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It was almost the same as the last tackle.

Another clean tackle!

Not only did he make Hazard lie on the ground and eat grass, but it was not a foul!

"Wow! Nice tackle!" Sun Yi couldn't help but cheer.

"Uh~ When did Pavard become so good?" Dio was stunned.

Since the Nice era, Dio has never seen Pavard so good. Seeing Pavard suddenly so good at tackling, he felt that he was a little derelict in his duty. He didn't realize earlier that Pavard had such a strong tackling ability.

"Pavard is so good at tackling, I didn't know it!"

"Pavard's growth rate is relatively fast." Sun Yi put his arm around Dio's shoulders and said with a smile. He couldn't tell Dio that all this was his credit.

"Not very fast. It's scary fast. It's like riding a rocket." Dio corrected.

"Sun, I think the position of the main central defender is his."

"Yeah. I think so too."

The Southampton team naturally cheered for Pavard's successful tackle.

Chelsea was a little depressed. Especially Hazard, who had been lying on the ground eating grass twice in a row.

He was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

How could this happen?

It shouldn't be!

How could he defend me? Why could he defend me?

Impossible. He definitely couldn't defend me. It was just luck.

Yes! It was luck!

If it happens again, I will definitely beat him like a dog.

Hazard punched the grass hard and got up.

He would not admit that he could not break through Pavard. He was ready to continue to force Pavard again. He swore that as long as he did it again, he would not fail.

But if Hazard wanted to do it again, he had to wait.

Because of Pavard's successful tackle, Southampton had a second chance to launch a quick counterattack.

But just like the first time, his teammates were not mentally prepared. They still couldn't believe that Pavard could defend Hazard so successfully.

The result was the same as the first defensive counterattack, and no goal was scored.

However, this time there was progress, allowing Pulisic to take a long shot.

"Hazard, what are you doing?" Instead of breaking through, the opponent launched a counterattack and formed a shot. This made Conte very dissatisfied.

"Team. You need team spirit. Do you know?"

"Football is played by eleven people, not just you. Remember, you need teamwork and cooperation."

Conte's words made Hazard's face sank.

After Conte finished talking about Hazard, he turned around and shouted to others: "Steady. Don't rush to attack. Kick out the offensive efficiency first."

Soon, Chelsea launched another attack.

This time they listened to Conte's request and began to organize the attack with greater patience.

After slowly advancing across the half court, the football was once again habitually delivered to Hazard's feet.

Hazard had just stopped the ball when Conte's shouting came.

"Hazard, pay attention to passing, pay attention to cooperation, don't work alone!"

Hazard frowned, with a little anger on his face.

However, after Hazard clenched his fist, he turned around and sent the ball out.

Seeing that Hazard did not work alone again, Conte and other people in Chelsea quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Pavard was a little regretful.

Without Hazard's solo, Chelsea began to calm down and constantly probed Southampton's defensive loopholes in all directions.

Southampton, with the help of Pavalon's two successful defensive counterattacks, raised their momentum and morale. This allowed them to do a great job in defense.

In a face-to-face positional battle, it was still a bit difficult for Chelsea to catch Southampton's mistakes in a short period of time.

However, Chelsea was the Premier League champion last season after all. Its strength is very strong.

Chelsea could not find Southampton's defensive loopholes. But with their strong offensive strength and patient organization, they forced their way into the penalty area and shot.

Unfortunately, Pedro's forced shot did not hit the power.

Although his shot hit the goal, it was caught by goalkeeper Foster.

"Hey! Finally a shot. Unfortunately, it was not powerful enough!"

Chelsea was somewhat encouraged by the shot that hit the goal. It also restored their confidence from the blow of the counterattack after the first two failed attacks.

"Attack! Launch a quick attack!! Quick!!" Sun Yi shouted after Foster confiscated the ball.

Southampton also launched a counterattack with Foster's hand throw.

This time, Southampton was not as unprepared as the previous two times. After Foster caught the ball, the offensive players were ready to counterattack.

As soon as Foster's hand throw came out, the offensive players of Southampton rushed to Chelsea.

"Defense! Quick, retreat quickly. Don't let them launch a quick counterattack!!" Conte also reminded loudly at the first time.

With Conte's reminder, Chelsea also immediately switched to defense.

But they were not so lucky this time. Southampton successfully launched a "Mourinho counterattack".

Davis received the ball and passed it to the side, Pulisic took the ball and rushed to the bottom line, then made a triangle pass, and Prowse, who came in from the back, made a long shot!

After three passes in total, the attack was completed.

"Bang!"

The powerful long shot hit the far corner of the goal.

Chelsea goalkeeper Couvatoul made a desperate save. But the ball was too fast and the angle was tricky. Even though Couvatoul had A+ level strength, he was still helpless in the face of this ball.

GOAL!!!!!

The first goal of the game was born.

However, this goal was not for Chelsea, which had a big advantage as expected by the outside world, but for Southampton, which everyone was not optimistic about.

"Wow!!! Prowse!"

"Goal, we are ahead!" The Southampton fans, who were at a clear disadvantage in numbers, their voices overwhelmed the voices of the home fans for the first time.

"Yeah!! Leading! Sun, we are ahead!! Haha." Dio grabbed Sun Yi's arms excitedly.

"Yes. We are ahead! Haha!" Sun Yi was also very happy and excited.

"Haha. Now the initiative of this game is completely in our hands."

"Haha. Our guys are awesome!"

"SHIT! SHIT!!" Conte was full of anger.

He couldn't accept that they fell behind at home.

What made him even more angry was that they fell behind so early. You know, the game had only been played for five or six minutes.

It was a shame to play the game like this at Stamford Bridge!

If the goal was an accident, caused by force majeure, it would be acceptable.

But it wasn't. This was the result of Chelsea's poor performance from the beginning of the game.

Even many Blues fans couldn't help but curse.

"What are you doing? Are you sleepwalking?"

"Look at how you played? It's just shit!"