CHAPTER 1349: CHAPTER 395: WAR GOD DESCENDS UPON STAMFORD BRIDGE

Because it’s Huang Kaiwen with the ball, and it’s Carragher who’s defending!

These two can both cause Liverpool immense trouble.

This time, Carragher didn’t hesitate and chose to stick out his foot directly.

The movement was too obvious, and he directly shifted his weight, so Huang Kaiwen naturally wouldn’t miss the chance.

He nudged the ball with his right foot, moving it past Carragher into the penalty area.

Ballack and Glen Johnson both rushed in.

But Huang Kaiwen didn’t give anyone an opportunity; he had just moved the ball to his left side with his right foot when he switched his supporting foot and fired a volley with a right-footed turn.

Bang——

Reina dove instantly to block the shot; the ball flew right over his head.

Just as a sliver of relief blossomed in Reina’s heart, hoping the ball would just fly over the bar.

He heard a "Duang" sound.

Immediately, Stamford Bridge turned into a sea of joy.

Reina knew without turning back what had happened.

The goal-scorer Huang Kaiwen ran towards the stands, mimicking the celebratory motion of firing a machine gun with both hands.

Stamford Bridge was set ablaze.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

A hat-trick was not a big deal for Chelsea fans.

They had seen many last season.

What excited them was Huang Kaiwen’s return, with three consecutive goals making them feel their number ten had truly come back to them.

This was more thrilling than any acquisition.

"Ah ah ah!!!"

"Kevin!!!"

"Kevin Goal!!!"

"GoalGoalGoal!"

"A classic Kevin-created goal!"

"This wasn’t originally a chance, but at the moment Gerrard passed back, Kevin, turning around quickly, intercepted in front of Mascherano and successfully passed the ball to Drogba, turning Liverpool’s possession into a Chelsea attack. He then completed a one-two with Drogba, with just one pass from Drogba resulting in an assist."

"Dodging Carragher in the penalty area wasn’t as exhausting for Kevin as taking his shirt off, but immediately twisting for a shot without adjusting—such perfect balance is rare in the football world. This shot’s power surpassed 180 km/h, and Kevin realized he had struck it too hard when he kicked, so after Reina dove, he aimed for underneath the crossbar, cleanly bouncing the ball into the net from the underside of the crossbar."

"This goal perfectly demonstrated Kevin’s game reading, physical quality, and shooting technique. Choosing a more difficult shot not to harm the Liverpool keeper even at the risk of missing, that’s Kevin!!!"

Just less than a week had passed since the last game.

But the difference between the two Chelsea teams was worlds apart.

Every Chelsea fan could keenly feel that the team seemed rejuvenated after Huang Kaiwen’s return, full of vitality.

Previously, Chelsea scored, and they won, but there wasn’t this kind of passion.

You couldn’t see everyone charging forward to celebrate after a goal.

Perhaps only the number ten jersey could bring everyone together firmly.

Benitez rubbed his bald head.

Luckily, he had anticipated this situation.

He somewhat regretted using the mountain toad.

Whether its magic was strong or not, it had no economic value.

If only it were some profitable species like forest frogs.

Even if he couldn’t win, at least it could be sold.

Liverpool players all praised it.

Of course.

Benitez didn’t think his research was wrong.

The magic of toads couldn’t shake Chelsea, indicating Chelsea’s magic was stronger.

The last Chelsea coach was also in the news because of divination or something.

Damn.

Benitez glared at Mourinho, cursing him as a bastard in his heart.

Why always approaching matters off-field?

Three consecutive goals certainly gave Liverpool a significant blow.

Of Liverpool’s starting eleven, only Carragher was the most relaxed.

As long as there was no own goal, it was a victory for him.

Seeing his teammates’ dejected expressions, Carragher clapped his hands and said, "Cheer up, slow the rhythm, play slowly, fall back on counterattacks if necessary, just don’t give up!"

Gerrard felt a bit ashamed.

Quickly rallying, he joined in encouraging his teammates.

A mere back-pass mistake, not something unheard of.

Liverpool restarted the game, maintaining a high level.

That’s the difference between a big club and an ordinary team.

If it were an average team, they’d be thinking about punching the clock, but Liverpool players kept looking for counterattack opportunities.

They had come back from four goals down; that was their confidence.

Gerrard handled the ball more cautiously this time, sending it back as soon as possible.

Lucas, receiving it, drove it forward himself.

His awareness of forward penetration and shot-passing ability are excellent, but he often recklessly charges forward, leaving Liverpool’s midfield easily breached.

However, as a Brazilian, his footwork is still impressive.

After side-stepping Drogba, he didn’t rush to pass to Gerrard.

Chelsea’s focus on defending Gerrard today was stringent.

Lucas, taking small steps forward, waited for Chelsea players to press while giving teammates time to run in.

Deco opted to defend Gerrard.

Ramos charged directly at Lucas.

His position was higher than the two holding midfielders, no wonder Terry complained about the fullbacks always pushing up.

Kuyt instinctively stuck to Huang Kaiwen.

Lucas still did not pass.

Ramos was pressing fast; by the time Lucas wanted to pass, it was too late.

In a panic, Lucas tried to pass right, targeting Kuyt ahead.

Kuyt couldn’t help but curse, "Idiot."

Standing tight with Huang Kaiwen, passing to the front was a call for a speed race between him and Huang Kaiwen?

Not even running, Kuyt already felt he couldn’t grab the ball.

Sure enough, Huang Kaiwen burst out beside him, immediately back-passing.

He then sprinted toward the center.

Kuyt hurried to follow.

The ball was under Terry’s foot, who sent it forward straightaway.

Essien took it, advanced two steps, initially wanting to pass to Huang Kaiwen near the center circle, but the dense defenders around forced him to spread wide right instead.

Ramos took the ball, advanced two steps, and noticing Huang Kaiwen’s signal, swung his arm for a long pass.

Suddenly, Huang Kaiwen darted to the left flank, catching both sides by surprise.

Liverpool players, due to the attacking formation, had few people in midfield or defense.

Chelsea players were assembling an attack, not rushing forward.

As Ramos long-passed, players were shocked to find Huang Kaiwen somehow moved up left-front.

The position for this pass was excellent, though pursued by Glen Johnson from behind and Carragher on the right.

Liverpool defenders made aggressive moves, tired of conceding goals.

Mourinho lamented, observing the field; Huang Kaiwen’s duel ability was decent but he was clearly affected, plus Reina’s decisive charge put the chance at stake.

This opportunity seemed gone.

Yet in the next second.

Mourinho’s eyes widened as Huang Kaiwen chested the ball into the box, leaping to shoot with his left, just evading Reina’s lunge, amidst three defenders managing a shot into the goal.

Mourinho cheered excitedly, hugging Boas, bouncing energetically.

He felt like he forgot something, but it didn’t matter.