It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 281 Charles takes over Stamford Bridge (Part )

"Chelsea 2:0 Stoke City. Stoke City's defense was like a toy for Charles to play with at will."

"The game against Stoke was too easy. Pulis' team did not cause any difficulties for Shire."

"It seems that our previous predictions were too conservative. The current one-sided situation reminds us of the match between France and South Korea in this year's World Cup."

"I hope the Stoke City players will not lose confidence in the next game."

The European Cup qualifiers are coming soon.

The Chelsea fans at the scene couldn't help but look at Stoke City's lineup.

Very good, not many national team players can be seen.

That's okay. In the next game, they can fully concentrate on watching Charles defeat Stoke City without any psychological burden.

As for whether Chelsea can really commit a super tragedy today - please, with Charles here, do we still need to consider this stupid question?

Sorensen patted his butt with a look of resentment, stood up, lowered his head and walked into the net to retrieve the ball.

"Wilkinson—did you not have enough to eat just now?"

The goalkeeper complained.

Wilkinson also spread his hands with an innocent look on his face. "How could I have thought this would happen? I already tackled the ball, but it didn't work. What can I do?"

Shawcross quickly ran over and stood between the two of them.

"Okay, okay, they're all mine, stop arguing."

Hearing this, Sorenson became even angrier.

"Didn't you say before that he was made of glass? You also said that you would make it more difficult for him, but now I see that you are like a seesaw in the park. Before he came, your tail was so high, but when he came, you immediately became shorter."

Faye, Collins and Wilkinson couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

"Who are you calling the seesaw?"

Shawcross stiffened his neck and looked at Sorenson.

Delap quickly pulled Shawcross away, "Okay, okay, the game is more important."

Shawcross turned away and stopped arguing with Sorensen.

After walking a little further, Delap was still a little worried, so he held Shawcross's arm and whispered, "Denmark's performance in this year's World Cup was not good. This is also his last World Cup. Don't bother with him anymore. He is not usually like this."

"I won't argue with him," Shawcross snorted, "I will prove to him that what I said is right. It's just that I didn't use enough strength just now."

Watching Shawcross find Faye and prepare to switch positions, Delap couldn't help but sigh.

At least Sorensen is a member of the national team, so he has self-awareness anyway.

You can't even make it to the national team, why are you competing with Charles here?
The game quickly resumed.

After the restart, Whitehead and Jones cooperated with each other in the frontcourt. Whitehead received the ball again and saw that the space for his kick was about to be completely blocked, so he had to force the kick.

Cech chose the right position and held the ball steadily in his arms.

Cech didn't hesitate and passed the ball directly to Ferreira.

Pulis was so anxious that he kept micromanaging on the sidelines. Stoke City players were exhausted on the field and there was no way to satisfy him.

The reason is very simple. After some organization from Chelsea's midfield and backcourt, the ball successfully came to Charles' feet.

Seeing this, Drap rushed over.

Now Charles is on the sidelines. Logically he should be very happy, but Drap still has a sad face.

If Charles overtakes on a curve again, he won't be able to stop him even if he wants to.

The golden rules for defending ordinary players don't work on him.

Charles seemingly nonchalantly pushed the ball inwards with his left foot, and Delap immediately became alert.

He, Delap, may not be a world-renowned top player, but he has carefully studied Charles' highlights and will never be easily deceived!
Charles had no intention of observing Drap's expression or guessing his inner thoughts, but just focused on the area in front of him.

Just as Delap followed his movement and moved to the left, stretching his foot to clear the ball, Charles moved like a pendulum, exerting force from his waist and forcibly shifting his center of gravity back.

Delap immediately realized something was wrong, but his movements at this moment were as weak as a rock, and he was unable to keep up with Charles' pace for a while. He could only watch as Charles quickly dribbled the ball with the inside of his right foot, trying to get out of his defensive area.

Delap turned around quickly, luckily his jersey had no straps.

Seeing that Charles had no intention of slowing down, Drap could only reach out and grab Charles' clothes.

Charles quickly kicked the ball with his right foot, and the ball flew forward parallel to the sideline.

The moment Drap stretched out his hand, Charles supported Drap's arm with his right hand and pushed it outward with force, then he accelerated again and rushed forward.

Drap almost lost his balance and was thrown out.

Damn, so this is the fighting power of La Liga’s “glass man”?

No wonder they can win the World Cup, it turns out they can even make their La Liga opponents hallucinate.

Pulis and Ancelotti's coaching command area was right next to Charles, and the two of them walked towards Charles involuntarily.

Hut lowered his center of gravity and stood diagonally in front of Charles.

Ancelotti held a cup of water while watching Charles who was half a meter away from him.

Priss looked at Drap who was pushed away, and wished he could reach out and pull Charles down.

As if he had noticed his coach's thoughts, Huth rushed up diagonally.

But Charles did not give him any chance to get close. He kicked the ball with his right foot again and left Huth behind him with great force.

"Idiot, what are you still standing there for? Are you waiting for me to pull him down?"

Priss looked at Hut who was about to rush to his face and cursed.

Hut was scolded so much that he had no time to worry about whether he could catch up with Charles's exhaust gas. He could only follow Drap and chase him again.

However, at this moment, Charles had already left them several meters behind and could not catch up at all!
Shawcross, who had already switched positions with Faye, was not sure whether he was happy or sad when facing Charles who had successfully cut inside.

Drogba and Malouda were ready and lying in ambush inside Stoke City's defense.

Shawcross bent down and stared at Charles' steps. Every time Charles took a step forward, he took a step back.

Suddenly, Charles laughed, and his right hand kept shaking left and right.

屮!
Shawcross didn't even need to think to know that Drogba and Malouda were on his left, and Charles' waving hand must be related to this.

But in the past, Charles' actions were not so obvious, and he would consciously avoid the defensive players around him.

And this time, Charles let him see this scene right under his nose. It must be because Charles wanted to trick him, so what he actually wanted to do was to shoot directly!
In a flash, Shawcross, who had figured it out, turned around, turned his back to Charles, and took a big step to the left.

Charles was a little surprised, and at the same time he pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his right foot.

"This way, this way!"

Faye quickly put his hands behind his back and gathered around.

Huth, who was not far away, finally caught up and appeared not far between Faye and Charles.

Shawcross immediately realized that he had been cheated. He was sweating profusely and leaning sideways, trying awkwardly to block the ball with his left foot. However, his whole body was like a piece of steel and his left foot could not extend even a little bit.

He could only give up that unrealistic idea, turn around quickly, and cooperate with his teammates to help defend Charles.

Seeing that he was surrounded by three people in an instant, Charles quickly switched his supporting foot, tapping the ground with his right foot continuously. At the moment when his left foot completed the support, Charles twisted his right ankle. "Swoosh——"

To the dazzled eyes of the three onlookers, the ball shot like an arrow, passing through the gap between Shawcross and Faye without hesitation and heading straight for the goal.

Sorensen opened his arms, trying to block the ball.

But this time, he stood at the near post of the goal, but the ball bounced straight to the far post.

Although his reaction speed was very fast, the ball was out of reach and eventually turned into sighs from the Stoke City fans who came with the team.

The ball went in, and Chelsea was ahead 3:0 against Stoke City not long into the first half!

The Chelsea fans at the scene had no idea what words to use to express their current feelings.

Charles on the field was seen walking towards them with his arms open gracefully, and was then surrounded by a group of teammates.

Ancelotti raised his eyebrows and opened his arms in imitation, "How is it?"

The assistant coach beside him couldn't help but laugh, "99% similar, and just as domineering."

"What else is different?"

The teaching assistant thought for a moment and immediately gave the answer, "Because you sold your kidney, so you have one less kidney than him."

Ancelotti finally laughed when he heard this, put down his arms, turned around and signaled to the Chelsea fans on the field to celebrate louder.

The fans in the stands were all very respectful and cheered together.

"Ciel!"

“Ciel!!”

"Ciel!!!"

……

"The ball is in!"

“Charle scored a goal and had two assists in less than ten minutes of the game. His debut, which lasted less than ten minutes, was a result that countless players dream of but can’t achieve in a single game.”

"And now Ciel is only 20 years old."

“What does it mean to be 20 years old?”

"Zinedine Zidane had just moved to Bordeaux at the age of 20, Steve Clarke had just joined Paisley St Mirren and Gullit had just moved from Haarlem to Feyenoord."

"At the age of 20, they have just begun the prelude of their brilliant careers, but at the age of 20, Charles has already matched or even surpassed them in many aspects."

"It took less than ten minutes. Beckham didn't have time to change his hairstyle, Mark Hughes didn't have time to think about the inspirational speech he was going to give, but Charles had already scored his first goal in the Premier League."

“It wasn’t the quickest goal of Charles’ career but it was the first time he had scored against another club for the Blues.

“This is destined to be a great moment. Perhaps in the long, long future, this will be a clip that will be replayed many times to commemorate a great beginning!”

"But it was a shame that even though the game had only been going on for less than 10 minutes, it looked like Stoke's players were already dazzled by Charles' dancing."

"In the end, when Shawcross was defending Charles, Charles just shook his hand and made him dizzy and lost his way. It was really unbelievable."

"But at this moment, this is actually happening on the court."

"It can only be said that the top players never need to adapt to the Premier League, but the Premier League needs time to adapt to Shire."

Guardiola, who was sitting in the stands, grabbed the staff member's hand tightly.

The Manchester City staff blushed and finally couldn't hold it back any longer, "Pep...Pep, can you let go? I won't scream."

Guardiola finally reacted and immediately released his hand.

"Sorry, I was too excited just now and I want to control my emotions."

The staff took a deep breath and rubbed their hands.

"Did you control yourself, then?"

“No,” Guardiola took a deep breath, but finally couldn’t help himself and jumped up, “Ah ...! It’s worthy of Charles, I knew it!”

The staff quickly pulled Guardiola down, "Pep Pep - calm down, we are still at Chelsea."

Guardiola's shouting did not attract much attention, because all the fans present were caught up in crazy shouting and emotional catharsis.

"I'm sorry, I was so excited that I couldn't control my emotions for a moment."

Guardiola felt like he was short of oxygen, but his face was still full of smiles.

The staff member looked at Guardiola with shining eyes, swallowed his saliva, and handed over his hand, "Pep, why don't you continue to hold my hand..."

"Don't worry, I will control my emotions next time," Guardiola said with a smile, "In fact, my ability to control my emotions is still very good, right?"

The staff was full of questions.

Sitting in the stands after getting a red card, throwing hamburgers... Isn't this the kind of emotional outburst material you have often contributed in the past two years?
But in the end, the staff nodded reluctantly.

"Yes, yes, you have been very good at controlling your emotions over the past two years."

Priss couldn't bear it any longer, waved his hand and called Hut to his side.

Huth trotted over and said, "Boss, you called me."

"Well," Priss nodded, "Huth, do you know why I called you over here with so many people?"

"Is it because I didn't defend him?"

Huth asked anxiously.

"No, Huth, because you have a strong will and will never back down when facing an opponent. That's why I called you over."

As soon as Priss finished speaking, Hut lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, coach. It was my fault just now..."

"No, no, no, Hutt, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You go to the field later and inform them not to give Charles space to speed up like you did just now. Delap can't stop him at all. It's best to defend with multiple people. Chelsea has a trident, you can cut off one of them!"

"I?"

Which player who can play professionally is not a gifted one?
When he was on the school team, he was a well-known star player.

But after embarking on the professional path, he gradually realized that his talent was not enough in front of these players and was just average.

Before the game, he did think that glass-man players were very easy to defend because they would subconsciously fear confrontation, but after such a long time, he still didn't understand that this was not a glass player at all.

He has seen clearly that there is a new dragon in the Premier League. How can he defend against such a player?

"Should you tell Ryan?"

Huth asked.

Priss shook his head. "No need to tell him. His fighting spirit has always been the highest."

"ok, I get it."

Huth could only nod, but he decided to tell Shawcross only about this later.

(End of this chapter)