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As soon as Terry sighed in his heart, Lu Chenfeng's head touched the football and hit the upper right corner of the goal.

At this time, the future Real Madrid goalkeeper Courtois, who was still a little immature, spread his arms and flew away, but the football fell into the net first!

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!"

The Manchester United fans at the scene suddenly boiled and celebrated for the team's lead.

Lu Chenfeng rushed to the sidelines waving his hands, and slid and kneeled at Stamford Bridge!

If you don't count those Premier League games he didn't play in, this was the last Premier League stadium he conquered.

He left a scratch and a mark of his own here.

Even if he will be cleared by the arena staff, the meaning will not be.

An Asian, in the most competitive Premier League in European football, has conquered almost all the home courts of the Premier League teams!

Manchester United players rushed to Lu Chenfeng to celebrate with him.

Mourinho on the sidelines also had a smile on his face and applauded Lu Chenfeng.

In the restricted area, the veteran captain of the blue army, Terry, who had just been crushed and hit by Lu Chenfeng at high altitude, just got up from the ground at this moment, with his hands on his hips feeling a little helpless.

He felt a little helpless and lonely in his heart, and felt that his physical condition was really not as good as before.

Even if they couldn't beat Lu Chenfeng before, there wouldn't be such a big gap just now.

Absolutely won't play tricks and still be overwhelmed by the opponent...

Someone once asked the well-known Real Madrid midfielder Beckham a question, when did he decide to officially retire?

Beckham replied without hesitation. When Messi passed me easily, I suddenly felt, oh, forget it, let's go.

Now Terry feels the same way in his heart.

Perhaps this is his last season or two with the Blues.

When someone asks him in the future, he may say the same.

Oh, it was the time when the Huaxia wind easily crushed him and scored a header.

The other Chelsea players looked back with helplessness on their faces, ready to restart the game.

They've faced every other opponent in the Premier League this season with enough confidence to beat them.

Including Liverpool, Tottenham, Arsenal.

But now, against an [-]-game winning streak for the first time, they feel powerless.

Moreover, Lu Chenfeng's head-butt just now also symbolized that they would not be able to get the extra bonus this week.

The 200 million euro locker room is divided among [-] to [-] people, at least [-] to [-] euros...

Ugh……

In the coaching seat on the sidelines, Conte had maintained a passionate command style not long ago, but now he sat back with some misfire.

Against a team like Manchester United, basically if you concede the ball first, you can declare the game over.

This is the basic guarantee for the team led by Mourinho.

Lu Chenfeng, Lu Chenfeng, is indeed a player with terrifying finishing ability.

As long as you get a chance, you can basically blast the ball into the goal.

And at the VIP seat at the scene at the moment, Abramovich took another sip of wine and looked at the court with a dull gaze.

"Terry got knocked down? That's a real monster player."

Abu didn't feel angry at all, and calmly spoke to the rich people beside him.

"Do you want to buy it now?"

Someone asked with a smile.

"We can fight for it, I think."

Abu pursed his lips and nodded, affirming the statement, and then he couldn't help but said, "Does anyone want to take a gamble?"

"The bet is 200 million. Anyway, our players can't get the 200 million."

"What are you betting on?" Many people present were able to grit their teeth and take out 200 million to gamble, and asked inertially.

"Bet on the number of goals scored by Lu Chenfeng in this game."

Abu looked back at the people in the rich circle, and said with a smile: "The participants will report a number, and each person will contribute 200 million to form a prize pool."

"Those who finally guess correctly share the money in the prize pool."

After the words fell, many people thought about it for a while, and then one after another, people came to sit next to Abu.

"Then come one, two goals."

"One shot with one shot and three goals for a hat-trick."

"One goal, just this kick, and then Mourinho made a substitution in the second half."

"Two goals."

"..."

More and more people participated in the gambling, until finally Abu got acquainted, and there were 21 rich VIPs...

Counting his own 200 million, the total prize pool will reach a staggering 400 million euros.

With this money, I could have bought Lu Chenfeng back then, and there is still some left over...

But definitely not now.

"I bet on two goals. This is the safest bet. If you bet on two goals just now, wait to win."

Abu said a word, and finally compared a number.

In this way, this huge amount of gambling was carried out in the VIP seats at Stamford Bridge.

The 22 rich men who placed bets are all people who know each other and have a certain reputation, and they will definitely not renege on their debts in the end.

In the following period of time, they spent a period of torment and anticipation.

The 200 million may not be a big deal for a rich man like Abramovich who is worth hundreds of millions.

But for those who are worth tens of millions, or even just over ten million, that is a huge expense.

They are all looking forward to their final victory, so as to share the total prize pool.

This is a huge bonus...

Under the anticipation of everyone, the game on the field continued.

In the 309th minute of the game, Manchester United took a corner kick and Martial scored a goal from the back.

Two to zero!

This is also the final score before the end of the first half.

During the intermission, many wealthy people drank a few more glasses of red wine, and did not refocus their attention on the football field until the game resumed.

"I actually feel that two goals are the most stable. The probability of one goal and three goals is not very high."

Someone said something, which was approved by most of the rich people who pressed two goals.

"Yes, Lu Chenfeng's ability is obvious to all, and there is great hope of scoring another goal."

"But if you say you scored two more goals, then I'm sorry, the Blues' defense is not that weak."

"The situation is like this."

"Yes, so I played two goals."

And in the fiery atmosphere here, the other rich men behind them couldn't help but want to join in.

They came over and asked about Abu who organized the bet.

"Starting from the second half, every next 10 minutes, the entry amount will add 50 euros until the No. 80 minute before the game."

Abramovich came up with a reasonable way and agreed to the gambling request of these people.

Soon, the number of people in the game increased to about thirty, and it was still increasing at a rate of one person every two minutes.

"boom!!!"

Until the No. 703 minute of the game, a heavy cannonball sounded throughout the field.

Abramovich looked towards Chelsea's goal and saw that the football had already flown into the net.

Long shot.

Lu Chenfeng scored another goal for Manchester United with a long shot.

Three to zero!

Lu Chenfeng scored twice.

"Damn it, I'm really convinced."

"It's okay for Kanter to chase the ball back earlier. Lu Chenfeng must be given such a large space."

"Don't he know the strength that Lu Chenfeng possesses now?"

"Ugh."

In the VIP viewing seats, the wailing sounds of many rich people sounded.

Obviously, what they just pressed was that Lu Chenfeng's final goal count was just one goal.

Now, these people have been completely declared out.

"Make a note and make a note, and ask your financial assistant to remit the money to my card later."

Abu took out a notebook and a pen from the bag of the female assistant beside him, handed them to those who had just made a ball, and asked them to write an IOU.

Counting at a glance, there are as many as eleven of these people, and they are the group with the largest number of people who gamble beyond two goals.

After they lost the bet, most of them were not in the mood to watch the game anymore, turned around and left the court, and went to pay Abramovich with a dark face.

As for whether you want to escape the order?

I'm sorry, of course not.

You don't want your wife to know that you can't get along in the wealthy business circle of the British Peninsula, do you?

Next, those who stayed continued to focus on the field.

The time for the game is running out, and those who bet on two goals may really start to divide the prize pool.

Many people rubbed their hands and waited quietly for the end of the game.

on the field.

At this moment, the Chelsea players are already playing very uncomfortable.

On the one hand, they want to attack and score another goal, on the other hand, they are afraid of losing to a bigger score.

After hesitating for a long time, it was Conte's shout from the sidelines that gave them clear instructions.

"Get out!"

Conte is very clear that the result of this game has been decided, so if this is the case, what are you afraid of?

I definitely need this kind of strong team's defense to hone my offensive ability in the frontcourt, and strive to play better in the second half of the league.

Otherwise, what's the point of defending all the time? Not only will the mentality of the players completely collapse, but their self-confidence will even be hit in the future.

With the league championship almost impossible, Conte can only take the next best thing and try to keep the Champions League seat.

From the current point of view, Chelsea's hope is not small.

On the court, Chelsea's offensive came.

They changed their previous style and launched a counterattack storm in the last 10 minutes or so of the game.

As many as eight players rushed into Manchester United's half during the attack, giving the United defenders a strong pressure.

In this case, the arrival of a goal may not be too far away.

The subsequent trend on the field also proved this point.

In the 804th minute of the game, Chelsea played a wave of fast and exquisite pass coordination through the number of midfielders, tearing up Manchester United's defense and handing the ball to winger Hazard.