It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 307 Red Legend (Part )

Chelsea restarted and the game continued.

After the kick-off, Chelsea did not choose to pass the ball back to organize the game, but pressed forward directly.

Mikel passed the ball diagonally to Malouda, and Ivanovic came in from behind at the same time. Liverpool immediately realized that Chelsea wanted to catch the opponent off guard right after the kick-off, and the formation, which had not been dispersed to begin with, instantly gathered on the wing, trying to block Malouda's shooting space.

Seeing this, Malouda did not hesitate too much, but kicked the ball with his heel. The ball passed through the red Liverpool crowd and found Ivanovic.

Kuyt and Meireles immediately turned their guns on Ivanovic.

Seeing that the situation on the wing was not good, Charles and Anelka both moved towards the right. Ivanovic saw that there were not many suitable opportunities, so he kicked the ball above and passed it diagonally to Alex.

Alex reorganized the attack, sorted out the route, glanced at Zhirkov, and the ball turned into a stream of light in the blink of an eye and was hoisted towards the midfield.

Liverpool suddenly felt something was wrong, but before the players arrived, Zhirkov had already passed the ball to Charles again.

Carragher stepped forward reluctantly.

Konchesky, Costel and Kelly retreated while watching Charles' actions from behind.

Behind Charles, Rodriguez and Lucas also came up to him. Just when the three of them were about to succeed, Charles shook his ankle and the ball accurately found Anelka in the middle.

In an instant, the entire formation came alive, and the players who had been frozen together like a pool of stagnant water all began to flow and once again rushed towards Liverpool's penalty area.

Anelka didn't carry the ball for long. Seeing that the wing was empty, he pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his foot. Malouda had just received the ball on the wing when Kelly rushed up.

Malouda didn't think he had as good footwork as Charles, and without waiting for Carey to make a choice, Malouda quickly passed the ball back.

Ramirez and Mikel cooperated with each other and found that Liverpool players were watching too closely and there was no space to pass the ball.

Finally Mikel passed the ball back again.

The ball passed back and forth between Chelsea's defenders and soon came to Cole's feet.

Cole pushed the ball forward easily. Zhirkov, who was not far ahead, did not encounter Liverpool's interceptor, but still chose to cross the ball to the middle.

Mikel touched the ball again, and Liverpool players still wanted to defend, but it was obvious that a crack had appeared between their defensive players during the previous tug of war.

"Snapped."

Lucas immediately turned around and rushed towards the landing point of the ball with Charles. Charles' speed was much faster than Lucas. Soon, Charles, who was originally behind him, appeared in front of Lucas and hooked the ball with the inside of his left foot.

Lucas, who fell behind Charles, had no time to slow down and crashed into him directly.

Charles quickly opened his arms and consciously leaned to the right. The moment his right hand touched the ground, he stood up again like a spring.

And Charles' feet did not stop moving. The toe of his left foot was touching the ball. Combined with the movement of his upper body, he looked like a short track speed skater turning.

Lucas didn't know if it was Lu or not, but it was really stuck, and it looked like a cartoon from the last century. The whole person was still standing there, and Rodriguez next to him had no chance to help him, but Charles had already completed the smooth connection of standing up and turning around.

The hand that Lucas stretched out was also knocked away by Charles.

Konchesky sweatdropped.

Charles has completely broken free from the midfield defense and is now speeding forward.

Carragher observed Koncheski's movement and matched his speed. In their imagination, they were an iron gate.

But Charles had no intention of forcing his way in. Instead, he leaned forward again and swung his arms, preparing to cut inside with the ball.

Carragher quickly slowed down and prepared to move towards the middle;
At the same time, Rodriguez, who was following behind him, also subconsciously changed his defense line.

But all their preparations seemed to be within Charles' expectations. Charles, who had originally tilted his body to cut inside, was like a pendulum. He immediately retracted his center of gravity and changed his long-distance trajectory. He continuously touched the ball with his left foot to accelerate, ready to pass by Konchesky at any time.

Konchesky retreated with his back to Charles. He had originally been looking back at Charles from the right rear, but now he had to turn around and observe from the left rear.

Seeing that Charles was about to take the ball from his left, Konchesky subconsciously stretched out his left leg.

However, the scene he expected did not happen. Instead, his action seemed to be too clever for his own good. Seeing this, Charles kicked the ball with the inside of his left foot, and the ball went straight between his legs.

"Middle!"

Carragher and Skrtel rushed towards the small penalty area at the same time. Reina, who had blocked the goal post, quickly adjusted his position. Anelka also rushed up, ready to make a supplementary shot at any time.

But no amount of effort can change the outcome.

Reina got down to the ground immediately, and soon he was overjoyed because he felt a familiar feeling on his hand.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Charles' shot had a small bounce, the ball hit the ground and bounced up again, finally successfully passing over Reina's arm and rolling into the goal.

"2:1, Chelsea 2:1 Liverpool, Chelsea changed the score again."

"No one expected that Chelsea would change the score again just three minutes later. Charles scored a goal based on his personal skills."

"When receiving the pass, it was obvious to the naked eye that Liverpool's players couldn't keep up with Charles' speed. If other players were in this position, the ball might have been lost, but Charles's handling was very delicate and bold."

"Faced with two players attacking from both sides, with Lucas following closely from behind and Rodriguez staring at you from a distance, if it were you, what would you choose to do? Which player should you be most wary of? Which player is the most dangerous?"

"Char feels that the closest one is the most dangerous because within 7 steps, he is the fastest and no player can keep up with his speed and rhythm;"

"Within three steps, as long as he is given a little opportunity and time, he will still be faster than others."

"It was obvious that Lucas had no way to stop Charles. After just one encounter, Rodriguez couldn't keep up with Charles' pace and was left behind."

"Charles accelerated again, but if we look closely, we can see that he accelerated very slowly, without rushing violently. So why couldn't Konchesky and Carragher stop Charles, who was not that fast?"

“It’s a question of rhythm here.”

"Koncheski and Carragher tried to prevent Charles from getting between them. Charles was about to cut inside, but Carragher subconsciously blocked Charles from cutting inside and failed to keep up with Koncheski's rhythm."

"At this time, Charles' restraint was reflected. His speed was not fast, and Konchesky felt that he could keep up with Charles' rhythm."

"But it was at this time that Charles really increased his speed. Konchesky made a wrong judgment based on his original speed, and Charles chose to dribble past him."

"In just a few seconds, Charles had so many silent battles with the defenders. In the end, despite being outnumbered, Charles still managed to score a goal."

"This is the strength of a top player, this is the strength of a Ballon d'Or winner... Oh, this year's Ballon d'Or has not been awarded yet, but this year, no one should be able to compete with Charles."

"Can the players at Anfield equalise once again?"

Anelka rushed over and hugged Charles.

"So handsome!"

Mikel also squeezed over, equally excited, but Charles was already surrounded by people, so he could only pick someone up from the surroundings.

"Great! Great! Isn't my assist cool?"

Malouda was a little confused, and nodded quickly, "Handsome, handsome, handsome, you are the most handsome, even more handsome than Zidane."

In the box.

Abu's face was full of smiles.

"By the way, are there any special days for Roselle recently?"

The assistant quickly turned on his phone and started to check Rosell. "Roman, there is still a month until his debut. A month ago was the day he registered as a Barcelona member, but he didn't have any special days in November."

Abu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. Go pick some gifts for him later."

"We at Chelsea can't be like them. We need to be grateful people."

The assistant nodded seriously, "How about we send it on Thanksgiving? Let me see, this year's Thanksgiving is on November 11th."

Roman drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Then what have we become? We'll send it tomorrow."...

Liverpool restarted.

As time passed, Hodgson looked at his watch from time to time, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

The teaching assistant didn't know what to do and was as anxious as an ant on hot pan.

Gradually, Hodgson's face relaxed and no longer looked so uncomfortable and gray.

Liverpool is not yet in its strongest form.

Losing to Chelsea, the league leader, is a normal thing.

The game continues on the court.

But soon the ball was transferred again and was firmly in Chelsea's hands.

Liverpool also wanted to launch a counterattack, but they could not break through Chelsea's defense at all, and in such a situation, it was easy for them to be hit head-on by Chelsea.

Charles has a very large range of activities on the field. He always appears in the most reasonable position and makes the most reasonable choice.

The balance of victory was always leaning towards Chelsea until the end of the game and was not changed by Liverpool.

At the end of the second half stoppage time, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Chelsea 4:1 Liverpool.

The red of Anfield was completely frozen.

The blue coming from afar once again becomes the main theme of this land.

Charles and his teammates returned to the locker room.

Start packing your things.

Malouda continued to share his bad jokes.

"Charles, do you know how to distinguish between British, French and German retirees?"

"How to tell the difference?"

Malouda himself laughed out loud, "The Englishman reads his Times with breakfast and then goes to the golf club. The Frenchman has a glass of wine with breakfast and then goes to the tennis club. The German takes a pill and then goes to work."

"That's weird, why aren't you laughing?"

After Malouda finished laughing, he noticed that no one else was laughing, and he couldn't help but touch his head.

Neymar looked at Malouda with a complicated expression, "Well, your jokes are as cold as my impression of Germans."

"I do have a joke!"

Terry raised his hand excitedly, "Charles, how is your English progressing lately?"

There was an immediate burst of laughter in the locker room.

Ciel coughed solemnly, "Now when I give interviews I will not only talk about working hard and enjoying life."

"Okay, then I'll test you on a few words," Terry said proudly.

"Come on horseback!"

Charles was a little panicked and kicked Malouda secretly.

Cole, who saw this, immediately screamed, "No, no, let Nei sit next to him, Charles, you can't cheat!"

Malouda stood up immediately and said, "Cole, you should sit next to Charles."

"why?"

"Then let me test you, how do you spell aesthetics?"

Cole looked bitter and began to recall and spell slowly: "aesth...oh, I'm too slow..."

Ancelotti on the side laughed and said, "Hurry up then!"

Cole had no choice but to find the most likely person to come up with, "atic."

"You're wrong! You're wrong! Hahaha!"

Charles and Neymar, who had already turned on their phones, burst out laughing.

"Aren't you English? How come you can't spell it?"

Kerr also laughed, "You're still laughing at me. No, Terry, you should test him."

Terry grinned, picked up his phone and started looking up words.

"Ahem, the first Chelsea Word Contest has officially begun. Charles, let me ask you, how do you spell rhythm?"

"Uh..." Charles thought for a moment, "RHYTHM."

"It seems that this question is not difficult for you, so please listen to the next question——"

Before Terry finished speaking, Anelka jumped over and said, "I know, a word that sounds very similar to French!"

Charles looked at Anelka in disbelief. He didn't expect that there was a traitor among them.

The players in the locker room started screaming again.

"I am the host, listen to me, listen to me, silence!"

Terry then said, "How do you win the championship?"

"This won't be a problem for him at all!"

There was a wailing in the locker room, and Charles opened his mouth and said, "Champion."

Terry looked a little annoyed. "Well, it seems your English is pretty good. Let me ask you another question. How do you spell pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?"

Ciel looked stunned and incredulous, "What?"

Terry laughed out loud, "Haha, this means pneumoconiosis, it has 45 letters!"

……

In the home team's locker room, Hodgson was still comforting his disciples.

"We are not at our strongest right now and the league is not over yet. I believe we can win this game next time we play away from home."

"Over the years, the Premier League has not produced many Ballon d'Or winners. The first was Owen who played for us in 2001, and the second was Ronaldo who played for Manchester United in 2008."

"And this time, Mr. Golden Ball should be Charles next door."

"He is very strong. He gave us a great sense of pressure on the court. He is fast, has good skills and outstanding awareness... Next year will be his coronation day. So, everyone, don't you have the courage to pull Mr. Ballon d'Or off the throne next year?"

Gerald looked up.

His face was full of determination.

"Next time, we will definitely be able to bring victory back. This failure will not defeat us!"

Soon, all the Liverpool players responded to Gerrard, "Pull him off the throne!"

(End of this chapter)