The distance between the Deer Stand and the pitch is very short, and Tottenham fans are intimidating. The "Deer Curse" was born in this stadium.

Liverpool and Manchester City have suffered quite a bit from the curse.

Chelsea is not included.

The Blues fans call the former Deer Stand "Tanfen." They haven't lost a game here in eighteen consecutive matches. Lloris, with his back bent, gestured to Sissoko and roared loudly, waving the human wall. He was a good goalkeeper in the past, but today he's just a ball-keeper.

Guan Chao doesn't have Courtois's ability.

If your professional level is not good enough, yet you still want to be a ball hog, you will become a cancer.

"Reasonable!"

"This free kick position is on the right edge of the penalty area, about 20 meters away from the goal."

"Lee, he's too strong!"

"He understands free kicks."

How should I put it? His expression is like a blushing face after a kiss... Oh dear, is it coming? Why is it always him?

"He's back!"

-【Is the Premier League about to have a super team?】

The referee showed Dier a red card!

The Chelsea fans who came with the team cheered.

Too embarrassing.

"He's back."

"I excitedly climbed onto the crossbar of the Tottenham goal!"

Chelsea, relying on Sissoko, had the ball roll to Willian. Dino delivered a through ball like Suarez's scalpel on the right side of the penalty area. Facing that through ball, he actually didn't react in time. What a pity.

"No problem."

"Beautiful!"

Pochettino crossed his arms, his expression solemn.

-【Chelsea's offensive ability in the frontcourt is too weak. Facing the low block, without Fabregas and another La Masia number 4 midfielder, without Kante's protective cover, without Li Kang's defensive interceptions.】-【The eight people on the field are capable enough in positional warfare, and the opposing fouls are just adding fuel to the fire!】

"It's very likely that Willian and Lee Kang will take the free kick."

The Blues didn't give Tottenham any respite.

"Buffon!"

"Sinking!"

"Crazy pressing!"

Sun Xingmin, Buffon, and the eight of them are like lost birds, constantly...

"Lloris is facing a crisis again!"

Hesitating, he loudly encouraged the players.

-【The "Chelsea version of Ronaldo," who's good at taking free kicks, has recovered from his injury. It doesn't count if he doesn't score seven goals.】

"Lee Kang has welcomed his first Premier League goal!"

Pochettino's pressing tactics didn't work at all.

"Boss, you still underestimated Tottenham!"

Perro, who was replaced, broke through with the ball and tripped inside the Tottenham penalty area.

"Yes! It shows that you already have Lee!"

【Lloris is really bad, the biggest weakness of Tottenham, and he still wants to be the team's leader.】

Kane and Hull dispersed and were extremely excited, rushing to the coaching bench and waving their fists excitedly. Wanyama and Dier repeatedly tried to press deeper, but the defensive interceptions repeatedly penetrated the sideline.

Unable to grab the ball, 0:2!

The camera didn't have time to adjust.

"Hey? Chelsea players are calling for Lee Kang?"

It was as if a thunderclap pierced Sissoko's night sky. The two La Masia number 4 midfielders naturally found a reasonably positioned teammate and became "the eighth receiving point," able to tightly maintain local passing stability.

"Just right!"

0:3!!!

As the score widened, Dino's task became more and more difficult.

The Tottenham goalkeeper crashed to the ground.

"The football almost grazed the crossbar and the post diagonally before entering the net!"

"What a pity... Kante's defensive positioning is like he has a cheat, firmly holding the ball!

"Willian scores!"

The Italian god of goalkeeping naturally knows how to run.

Like two pairs of scissors, running all over the field, constantly cutting the opponent's passing system.

-【Wow, the King of the Ball!】

Another.

Buffon touched his forehead, a little confused.

【Lee's guidance!】

In a seven-goal lead, there's no need to lie down. How to formulate a precise plan for each node in the midfield? How can Tottenham defend?

Willian feinted, stepping over the football. "Willian doesn't have Higuain's obsession with 'championship and failure.' I've watched Tottenham's recent game footage. Their strength hasn't declined too much compared to last season." Lloris judged the path correctly and pounced.

The most Chelsea-like formation transition is extremely efficient. The purple laser beam of Su Tao hit the football.

Deer twisted his little butt, and quickly moved towards the back of the field.

"I think there's no problem with the human wall." Buffon kicked the ball back to Dier.

Dier Costa waved his arms at the away stand, proudly.

The football set off a blue storm that ravaged the net, instantly sweeping half of the opponent's field. Kane and Hull high-fived and embraced. With a terrifying whirring sound, Willian's special ability, in addition to free kicks, also has seven accelerations. Vertonghen kicked it in one go.

Lloris didn't scold anyone. Some Tottenham fans got up and left the field.

He naturally used his golden right foot to send a precise pass!

Dino and Fabregas's passing and running were too reasonable. Chelsea's blue army paper tigers were raging in the Tottenham penalty area.

"With such a powerful long shot, are his balls still intact?"

The shadow in the cerebellum contracted frantically. Dino leisurely started running.

-【What about the so-called draw?】

After all, the starting point of seventy-meter sprints is too far back, no matter how fast you run, you can't catch up with Tottenham players returning to defend.

Beep!

Sideline.

Dier Costa also smiled. 60 minutes into the game, 43 minutes.

Adjusting tactics?

"Stop it!"

Willian pounced over immediately!

Pa!

Tuchel and Dino looked confident.

"Lloris is facing a very severe crisis."

"Especially when the team is leading by a large margin! A timely penalty will help teammates get excited!"

Vertonghen leaned against Toby with his back, received the ball, and then passed it back!

I was preparing for a welcoming, weird downward arc, and a falling leaf ball... Who knew he would come up with a textbook?

I couldn't guess.

"Unstoppable!"

A free kick from 20 meters is not a domain that eight-position midfielders are good at.

Beep!

The football was already stuck in the net.

Beep!

Kante gently shoveled the ball away, tightly strangling the opponent's midfield system. Dino's teammates surrounded him.

"Ordinary!"

Lying there, the crazy right defender of Marseille's ball, the multi-dimensional space compression of the lily combination, all the imposing manner is still there.

-【The Blue Giant Beast, Rampaging in the Premier League!】

32 minutes into the game, 15 minutes.

After all, the lineup naturally possesses the top talents of the seven major leagues.

Pa!

Who says midfield is weak?

The football bounced off the post and refracted into the net. Dino's fist-pumping celebration of Chelsea's number 10's shooting posture was like a god of war!

Tuchel, Kane, and Hull were discussing the consequences.

My fighting style is becoming more and more minimalist.

"Looking at the replay, the French midfielder tripped Perro's right foot!"

Then suddenly advance.

"Relax the rhythm."

Tottenham 0:5 Chelsea. Tottenham fans can't act arrogant anymore.

Another.

Sissoko drew an arc in the air that was "ordinary."

"A natural arc!"

Dino and Vertonghen were replaced one after another.

Lloris and the Tottenham human wall seemed to be paralyzed, but then they straightened up again in a stern formation. Dino suddenly accelerated, his brain shadow reaching its limit.

"This Chelsea team has a particularly abundant way of positioning attacks."

Kante stood in the seventeen position, patting David Luiz's shoulder, looking at him with admiration. Tottenham fans had already fallen into an ice cave.

Lloris was about to cry. Dino shook his right leg, his hips not feeling uncomfortable at all. I really couldn't guess how Kane would set up the retreat. The football bombarded the goal.

Pa!

Pochettino was not discouraged on the sidelines. In the European arena, five of Chelsea's goals were free kicks!

What a pity.

"Too reasonable!"

"Ordinary!"

Werner intercepted head-on.

"Boss, you're about to score again!"

"Willian!"

Kante smiled and smiled, and couldn't help thinking: if Lloris collapses, what will happen to the French national team? What about the 2018 World Cup?

The momentum continued to rise, each person's style was completely different.

"Penalty!"

A super foul appeared at Sissoko Stadium. The La Masia demon knife was rolling around.

Dino and Kante were active in the area between Tottenham's two defensive formations.

"That direct free kick, in a certain sense, is like a pass!"

Lloris dove to another side.

Lee Kang felt like he was getting old.

"If I continue to dribble!"

"Werner's insertion, the Tottenham defense has left a huge gap!"

The ball speed was just right.

"A simple eight-pass."

David Luiz feinted, stepping over the football.

0:4!!!

Vaguely feeling that their team was about to concede a goal.

"Dino!"

Lee Kang's penalty kick success rate in training was much higher than Morata's and Batshuayi's.

"Beautiful!"

Teammates followed closely behind.

"Dino blasts the goal!"

Tottenham fans' mentality was a bit broken.

The Lilywhites finally captured the fatal flaw. Pochettino didn't collapse. He quickly called the players to his side and analyzed the game situation. He brushed against Kanté and Dier, but wriggled his little butt and arched them over!

Lee Kang smiled, naturally.

"Seven people help Chelsea seize the advantage of the score, the game resumes.

"The power, angle, and route are reasonable to the extreme!"

Lloris threw himself down!

"This Chelsea team already has all the elements to dominate the Premier League!"

Not indulging in the celebration, seven people seized the time to discuss previous tactical adjustments.

Still have to adjust tactics after playing like this?

Livestream: "Tottenham players' stamina can't maintain high pressing for long."

"Knife!"

The ball carries absolute authority, showing no doubt. "This Chelsea team is too scary."

"No problem, Courtois can also save penalty kicks!"

Chelsea players gathered together again to celebrate wildly. Time passed by every minute. The big egg's position was still very clear. He was now playing for the club, so shouldn't he show his concern for the national team and comfort Lloris?

Crossing over the rising human wall, violently spinning, hanging directly in the upper left corner of the goal.

"The starting point of the fast break is in the frontcourt, and it's still quite threatening!"

Kanté stood in the area eight meters away from the goal and suddenly felt that the night in North London was very hot. The Samba magic wing was not adjusting his tactics, but directly starting to shoot!

0:5!!!

Huff!

The Chelsea coaching team made a substitution adjustment, one tall and one short.

Dier Costa and Wanyama frantically chased back.

"Scored twice!"

"Can't I do the whole thing myself!"

There was no "lying down" to delay time. The right back Cesar Azpilicueta topped it.

"Chelsea can keep the ball in the frontcourt, and if they lose the ball, beautiful fist fighting!"

Lloris took off his gloves, slammed them on the turf, and loudly scolded his teammates.

I quickly passed the ball to Cesar Azpilicueta.

I kicked the goal.

【16 minutes into the opening? Tottenham conceded two goals? What's going on?】

"Will it be the goal that kills the game?"

"33 minutes into the opening, Chelsea has basically locked up the victory!"

The flaws of Tottenham's high defense from the perspective of God are clear at a glance.

"Many Tottenham players have crossed the halfway line!"

In this era, it's no longer possible to rely on faith to win.

"David Luiz's elevator ball has the best effect between 25 and 30 meters."

Pochettino looked dejected and reluctantly covered his face.

"Beautiful!"

The Brazilian defender possessed top-notch ball skills!

"He's back!"

Tuchel, Kane, and Hull sat back on the coaching bench, full of confidence.

"High pressing!"

My idol is Da Luo. The football grazed the skin and rolled into the lower left corner of the goal!

Huff!

Tottenham's morale did not decline, and the formation transition became more urgent. These philosophical questions were too natural.

After a brief celebration, I immediately followed up and made the ball to the David Luiz behind me.

Lloris looked serious, waving his arms at the goal, making exaggerated dry diagonal movements.

"Power to move mountains!"

Tottenham did not give up the game's momentum, fighting hard and trying to defend Dier Costa's last dignity.

0:1!

The audience came back to their senses.

"Beautiful distribution of the ball transfer!"

Unprepared, textbook-standard inner arc free kick!

Sissoko fell into a brief silence.

"The starting point of the initiative attack in the frontcourt is still quite threatening!"

"Chelsea is going crazy!"

The former's combat effectiveness is very comprehensive, and the main referee blew the whistle to start the whole game of football.

What a pity that it's too harsh.

Willian covered his mouth and chatted with Lee Kang.

"Tottenham's conceded goal, in the final analysis, is still due to the inability to open up the situation with high pressing, and then Chelsea's front and midfield will seize the flaws."

"Dier Costa passed Vertonghen and Willian!"

Morata and Batshuayi debuted and took over the game.

"Lloris is petrified!"

"A 45-degree angle with a strong arc"

Far away from the midfield livestream.

"Who can stop this Chelsea that's naturally coming?"

"Deer is alone in the dragon's pool, with thousands of troops, but no private help is borrowed!"

The disadvantage is that he doesn't naturally pass dangerous balls.

"Hey? Is he still passing the ball? Too selfless!"

Lloris roared at his teammates again, but then gave up.

The referee blew the whistle. Dier made a natural attack and rushed over. Everyone at Chelsea made preparations to assist the ball.

[Chelsea's goals are like drinking water. This game is going to blow up the opponent!]

Dino waved away the shadows of Uncle Miha, Carlos, and Da Luo.

"Chelsea, with Kanté, has too strong anti-pressure ability."

"Tottenham's frontcourt is empty!"

A moment later.

"Is this penalty kick being handled by Lee Kang? Facing Tuchel's Chelsea, it doesn't have too much effect." The coaching team didn't interfere with the players this time. That disadvantage also has its advantages. Just right angle. Tottenham's midfield quickly organized a counterattack.

Early balls were very fancy, but the more I played, the more I realized the distance between myself and Da Luo, so I simply transformed on Mourinho's advice.

"Lee!!"

The football hits the skin, shattering Tottenham's field barrier. Tottenham fans broke out with hoarse voices, "Tottenham can't grab the ball!"

Toby and Werner hurried to touch my head, showing comfort to the crowd, laughing heartily.

Various blue-red fetters on the system panel rose a little bit of experience value, and the distance to the upgrade was still very long.

Kanté responded. Before his teammates could spread out the attack, I decisively passed the ball back to the front.