Chapter 15 A Goal

Only fifteen minutes into the game, Chen Hero scored, catching Chelsea's players and manager Di Matteo off guard. They expected the match to be difficult, but they didn't anticipate conceding a goal so quickly… At most, they imagined Chelsea attacking for a long time without success, with both sides remaining deadlocked.

Who would have thought that their opponents would break the deadlock so early?

This left the Chelsea players somewhat stunned—they knew Chen Hero was capable of scoring, but not to this extent, surely?

Scoring whenever he wanted? That was too much!

They didn't know that Chen Hero didn't think much of Chelsea. Just like how he didn't even glance at the Chelsea players during the pre-match handshake, he only had Van Persie in his sights now.

Liverpool had no European competitions to play in this season, and Chen Hero, who had once created such glory, had lost the chance to display his abilities on the biggest stage. Therefore, he could only vent all his energy in the Premier League.

The Golden Boot competition with Van Persie was an opportunity for him to maintain his reputation.

He knew the Premier League had a high level of attention, and anything he did here would attract the attention of Europe, and even the whole world. Just like this Golden Boot competition with Van Persie. It wasn't just the English media following this, other European countries were also paying attention.

Chen Hero wanted to use the Golden Boot to prove to the world that he, Chen Hero, was still the best center forward on the planet, bar none!

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After celebrating the goal, the Liverpool players returned to the field, waiting for the game to resume.

Torres stood in the center circle, his foot on the ball.

Only when Chen Hero stood opposite him again did he look up.

The Liverpool number nine jersey was on his back, and the entire Anfield stadium was cheering for him, with shouts of "Hero, Hero" ringing in his ears.

It seemed that Chen Hero had completely replaced him here.

He suddenly felt a little jealous.

This should have been what I was enjoying…

Since transferring to Chelsea, Torres had rarely heard cheers from Liverpool fans, and even the Chelsea fans' cheers were rare. Only after that brace did he vaguely hear cheers from the Chelsea fans.

Apart from that, the Chelsea fans were being kind just by not booing him.

Many Chelsea fans were unhappy with Torres's high salary but lack of goals. They believed the club should decisively sell the Spanish Golden Boy.

Torres was under immense pressure, and he didn't even know how much longer he could stay at the club—in fact, if he took the initiative to request a transfer, there shouldn't be any resistance. But he himself was unwilling to leave Chelsea like this. He transferred to Stamford Bridge from Liverpool to achieve success, but he hadn't achieved this goal at Chelsea. If he left like this, what would outsiders think? They would only have more reason to ridicule and insult him.

So leaving was definitely going to happen, but definitely not like this.

He wanted to leave with dignity after achieving success, even after leaving, he wanted people here to remember his good qualities and regret everything they had done to him!

This was the motivation that kept him at Chelsea.

But now it seemed very likely that he would be cleaned out by the club before completing his goal…

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Chen Hero was the protagonist, so Torres could only play a supporting role. He got a chance in the twenty-third minute of the first half.

Lampard played a direct pass, and Liverpool defender Skrtel made a mistake. He made a flying tackle but failed to knock the ball down, instead missing it and allowing Torres behind him to receive the ball.

But Torres shot the ball into the sky with one kick.

Judging from the handling of this ball, Torres seemed very unconfident.

In fact, he could have stopped the ball, taken two more steps, and then chosen an angle to shoot. But he chose to shoot directly, as if he was afraid that he would lose the chance to shoot if he took two more steps.

After this shot went sky high, there was a burst of laughter from the fans at Anfield—it was clear that many Liverpool fans really hated Torres for betraying them…

Torres was very annoyed by this air ball, even a little too emotional. He directly knelt on the ground and punched the ground, looking very angry and disappointed.

There was a European Cup this summer, but his terrible performance this season had kept Torres away from the Spanish national team.

The day before the match, he received a call from national team coach Bosque, telling him that due to his poor form, Bosque was considering excluding him from the Spanish national team roster.

This incident greatly stimulated Torres.

So he couldn't wait to score in this game and regain Bosque's trust.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so angry and excited after hitting this shot, knowing that even when he finally scored twice, breaking his twenty-four hour goal drought, he didn't have any excited expressions. As for missing opportunities? He was already used to it, had become numb, and would never have such an extreme act of annoyance.

Being so angry like today was the first time.

The Chelsea commentator's eyes lit up—it seemed that Torres had a strong desire to score. Could this game really count on him to score?

If Torres could score, Chelsea would have one more powerful weapon to deal with Liverpool.

Drogba and Sturridge were both injured, and the heavy responsibility of scoring goals fell on Torres. Before the game, this was considered by many to be Chelsea's weakness, they lacked offensive power and could only work hard on defense.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Chelsea wanted to win, but they didn't plan to attack Liverpool head-on at Liverpool's home, they chose to defend and counterattack, first ensuring they didn't concede goals with a solid defense, and then looking for opportunities to counterattack. The main force in the counterattack was not Torres, but Mata.

But if Torres's condition suddenly improved, he could become a surprise soldier that Liverpool and his own people couldn't expect. It should be known that all of England was mocking Torres's scoring ability, and Liverpool certainly wouldn't make any targeted defenses against Torres. It could be said that the defensive pressure Torres faced was very light.

He hoped that Chen Hero's goal could stimulate Torres and make him explode again.

Can you tolerate the jersey you once wore being worn by someone else, and then flaunting it in front of you?

As the former owner of this jersey, you should do something, Fernando!

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After the game restarted, Torres worked harder to pursue goals.

He also got some opportunities, although these opportunities were not very good, Torres treated every opportunity seriously. If you paid attention, you would also find that his performance in seizing these opportunities was getting better and better.

At the very least, he now dared to take the ball in the penalty area.

While Torres was working hard to score goals, Chen Hero was also considering his own goals. Although he had already scored one goal, one goal was not enough! He didn't think his opponent couldn't score even one goal. As long as Van Persie scored one goal, wouldn't the two sides return to the same starting line again? How long would this have to drag on before a winner could be determined? Did they really have to play a game where the result wouldn't be known until the last second?

That won't do, bro doesn't have that kind of leisure!

Either completely defeat you! Not give you any chance to turn over!

The two strikers were desperately looking for scoring opportunities, making the game enjoyable for the fans.

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Torres finally scored in the thirty-seventh minute.

In a counterattack, Chelsea's backcourt made a long pass, and Torres used his speed to get rid of Skrtel, who was defending him, and then dribbled the ball into the penalty area. This time, facing the onrushing goalkeeper Reina, he seemed much calmer. He used a feint to open up an angle, and then calmly shot. The ball bypassed Reina's block and rolled into the goal.

This time it was the Chelsea commentator's turn to be excited.

"Fernando! Fernando Torres! Torres scored!" The Chelsea commentator stood up and roared like a madman. "He broke his goal drought again! He equalized the score for Chelsea! This is a very important goal!"

Of course it was important, his goal preserved Chelsea's hope, the hope of winning, and also the hope of entering the Champions League next season.

He was so excited, and Torres on the field was no better.

This time he was no longer as calm as he was when he scored twice before. He opened his arms and ran to the sideline, then jumped and slid on his knees, this was his signature celebration. It had been at least a season since he had seen it. If it was at Anfield, then the time without seeing it would be even longer.

For a moment, the Liverpool fans on the stands were a little dazed—they seemed to see that Fernando Torres who was still at Liverpool.

That omnipotent Saint Torres.

But soon the Liverpool fans came back to their senses. The person in front of them was not wearing a red Liverpool jersey, but a blue Chelsea jersey. He was still a traitor who betrayed them!

For a time, boos rang out.

This was their enemy! When dealing with enemies, don't be merciful!

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In the midst of boos, Torres hugged his teammates who rushed over to celebrate the goal.

Liverpool was a thing of the past for him. Now he was a Chelsea player. He had to work hard for his future, and no one could say he was wrong to do so.

He, Torres, had a clear conscience.

Even if the boos were stronger, they couldn't change his mind.

If you want to hate me, then hate me to your heart's content!

But I want to take the path I've chosen…

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