Extraordinary coach

In Hazard's eyes, Bolt rushed out from the defender's side with his super speed like last time.

In Hazard's imagination, facing the football falling from the air, Bolt should have clumsily stopped the ball like before, and when he stopped the ball, the defender had already caught up.

But this time it didn't happen. Bolt seemed to be a very experienced Premier League striker, using his chest to stop and unload, and directly formed a single knife.

And Bolt didn't have the tension of a rookie after forming a single knife. He even calmly dribbled past the goalkeeper and pushed the empty goal.

One to zero.

Bolt scored a goal to help Southampton take the lead away from home.

"How is this possible?"

Hazard rubbed his eyes, thinking that he must have seen it wrong.

How could Bolt score a goal?

How could he dribble the ball so smoothly and so calmly?

But after rubbing it, it was indeed a goal, and Bolt was celebrating with ecstasy.

Hazard couldn't believe it. He looked up at the big screen, where the replay was playing.

However, in the replay, the goal was really scored by Bolt. And the whole process was really like a very experienced and dominant striker.

"How can this ball-carrying technique be Bolt's? It's Pogba!"

Hazard had to admit that Bolt really scored a goal, and Chelsea fell behind at home because of it.

"Wow! Bolt actually scored a goal! This is amazing!"

On the Southampton side, both the players and the fans were surprised.

They didn't think Bolt was suitable for the game from the beginning. In their real thinking, Bolt should have been terminated at the beginning of this season. Even if he continued to stay, he would be a mascot-like role.

When they saw that Sun Yi actually sent him to the field, they all thought that Sun Yi had clearly given up the game.

When they saw that Bolt stopped the ball and ended the attack when it was probably a one-on-one opportunity, they completely lost hope in Bolt.

Unexpectedly, he scored the second time.

"Haha. The goddess of luck is favoring us again. Even Bolt can score a goal."

"Maybe we can really win this game."

Bolt's goal gave the Southampton team hope of winning.

And the happiest person was Dio.

"Oh my god. Sun, you are amazing. You can even make an amateur player like Bolt score a goal. Tell me, how did you do it?"

"I want to say that I just lucked it out. Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. Although I don't know what method you used, I am used to you being able to make players perform miracles."

"Haha. Who cares? Anyway, we are leading. We have a great chance of winning. Isn't it?"

"Yes. We have a great chance of winning now!"

Whether you believe it or not, whether you accept it or not, Bolt scored a goal to help Southampton take the lead at Stamford Bridge.

"Luck. It's just luck."

"They can only luck it out this time at most. They will definitely not be able to do it next time. As long as the defender defends him seriously, he will find it difficult to get the ball."

"Everyone should have more confidence. This is our home court, and we are stronger than them on the field. In the end, the victory will definitely belong to us."

Sarri really couldn't figure out why Bolt could score a goal. But he was still very sober and tried to motivate the players.

"That's right. The coach is right. Bolt just got the ball by chance. As long as we defend him seriously, he is nothing."

"Attack. We want to score. Score more goals than them!"

Soon, Chelsea kicked off.

After adjusting their mentality, Chelsea launched an offensive frenzy with the cheers of the home fans.

Falling behind by one goal, Chelsea's offensive desire was stimulated to the extreme. The offensive they launched again was even more amazing than before.

In this game, Chelsea's strength on the field was indeed much stronger than Southampton. When they were fully engaged in the attack, the power they burst out was still very scary.

Without Van Dijk and Pavard, the defense line mainly built by young people such as Joe Gomez and Arnold was a little difficult to resist when it met the forward line composed of A+ players such as Hazard, Morata and William.

If Sun Yi had not wisely arranged a counterattack tactic based on defense for Southampton today, I am afraid they would have been unable to bear it.

But even so, facing Chelsea's overwhelming offensive, Southampton had a hard time resisting and almost had their goal broken through several times.

Occasionally, Southampton would launch a counterattack, but with Chelsea's obviously strengthened defense, they did not allow Bolt to have a single-handed opportunity.

As a result, Southampton was completely suppressed by Chelsea on the field. And the situation looked quite critical.

"Come on, Chelsea. Keep attacking, they can't hold on."

"Try harder and you can break their goal."

The situation of suppressing Southampton made Chelsea fans very excited. They all thought that the goal was coming.

Hazard also felt that a goal was coming. He felt that if he just tried harder, he could score.

Therefore, after getting the ball again, he dribbled excitedly and then made a breakthrough.

After several efforts, Hazard cut inside to the top of the penalty area and then kicked the ball immediately.

Unfortunately, his shot was blocked by Arnold, who rushed over from the side desperately.

"Bang!" With a sound, the football hit Arnold and bounced up. Then Foster stepped forward in time to take the ball off.

"Hey, if it wasn't blocked by Arnold's body, the ball would definitely have been there." Hazard was really unwilling. Seeing the football confiscated by the goalkeeper, he could only sigh to the sky.

At this time, Foster kicked the ball forward with a big foot.

"Bang!" Foster kicked the ball so hard.

Hazard looked along and found that the ball flew directly to the backcourt of Chelsea.

Oh, Nima. Why kick so hard? Do you think you can score a goal this way? Or do you think you can get a one-on-one chance?

One-on-one chance?

Wait, Bolt!

Don't scare yourself. Bolt is just a track and field athlete. Do you really expect him to score another goal?

Tsk~

Hazard looked at his backcourt with some contempt, and then froze on the spot.

"Nimma, how~ how is it possible?"