Chapter 809: The Premier League Champion Arrives Three Rounds Early!

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

The moment Mount scored, many fans in the stadium immediately stood up.

The commentators nearly shouted it out.

"Wow! Mount!"

"So Chelsea is taking the lead now!"

"2:1!"

"Chelsea has successfully taken the lead against Manchester United away from home!"

Not many teams can take a gradual lead against Manchester United, but today Chelsea truly managed to do it.

Saying nothing else.

They are indeed formidable!

【66666】

【It really has to be the Blues, brothers】

【Didn't we agree that Master GG was steady and sought victory? Why is Manchester United so terrible today?】

【Is this f***ing Master GG's problem? How do you explain your Brother Luo sleepwalking through the match? I'm truly speechless; hurry up and sub Cristiano Ronaldo off, otherwise Manchester United is really in trouble】

【Mount! So handsome and so strong!】

Manchester United was having some bad luck today.

Cristiano Ronaldo regained his starting striker position in early April, and his performance in the matches since then could be described as getting better and better.

But in today's crucial match, for some reason, Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly started playing terribly.

Truly speechless!

In my impression, Ronaldo should be a big-match player!

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Ten Hag shouted twice in succession.

Fan Fan Dejiahe, as a loyal follower, immediately understood what Ten Hag wanted to do and instantly told Martial and Ale on the substitute bench to start warming up.

Cristiano!

There's no problem with giving you the starting qualification, but you can't sleepwalk through the game!

"What is this!"

Tang Ye spread his hands at Cristiano Ronaldo: "Don't hesitate when you make decisions; be more confident. Why are you still so timid when you have match experience?"

"Focus!"

Tang Ye pointed at his own temple again at Cristiano Ronaldo.

As the team captain, he was very dissatisfied with the Portuguese striker's performance in today's match.

As an attacking player, how can you succeed without focus?

"My fault, my fault."

Cristiano Ronaldo gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up and quickly admitted his mistake.

However, it was still very awkward, because Cristiano Ronaldo himself was clearly aware that his performance in today's match was terrible.

Dongqiu Di live match report: Cristiano Ronaldo's poaching attempt at the goal was saved; the score remains 1:2, with Manchester United temporarily trailing at home.

Looking at the statistics, Chelsea's possession rate is currently hovering between 55% and 58%; considering that Tang Ye and Dembélé have been coordinating in the front field, Chelsea achieving this possession rate is quite impressive.

At the very least, compared to their form in the past few matches, Chelsea indeed played better in today's game—this can be seen from the head coach's expression; Tuchel currently has a smile on his face, which forms a very sharp contrast with his seriousness at the start of the match.

"..."

"... Werner... cuts inside! Oh, that's a shot into the stands; it's indeed a pity, but it seems De Ligt touched the ball?"

"Beep, beep beep——!!!"

"Alright, the match is over. So the first-half score is temporarily fixed at 1:2."

"Hmm, the Chelsea players' performances were all quite good, especially Kanté and Havertz; these two players can be said to have played a crucial role in today's match."

About 3-4 minutes after the first half ended, the first-half ratings on the Hupu community were already out.

As the number one offender of the first half, Cristiano Ronaldo's rating was as high as 3.7, and this was the average result even after many Ronaldo fans scored him 10 points.

"You tell me, what is this stuff?"

Ten Hag naturally would not miss this opportunity; in the locker room, he grabbed Cristiano Ronaldo and lectured him thoroughly: "Are you sleepwalking?"

"I feel this is no longer an issue of lack of focus; did you not sleep well last night?"

While Ten Hag was giving his lecture, Tang Ye secretly found Rodri and whispered: "Do you remember what I told you in the toilet about him being very nervous?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Back then I saw him washing his face; it turns out he didn't sleep well last night."

Tang Ye pinched his nose, feeling somewhat regretful.

If only he had told Rodri earlier about Cristiano Ronaldo washing his face in the toilet, then he could have acted as a prophet.

Mainly, Tang Ye hadn't thought much about it at the time, thinking Cristiano Ronaldo was just temporarily sleepy, but the f***ing reality was that he hadn't slept well last night.

Not sleeping well is a very awkward thing for any professional athlete!

"..."

Being lectured right to his face, Cristiano Ronaldo felt somewhat angry, but the guilt in his consciousness temporarily prevented him from resisting.

"Ronaldo comes off in the second half."

Ten Hag walked away, and Cristiano Ronaldo did not refute, sitting down directly.

The Portuguese man was very clear that his current mental state could no longer support the remainder of the match.

He could only hope his teammates would step up.

"Let's go."

Cristiano and Dalot bumped fists.

……

Time moved to the second half.

"United!"

"Man United!"

Right at the start of the second half, Ten Hag immediately made two substitutions, bringing on Martial and Rashford together.

What effect this substitution would actually have on the match remained unknown for now, but in any case, the fans' emotions had been pulled back.

Manchester United was rarely trailing in such a crucial match today; they truly needed to find a way.

"Come on, come on!"

Tang Ye raised both hands upward, signaling his teammates to perk up.

At this moment on the substitutes' bench, Mata was sitting right next to Cristiano.

Since Bruno Fernandes joined, Mata had gradually lost playing opportunities, which also meant Mata was arguably the player under the least pressure in today's Manchester United squad.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mata asked Cristiano; the Portuguese man was currently wearing his jacket's hood up, appearing to avoid conversation with anyone.

"Nothing."

Cristiano shook his head.

"……"

Mata said nothing, first turning his head away, then quickly turning it back: "Form is only temporary; there's no need to be too stressed. The upcoming Champions League is what matters. Hmm... my point is, the league title will come sooner or later; poor form doesn't matter."

Cristiano said nothing, merely nodding.

Seeing this, Mata's eyes slowly narrowed.

He felt something was a little strange.

Hmm...

"If what Ty and Lu Lu Dige said was too harsh, can I apologize on their behalf? Emotions run high during matches; please try to understand."

Mata assumed that Tang Ye's words on the field had left Cristiano stunned from being scolded.

Somewhat impatient, Cristiano shook his head, sat up straight: "It's nothing, stop talking about it. Let's just watch the match, watch the match."

……

"Come! Hey!"

Making a gesture toward Wan-Bissaka, Tang Ye swapped positions with Dembélé, moving directly to the right flank.

Wan-Bissaka's pass came from behind.

The instant his teammate passed the ball, Tang Ye's heart hung in the air.

Fortunately, Wan-Bissaka did not make a mistake this time.

Tang Ye anticipated the ball's overall trajectory in advance, then lifted his head, focusing his attention on Chelsea's penalty area.

"Watch the goal!"

Tuchel noticed Tang Ye's intention.

Every time Manchester United's number 10 lifted his head to observe, nothing good ever followed!

Just as Tang Ye was observing, the ball rolled over to his feet.

Since the first touch had not yet occurred, Tang Ye chose to hold back his enhanced ability for now.

Run toward the baseline!

He had originally intended to cross directly, but alas, his teammates' positions were all poor; waiting any longer would mean Wan-Bissaka's through-ball would lose all momentum, so Tang Ye helplessly could only cut inside.

Challenge Sitting Like one-on-one!

Having just swapped positions with Dembélé, what Tang Ye needed to do now was exactly what Dembélé needed to do.

"Here!"

Behind him, Dembélé raised his hand; Tang Ye pushed the ball toward Sitting Like.

He lifted his right leg, preparing to pass back to Dembélé.

Slap slap!

His right foot seemed to pass back, but in reality, Tang Ye used his right foot to knock the ball onto his left foot.

The ball rebounded once, slipping perfectly through Sitting Like's legs.

"Wow!!!"

Tang Ye didn't waste words, immediately shifting sideways to bypass the defender, completing his solo takedown of Sitting Like.

Beautiful!

Sitting Like turned and reached out toward Tang Ye; the latter controlled his body, trying to evade.

Bang!

Tang Ye was pulled down to the ground.

"Damn!"

Bang bang!

Lying on the ground, Tang Ye clenched his right fist and fiercely pounded the grass.