Although Li Le is not a fan of Tottenham star Ali, Zhang Fatzi doesn't even want Ali to score, but after all, it is the first time to get so close to a football star, and it is also in the Premier League. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Instead, Adam quickly stood up and dodged left and right, for fear of colliding with him behind him and the fanatical fans rushing forward.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight Tottenham players also ran over to congratulate Ali, who had just made contributions to the team.

After a decade or so of celebration, the game was back on track when Chelsea served and put together a swift attack to no avail, and the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

"I'll go, that ball is really beautiful." During the intermission, Li Le went to the snack shop in the stadium to buy some popcorn and drinks, and as soon as he came back, he heard Ah Hua praising his idol's skills.

'It's okay, Chelsea will be crazy in the second half, Ahua, you wait.' The home team was behind, and Zhang Fat couldn't admit defeat on his lips, and said firmly.

"Chelsea must win! Chelsea are invincible! Hahaha! Ah Hua raised his arms and shouted.

Listening to his old friend making fun of himself again, Zhang Fatzi could only look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and the corners of his eyes were not tears, but a faint sadness at night in London.

Fortunately, Zhang Fatman's sadness did not last long, as he expected, as soon as the second half began, Chelsea launched a crazy counterattack, Chelsea's stars Hazard, Costa, Matic hit the goal one after another, but the tide of attacks were all saved by Tottenham's defenders.

In the 53rd minute of the second half, just as Zhang Fatzi saw his home team regain confidence and play a beautiful attack, Tottenham Hotspur advanced steadily in the midfield, and it was Eriksen again, after receiving a cross from the side fast horse Walker, he once again kicked a half-stilt and passed to Ali who was ambushed on the side of the penalty area. Tottenham have a two-goal lead over Chelsea.

"Ah!!!!! T !!!!! Ah Hua raised his arms and chanted with the Tottenham fans around him, as if he had scored half an hour early tonight and took the victory into his arms.

"Alas~This script is wrong~" Zhang Fatzi lay on his seat weakly, looking at the blue-shirted army on the field in disappointment, losing half of his strength.

In the second half, Chelsea fell behind by two goals and fought harder, Tottenham had the lead in the score, and with the cheering support of tens of thousands of fans at home, they naturally went all out, and the two sides fought on every inch of grass on the pitch, fighting for the ball every time.

Helplessly two goals behind, Tottenham Hotspur came up with all the strength of the defense, until the last second, Chelsea did not have many chances, and finally could only end in defeat, and Tottenham also successfully defended their dignity at their home stadium and successfully won the precious three points on the way to the title.

"The fat man doesn't cry, I'll borrow these three points from you, and I'll pay it back to you another day." Seeing that Zhang Fat Man was lying weakly on the seat, Ah Hua hurried over to comfort his lost old friend.

"Hey~" Zhang Fat Man was dragged by Ah Hua, got up, stretched his waist, and finally came to a little energy, "I don't care, you have a treat for supper tonight~"

"Little meaning~" Ah Hua pulled the fat man's big face and promised.

There are so many churches in England that if there is anything more than this one, it is the local British taverns.

Appointment? Walk~Go to the tavern~

Chat? Walk~Go to the tavern~

Talking about business? Walk~Go to the tavern~

Have a baby? Walk~Go...... Hospital......

What can be solved in the tavern, go to the tavern, and what the tavern can't solve, try to solve in the tavern, this is the daily life of the British.

After Li Le and everyone squeezed out of the White Hart Lane stadium with tens of thousands of cheering and singing Tottenham fans, they found a nearby tavern.

As soon as the dust settled, Tottenham and Chelsea fans lost their pre-match fire, chatting in groups of three or five, and the whites and blues comforted and praised each other.

After wasting the boss's effort, everyone finally found a small round table, leaning on the sofa, the four of them were a little crowded, but it didn't hurt and didn't get in the way.

Beer, fried chicken, grilled fish, chips, all kinds of snacks in less than ten minutes, has been on the table, the court is frustrated, Zhang Fat must use food to fill the emptiness in his heart.