Chapter 447: Bloodbath at White Deer Lane (Everyday Transition)

The distance between White Deer Lane's stands and the pitch is very short.

The intimidating power of Tottenham Hotspur fans spawned the 'White Deer Lane curse' at this stadium.

Liverpool, Manchester United and other giants have suffered plenty under the curse.

Chelsea is different.

The Blue Army fans call White Deer Lane 'Three-point Lane', and they haven't lost a match here for eighteen straight years.

Lloris bent over, gesturing with his hands, loudly bellowing to organize the wall.

He used to be a good boy; now he's a ball tyrant.

A ball tyrant remains a ball tyrant.

The key is he lacks Courtois's ability.

If his skills aren't up to snuff yet he still wants to be a ball tyrant, he'll only become a cancer.

This free kick is placed near the front edge of the right side of the penalty area, roughly 20 yards from goal.

David Luiz's knuckleball is most effective from 25 to 30 yards out.

It's likely William and Li Kang will take the kick.

This Chelsea side has a wealth of set-piece options.

Lloris faces a stern test.

William covered his mouth and exchanged a few words with Li Kang.

They then stepped back and spread out.

All three Chelsea players assumed their free-kick run-up stances.

On the touchline.

Tuchel and Dino looked confident.

Among Europe's top free-kick takers, Chelsea boasts two and a half!

Each has a completely different style.

How can Tottenham defend against this?

On the other flank.

Pochettino stood with arms crossed, his expression grim.

This Chelsea is terrifying.

Tottenham fans, hoarse from shouting, raised a din of interference.

Li Kang swept aside the phantom images of Uncle Miha, Carlos, and Xiao Luo.

A 20-yard free kick isn't where those three legends excel.

I'll take it.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle.

William performed a Sheep Assault, stepping over the ball.

David Luiz performed a Sheep Assault, stepping over the ball.

Lloris and the Tottenham wall jerked as if shocked, then braced.

Li Kang began his run-up, his mental shadow spreading to the utmost.

Crack!

A 'flat-flat-odd' arc arced above White Deer Lane!

The ball speed was just right.

The angle was just right.

It cleared the leaping white wall, spun violently, and flew straight into the top right corner of the net.

Lloris flung himself into a diving save!

He was ready for a thunderous drive, a wicked knuckler, a falling-leaf ball... yet you hit a textbook shot?

A sudden textbook-perfect instep-curled free kick!

The Tottenham keeper crashed heavily onto the turf.

The ball ripped the net.

0–1!

!

White Deer Lane fell into a brief hush.

Beautiful!

Goal!

A perfectly natural arc!

Light!

The ball barely grazed the crossbar and post, slipping diagonally into the net!

Reasonable!

Too reasonable!

Power, angle, and trajectory — each was perfectly judged!

This direct free-kick was essentially a pass!

Li Kang was mobbed by his teammates.

Kanté stood on tiptoe, hand on David Luiz's shoulder, gazing up in awe.

Diego Costa rushed towards the away stand, exaggeratedly raising his arms.

The Chelsea fans accompanying the team cheered excitedly.

"Lee!"

"!"

Lloris ripped off his gloves, slammed them hard onto the turf, and loudly berated his teammates.

He thought the timing of the wall's jump was problematic.

The ball tyrant's demeanor fully shows doubt.

The live broadcast room.

-【Li Mingdeng's footwork is awesome!】

-【Lloris is truly weak, Tottenham's biggest shortcoming, yet he still wants to be the team boss.】

-【Chelsea scoring is as easy as drinking water; in this match they'll crush the opposition again!】

-【Referring to the "Chelsea version of Robben" from back then, who has returned from injury, not scoring four goals against you would be impolite.】

-【Is the Premier League also going to birth a cosmic team?】

The sidelines.

Tuchel and Dino bumped fists and embraced.

Without indulging in the celebration, the two quickly took time to discuss tactical adjustments after taking the lead.

The other side.

Pochettino was not discouraged.

His gaze firm, he loudly encouraged the players.

The match resumed.

Kane kicked off and passed back to Sissoko.

The latter's combat ability is well‑rounded, his playing style fierce and vigorous.

His weakness is that he dislikes playing safe passes.

This weakness can sometimes be a strength.

"Excellent!"

"Sissoko shook off Diego Costa and William!"

"Keep pushing forward yourself!"

"The forward passing space has opened up."

"The ball was intercepted."

Forty-meter area

Kanté slid in gently, cleanly cutting off the opponent's midfield‑forward link.

Hazard moved up to support, but before teammates could spread the attack, he chose to pass the ball back to Li Kang at the rear.

Tottenham's front line quickly organized a counter‑press.

They couldn't win it.

Li Kang and Fàbregas' passing and movement were too logical.

With two La Masia‑trained number‑fours, simply finding a suitably positioned teammate to act as the "third receiving point" makes it easy to maintain local possession stability.

"Multiple Tottenham players have surged past halfway!"

"High press!"

"Frenzied running pressure!"

"Chelsea can only keep the ball in the back, unable to advance... a beautiful escape!"

"Tottenham can't win the ball!"

Pochettino's pressing net had no effect at all.

Alli, Son Heung‑min, and Kane were like lost birds, constantly shuttling back and forth.

Wanyama and Sissoko repeatedly tried to push deeper, but the midfield defense was torn apart time and again.

15th minute of the match.

From God's perspective, Tottenham's high defensive line showed countless gaps.

Li Kang shook off Alli's entanglement.

He then used the heel of his back foot to lay the ball off to David Luiz behind him.

The Brazilian centre‑back possesses top‑notch ball‑playing ability!

Bang!

The ball skidded along the turf, tearing apart Tottenham's midfield shield.

Buffon stood in the area six yards from the goal line... suddenly feeling that the night in North London was very cold.

Near the center circle.

Diego Costa, with his back to Toby, received the ball and then laid it off!

Hazard swayed his big hips, received the ball and quickly surged forward!

"Chelsea with Li Kang has too strong a resistance to pressure!"

"Even if the point of origin for their own attack is in the back, they remain quite threatening!"

"This Chelsea side already possesses all the elements needed to dominate the Premier League!"

Li Kang jogged slowly forward.

After all, starting too far back, no matter how fast he runs he can't keep up with the speed at which Tottenham players recover and take up their defensive positions.

The various blue shackles in the system panel gained a little experience points; leveling up is still far off.

He had watched Tottenham's recent match footage; the opponent's strength hadn't dropped much compared to last season.

Whatever Bielsa's madness, the left-footed centre-back's distribution, the structure of the white lily, space compression—all advantages remain.

But against Tuchel's Chelsea, it doesn't have much effect.

After taking the lead, Li Kang's task also became easier.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel and Dino finally discussed and reached a decision.

"Slow down the pace."

"Tottenham's front‑line players can't sustain high pressing for long..."

"Boss, we're going to score!"

On the green field.

Sissoko and Wanyama frantically tracked back.

The former got onto Hazard, but was flipped over by his twisting butt!

Vertonghen made a head‑on interception.

Hazard feinted and darted past.

"One‑on‑one!"

"He can take it himself!"

"Eh? Still passing? Too selfish!"

The ball rolled to William's feet.

The Samba magic wing made no adjustment and kicked straight away!

Thud!

The ball boomed toward the goal.

Lloris guessed the trajectory correctly and dived low to the side.

Who says the ball tyrant has no ability?

Smack!

The purple glove touched the ball.

Too bad the luck was terrible.

Too bad he let go.

The ball bounced off the post and deflected into the net!

0‑2!

!

"He scored again."

"Chelsea went berserk!"

"Hazard charged into the dragon's den alone, a lone rider for miles, providing a private assist!"

"William scored!"

"The two helped Chelsea widen their lead."

"Tottenham's conceded goal— the root cause is still failing to break through under high press, allowing Chelsea's midfield‑defense to seize the opening."

In the livestream.

-【Ball‑king!】

-【16 minutes into the match? Tottenham conceded two goals? What the heck?】

-【What about the promised draw?】

-【Chelsea's midfield‑defense is too strong; facing high pressure, they have Li Kang and Fabregas, two La Masia number‑4 pivots controlling the game, Kanté's protective support, and Buffon's defensive command.】

-【The front three's individual combat ability is also monstrous; opposing fouls can't stop them!】

-【Blue beast, rampaging the Premier League!】

Chelsea players gathered again, celebrating wildly.

Lloris again roared at his teammates.

Tottenham fans' mentality is a bit broken.

Pochettino didn't break; he summoned the midfield‑forward players to the front and quickly analyzed the match situation.

Tuchel and Dino sat back on the bench, full of confidence.

Adjust?

With the score like this, is there any need to adjust?

Time ticked by second by second.

Tottenham's morale didn't slump; their overall attack flow actually became smoother.

After all, the squad boasts many top‑notch young talents from the big five leagues.

They possess a hunger for championship and victory.

Too bad.

In this era, one can no longer win by belief alone.

Li Kang and Kanté, active in the zone between Tottenham's two formations.

One tall, one short.

Like two pairs of scissors, they sprint all over the pitch, constantly cutting off the opponent's forward passing links.

The 32nd minute of the match.

The White Lily Legion finally seized the opportunity for a lethal pass!

Left centre-back Vertonghen jumped up.

He used his golden left foot to send out an exquisite chip pass!

"Excellent!"

"The 45-degree angled outside arc..."

"Kane!"

"It's a shame... Buffon's defensive positioning is practically like having a cheat, firmly clutching the ball!"

Kane touched his forehead, feeling a bit confused.

Buffon again felt several years younger.

No time-wasting by lying on the grass.

He quickly threw the ball to Azpilicueta.

Chelsea's overall transition attack was extremely efficient.

The raging blue storm swept over the opponent's half in an instant.

Tottenham fans could no longer be arrogant.

Vaguely, they felt their own team was about to concede again.

"A simple three-pass combination."

"Tottenham's back line is empty again!"

"William!"

William's special ability, besides free kicks, also includes a burst of secondary acceleration.

His idol is Xiaoluo.

His early playing style was very flamboyant, but as he played more he realized the gap between himself and Xiaoluo, and he switched styles following Mourinho's advice.

His fighting style became increasingly simple.

"Lloris faces another test!"

"William didn't get entangled with Aurier!"

"A beautiful ball-switching pass!"

"Li Kang!"

The camera hadn't had time to adjust yet.

Accompanied by a shocking ball-touch sound!

White Deer Lane Stadium suddenly revealed a super cannon!

Chelsea's number 10's shooting stance was like a war god!

It seemed as if a bolt of thunder pierced the night sky over White Deer Lane.

When the spectators came to their senses.

The ball had already stuck to the net.

0:3!

!

"It went in again!"

"Can't stop it!"

"Vertonghen's forward run left a huge gap in Tottenham's defense!"

"Lloris stood there like a wooden chicken!"

"Li Kang fired a heavy cannon shot!"

"With the strength to lift a thousand catties!"

"Strong and overbearing!"

"Scored twice!"

"Will this be the goal that kills the match?"

"At the 33rd minute of the kickoff, Chelsea almost sealed the victory!"

The shadow in his brain frenetically contracted.

Li Kang shook his left leg, his hips felt no discomfort.

William rushed over immediately!

His teammates closely followed.

"Li, you're too handsome!"

"With such a powerful long shot, are your balls okay?"

Everyone laughed loudly.

Kante laughed and laughed, unable to stop thinking: If Lloris were knocked out, what would the French national team do? What about the 2018 World Cup?

Forget it.

These philosophical problems are too complicated.

Xiaohedan's stance is still clear: since I'm playing for the club, I shouldn't go comfort Lloris just because of the national team.

Lloris didn't curse anyone.

He kicked the goalpost hard.

Facing this straight heavy cannon, he actually didn't react at all.

So embarrassing.

Toby and Vertonghen hurried forward to pat his head to comfort him.

On the sidelines.

Pochettino looked dejected, helplessly rubbing his face.

He couldn't guess it.

He really couldn't guess Tuchel's attacking design.

The other side.

Tuchel and Dino were extremely excited, rushing out of the coaching bench, waving their fists excitedly.

"Perfect!"

"Boss, we overestimated Tottenham!"

"No! It's because we have Li!"

Match minute 43.

Lloris was about to cry.

Chelsea's blue storm ravaged the Tottenham penalty area again.

Li Kang delivered a surgical through ball from the left side of the big penalty area.

Diego Costa finished it in one shot.

0:4!

!

Many Tottenham fans got up and left.

The Chelsea anthem occupied White Hart Lane.

The Blues had no intention of holding back.

Morale continued to rise.

Tottenham hadn't given up, despite the losing situation, fought tenaciously, trying to defend the last dignity of White Hart Lane!

Match minute 60.

The newly substituted Pedro, dribbling forward, was tripped in the Tottenham penalty area!

Lamela the demon blade exaggeratedly rolled on the ground.

Beep!

The referee rushed over and showed a red card to Sissoko!

Tottenham fans felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Looking at the slow-motion replay... the French midfielder indeed tripped Pedro's left foot!"

"No problem."

"Penalty!"

"Huh? Chelsea players gestured and called for Buffon?"

"Is this penalty kick to be taken by Buffon?"

"Understandable!"

"Usually, when a team is leading by a big margin and gets a penalty opportunity, they help a teammate who hasn't scored yet get their first goal!"

"No problem, Courtois has also taken a penalty kick before!"

Buffon smiled, waved his hand to refuse.

His expression was like receiving a red envelope during New Year... "Oh no, don't, how embarrassing!"

Tuchel also laughed.

The coaching staff did not criticize the players' actions this time.

How to put it.

Buffon's penalty kick conversion rate in training is much higher than that of Morata, Batshuayi, etc.

After a moment.

Buffon stood at the twelve-yard spot.

He then began to retreat.

Lloris looked serious, flailing his arms and legs at the goal line, making exaggerated distraction moves.

Beep!

The whistle blew.

The Italian goalkeeper began his run-up.

Smack!

The ball rolled along the turf into the bottom right corner of the goal!

Lloris dove to the other side.

0:5!

!

"Beautiful!"

"Buffon welcomed his first Premier League goal!"

"He excitedly climbed onto the crossbar of Tottenham's goal!"

"Who can stop this united Chelsea?"

After a brief celebration.

Chelsea's coaching staff made a substitution adjustment.

In the situation of leading by five goals, there was no longer need for meticulous planning of controlling time points.

Li Kang and Diego Costa were successively substituted off.

Morata and Batshuayin appeared, taking over the match.

Finally.

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Tottenham 0:5 Chelsea.