"Okay, the second half of the match has begun. Chelsea substituted Mikel in the defensive midfield position with Hazard, the new signing who made an appearance against Arsenal last time, during halftime."
"In that case, Hazard and Ribery should each play on one side, and Fabregas should be in Mikel's position."
"However, compared to Mikel, his position will definitely be more forward, with a focus on attack."
"It seems Benitez is preparing to go all out. He has placed almost all his good players in the frontcourt. The luxury of Chelsea's frontcourt lineup is now almost close to Arsenal's!"
"I think Benitez should be very clear about what Abramovich invited him here for and gave him hundreds of millions of pounds in transfer fees for."
"If he can't win the Premier League title and can't win in the competition with the city team Arsenal, then his position will immediately become precarious."
"Before that, Mourinho had already been rumored to be linked with Abramovich. It is said that the madman may return to Chelsea for a second time. This news may have already made him feel pressured."
"..."
Benitez suppressed the tension and melancholy on his face, pretending to be relaxed as he stood on the sidelines, sometimes with his hands in his pockets, sometimes with his arms crossed. He was looking forward to the team being able to pull back the first goal first.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of passing the Football echoed continuously on the field. Chelsea's star players in the frontcourt launched a fierce attack after coming up in the second half.
The alienated Avengers trio seemed to have reconciled and regained their trust in each other, and their cooperation became more tacit. Obviously, they could think clearly after calming down that they could not have conflicts in this kind of game.
Compared to sulking, winning and overshadowing Maël is the top priority! "Bang!" In the 52nd minute of the game, when Fabregas dribbled the Football to the right, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly twisted his ankle and rubbed the bottom of the Football on the opposite side, lifting the Football and hitting it towards Hazard, who was in a weak position.
After passing the Football, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, but it was definitely worth it to catch Arsenal's defense off guard at this cost.
"Deng deng deng!"
"Bang bang... Pa!"
When Sagna fluctuated over to prepare to defend Hazard one-on-one, the latter had already gained Speed and momentum. His feet kept dialing and buttoning the Football back and forth like ghost shadows, and finally got rid of Sagna with an extremely fast change of direction.
Sagna had a bitter look on his face. In the first half, he encountered Ribery, who was in the most energetic and peak state, and his Stamina had already been greatly consumed.
As a result, at the beginning of the second half, he encountered Hazard, the Ligue 1 dribbling king with plenty of Stamina. In this case, he was definitely doomed to be passed and lose his position.
"Bang!!"
After observing, Hazard picked a Cross to the back post. Ribery feigned a run behind Kyle Walker, and then suddenly changed direction and went around in front of Kyle Walker at the moment the Football arrived, stretching out a foot to poke the Football. "Bang!"
It was too late when Kyle Walker discovered it. In a panic, he leaned over with his body. Although he knocked down Ribery, who was maintaining his balance on one leg, he could not prevent the goal.
"Shua!" The Football touched the net, and the eyes of the Stamford Bridge home fans suddenly lit up. The atmosphere in the stadium was completely renewed, and overwhelming cheers rang out, "Yeahhhhh!!"
Even some people who had already felt that the game was hopeless and were getting up to walk towards the exit jumped up happily when they saw the goal and jogged back to their seats.
Ribery quickly got up from the ground, waved and shouted towards the stands behind the goal. After a simple celebration, he did not waste time, hooked Hazard's shoulder, who had already picked up the Football, and ran all the way towards his own half.
"Pa pa pa!!"
Benitez on the sidelines clapped his hands vigorously with an excited expression, and the muscles on his face were twitching unnaturally. Hope reappeared in his eyes, "Keep going! Guys, believe in yourselves! We have never lost in the Premier League!"
Needless to say, this game is of great significance to him. If he loses two games in the confrontation with Arsenal before the halfway point, and falls behind in the top spot after losing the Community Shield Cup championship, then Abramovich is likely to ask him to leave.
Abramovich dismisses coaches without any mercy, and will not consider the length of time in office. If they don't play well, they will be directly dismissed.
"Huff," Benitez exhaled, turning around to pretend to stroll a few steps, then glancing seemingly unintentionally in Wenger's direction, wanting to see the other man's expression.
He found that Wenger was unmoved, without even a flicker of emotion, instead still exuding an aura of confidence.
It was as if he had no worries about Chelsea equalizing or even taking the lead after this goal; he still firmly believed that Arsenal would emerge victorious.
This discovery caused a slight ripple in Benitez's heart, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
However, the feeling wasn't strong, so he didn't pay it much attention.
"Bip!!"
"Chelsea Chelsea!!"
Returning to the game, Chelsea, buoyed by the momentum of their recent goal, seized the initiative in a short period.
"Bang bang... bang!"
But they couldn't afford to relax; Arsenal's defense remained solid after falling behind, and their counterattacks were still sharp. The defensive line led by Thiago Silva was difficult to breach, and Maël and Bale's Speed and impact often wreaked havoc on Chelsea's defense.
In the 62nd minute, Chelsea launched a series of attacks.
Hazard, with the ball, once again began to break through against Sagna, then swept the ball towards the center just before Sagna could make a sliding tackle.
The Football bypassed several Arsenal defenders, then hit Arteta, changing direction and creating chaos in Arsenal's penalty area, allowing Benzema to break through in the confusion.
A golden opportunity!
"Benzema!! Oh, he actually pushed the ball straight into the arms of goalkeeper Lloris! It was so close!"
It was as if a black pot had suddenly appeared behind Benzema, and he knelt on the ground, pounding the turf and lamenting his missed chance.
"Bang!!"
Because of this, he didn't notice Fabregas following up at the second Penalty Kick spot, who struck a Volley towards the goal with the instep of his foot.
The Football once again flew rapidly towards Arsenal's goal, prompting Lloris to anticipate the landing point and fly out, but no one expected Benzema, who had just straightened up, to suddenly and miraculously block the shot.
"Thwack!!" The Football slammed into his back and flew high into the air, Mertesacker reacting quickly to kick the ball out of bounds for a clearance.
Not in!
"Ah!!" Amidst the sighs that echoed throughout the stadium, Benitez and many others covered their faces and arched their backs, some even kneeling on the ground.
Benzema stood up in a daze and looked back, seeing Fabregas's murderous gaze. Realizing what he had done, his entire face contorted, and he let out a painful wail to the sky.
The black pot on his back seemed to have grown larger, even filled with oil, roasting him over a fire.
"Come on come on!!"
Of course, Chelsea's players and fans weren't pushovers; they knew the moment had passed, and they treated it with a calm heart, encouraging each other to look forward.
Taking a step back, this could be considered a good offensive attempt; they had shown their strength, and their momentum was even stronger.
"Bang!!" Fabregas took the ensuing corner kick, and Chelsea center-back David Louis managed to get a head to it, but the Football went over the crossbar.
"Hi hi!!"
Maël waved his hand at Lloris in the attacking third, signaling him to kick the ball directly to his vicinity.
He had been a bit quiet lately, but that didn't mean he was running less, nor did it mean he wasn't playing seriously; on the contrary, he had been giving it his all.
It was just that Chelsea had been playing well, not giving him many opportunities.
His desire to hold the ball was still strong. As soon as there was an opening, he would run; as soon as he was in a good position, he would ask for the ball.
After all, this match had a special meaning for him. Wenger's words were still echoing in his ears, and he still had anger and determination, desire, and even hunger!
"Bang!"
Lloris indeed passed the ball over this time, a long pass that was high, far, and with moderate speed.
Maël glanced back. Ivanović quickly stuck to him, using his right leg to hook out from the side of his thigh, trying to disrupt the football and interfere with his center of gravity.
He ignored it for the moment, only leaning back hard when controlling the ball.
"Thump!"
With just this simple move, Ivanović, now renowned in European Football World, fell to the ground in a sorry state once again, while Maël completed the Ball Control and turned around with ease.
"Fill the gap!!"
"Help defend!!"
"Come over! Quick!"
"Reduce the distance between the two lines! Compress the space! Ramires, you're too far from Fabregas! Watch out for the gap!"
Chelsea's defense became chaotic, with shouts ringing out constantly. They quickly compressed their defense, preparing to resist Maël's impact.
"Bang!!"
But no one expected that after Maël looked up and saw them like this, he would directly send a diagonal long pass towards their back.
In the center-back position, Terry looked up to judge the landing point. After realizing that he had no hope of winning the header, he turned around first, and then observed the situation behind him because he knew that Maël rarely made random or inaccurate passes.
If you see the opponent passing, it's best to react first, because the landing point he's aiming for will definitely have someone there.
"Thump thump thump!!"
Sure enough, Bale rushed into their back at high Speed from the right wing position, and the football accurately landed on his chest after he started sprinting at high Speed.
He hardly needed to do anything, continuing to rush forward, using the forward momentum to push the ball forward, he could control the football and break into the penalty area.
"Another master-class pass! Arsenal's two wings flying together are really hard to defend!
"With so many people going to Maël, Bale is exposed, and at this time, as a first-class winger, his fangs will also be revealed, and he will bite you hard!
"But if you don't pay attention to Maël, he can solve the problem himself... You know, Maël's dribbling data in the first few rounds of the Premier League is 93 attempted dribbles, with 79 successful dribbles, a very terrifying probability!
"Bale... has entered the penalty area! He has controlled the ball with his foot and adjusted to his left foot!!"
Near the Penalty Kick spot, Bale casually moved the ball to the left, pretending to curl it into the far corner, but before shooting, he flicked his wrist and hit the near corner.
"Bang! Swish!" The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. This feint to the east and attack to the west One-on-One is always hard for goalkeepers to defend against.
Four to one!
Arsenal scored another goal! "It's still a goal related to Maël! I don't know what to say, he is the superstar on the field at this moment, the one with the most dazzling light!!" "He is definitely a different player from others. If a player occasionally has this kind of performance, people can understand it and won't be too surprised, but Maël is obviously not."
"Every time his career reaches a new high, it's not his true limit. He will gradually turn this new high into his norm in the coming period!" Chelsea's newly rising momentum was stifled. Football and reality are like this: if you don't seize the opportunity, you will be punished, and those with high efficiency will win everything."
...
Bale spread his hands, like the Monkey King descending, and shouted with a big laugh, "Come on!" running to the sidelines to high-five the fans.
Maël followed suit. This was his 6th Premier League assist, and also the assist that put him at the top of the Premier League assists chart.
After improving his passing level, it seems his assist efficiency has truly increased. Of course, this is also related to the good shooting form of his teammates today.
In short, he will definitely win the Assists Leader of the Premier League and various competitions this season!
The English Football World Grand Slam is waving to him from ahead!
"What are you doing?!"
On the sidelines, amidst the sorrowful faces of Chelsea's substitutes and fans, Benitez helplessly spread his hands towards his disheartened disciples, "Concentrate! Why give away a One-on-One?"
He didn't expect that after pulling back a goal, the next goal wouldn't be Chelsea's, but their opponent Arsenal's.
Even more unexpectedly, this team, after running-in and adjustment, was once again kicked to a score of four to one by Arsenal. Moreover, there was still time left in the game, and a team whose mentality went up and down and ultimately downwards was very likely to concede another goal.
Behind him, a Chelsea assistant coach secretly put on his glasses and glanced towards the middle of the VIP stands.
Abramovich was sitting there with his female assistant. The face that often showed a smile was devoid of it, replaced only by suppressed anger and indifference.
That worried look made it easy to associate it with Benitez's position. It seemed that the boss's anger and patience were reaching their limit.
After all, his money didn't come from nowhere. With such investment and such a desire to avenge Arsenal and carry the banner of the English league, he would indeed become very impatient.
And so, Chelsea, who had just been glorious for a while, took a sharp turn for the worse in all aspects. Stamford Bridge was once again shrouded in a layer of Red and White haze, suffocating the Blues fans.
"I'm not watching anymore!"
"What is this?!"
"They can't score many goals, and they can't defend. What is Benitez adjusting in the team? Tying a dog to the coach's seat would result in the same."
"Get lost!"
The fans clamored angrily, and many people began to leave again.
Some of the sounds and images also entered Abramovich's eyes and ears, making the oligarch's face even gloomier.
"Any recent news from Mourinho? I heard he doesn't want to stay at Real Madrid and wants to seek new challenges," Abramovich asked his female assistant with a dark face.
"Sir, be calm."
The female assistant had been with Abramovich for a long time, and she immediately advised, "We can't change coaches so frequently, and we can't dismiss someone who has spent a lot of money after only a few games.
"Benitez is doing very well, 7 wins and 1 draw, this is an unprecedented start for us.
"Honestly... well, actually, losing to Arsenal isn't shameful, ah, I mean, we can't help it, almost all Premier League teams lose to them."
Seeing Abramovich's face getting darker and darker, she quickly changed her angle and said, "Do you remember when you first came to Chelsea, when you started investing heavily?
"At that time, the coach was Ranieri, an Italian who had never coached a big club. Just when people thought you would dismiss him and replace him with a famous coach, you gave him many opportunities and let him stay.
"That approach was the right one. Sometimes we have to give the head coach a chance. After all, Benitez has only just arrived, while Wenger has been with this team for almost 20 years."
Abramovich glared at the female assistant and retorted, "Real Madrid's coach won't stay in the job because of eight consecutive wins against Mallorca and Granada. They'll leave when they lose in the competition with Barcelona, especially when the loss is ugly."
The female assistant wanted to say that Real Madrid and Barcelona were different from Arsenal and Chelsea, but after glancing at Abramovich, she chose not to provoke him.
Abramovich shifted his gaze to the field, and then naturally focused on Maël, who was sprinting.
Looking at his strong body and swift impact, he had a feeling that this green field was made for him, and the sunlight could only shine on him alone.
"Bang!"
Abramovich suddenly slammed the table in front of him. "If only I had bought him with a more ambitious price when he was at Sheffield United."
"Look now, the attacking line bought for nearly 200 million pounds is no match for him alone! If I had given Arsenal 100 million at that time, ha, or even less, 60 million pounds, we would have got him."
The female assistant resisted the urge to roll her eyes, thinking that if they had known earlier, Chelsea could have gathered a super front line of Maël, Ronaldo, and Messi, the best 11 players in the world.
"Boom!!"
Just then, in the 74th minute of the match, Bale attracted the attention of the defenders on the right, Sagna inserted from the back, and kicked a cross of extremely high quality to find the center.
Van Persie stretched his foot in front of Terry and poked the ball into the net! Another one! Five to one!
After running-in, Chelsea was still vulnerable in front of Arsenal.
"Yeahh!!"
"FuckB!!"
Amid the cheers and curses, Abramovich gritted his teeth and stood up, squeezed out a few forced smiles, nodded and greeted the dignitaries around him, and then quickly walked to the inside of his private box.
The female assistant followed, and as soon as she closed the door, she heard Abramovich roaring furiously, "Get out! Get out, all of you!"
Abramovich became a table cleaning master, overturning all the fruit plates, wine, and dessert plates on the table, stomping on them a few times, and almost slipped on the greasy cream.
"What's the use of seven wins and one draw, what's the use of the same points! Easily defeated! Easily defeated!!
"Losing five goals at home, what will happen when we go to the away game? Will we be massacred? We were the Champions League champions last season, and Arsenal is just a Champions League last 16 team! "I""
Amid Abramovich's roar, Chelsea then scored the second goal of the game, changing the score to two to five, which was slightly better.
"Boom!!"
But in the 88th minute of the match, when Maël's scalpel-like ground pass drew an arc from the left and rolled behind Chelsea's defense, the hearts of all Chelsea players were once again uncontrollably raised.
It was Van Persie again, rushing out of the defense like a ghost, and then dribbling the ball into the penalty area with his not-so-fast Speed, steadily Side-Foot Shot to the right.
"Swish!"
"Aaaahhhh!"
Arsenal fans seemed to be welcoming Christmas in advance. Many people touched their chests, feeling scared. Fortunately, they came to the scene of today's game and witnessed such a bizarre top-of-the-table battle.
Six to two!!
"Bang!!" Abramovich started smashing the wine cabinet. The female assistant couldn't stop him and called in two bodyguards to help persuade him.
"Hey!! Hey!!"
Benitez blew his beard and glared, roaring on the sidelines with saliva flying, expressing his dissatisfaction to the players. Behind him were Chelsea fans with ashen faces, completely stunned.
He seemed to understand that if he didn't vent his emotions at this moment, he might not have another chance in the future.
Two to six. It seemed like they only conceded one more goal than in the Community Shield Cup final, which was one to four, but the difference between the two was definitely not just one goal, or even two.
The humiliation within was even harder to describe.
"Van Persie with a brace!! He seems to have found his form from last season. If he can still score 30 goals in the Premier League this season, then the strength of this Arsenal team is unimaginable!!" And Lionel Maël! This 19-year-old player, who deserves all the praise, has completed another Assists Leader hat-trick!!"
"2 goals and 3 assists, creating 5 goals single-handedly! I believe he has left an indelible memory for the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge today. He is like a destroyer, shattering all dignity here and tearing apart all faces here!!"
"Beep!! Beep! Beep——!!"
Soon after, the referee finally blew the whistle to end the match, ending the nightmare for the Chelsea people.
"The game is over. Arsenal has ended the battle for the top spot in the Premier League's 9th round with a big win! At the same time, they have also completed an incredible 47-game unbeaten streak across seasons!!"
"They are only 3 games away from surpassing their previous record of 49 unbeaten games! They are also only 12 games away from surpassing Milan's 58 unbeaten games!! They have cleared most of the obstacles, and today they have climbed over the last high mountain in an incredible way! Next, it may be their journey of conquest!!"
...
Inside the stadium, most of the photographers rushed towards Maël, taking pictures of the 'miracle' player after the game.
In the camera lens, Maël was lying on the ground panting, and then made a gesture of pointing to the sky with both fingers to celebrate.
However, unlike in the past, there was no smile on his face this time, and even joy was rare. All that was visible was a sense of elation, with a slightly provocative expression.
Somewhere in the stands, Richard Scudamore, wearing leather gloves and a black coat, rested his hand on his chin, with his index finger next to his nose, in a thoughtful pose.
His eyes were fixed on one direction. At first, his eyes were numb, but after a while, this numbness was replaced by worry, and even turned into hesitation and fear in the end.
That 19-year-old kid has brought too much to this league, but he is also really scary.
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