed it!"

"Vardy, pass it to Mahrez on the left. Mahrez dribbles the ball and goes straight to the top of the arc. Is Mahrez going to create a miracle?"

"Just kick it! The ball hits Zouma and bounces back." "Vardy kicks it again!"

The hearts of more than 4 fans in the stadium were hanging in the balance.

With a "duang!" sound, Vardy's shot hit the crossbar and bounced out.

Drinkwater and Jiang Yuan were fighting for the landing point. The experienced Drinkwater judged the landing point correctly, shook off Jiang Yuan and passed the ball to Kante.

Kante didn't hesitate and shot a world-class shot from the outside, but it was cleared out of the baseline by Zouma.

Corner kick for Leicester City!
After three consecutive long shots, it can be seen that the Leicester City players are a little anxious, but there is nothing they can do about it, because the time is...

94'29"

The stoppage time had passed, but because Leicester City's attack had not yet ended, Pawson was unable to blow the whistle.

"Beep——!!"

“Beep, beep, beep—!!!”

"Over! Over!"

"It has ended!"

The referee didn't blow the whistle, but the fans in the stands were already impatient.

Leicester City's last corner kick should have been planned, with the short Kante taking the kick, Drinkwater, who is good at long-range shots, standing on the periphery, and Vasilevskiy staying behind to protect, while everyone else was in the penalty area.

Snapped!
A corner kick was taken and the first penalty was headed out by Terry.

At the second penalty spot, Mahrez pushed the ball inside, and Vardy jumped up to head the ball, but unfortunately he failed to hold it down, and the ball went over the crossbar and out of bounds.

no!

“Beep, beep—!”

"Okay, the referee blew the whistle to end the game. In the end, Chelsea, playing at home, drew 1:1 with Leicester City."

"Although it was a draw, Chelsea is definitely worth celebrating today"

"Total points: 38 after 76 league games, 3 points ahead of second place Leicester City"

"Now, I declare that the champion of the English Premier League for the 2015-2016 season is..."

“Chelsea!!!”

Some Leicester City players lowered their heads or lay on the ground, while a group of Chelsea players ran wildly on the field with their arms open.

The substitutes were running, and the starters who had been running for more than 90 minutes were also running.

Are you tired? Not at all!

"Well done!"

Mourinho walked onto the grass while clapping, first shook hands with Ranieri, then hugged every Chelsea player along the way, and finally stopped in front of Jiang Yuan.

The Portuguese coach was silent for a while: "It seems there is nothing to say..."

Mourinho grabbed Jiang Yuan's shoulders and slammed him into his arms, patting Jiang Yuan's back with both hands: "Good guy, good guy...good guy!"

Jiang Yuan's head rested on Mourinho's shoulder, with the bustling Stamford Bridge in front of him. To be honest, Jiang Yuan felt unreal. It wasn't that he didn't believe Chelsea could win the championship, but he really didn't expect that he would end the game with a penalty kick.

"Hey!"

Hazard's voice came from the front, and the Belgian superstar of the Blues walked over with the support of Clarkson.

"Eden"

Jiang Yuan took the initiative to greet him: "Is your ankle okay?"

"It was originally a big problem, but your penalty successfully healed my ankle. Jiang, you are a great doctor!"

Hazard gave Jiang Yuan a thumbs up.

……

The stadium staff worked very quickly and set up the award stage in no time. A blue blanket was laid on the road leading to the stadium in front of the player's tunnel, on which was a Premier League lion head logo with "Premier League Champion" written on it.

"go!"

Mourinho patted Jiang Yuan's butt and signaled everyone to go to the player tunnel first, and then go through this small door one after another.

English Football Association Chairman Greg Dyke and Chelsea Club Chairman Roman Abramovich, each holding one side of the championship trophy, walked towards the podium. They needed to place the trophy on the podium and wait for the players to walk out of the championship gate.

Chelsea's players were very happy, of course not all of them were happy. In just half a minute, more than 30 security guards rushed out of the player's channel. These security guards wearing fluorescent green vests ran towards the stands.

That’s right, some fans wanted to rush into the stadium, and it wasn’t just individual fans who wanted to rush into the stadium, everyone wanted to get into the stadium.

Chelsea's security team is now in a state of panic. The winning players didn't even touch the trophy. If the fans were allowed to rush in at this time, the trophy would probably be gone after the game.

As a traditional powerhouse, Chelsea had made preparations long before the start of today's game.

If Leicester City wins the championship, security must be strengthened to prevent fans from rushing onto the field and hitting people.

If Chelsea wins the title, they will have to step up security to prevent fans from rushing into the stadium to steal the trophy.

Clap clap clap!

Clap clap clap clap!
Bang bang bang!
Amid the applause of the fans, the Blues players formed a long line and walked towards the championship gate one after another.

Zuma nudged Jiang Yuan with his elbow, motioning Jiang Yuan to look at the excited fans in the stands: "Jiang, do you remember what I said?"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"I will lead you to victory!"

"..."

Jiang Yuan was somewhat speechless. He took the lead and ran towards the Champion Gate, making Zuma scream behind him.

After all 31 Chelsea players walked into the championship gate, the players and on-site staff stood in two rows on both sides of the blue blanket, and the camera focused on Mourinho.

"Now we see Chelsea's winning coach coming..."

“Jose Mourinho!”

The camera focused on Mourinho. The championship coach walked slowly towards the championship gate with his hands in his pockets, surrounded by applause from players and fans.

No matter what happened at the beginning of the season, Chelsea is now the league champion, so Mourinho is undoubtedly the best coach in the Premier League!

At this moment, Jiang Yuan noticed the support staff who was about to walk into the player tunnel: "Jolson, do you want to go back to the locker room?"

Jolson shook his head. "I'm going to go get two boxes of champagne. Do you want to help me? I can go to the locker room on the way."

"Help me get my phone!"

Zuma also said: "I want a mobile phone too"

By the time Mourinho walked through the championship gate, CCTV's broadcast had ended. At this time, if domestic fans wanted to watch the award ceremony, they had to climb over the wall or go to the Huanledou website to find the live broadcast source.

So Jiang Yuan took the phone from Qiao Ersen and turned on the live broadcast.

"Brothers, it's afternoon... um, it should be evening over there, good evening. I'm at Stamford Bridge now, behind me is the stands of the stadium, the fans right now are very passionate!"

"The one next to me is Zuma!"

As he said that, Jiang Yuan raised his hand and patted Zuma on the back of his head: "Brother Snail!"

"Huh? Hey! Jiang, you're live again!"

Zuma put a hand on Jiang Yuan's shoulder, squatted down slightly, and said in his not very fluent Chinese: "My Chinese friends, I brought Jiang to the sky!"

[I’m addicted to live streaming, hahaha! ]

[Fuck, forget about the bench first, now you are directly looking at the whole court. Good man, you really don’t treat your brothers as outsiders]

[What kind of CCTV is this? Is the God's perspective as good as the player's perspective? ]

[Look behind Jiang Yuan, isn't that the English Premier League championship trophy? Hiss, Xiao Jiang's camera is a bit rubbish, why don't you consider buying a professional camera? ]

[Buy a professional camera? No, do you really think Jiang Yuan is a host? ]

[Penalty kick, Xiao Jiang is awesome! ]

[I knew Jiang Yuan would live stream again, so I paid special attention to him. Fake watching of a game: God's perspective; real watching of a game: Players' perspective]

I feel like I'm playing at Stamford Bridge now.

[Don't feel it anymore, it's time to win the trophy, guys, look at the podium! That's Abramovich, right? Who's that next to him? Is he from the English Football Association? ]

【Hold the trophy! Chelsea is the champion! 】

[Hey, Jiang Yuan, the college entrance examination is 20 days away, when will you come back? ]

【? ? ? ? 】

"Jiang, let's go!"

William called out to Jiang Yuan, who then realized that he was about to go on stage. According to the procedure, they could not pick up the championship trophy at the first time, but had to let the chairman of the English Football Association put the championship medal on them first.

Jiang Yuan walked behind Fabregas, and when Fabregas accepted the medal, Jiang Yuan and Abramovich hugged each other.

"Mr. Roman!"

Jiang Yuan smiled, and Abu was also very happy: "I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"

"what……"

Jiang Yuan hesitated: "Mr. Roman, today is my brother's birthday. I may have to go home to celebrate his birthday..."

Jiang Yuan's face turned red as he spoke. What a coincidence that today was his brother's birthday. He had already made an appointment with Jiang Hao to go back for dinner tonight. Now that Abu had done this, Jiang Yuan didn't know what to do.

Hearing this, Abu said as a matter of course: "Can't we just go back later?"

"If you don't come today, no one in Chelsea will be able to eat!"

……

(End of this chapter)