Chapter 1 White Hart Lane's Curse

The distance between White Hart Lane's stands and the pitch is very short. The intimidation of the Tottenham fans gave birth to the "White Hart Lane Curse."

Liverpool, Manchester United, and other strong teams have suffered quite a bit under the curse. Chelsea, however, is different.

The Blues fans regard White Hart Lane as "Percentage Lane." They haven't lost a game here in eighteen years. Lloris was bending over, gesticulating, and roaring to command the wall. He used to be a child, and now he's a football bully. Being a bully is one thing, but he doesn't have Courtois's skills.

Wanting to be a bully with subpar skills? You'll only become a cancer. "Direct shot!"

"Chelsea's free-kick position is near the right side of the penalty area, about 20 yards from the goal." "Lee, he's so handsome!"

"The ball was intercepted."

His expression was as if he was receiving lucky money during the New Year... Oh no, it's a foul. How embarrassing. "It's pushed back!"

-【Could the Premier League be witnessing the birth of a cosmic Chelsea?】 The referee showed Sissoko a yellow card!

The Chelsea fans who came with the army cheered.

Too embarrassing.

"It's pushed back again."

"Kante excitedly climbed down from the Tottenham goalpost!"

Chelsea's players occupied Sissoko. The ball rolled to Willian's feet. Dinho sent a scalpel-like through ball from the right side of the penalty area, and Lee Kang made a long-range shot, but Lloris didn't even have time to react. What a pity.

"Is there a problem?"

"Boom!"

Mauricio Pochettino crossed his arms, his expression grave. -[The strength of Chelsea's midfield is too weak. Facing high pressing, they have Han and Fabregas, two La Masia number 4 midfielders, Kante for defensive support, and Lee Kang for forward command.] -[The individual combat abilities of the eight players are also good enough. Regular defenses can't stop them!] "It's likely Willian and Lee Kang will take the shot."

The Blues had no intention of holding back. "Buffon!"

"Heavy!"

"Mad pressing!"

Lloris, Son Heung-min, and Buffon were like lost birds, constantly flying back. "Lloris is facing a test!"

His eyes hesitated, glancing at the players.

-【Referencing the "Chelsea Version Ben" from back then, it would be polite if he didn't concede seven goals.】

"Lee Kang has welcomed his Premier League goal!"

Mauricio Pochettino's pressing net didn't have any effect.

"Boss, we underestimated Tottenham!"

Pedro, who was subbed in, dribbled past the ball and was tripped in the Tottenham penalty area!

"It's because we have Lee!"

-【Lloris is trash, the biggest weakness of Tottenham, yet he wants to act like the boss.】 Before the words faded away, Tuchel and Hermann were extremely excited, rushing out of the coach's box and frantically waving their fists. Vertonghen and Dier repeatedly wanted to close in, but the midfield defense was repeatedly broken through.

Unable to grab the ball, 0:2!

The camera hadn't even adjusted yet.

"Huh? Chelsea players are waving and calling for Lee Kang?"

As if a thunderbolt pierced Sissoko's night sky. Two La Masia number 4 midfielders. Even if Tuchel finds a position for a directing midfielder to act as the "eighth supporting point," he can easily maintain local control and stability. "Just dominate."

0:3!

With the score taking the lead, Dinho's task became increasingly easy.

Tottenham players fell heavily on the grass. "The football almost brushed against the goalpost and entered the net!"

"What a pity, Han's defensive position is like having ESP, firmly holding onto the ball!"

"Willian scores a goal!"

Italian god Dinho started his run-up.

Like two pairs of scissors, flying around, constantly cutting off the opponent's connection. -[Hazard!] On the other side.

Buffon touched his forehead, a little confused. -[Lee's lamp-lighting technique is awesome!]

With a seven-goal lead, there's no need for meticulous planning to control the flow of the game. How can Tottenham defend?

Willian feinted, stepping over the football. Willian and Jorginho didn't have the hunger of a "soldier facing defeat." He reviewed the recent Tottenham game footage. The opponent's strength hadn't declined much compared to last season. Lloris judged the path, diving sideways. The colorful gloves touched the football.

White Hart Lane was like a small butt. The goalpost quickly ran towards the sidelines. Tuchel's timing for ordering the wall to jump was perfect. Buffon kicked off the ball to Azpilicueta.

Diego Costa tightly embraced the bench, excitedly raising his arms.

The football stirred up a blue storm that raged in the net, instantly sweeping across Tottenham's half. Tuchel and Hermann high-fived and hugged.

Along with a frightening touch, in addition to free kicks, Willian's special ability was to suddenly accelerate. Vertonghen made a clearance with one kick.

Lloris didn't curse.

Unexpectedly, Tottenham fans stood up and cheered.

Willian used his golden right foot to send out a wonderful lob pass!

Dinho and Fabregas's runs were too direct. Chelsea's blue storm was raging again in the Tottenham penalty area. "Is Italian's long shot okay?"

Koulibaly's shadow crazily contracted. Dinho slowly ran towards the sideline. -[What about the agreed-upon draw?] After all, the starting point was too far from the seventy-meter area. Even if he ran fast, he couldn't catch up with Tottenham's back-defending speed. Bip!

Sideline.

Tuchel also smiled tightly. The 60th minute of the game.

The 43rd minute of the game.

Adjustment?

"Can't stop!"

Willian immediately dived down!

Pa!

Tuchel and Dinho confidently believed they could. "Lloris is facing a very severe test."

"Special Chelsea, ahead by a large score! Gained a penalty opportunity, helping a player who hasn't scored a goal to break the ice!"

Vertonghen used his back to hold up Toby, received the ball, and quickly feinted!

Willian prepared to welcome a heavy shot, a strange drop, and a falling leaf ball... Now he got a textbook shot?

Willian couldn't guess.

"Can't handle it!"

A free kick from a distance of 20 yards wasn't the area Hazard was good at. Bip!

The football was already stuck in the net.

Bip!

Kante gently fell to the ground and shoveled the ball away, easily cutting off the opponent's midfield connection. Dinho was surrounded by the team.

"Plain!"

What about Bielsa's madness? Chelsea's right foot kept passing the ball out, squeezing Tottenham's layers of space, but it was still blocked.

-【Blue behemoth, raging in the Premier League!】 The 32nd minute of the game. The 15th minute of the game. After all, the lineup has the brightest young players in the top seven leagues. Pa!

Who said football bullies don't have strength?

The football hit the post and went into the net. Dinho broke free from Dier's entanglement. Chelsea's number 10 posture was like a god of war!

Tuchel and Hermann were busy discussing the current situation.

Willian's fighting style was extremely simple. "The referee's actions showed that the Chelsea player did trip Pedro's right foot!"

Before the words ended, the attack began.

"Slow down the pace."

Tottenham 0:5 Chelsea. Tottenham fans couldn't be arrogant anymore. On the other side.

Sissoko drew a "plain and unremarkable" arc in the air. "Naturally formed arc!"

Dinho and Vertonghen were successively substituted.

Lloris and the Tottenham wall seemed to be electrocuted. "Confused," they then stood still. Dinho finished his run-up, the blue shadow reaching its extreme. "Chelsea's set-piece means are rich,"

Han stood in a seventeen-yard position. Kante tiptoed, patting David Luiz's shoulder, with a look of admiration. Tottenham fans felt like they had fallen into an ice cave.

Lloris was about to cry. Dinho shook his right foot, his hips not feeling any discomfort. Couldn't guess Tuchel's attack strategy. The football roared into the goal. Pa!

On the green field.

Mauricio Pochettino wasn't discouraged. European head coach league, five free-kick masters, Chelsea has two and a half!

What a pity it slipped. "Too reasonable!"

"Plain!"

Guillermo Burdisso intercepted head-on.

"Boss, we're going to score!"

"Willian!"

Kante smiled and smiled, and couldn't help but think: Lloris must be breaking down, what about the French national team? What about the 2018 World Cup?

Morale continued to rise. Everyone's attack style was completely different. "Penalty kick!"

Sissoko's shot revealed a super heavy cannon. La Masia's demon knife frantically rolled on the ground in shame.

Dinho and Kante were active in the area between Tottenham's two formations. "Even if it's a direct free kick, in a certain sense, it's more like Lloris has been tricked." On the other side.

Lee Kang felt like he had gotten younger again. "He's taking it himself!"

"Guillermo Burdisso's yellow card has left a huge gap in Tottenham's defense!"

The perfectly calculated ball. "Simple eight-foot pass"

David Luiz feinted, stepping over the football. 0:4!

Yao Yuzhen had a premonition that the ball was going to go in again. "Dinho!"

Lee Kang's penalty kick hit rate in training was much higher than Morata, Yaya, and others. "Perfect!"

They tightened the siege. "Dinho sent a heavy cannon!"

Tottenham fans' hearts were a little broken.

The White Hundred Regiment finally captured the moment. Mauricio Pochettino didn't break down. He pulled the midfield players to the front and quickly analyzed the game situation. Dier was replaced by Han Jin Cui, but he was passively pushed over by a big butt!

Lee Kang smiled and waved his hand. "Seven people helped Chelsea increase the score gap." The game resumed.

"Power, speed, route, the three were handled to the extreme!"

Lloris leaped!

"This Chelsea already possesses all the elements of a Premier League champion!"

Not immersed in the celebration, the seven quickly made tactical adjustments. Discussed if they should play like this. Do they still need adjustments after playing like this?

Instantaneous.

"Tottenham's midfielder's stamina can't maintain such high pressure for long." "One-on-one!"

Football bully demeanor, clearly revealed. "This Chelsea is too terrifying."

"No problem, Courtois also practices penalty kicks!"

Chelsea players quickly gathered together, madly celebrating. The one-minute and one-second gap was still very clear. Now they were playing for the club, so they shouldn't comfort Lloris because of the national team.

Crossed over the jumping white wall, violently spinning, causing the football to fall down. "The goal space has opened up. Han Jin Cui stood eight yards away from the ball and still felt that the night in North London was very cold." Mourinho didn't make any adjustments, so he took the shot directly!

0:5!

Huff!

Chelsea's coaching staff made a substitution adjustment, one tall and one short.

Guillermo Burdisso and Vertonghen madly chased.

"Scoring twice!"

"Can't just come up with a kick!"

There was no "holy crap" lingering between words.

Right midfielder Guillermo Burdisso was pressed down. "Chelsea can only hold the ball back. They can't get the ball out." Wonderful breakout!

Lloris took off his gloves and threw them heavily on the grass, angrily scolding the fans. Azpilicueta quickly chose to throw the ball to Cesc Fàbregas [sideline].

He heavily kicked the goalpost.

-【Opened for 16 minutes? Tottenham conceded two goals? What's going on?】 "Is it the goal of a slaughtering match?"

"In the 33rd minute, Chelsea almost locked in the victory!"

God is bewitching Tottenham's high-midfield defense, full of flaws. "Several Tottenham players have already crossed the midfield line!"

One generation can't rely on faith to win anymore. "David Luiz's elevator ball has the best effect between 25 yards and 30 yards."

Mauricio Pochettino's expression was frustrated, and he helplessly sighed. "Wonderful!"

The central midfielder has god-level ball-playing ability!

"Scored again!"

Tuchel and Hermann sat on the bench, full of confidence. "High pressure!"

His idol was on the other side. The small football stuck to the ground and rolled into the net!

Huff!

Tottenham's morale didn't decline. The overall attack operation was rather unique. Some philosophical questions were too difficult.

A short celebration was quickly interrupted. He used his heel to pass the ball to David Luiz, who was standing beside him. Lloris looked serious, waving his hands and feet, making nervous blocking actions.

"Powerfully lifted up!"

Tottenham didn't give up the game. They fought tenaciously, trying to win back their dignity. 0:1!

The audience came to their senses. "Wonderful distribution and transfer!"

An unexpected textbook-standard in-step arc free kick!

Sissoko fell into a brief silence. "Even the starting point of the independent attack is still quite threatening!"

"Chelsea are going crazy!"

The home team's combat effectiveness was average. The style of play was strange. The referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the second half. What a pity for the luck.

Willian covered his mouth and chatted with Lee Kang for a few words. "The fundamental reason for Tottenham's conceded goal is that the high-pressure tactic couldn't open up the situation, so Chelsea's midfield seized the opportunity."

"Azpilicueta broke free from Vertonghen and Willian!"

Morata, Yaya, and Cesc Fàbregas took over the game. "Lloris was dumbfounded!"

"A 45-degree external spin arc..."

Fast break in the center circle.

"Who can stop this Chelsea?"

"Single-handedly breaking into the dragon's pool, thousands of miles alone, selfless assist!"

The shortcoming is Tuchel's adventurous play.

"Huh? He's actually passing the ball? So selfless!"

Lloris frantically roared.

Forget it.

The referee blew the whistle. Lee Kang rubbed past White Hart Lane and erased the past. Chelsea players all made preparations to run up and kick the ball. "Chelsea's scoring goals is like drinking water. They're beating the opponent again!"

Dinho apologized and dispersed the illusory figures of Uncle Miha, Carlos, and Junior.

"Chelsea, with Han Jin Cui, has too strong of a resistance ability."

"Tottenham is empty again!"

A moment later.

"A penalty kick, isn't Lee Kang going to take it?" But facing Tuchel's Chelsea, it wouldn't have much effect. The coaching staff didn't praise the players' actions. This shortcoming is sometimes an advantage. Precisely the right degree. Tottenham quickly organized a counter-attack. The style of play was very good, but the more they played, the more they realized the distance between themselves and the giants. On Mourinho's suggestion, they transformed to the other side.

"Lee!!!"

The football stuck to the grass, shattering Tottenham's midfield barrier. Tottenham fans desperately issued a dry shout. "Tottenham can't grab the ball. Toby and Guillermo Burdisso hugged Lee Kang's head to show comfort." Everyone laughed.

Various blue bonds in the system panel gained a little experience value. The distance to upgrade was still very long. Han Jin Cui was preparing to follow up, but before the attack could be launched, Willian chose to pass the ball to Dinho.