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Defoe in the middle circle kicked the ball to Sigurdsson, and the focus of the eighth round officially started!

The football was quickly passed to Caulker at the back.

Seeing that Marven Ye didn't press up, Caulker simply dribbled the ball to the center circle before passing it to Kyle Walker on the right.

Kyle Walker took the ball and went straight to the bottom.

Modric in the middle immediately went to defend, but the little tank had already rushed up.

Seeing Hazard in front of him blocking the way, he passed the ball to Lennon.

Lennon glanced at Ashley Cole, an old teammate—without any temptation, he accelerated to the bottom.

But he missed the cross, because Ashley Cole was very familiar with him, so he didn't give him a chance to cross!

In desperation, Lennon could only hit the ball back.

The ball was handed over to Kyle Walker who plugged in.

"Oh!"

Kyle Walker made a direct cross.

Inside the restricted area, a very short but fast figure directly rushed to the front!

"Boom!"

Defoe grabbed the front point and directly shook his head to attack the goal!

Van Dyke next to him turned around obviously slowly——

"Defoe nice grab point!"

"Van Dyke's turn around is too slow!"

"It's really like an aircraft carrier turning around!"

"However, Defoe's header level still needs to be improved, and it did not pose a threat to Cech!"

Zhang Lu chuckled, "This attack is actually sending out a signal, that is, Tottenham don't intend to slow down this game, they just play fast with Chelsea!"

Zhan Jun also nodded, "The fans will be happy in this way!"

Tottenham's offense is indeed advancing very fast.

1 minutes 32 seconds.

Bell dribbled the ball from the left wing and passed Azpilicueta with one acceleration!

"Oh!"

Another beautiful cross.

But Tottenham's frontcourt players were still a bit short, and David Luiz rushed directly to the top to make a clearance.

The football fell outside the penalty area, and Sandro, who was ambushing here, shot directly!

"Oh!"

"Nice volley!"

"Oops! The bottom line of football is sticking to the post!" Zhang Lu also exhaled, "It's such a pity!"

"The difficulty of this volley is not small, and there are too many people in the penalty area, and the angle that can be used for Sandro is not big anymore!"

At the beginning, Tottenham's continuous offense compressed Chelsea's formation to a small size.

Chelsea's players don't seem to be in the mood yet--

5 minutes 38 seconds.

Vertonghen on the left overwhelmed halftime and passed the ball directly to Bell!

Bell took the ball to the side!

"Oh!"

Direct Bigfoot cross!

The football was slightly stronger and passed to the back point.

Lennon, who was on the back point, reacted quickly, grabbing the ball in the direction of the small penalty area before Ashley Cole.

Defoe in the middle rushed to flatter him!

"Oh!"

The moment the football landed, Defoe volleyed directly——

Cech in front of the goal quickly pressed out, and directly blocked the ball out of the goal with his chest!

"what--"

The fans at the scene burst into sighs!

What a pity this ball!

It would be great if they entered-then they can play the defensive counterattack that Tottenham is best at!

You must know that Tottenham's frontcourt is full of fast horses, and the counterattack speed is not slower than Chelsea!

This is also the reason why Villas-Boas can lead Tottenham to four consecutive victories, especially the game against Manchester United-he played the defensive counterattack to the extreme.

You must know that the second generation of Mourinho is not called for nothing!

"Tottenham have been under too much pressure during this period, and Chelsea are a bit overwhelmed!"

"Zhang Zhi, do you think Tottenham can score first?"

Zhang Lu nodded earnestly, "Of course it is possible! Tottenham's team lineup is capable of entering the top four even if Modric is sold. Although Chelsea have won all seven games, they are weak teams except for Arsenal— —Many people are optimistic that Tottenham will beat Chelsea at home! And judging from the current momentum, Tottenham should score soon!"

Perhaps Zhang Lu's mouth was opened!

11 minutes 21 seconds.

Tottenham take the ball on the right.

With his back to Ashley Cole behind him, Lennon knew it was difficult to get down, so he simply dribbled the ball laterally.

At this time, Defoe in front has already moved diagonally!

Lennon made a long pass without saying a word.

The football landed in the space on the right side of the field.

Defoe's speed was very fast, Van Dijk was about to lose track, so he had no choice but to stretch out his feet and bring Defoe down!

Tactical foul!

The referee's whistle sounded immediately, and Van Dijk was directly shown a yellow card——

Van Dyke could only helplessly spread his hands!

No way, Defoe's speed is too fast. A tall central defender like him can only defend against a speedy forward if he stands in advance!

Once the opponent speeds up, the best way is to foul.

Otherwise, the opponent will be single-handedly holding the ball——

Bale takes a set kick but the ball is cleared by David Luiz.

12 minutes 26 seconds.

Tottenham's left throw-in.

The Tottenham players were not in a hurry, but waited for Bell to come back before throwing a penalty.

Bell stopped the ball easily and faced Azpilicueta in front!

His feet stepped on the bicycle on top of the football.

Suddenly, Bell, who was holding the ball, shook his shoulders and made a gesture of breaking through the baseline. Azpilicueta in front of him shook slightly.

But at the next moment, Bell decided to speed up and cut inside!

Seeing that Azpilicueta was so relaxed, Kanter immediately came to make up for it.

But Bell adjusted his state, and went straight to the bag——

"Oh!"

The football drew a wonderful arc in the air and flew to the upper right corner of the goal!

Cech in front of the door reacted extremely quickly, and his body flew into the air instantly.

The huge palm slapped the football——

"Touched!"

Cech's fingertips felt a real touch, but the next moment there was a roar of shouts and tsunami!

"gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

"Gareth~~~~~~~~~ Bell!!!"

"Beautiful cut-in shot!"

"This is Bell!"

"His strength is definitely not much weaker than Ye!!!"

After scoring the goal, Bell made a heart gesture with both hands and rushed to the corner——

In the corner he lifted his clothes, revealing the vest underneath!

There is also a line written inside: iwill never leave tottenham!

[I will never leave Tottenham! 】

The fans at the scene suddenly shouted excitedly.

One by one jumped up from the stools, and the diehard stands even sang the song they had prepared earlier in the morning.

"weare the king of london! chelsea is just nouveau riche!"

[Translation: We are the kings of London!Chelsea is just an upstart! 】

This is written specifically to mock Chelsea!

And fans held up huge posters about Modric!

There is also a line of small characters written on it: modric, getoutofhere! you'reatraitor!

[Translation: Modric, get out, you are a traitor! 】

The expressions of the Chelsea players on the field became dignified.

They were very relaxed before the start of the game, but they didn't expect to be scored just after the start——

Of course, there is an objective reason why Chelsea's players performed poorly.

At least 70% of their team is the absolute main force of the national team. In the current starting lineup, except for Kanter, everyone else played the international match day.

In terms of physical fitness, it is naturally worse.

Although Tottenham are a strong team in the Premier League, they must have fewer international players than Chelsea.

So Chelsea's physical problems are even bigger.

Now it's raining again-in fact, it has virtually increased the physical energy consumption of the players.

Of course, the fans don't care about this.

Seeing their home team score, they can celebrate as much as they want——

Ye Chen applauded and shouted loudly, "Don't lose heart, give me the ball if you have one, and I'll score!"

As the captain, it is natural to stand up at this time.

Of course, Ye Chen is not the kind of person who likes to talk big, he is more used to prove everything with actions.

So he intends to use goals to arouse the fighting spirit of the players like Ibrahimovic!

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle again.

Ye Chen kicked the ball to Mata, while he ran towards the opponent's half.