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'We're going to stop Chelsea's winning streak.'

'Yes, we're confident we can win Chelsea at home.'

"The fans will create the perfect home atmosphere for us."

Sixth round of the Premier League.

Before the game, the Tottenham manager was very confident.

Mourinho scoffed at this.

He has absolute confidence in his team.

After Villa, Chelsea have only two days to prepare.

September 20th.

The sixth round of the Premier League has begun.

Chelsea are clearly starting to show some fatigue.

Mourinho did not rotate the main team in order to seek stability.

Tottenham's home fans never stopped shouting from the start of the game.

He Tuo felt that he was already hallucinating.

These fans are so noisy.

Some of the fans in the live broadcast room have turned on mute.

"I'm sorry Director Zhan, I really can't stand it."

"Does anyone care, can this game be played?"

"Aren't they tired of shouting like this all the time?"

"No wonder Tottenham Stadium has the best beer sales, now I understand why!"

Tottenham have a lot of stars in their squad.

Twin strikers Robbie Keane and Defoe keep Terry making great tackles.

20th minute of the game.

Defoe received Pedro's pass and turned and fired angrily.

Precise shot connection.

Petr Cech makes a world-class save sideways.

Tottenham dominated after the opening.

After all, it is the hosts and has a home advantage.

Tottenham centre-back Parmarot is the god of war.

Drogba's two shots were blocked by him with his thigh.

Defenders who are on a hot track can make unexpected defensive moves.

Jose Mourinho pondered on the sidelines how to deal with Pamarot.

29th minute of the game.

Frank Lampard went straight to Gudjohnsen.

Pamarot falls to the ground with precision to intercept.

The ball bounces off Pamarot's leg.

He Tuo cut in front of midfield.

Shoot from distance.

The thigh muscles are lumpy and distinct.

The striped muscles of the calf are even more hideous.

He Tuo exerted more strength than breastfeeding.

Smash the ball with all your might.

He Tuo felt that this was the most powerful ball he had ever shot.

Pamarot watched the ball rush towards him.

He couldn't dodge, and he took the ball with his stomach.

"Bang!"

"I..."

Pamarot fell to the ground, his face pale.

Jose Mourinho's eyes lit up on the sidelines.

Isn't that the solution?

"Team doctor, go up and check it out!"

Mourinho actually called Tottenham's team doctor to hurry up and check it.

"Check it carefully."

"Kick if you can, change if you can't, don't force it!"

The Tottenham manager clenched his little fists.

He'd love to give Mourinho a blowback.

Pamarote lifted his clothes.

A distinct piece of red flesh emerges from the stomach.

The live broadcast camera gave a close-up, which scared the fans.

"Damn, is this pregnant?"

"This is being smashed by a big pendulum, it's too exaggerated!"

"It's too scary, He Tuo's shooting power is too great!"

Tottenham's doctor stretched out his finger and touched it slightly.

Pamarot immediately let out a wail of pain.

It is clear that it is impossible to hold on.

The stretcher team immediately came into play.

He Tuo was very guilty when he followed the stretcher.

"Pamarote, I didn't mean to."

Pamarote naturally knows.

He patted He Tuo and said it was okay.

"It's okay, it's normal to play football."

"Don't take it personally, I don't blame you."

He Tuo has been following the stretcher to help Pamarot get off the field.

The fans also gave him a round of applause.

He Tuo did feel a little guilty.

Mourinho patted him on the head.

"Keep playing, I'll take you to visit him after the game."

He Tuo nodded.

Not intentionally, though.

But He Tuo's shot directly took Tottenham's main defender off the field.

The rest of Tottenham's players were visibly stunned.

Especially when He Tuo shoots.

No one wants to be a patient with Pâmarote.

In the 40th minute of the game, the deadlock was finally broken.

Makelele swept in the midfield position.

Simon's pass was a little less powerful and was cut off by Makelele.

Makelele swings his long legs and dribbles forward.

Frank Lampard and Ho Tuo cut forward on a left and a right.

Makelele passes the ball to Frank Lampard.

Frank Lampard doesn't stop passing the ball straight to Ho Tuo.

He Tuo also kept passing the ball.

He observed Drogba in the box in advance.

The passing route has already been formed in the mind.

Push the pass with the right foot.

Drogba forced a turn.

Without Pamarot, Atuba is no match for him.

Drogba turned around and raised his foot to shoot.

The burst from close range left Robinson powerless.

Jose Mourinho falls to his knees and raises his arms in celebration.

Drogba celebrated domineeringly, with ferocity in his eyes.

Tottenham's home stadium was instantly silent.

The fans stopped shouting.

Helplessness, grievances, and sad emotions appeared on the faces of Tottenham fans.

The Tottenham manager shook his head helplessly.

Now it's the turn of the Chelsea fans to rejoice.

"Why don't you scream?"

"Don't you like to scream?"