Chen Huan's roar made the surrounding Manchester United players look at him.

"Hey, wake up, Rafael!"

Chen Huan grabbed the indirect person who was dribbled past by Hazard and led to the goal.

"What's up with your expression?"

"What's up with your expressions?"

"The game isn't over yet! Are we going to give up?"

Chen Huan turned his eyes away from Rafael's face, looked at everyone, and said loudly,"No! We came all the way from Manchester to London, not to play a few minutes in this damn Stamford Bridge, and then go home in disgrace after a defeat."

"Right? We want to win, and we still have time. We just had countless chances to score in front of Chelsea's goal, and we just lacked a little luck."

Mata also came back to his senses, he raised his hands and clapped vigorously, and said loudly:"Chen is right, we are only one goal behind, it's no big deal. Everyone concentrate, there are still more than 20 minutes, enough!"

The faces of Manchester United players gradually regained their color, and De Gea, wearing the captain's armband, also came back to his senses at this time. He walked towards his teammates, patted their shoulders one by one, and loudly encouraged their morale.

……

"The screen moves away from the celebrating Chelsea players, and now it is Chen Huan who appears on the screen.……"

The commentator's voice was also slightly low, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood because of Manchester United's lag.

"Wait, Chen Huan seems to be talking to his teammates. Is he complaining about something? No, it seems not. He seems to be……"

"He seemed to be encouraging his teammates, and Mata and De Gea also joined in. Chen Huan didn't want to leave the field with a defeat like this, he wanted to take away at least one point."

"But they are facing the Blues Chelsea"

"Which team has conceded the fewest goals in the Premier League so far this season?"

……

After Chelsea took the lead, their defense became more solid. Except for Hazard and Drogba, who were looking for gaps in Manchester United's half from time to time, the other players stayed in their own half.

Manchester United also launched several attacks after the kick-off, but each time they were broken up by the opponent before they were about to shoot.

At this moment, after Di Maria received a long pass from Chen Huan, he took the ball and turned around, got rid of the defender sideways, and then used the outside of his foot to pass the ball to Van Persie who was on Chelsea's left rib.

After receiving the ball, the Dutch superstar wanted to seek cooperation with his teammates, but was knocked to the ground by Matic who followed him.

"beep——"

The referee blew the whistle and awarded a free kick.

Chen Huan ran over and hugged the ball.

"Can you let me take the free kick?" Chen Huan looked at Di Maria who was taking the free kick.

Di Maria wanted to take the free kick himself, but he saw the determination in Chen Huan's eyes, and nodded after a moment of silence.

In front of Chelsea's goal, Courtois was directing his teammates to build a human wall.

Chen Huan held the ball and stared at Chelsea's goal, then he gently kissed the ball and put it on the penalty spot.

On the sidelines.

Van Gaal saw that Chen Huan was taking the free kick, and silently clenched his fists.

……

"We can see that Manchester United's free kick in a good position was given to Chen Huan to take. He kissed the ball before taking the free kick, hoping it would bring him good luck."

"Chen Huan stepped back and took a deep breath. He looked very confident."

In front of the TV, thousands of Dragon Country fans held their breath and stared at the standing figure on the screen.

……

Chen Huan began to run, he adjusted his pace and center of gravity, he did not look at the human wall, but aimed at the upper right corner of the goal. The supporting foot was close to the football and firmly pierced into the grass, the core force drove the body to deflect inward.

Chen Huan's body and the ground were tilted at 45 degrees, and the inside of his right foot slammed into the diagonal back of the football.

Crescent Moon Scimitar!

With a muffled sound, the football rose rapidly into the air.

The human wall formed by Chelsea jumped high, but the football"went around" Fabregas' head on the far right of the human wall.

The arc of flight drew an inner arc in mid-air and shot towards the upper right corner of Chelsea's goal.

Courtois moved his feet quickly, then stretched his body and threw his hands towards the landing point of the football.

Under the tense gaze of millions of people, Courtois's hands missed, and the football flew into Chelsea's gate.

"The ball went in!"

The commentator's heart-wrenching shout shattered the tranquility of the night.

Manchester United fans jumped up, but they couldn't shout, so they punched the air or clapped their hands to vent their overflowing excitement.

"Wait...Chen Huan did not choose to celebrate. He was running towards Chelsea's penalty area. What was he going to do?"

"He snatched the ball from Courtois' arms and was running towards the center circle"

"Chen Huan was communicating with his teammates. He made a gesture of... a clock. He was not satisfied with just a draw, he wanted a... victory!"

……

Van Gaal, who had calmed down, also noticed Chen Huan's actions. After a moment of silence, he said to Blind:"You go on the court!""

"Yes, head"

……

"Hey, come back soon!"

Chen Huan ran towards the center circle and called out to his teammates.

"We want to win, not a draw!"

The excited Manchester United players all showed incredible expressions on their faces, but they didn't say much and followed Chen Huan's footsteps.

Chen Huan threw the ball to Drogba, who was looking depressed, and did not hide the arrogance on his face.

"Hey, we're tied, serve now." Chen Huan yelled to Drogba, jogging to his position.

The fourth official on the sidelines raised the sign for substitution.

No. 17 Blind replaced Mata.

"Keep attacking."

Blind ran towards the defensive midfielder position and said to Chen Huan,"Chen, let you hit the midfielder, I'll cover you from behind."

"I understand."

Chen Huan knew that this was Van Gaal's plan to make him better play his ability to organize the attack.

Chelsea kicked off.

Although Mourinho's team often parked the bus, they also did not hide their desire for victory.

At this moment, this Chelsea team continued to pass and cut the ball to attract Manchester United to press forward.

Chen Huan looked back at Blind's position, and then rushed to William, the No. 22 player who was holding the ball.

William did not choose to force his way past Chen Huan, but directly passed the ball back to Matic.

The latter received the ball and passed it to Oscar's position without thinking.

But the next moment, Chen Huan's figure appeared in this passing line.

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