Chapter 1 The Last Twenty Minutes

[More than twenty minutes at the end, and not a single goal? I've already taken off my pants, what am I going to do if I don't have money to pay the bill!

-【Morata + Batshuayi, what a demonic frontline.】-【Force-feeding them the pie, and they still spit it out.】【Haha, so stupid, a close-range powerful shot, the ball rebounded off the post and hit him in the face!

-【Chelsea should buy Sterling, the three of them can form a happy trident.】-【Tuchel, in danger.】After the game, some Tottenham extreme fans frantically threw debris, and marine smoke bombs spewed out thick, pungent gas.

White Hart Lane under the night, suddenly bloomed with beautiful red lights. The starry night and tipsy evening breeze were accompanied by various curses from the stands. The targets were not entirely Chelsea players, but also the referee - Anthony Taylor. Security personnel began emergency evacuation work. Li Kang finished his shower, changed into his sportswear, and walked out of the tunnel. After a few steps, he was escorted back into the tunnel by the coaching staff and teammates. A cock-a-doodle-doo rang in his ear.

He turned his head.

A happy little rooster quietly appeared in his vision, chasing after him happily. Why is Tottenham so disliked by various Premier League clubs?

Not to mention recent events. More than a hundred years ago, because Tottenham's founder was Jewish, and several of the owners were also Jewish, they were not accepted by the English Football Association.

This was in the late fourteenth century. Setting aside the issue of faith, Jews hated offering usury and colluding with white evil forces, oppressing special people, and raising prices. These various misdeeds aroused people's disgust. The English Football Association at that time just wanted to mess with Tottenham.

An Austrian failed art student proposed a certain plan. The northeastern area of White Hart Lane became a haven for Jews. Years later, Levy still weakly emphasized in an interview: that he and the club owner were Jewish. That guy forcibly re-stamped Tottenham with the Jewish label.

Of course, our signing methods also have a distinct Jewish style.

Levy weakly emphasized the "Jewish" label. Whether it was a good thing to emphasize it or not, it aroused the anger of fans from various clubs: how dare those Jews racially discriminate against our players on weekdays?

Big nose gestures, throwing coins, spitting.

They used this traditional anti-Semitic behavior to "respect" Tottenham. The English Football Association was very passive, and they could only symbolically state: Anti-Judaism behavior is undesirable.

Even if Tottenham's combat power is strong, it is difficult to increase its commercial value.

Putting aside the club level, Tottenham's players are still very good. Outside the tunnel.

Toby and Vertonghen took the initiative to hug Hazard.

Sissoko touched Kante's head. The animosity in the game had long since disappeared without a trace. On the other side.

Buffon was accepting interviews from media reporters.

With a face full of smiles, and an excited tone, "Tonight is a milestone in your career. At the age of 39, scoring your first Premier League goal as a goalkeeper is a wonderful thing!"

After joining Chelsea, I thought the responsibility I shouldered would be very important, and I would experience a journey full of hardships, obstacles, and hope! As a result... they saw it."

"Working alongside Lee, sometimes I feel like I'm several years younger."

Post-match press conference. Lee Kang's expression was serious, and he said earnestly: "Everything is under my and Lee's control."

"We can think of things together, and I will not object to any decisions he makes on the field."

"The coaching staff and players get along very well, Chelsea's journey is smooth sailing."

The reporters applauded.

Dino widened his eyes, turned his head, and looked in surprise at the Chelsea coach who had a solemn expression. What about the promised tactical ideals?

What about the promised detailed requirements?

Why is this guy becoming more and more like Topp?

A moment later.

Pochettino entered the venue. When facing the camera, his expression was a little confused. "After eighty-seven minutes of the game, after Lee came on the field, I couldn't find any flaws in this Chelsea team." Cobham Training Base.

Dino finished the post-match summary for everyone, and the players went back to their respective homes.

Kante looked adoring: "Lee, you are too great, you actually gave up the opportunity for a hat-trick. I will definitely work hard to help you break the record!"

Captain Cahill also cast a respectful look at this time. Cahill thought: I didn't think so much at the time. Pedro created the opportunity for the penalty kick. Seven goals secured the victory, so there was no such thing as giving up?

[Detected that the teammate's favorability towards you has been achieved, and a bond has been established.

[Blue Bond: Giant Tower Lv1.][Your and Gary Cahill's front defense and aerial control have been greatly improved.][This bond is only triggered when the two are on the field at the same time.]Gold returned home on time and did not watch the game footage of other opponents. Instead, he watched replays of his games since joining Chelsea. Only when he was in a lineup with no obvious shortcomings did he gradually understand Wenger's "preemptive move."

The mechanical, cold electronic synthesized voice sounded again [Ding! Mission completed: An Even Match.][Mission Feedback: You are too cruel.][Mission Reward: Tottenham Legend Platinum Treasure Chest.]A treasure chest printed with the Tottenham Hotspur badge floated in mid-air. Gold didn't look at the prize pool. [Platinum treasure chest opening… Congratulations on obtaining: Bale "Auspicious Colorful Cloud" module (permanent passive)][The shortest distance between two points is Bale.][Soleus muscle, enemy for life.][Charge for two hours, talk for seven minutes.][Out lane overtaking, drainage ditch overtaking!

[You know nothing about eating it raw.][Why do I have to be cursed by my teammates for creating the opportunity myself? Is respecting your mother a robot?][Additional effect: Speed 90-99.][Module linkage effect: Greatly increases the trigger probability of the "Great Sage Descends" module.][Additional negative effect: Your soleus muscle injury probability is greatly increased.][This negative effect has been offset by the "Blessing of the Thames"!

A piece of cool white light enveloped Gold, without any negative emotional interference.

Countless fragments flooded into his mind.

October was approaching.

The selection of the Ballon d'Or was gradually occupying the hot searches of major online media.

FIFA President - Infantino, attended the summit forum. The topic was naturally inseparable from the Ballon d'Or storm. "No suspense."

"Lee played at a dominating level last season. He followed Arsenal to win the Octuple Crown, insisted on playing with injuries in the Champions League final, and had 48 goals and 32 assists for the year! He is the best."

"I will definitely win the Ballon d'Or!"

"The act of voting is equivalent to transporting coal to Newcastle."

Before the 16th century, Newcastle was the coal capital of England. The meaning of that proverb is: carrying coal to the coal capital, which is unnecessary. The bald head's tone was excited and radiant.

As soon as this statement came out, media reporters immediately smelled an unusual atmosphere: this scene was familiar. Big reversal, pulling hatred.

The interview footage immediately rushed to the hot search of major online platforms.

The number of comments, likes, and reposts exploded wildly - [Here it comes, Lee's bright lamp of doom is on! A familiar script!]-[How is that possible? Octuple Crown core!][You are too young, think about the core of Bayern's Octuple Crown back then, what was the result? Another jinx to the Ballon d'Or! It's difficult for midfielders to win the Ballon d'Or!]-[A super midfielder core who conquered Europe can't win the Ballon d'Or?][Refer to Zidane in 2000, who led the team to win the European Cup as a single core, the French account guarantees the Ballon d'Or.]-[Sneijder in 2010:…][According to the script: the giants exert pressure, Infantino apologizes for his remarks, admits the inside story of the Ballon d'Or, then postpones the vote, and finally looks at the goals in the World Cup qualifiers to decide who is the Ballon d'Or winner!]-[Damn it, select the Ballon d'Or winner through the qualifiers? Blood pressure rises.][It doesn't matter, if Lee doesn't get this year's Ballon d'Or, this award will completely lose its credibility from now on.]The Ballon d'Or selection incident caused a lot of noise, and all the big shots in football spoke actively.

[Beckenbauer: The Ballon d'Or needs to ensure impartiality.][Wenger: The Ballon d'Or needs to ensure fairness.

[Cruyff: If Lee doesn't get the Ballon d'Or, I think the judges of this year are not suitable for working in the football industry.][Maradona: Fuck the Ballon d'Or.][Pogba's brother: Lee and Paul are the brightest twin stars of the younger generation of European midfielders, of course he deserves the Ballon d'Or.]Two months away from the Ballon d'Or result, assistants and major sponsors led by Puma were extremely busy. Eclipse.

Candles flickered.

An old-fashioned speaker played "Song of the Volga Boatmen."

Abramovich hosted all the coaching staff and Chelsea players. He patted Gold on the shoulder and said, "What's so good about that broken thing, I'll have people make dozens of pure gold ones for him to play with."

That's what he said.

The Blues boss thought to himself: Fuck, want to grab the Ballon d'Or? Come and try!

Now that a Ballon d'Or winner has really emerged, how could Chelsea and the English Football Association easily give up?

Gold smiled and shook his head. He didn't care too much about these things. The days passed by day by day.

Every day he only needed to replace the simple training field obstacle training mode. The coaching staff and teammates didn't mention the Ballon d'Or, but they intentionally or unintentionally began to "transfuse blood" in training.

In the blink of an eye.

The Premier League match day arrived. Chelsea played against West Bromwich Albion at Stamford Bridge. West Bromwich Albion's talent tree was a little off, and they didn't look like a football club. They were full of honors last season: Medical and Scientific Team Award, Breakthrough in Sports Psychology Research, Major Reform of Nutritional Diet, and New Emergency Treatment Plan. The Premier League had the lowest injury spending, the lowest serious injury rate, but what about the record? After only a few rounds into the season, they had to start preparing to ensure their survival. West Bromwich Albion's coach was Tony Prince, named after a distinct NPC in the GTA series. Old Prince was suffering in his heart. He felt the coercion brought by the world-renowned coach Tuchel at the pre-match press conference. West Bromwich Albion had already determined the goal of this game: a draw, to retreat from Stamford Bridge with their whole bodies.

Stamford Bridge.

As quiet as a library.

Most fans were cuddling with models, sipping wine in the stands, and enjoying the game. More fans were shaking their team flags and holding up slogan banners. "CCTV5! CCTV5! Good evening, viewers and friends."

"Now broadcasting live for you is the first round of the 2017/18 Premier League season."

"Chelsea vs West Bromwich Albion."

"The Blues meet the Baggies!"

"Can Stamford Bridge retreat with their whole bodies like in a fairy tale? Let's wait and see!"

"Next, let's introduce the starting lineups of both sides."

"The formation Chelsea is fielding is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper:…"

The game situation did not change unexpectedly. Under the organization and planning of Gold, the Blues frantically tore at the Baggies. In the 8th minute of the game, "Good opportunity!"

"Hazard breaks through continuously, dribbling horizontally! Cutting inside!"

"He can shoot himself!

"Huh? Why pass it to Gold?"

"Beautiful!"

"The ball is in!"

The teammates enthusiastically pulled Gold to the corner flag area, and raised their hands to signal the fans to cheer even more enthusiastically. In an instant.

The entire Stamford Bridge was echoing with Gold's name.

In the 23rd minute of the game, Gold pulled to the right and hooked to the left, skillfully dodging Barry, and sent a lob pass from the top of the penalty area. The ball fell heavily to the left side of the penalty area. Morata jumped high and headed the ball across.

"What is he doing?"

"Why is he still passing the ball at this time?"

"Wow!"

"The ball is in!"

"It's Gold again, scoring twice!"

"The Premier League stage is not so easy to farm data, Chelsea needs to be cautious." In the 42nd minute of the game, Stamford Bridge got a counter-attack opportunity. Chelsea's formation quickly retreated and took positions. Pa!

Buffon skillfully resolved the danger, and then swung out a powerful throw. Willian received the ball in the center circle and still passed the ball to Gold in front of him!

Chelsea's number 10 instantly turned on speeding mode!

"Fast!"

"Too fast!"

"The camera can't even capture the range of his legs swinging!"

"Man and ball split!"

"Gold passed the ball to himself two seconds ago!"

"Flying through the clouds!"

Gold dribbled the ball into the thirty-meter area!

Balotelli's phantom appeared in his vision.

After the opposing goalkeeper - Forster got close.

Whoosh!

A spectacular arc heavy artillery that shocked the audience!

Once again pierced the small gate of Stamford Bridge!

"It's in again!"

"Hat-trick!"

"After the start of the second half, Chelsea's two hundred and seventy million pound man, completed a hat-trick!"

"Another massacre!"

"Chelsea seem to be intentionally giving opportunities to Gold!"

"West Bromwich Albion, has raised a young version of Cruyff alive!"

It's more than just the whole team. The coaching staff's ideas were also very consistent. Tuchel was gesturing vigorously in the command area, signaling the players to do the "feeding the pie" details more perfectly!

In the end.

The referee blew the whistle to end the game. The entire Stamford Bridge was echoing with the hero's name "Lee!!!"

A heart-stirring game!

"Seven goals scored!"

"Night of Records!"

"Gold has become the eighth player in Premier League history to score seven goals in a single game!"

"It's hard to imagine what kind of legendary superstar will be born in this Chelsea team!"

The teammates were lying on the grass panting. Gold believed that it was necessary to deliberately "feed the pie" to himself, which would lead to the offensive rhythm being slowed down, and the overall operation of the team would be more rigid. Tuchel handed over a towel, and said in a serious tone: "You go to the locker room to rest quickly." Dino quickly echoed: "That's right, you can't play like this in the next round against Manchester United."

Minaiano crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the Spanish Football Association building.

"You want to select the Ballon d'Or winner through the qualifiers again?"

"Great."