Chapter 154: Soul Broken at Blue Bridge?

In the eighteenth century, there was a tributary of the Thames called Stanford Creek.

On the creek stood two bridges: Sanford Bridge and Stanford Bridge.

Stanford Bridge was built in 1876, and for the first few decades, no one could see a trace of football here.

In 1904, there was a pair of rich second-generation heirs: the Mills brothers.

They worked hard to lose money, but they could never exhaust the huge fortune left by their father.

Spending money is a complex subject, after all.

The two brothers traveled across Europe and discovered that football was a sport deeply loved by the masses.

If they invested in a football stadium in London and rented or sold it out, the return would surely be good, right?

So they bought Stanford Bridge and a large tract of surrounding land.

The two brothers hired the legendary architect: Archibald Leitch.

Thus, Stanford Bridge was expanded and rebuilt into: a bowl-shaped open-air football stadium capable of holding one hundred thousand spectators.

The business idea was very simple: fool Fulham Club into renting the stadium, and watch them gradually develop into a top-tier team.

"Farmers, do you want Fulham to have a top-tier luxurious home ground? Stanford Bridge is worthy of your status!"

Fulham's reply was very concise: "No need."

The Mills brothers panicked, and then they contacted Tottenham and Arsenal, almost getting kicked out.

White as snow banknotes, about to turn into splashes of water?

Could not rent it out.

Could not sell it out.

What to do?

The Great Western Railway Company jumped out: "Sell Stanford Bridge to us, we'll build a factory!"

Mills felt disheartened and decided to cut losses and leave.

The other partner, Parker, hurriedly persuaded the brothers not to give up.

While chatting, Parker was bitten by a dog, yet he remained unmoved and continued to earnestly persuade the two brothers.

The Mills brothers were deeply moved.

Immediately decided: the stadium is ready-made, so let's just create our own club!

Thus.

Chelsea was born.

A century-old blue song, the chapter begins to play.

The Leverkusen club bus slowly entered Stanford Bridge.

Tuopu Laotou and Dino, under the guidance of staff, arrived at the press conference venue.

Journalists eagerly asked questions:

"Mr. Tuop, do you have confidence in Chelsea? Has the team's defensive problem been resolved?"

"How do you view the sympathy shown by various major European media toward Leverkusen?"

Tuopu Laotou appeared calm and composed: "Chelsea is a towering, mighty blue giant; they gained an away goal advantage at Bei lai yin, and Leverkusen has prepared to fight to the death!"

"Fourteen years ago, we went through hardships, eliminating Manchester United and Liverpool in succession, and reached the Champions League final."

"The script is very similar, isn't it?"

The journalists burst into applause, then turned their questions toward Chelsea's head coach.

"Mr. Hiddink, will Chelsea still choose the most conservative counter-attack tactic when facing Leverkusen at home?"

"The gap in paper strength between the two teams is too large."

"During Mourinho's tenure, even against weak opponents, he would launch a full-scale all-out attack!"

Hiddink furrowed his brow.

Did not give a direct answer to the question.

He slowly said: "Chelsea's goal is the Champions League title!"

The player tunnel.

The atmosphere was solemn.

As the life-or-death battle approached, players from both sides had no communication.

Fans outside the stadium sang in unison: "BlueIsTheColour".

The cheerful tune sounded like a children's song.

Li Kang chewed on Green Tangerine Fizzy Candy, and the little ball boy raised his head and made a funny face at him.

The formation moved.

The referee team led both teams' players out of the tunnel.

The stirring Champions League theme suddenly blared.

Staff members scattered across the green pitch, waving blue flags!

In the stands, a huge Chelsea team flag descended!

"KeeptheBlueFlagFlyingHigh！

！"

"KeeptheBlueFlagFlyingHigh！

！"

"KeeptheBlueFlagFlyingHigh！

！"

Occasionally interjecting a sentence: "Wehatetottenham, CHELSEA!"

Li Kang looked out.

It was nothing but a blue sea.

This bridge, which witnessed Chelsea's century of rise and fall, bearing countless glories and humiliations.

At this moment, it seemed as if a blue savage beast had completely devoured the insignificant him.

【Ding, treasure box task triggered: Trample the Blue Bridge!】

【Task Introduction: The arrogant Hiddink cannot tolerate your recklessness in front of the Chelsea penalty area; you are not facing Mourinho, but the fury of the Dutch coach! Everything will be very simple, isn't that right?】

【Task Reward: Premier League Legend · Mysterious Treasure Box!】

VIP box.

Abramovich crossed his legs, watching Leverkusen's number 10 on the green field.

His eyes showed undisguised admiration.

"Next season, I want to see him wearing a blue jersey!"

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!"

"Welcome to the second leg of the 2015/16 UEFA Champions League quarter-finals."

"Chelsea at home versus Leverkusen!"

"This match is highly anticipated, with media from 26 countries and regions around the world conducting live broadcasts!"

"It is worth mentioning that both teams' mascots are lions!"

"Their names are respectively: Stanford and Brian!"

"I am the commentator for this match, Duan Xuan!"

"I am He Wei!"

Bendtner and Terry came to the referee, starting the coin toss to choose sides.

Fans in front of the TV, at this moment noticed that Chelsea's starting lineup had added two familiar yet unfamiliar names.

Tuopu Laotou stood in the technical area, expression solemn.

Dino was full of confidence.

For this life-and-death battle, Leverkusen club up and down had made the most thorough preparations.

Hiddink sat firmly on the coach's bench, legs crossed, eyes showing determination.

"Now let us introduce the starting lineups of both sides!"

"Chelsea here has deployed a 4-4-2 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Courtois!"

"Left back: Azpilicueta!"

"Center backs: Cahill, Terry!"

"Right back: Younesovich!"

"Double defensive midfielders: Mikel, Fabregas!"

"Central midfielders: Hazard, William!"

"Forwards: Pato, Remy!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flying.

-【Hiddink is not random, notice this front line? Two strong horses with speed and impact! Leverkusen wanting to advance can only push forward! In minutes, they will be blown up by Pato and Remy's counterattacks!】

-【Pato? This fallen European Golden Boy, didn't he return to Brasileirão?】

-【He is only 27 this year, his career hasn't been shot yet!】

-【I think Pato is the template for the male lead in movies and novels, Milan youth shining brightly, dazzling Europe, Champions League two goals to overturn Real Madrid, crushing Barcelona, Li Mingdeng doesn't have his fire at 17!】

-【Football is a team sport, don't you see who Pato's teammates were back then? Li Mingdeng carried Leverkusen to Stamford Bridge by himself.】

"Leverkusen today are wearing their second away white jerseys!"

"They have deployed a 4-3-3 formation."

"Goalkeeper:..."

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began!

Stamford Bridge, cheers erupted.

Remy kicked off, horizontally passing to Pato.

Leverkusen launched a frantic high-pressure press.

Pato quickly passed the ball back to Fabregas's feet.

The latter had just stopped the ball when he saw a tall figure rapidly approaching.

Havertz!

He replaced Kiessling in Leverkusen's starting lineup.

"The tackle is fierce!"

"You can't tell he's a 17-year-old youngster at all!"

"Ah! How dangerous!"

Fabregas couldn't grasp Havertz's characteristics.

Just as he was preparing to control the ball and shake off the opponent.

Smack!

Havertz swept the ball with his left foot!

A genius with extremely strong rhythm variation doesn't rely on physical strength in either attack or defense.

Fabregas stared blankly: This kid's legs, how are they so long?

The ball rolled toward Chelsea's backfield.

He quickly turned and blocked Havertz's advancing position.

Mikel provided timely support, passing the ball back to Courtois.

Chelsea's goalkeeper did not waste time.

He kicked the ball long and accurately, finding William in the front field.

William seemed affected by the Sevilla match.

He stopped the ball with his chest, pushing aside Blan Pang.

Suddenly he kicked, sending out a diagonal through-ball!

The ball's trajectory cleverly pierced Lewokusen's midfield interception line!

"Dangerous!"

"Lewokusen is pressing too deep!"

"Pato!"

"Person and ball separated!"

Near the center circle.

Pato controlled the ball with his left foot.

Jonathan T. attempted to block the opponent's position.

Kramer decisively provided cover defense.

With a slap.

The ball swiftly swept past the side of the body!

Pato's figure surged forward, bypassing the two defenders.

He sprang into a sprint!

Person and ball separated!

"Excellent!"

"Lewokusen's backfield is very open!"

"Pato!"

"Chasing wind and electricity, swift as lightning!"

"Is he going to replicate the 24-second lightning strike against Barcelona from years ago?"

Stamford Bridge stadium instantly erupted.

That mountain-collapse, tsunami-like roar.

In Tuopu Laotou's ears, it sounded like a hellish dirge!

Dino trembled all over.

Hiddink clenched his fists, making a preparatory celebration gesture.

The Dutchman deeply knew: his personnel decisions were correct, Lewokusen's defensive line was about to collapse!

Rami's speed is also very fast!

His explosive power is extremely astonishing.

Soon he formed a horn-like formation with Pato!

Charging toward Lewokusen's penalty area!

Van Dijk lagged behind in the formation.

While retreating, he blocked Pato and Rami's passing connection.

And he raised his hand to signal Lai Nuo not to advance.

"One-on-two defense? Can it hold?"

"Oh no! Why did Pato slow down?"

Van Dijk quickly sensed something was wrong.

Pato's ball-touch rhythm and running route, during long-distance running, gradually became disordered.

The most interesting part is: his eyes lost confidence.

Yes.

During the Dutch center-back's defensive process, he likes to look at the opponent's eyes.

He cannot defend against Diego Costa and Azar.

Nor can he defend against you, a wasted talent golden boy?

Smack!

Van Dijk seized the moment, stepped out with his right foot, and easily completed the tackle!

Pato stumbled, falling to the ground!

Chelsea fans' cheers came to an abrupt halt!

On the sideline.

Dino heavily waved his fists, shouting: "Boss, you're too brilliant! Don't let Li participate too much in defense!"

Tuopu Laotou muttered excitedly to himself: "Damn, pass the ball quickly, quickly find Li!"

His tone was light, his voice low, as if afraid of disturbing the players' ball touches on the field.

Another side.

Hiddink squeezed the mineral water bottle flat, rushed to the sidelines, and roared angrily: "Fall back!"

Van Dijk passed the ball to Jonathan Tah, who was retreating.

The German little black egg, although his defense is poor, his passing ability is absolutely superb!

Most players regularly remove body hair.

Some people don't like it.

Pfft!

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The vigorous black leg, with coarse and stiff hair... fiercely whipped the bottom of the football.

Grass clippings flew!

No one would doubt the passing power of someone who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 jin!

Above Stamford Bridge, a rough and fierce arc was traced!

The force was explosive.

The route was erratic.

The landing point was rough.

The football slid obliquely toward Chelsea's backfield.

Thirty-meter zone.

Cahill rushed toward the landing point.

His judgment of the landing point was very accurate.

At the moment he approached the football.

In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of a white figure!

The white number 10!

Li Kang!

"Cahill has the advantage of height!"

"Leverkusen's attack launched from the backfield this time was a bit random!"

"Wow!"

Relying on God's perspective.

Even if the little black egg's passing route is erratic, Li Kang can find the landing point immediately.

With a thought.

The shadow in the brain spread wildly!

In the field of vision.

The illusory figures of the orange number 14 and the red-white number 10 materialized.

Cruyff.

Bergkamp.

Sky-Shattering Echo!

At the moment Cahill jumped, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

He witnessed the most unforgettable scene of his career!

Stamford Bridge, silent as sparrows.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the white number 10 fluttering in mid-air!

It was an unbelievable jumping height.

Like a phoenix soaring in the sky.

Bang!

The football struck Li Kang's forehead.

As if given life, it playfully skimmed over Terry's slightly bald head and fell toward the tall figure charging forward!

"One-on-one!"

"Li Kang's action of stopping the ball with his forehead actually turned into an excellent scoring opportunity!"

"Under the Sky-Shattering Echo, there has never been a steel defense line!"

"Havertz!"

At the moment Li Kang landed, he lunged fiercely toward Chelsea's penalty area.

In the first leg, he had experienced the style of Chelsea's third defensive line.

Terry didn't have time to turn around.

Yin Wannovich and Aspiliquete would contract into the penalty area, completing the cover!

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou tightly grabbed Dino's collar.

Trembling all over.

As long as this ball goes in.

Leverkusen will regain the initiative for promotion!

Another side.

Hiddink's liver and gallbladder were torn apart!

Monster!

A monster born from the all-out attack-defense system!

Courtois remained calm.

He did not rush out, sealing the near corner on the right.

Havertz's ball control and stride transition were perfect.

Feinting moves were inserted.

But they could not fool the new-generation goal god!

Chelsea's goal stood firm as gold and soup.

The instant Havertz kicked to shoot.

Yannick von Moller charged in on horseback!

Bang!

The close-range audio pickup transmitted a fierce melee sound.

The moment Havertz fell to the ground.

The long leg lifted.

The football rolled lightly toward the left side of the penalty area.

Courtois quickly adjusted his position.

Aspilikueta strode forward rapidly, attempting to clear the ball.

In the dim light.

He heard a gasp erupt from the nearby stands.

In his line of sight.

A white-clad figure flashed swiftly toward him.

"Sun... is Li Kang!"

"He is about to shoot..."

The evening breeze by the Thames fluttered the white robe.

The black-haired youth on the green field descended like a god.

The body leaned.

Arms swung.

The foot lifted.

Strength to lift a thousand jin!

At this moment.

It seemed as if the entire Stamford Bridge trembled faintly.

Bang!

A thunderous roar echoed to the heavens.

Shattering the blue army's iron fortress.

This night.

Someone shattered the blue bridge.