With maxed-out heading ability from the start, I became the king of Arsenal.

Sun Yu didn't aim properly and slammed the ball straight toward the goal.

In reality, even if you aim carefully, it might not work. It's more accurate to say he flicked the ball towards Cech rather than shooting.

Sun Yu didn't expect that this powerful shot would be so well-placed, heading straight for the bottom left corner of the goal.

Could it be that...?

Just when Sun Yu thought a miracle was about to happen, Cech made a very graceful side save, like a gymnast.

This movement is both strong and beautiful, and it's pleasing to the eye.

Cech tipped the ball out of bounds.

Whoops!

such a pity!

Sun Yu held his head in regret.

The ball was already in the goal, how did this guy manage to pry it out with his hands?

In Sun Yu's eyes, football was created by Cech.

[Cech's defense penetration +5]

and many more!

How do you get 5 points from a powerful shot?

Sun Yu turned to look at Cech, who was excitedly high-fiving him. He raised both arms, and Cech raised his left hand.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the finger may have been strained, or at least numb from the shock.

On the sidelines, Pulis raised his hands forcefully and shouted, "Fuck!"

Corner kick!

This is Stoke City's chance.

An hour before the match, Stoke City had only earned two corner kicks.

A few seconds later, all four Stoke City center-backs ran into Chelsea's penalty area.

Stoke City's current squad is like a heavy artillery piece; if they can aim and fire, no team in the world can withstand it.

The key is that when you encounter a team like Chelsea, they don't give you a chance to set up a shot at all.

After the first half ended, Delap was still complaining that the grass near the sideline was watered and that the GG sign was too close to the pitch.

After suffering a setback last season, many clubs are making things more difficult for the "grenade tactic".

I've heard that Wenger has started considering making a slight downhill slope in the area extending outwards from the sideline, so that opponents would have to run up a gentle slope when throwing the ball out of bounds.

Anyway, being a "hooligan" isn't easy these days.

Before the player taking the corner kick even reached the corner flag, Shawcross and Drogba looked like they were about to start fighting.

The two started vying for position the moment their bodies touched, while Terry spread his arms to cover Sun Yu, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Sun Yu smiled and glanced at the other person: "Isn't it a bit of a waste of your talents to guard against me? You should be guarding against those experts."

Terry glanced at Sun Yu, then looked towards the corner flag at the free-throw line and said, "You think I don't watch TV?"

Sun Yu smiled faintly: "You really watch TV?"

[Terry's defense penetration value +10]

Terry scoffed, "Don't give me that crap, shut up, kid!"

As the two men were talking, Etherington, who was taking the corner kick, began his run-up.

Sun Yu decisively thrust backward, ramming hard into Terry's lower body. The Chelsea captain never expected Sun Yu to use such a dirty trick, and he was completely bent over like a shrimp.

[Terry's defense penetration value +40]

The moment Etherington took the corner kick, Sun Yu rushed to the near post.

Essien was Chelsea's player responsible for defending the near post, and he immediately started his run after spotting the ball.

but!

He had just lifted his leg to push off the ground when Sun Yu ran past him and then leaped high into the air.

The opportunity is coming!

Sun Yu leaped high towards the ball, while Essien only started jumping at that moment.

The moment the football flew overhead, Sun Yu forcefully flicked his head, sending the ball straight into the bottom right corner of the goal!

Upon seeing this, Priss crouched down, clenching his fists tightly.

Surely this time it'll work?

The shot was from a very tricky angle, and Cech had no chance; he could only watch Ashley Cole by the goalpost.

Ashley Cole's eyes widened as he used the instep of his foot to tip the ball out of the penalty area the instant it flew towards him. Mikel cleared the ball out of bounds before Walters could react.

Sun Yu roared in exasperation, "This is fucking ridiculous!"

Chelsea's defense makes it really hard to score!

If it were Tottenham, they would have scored at least one goal with two shots.

Out of bounds.

There's still a chance.

Shawcross clapped his hands and encouraged his teammates, "Seize the opportunity, we're just one step away from scoring!"

Terry slapped Sun Yu hard on the neck from behind: "Who the hell taught you all these dirty tricks?!"

Sun Yu immediately turned to the referee and shouted, "Did you see that? He's bullying me on the field!"

Referee Atkinson shook his head: "Kid, this isn't a foul in the adult world. I'll keep an eye on him."

Adults, damn it!

Seeing Terry's gloating expression, Sun Yu deliberately raised his voice: "Who the hell taught you that? Was it Vanessa Peronsel (Bridge's ex-girlfriend and Terry's sexual partner)?"

[Terry's defense penetration value +50]

Terry flew into a rage: "Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

Sun Yu's smile remained unchanged: "What did I say? Couldn't she teach you that phrase? Or did she teach you something else?"

Enraged, Terry reached out to grab Sun Yu's collar, but Lampard immediately rushed forward: "John, he's deliberately provoking you! You fucking calm down!"

Referee Atkinson immediately blew his whistle and then called Terry over: "You'll stay calm, won't you?"

Terry seemed about to point at Sun Yu, but then gave up: "Okay, I know what I'm doing."

He knows that trash talk is not against the rules.

Back in the penalty area, Terry started shoving and pushing Sun Yu, who smiled and stepped out of the six-yard box: "Dare to come?"

"Oh right, you're really brave, you'll do anything!"

[Terry's defense penetration value +20]

No!

Why did my armor penetration value drop?

Logically, it should be getting higher and higher!

While exchanging barbs, Sun Yu observed Delap, who wiped the football inside and out three times with his shirt before slowly backing away.

For him, football is like a game with special throwing events.

next moment!

Delap suddenly started running, and the instant he reached the sideline, his legs firmly planted on the grass. He leaned back dramatically, then swung his arms forward and threw the ball out with both hands.

Back!

The instant the football flew into the air, Sun Yu immediately judged its landing point.

Sun Yu immediately ran backwards, but was quickly blocked by Terry: "Where the hell are you going?"

The two of them dodged and weaved in a small space, and Sun Yu finally managed to rush backward after a lot of effort.

Terry kept getting stuck between Sun Yu and the ball, and would occasionally tug at Sun Yu's arm to prevent him from maintaining his balance.

Top-tier defenders are disgusting. Sun Yu turned to look at the football.

Delap's throw-ins are mostly low-flying, dropping immediately after reaching their highest point, making them more powerful than corner kicks.

Sun Yu had already missed the best time to jump, so he could only help his teammate block Terry.

Almost at the same time, Sun Yu saw out of the corner of his eye that a teammate leaped high and jumped toward the football.

It's Huth!

The German center-back was like a spring that had been bent backwards; once the resistance was gone, he suddenly contracted forward, transferring all his strength to his head.

Seeing this, Chelsea players hugged Stoke City players, Shawcross and Drogba fell to the ground together, and Terry held onto Sun Yu tightly.

Chelsea players went to great lengths to prevent opponents from scoring, a tactic that was commonplace in the Premier League era without VAR.

next moment!

Huth used the momentum to put all his strength into the football, making it look like he was slamming his head into it.

Bang!

A crisp sound!

The football flew towards the bottom left of the goal!

Cech blocked the ball with his body, leaving Sun Yu completely stunned.

How come this guy's save ability is so abnormal!

However, in the blink of an eye, Sun Yu's eyes lit up!

After being blocked by Cech, the ball hit Terry's back and bounced back into the six-yard box.

What a familiar scene!

Sun Yu gave it his all to shake off his opponent and rush toward the ball, while Cech was still gliding on the grass. The ball was in good hands!

Terry tried desperately to grab Sun Yu, but seeing that he was about to rush towards the ball, he could only fall down on the grass with Sun Yu in his arms.

This ball is a gamble with your life.

Even a penalty kick would be better than conceding a goal.

The moment Sun Yu fell, he saw Ferreira clear the ball out of the penalty area. Lying on the grass, he yelled at Atkinson, "Penalty! He pulled me down!"

"He fouled!"

"He's not human, he's a dog!"

"You must have seen it. If you don't get sentenced, you're no different from him!"

[Terry's defense penetration value +70]

Atkinson's Guard Penetration +10

Atkinson straightened his back, looked up and blew his whistle fiercely, pointing firmly to the penalty spot.

Sun Yu waved his hand vigorously on the lawn, and Shawcross and Walters pulled him up from the lawn on either side.

Sun Yu raised his arm and shouted, "See that? My appearance is effective!"

"This guy is just amazing!"

Pulis stood on the sideline and shouted, "Sun Yu! Well done!"

"Don't take the penalty, let Walters take it!"

You...

Who the hell do you think you are?

His teammates burst out laughing, and Sun Yu shook his head helplessly: "Am I a demon?"

But we can't fight for this penalty kick. If we manage to get it but miss, Pulis might explode on the spot.

Very serious consequences!

Chelsea players surrounded Atkinson, who refused to communicate at all and even took the time to give Terry a yellow card.

Sun Yu handed the ball to Watkins: "Don't be stressed, just kick it right in the goalkeeper's face and that's it."

[Walters' defense penetration value +50]

So many!

Are professional athletes under this much pressure?