Jose, of course, returned to the dressing room.

He listened to Mourinho word for word.

From a purely defensive point of view, Mourinho's thinking is absolutely top-notch, and his idea of 11 as a whole minimizes the impact of a single player on the team.

The intermission passed quickly.

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Swansea took the initiative to launch a counterattack.

In the 52nd minute, there was a scene on the field that almost changed Mourinho's life.

Shervey made a direct pass, and Gomis, who had successfully countered offside, shook off Cahill and drove straight in.

Courtois strikes and trips him on the edge of the box.

Red Dot Package.

Thibaut Courtois became the first Chelsea player to be sent off in the opening game of the Premier League season and Chelsea's 70th red card in the Premier League.

John Terry testered the linesman to protest that he was offside, and the Blues captain was booked.

However, slow motion showed that Willian was delayed and failed to create an offside position.

Such a change on the field made Jose suddenly feel a sense of familiarity.

His first Premier League appearance came as a substitute goalkeeper.

After that game, Jose was firmly in control of the starting position.

Is history going to reincarnate again?

Without Mourinho's instructions, Jose changed his shirt as soon as possible and then walked to the sidelines.

Jose replaces Oscar.

At this moment, Jose became the only focus on the field.

Fans were already eagerly awaiting the start of the game, with Jose representing Chelsea and then going on to make a big comeback.

When the starting line-up came out, most fans were disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Jose actually played in such a way.

Will he be a savior for Chelsea?

Mourinho stood on the sidelines with his composure, and he did not go to the referee to theorize, because he knew very well what his position was in the hearts of Premier League referees.

Without any warm-up, Jose trotted to the goal.

In this process, Jose also did not say a word, because he knew very well in his heart that only by performance can he prove that he is the one who can be trusted.

In addition, the moment Jose stepped onto the field, the system light curtain took the initiative to light up.

[New Mission: Help your team win without using "Time and Space Pause" and double your point rewards.] Your current base score is 1000 points. 】

This time, the rules and rewards of the missions released by the system are different from the usual, and the specific details are different, and due to the urgency of time, Jose can only wait for the post-game to do research.

Standing on the goal line, Jose took a deep breath.

It had been two months since the last time he played, so Jose didn't dare to relax in any way.

Gomis takes the penalty.

Facing José, Gomis felt a sudden increase in pressure.

Jose is rumored to have a 90 percent success rate in his saves, but he has never seen it in person, and Gomis is still skeptical, and he always believes that he is the one who can score 10 percent.

With the ball set, Gomis took a few steps back.

The referee's whistle blew.

"Bottom left?"

At the moment when Gomis's run-up started, Jose's god-level prediction responded.

Knowing the direction of the opponent's shot in advance, Jose was reassured, but he did not act rashly, because his behavior would cause the opponent to change his mind temporarily.

José stood motionless on the goal line, his eyes fixed on Gomis' every move as his feet began to build.

Just as Gomis touched the ball, Jose finally moved.

I saw him pounce on the left side of the goal with all his might.

After Gomis took the penalty, he found that Jose had pounced in the right direction, and immediately regretted it, but it was to no avail.

"Whoa." The audience burst into warm applause.

Jose didn't disappoint the Blues fans, cleanly slotting Gomis' penalty straight out of the six-yard box before Gary Cahill cleared it in time.

To everyone's surprise, it was Jose's save that completely changed the direction of Chelsea's original direction.

Mourinho was thrilled and swung his fist the sidelines.

With a one-goal lead and one less, Mourinho immediately waved his hand and retreated to half-time.

It is rumored that Mourinho's team, when he doesn't want to attack, no one can break him.

So, although Swansea had a number of chances to shoot from the ground, they were either blocked by John Terry and Cahill or simply denied by Jose.

Monk's side were never able to equalise.

On the contrary, it was Chelsea's side that saw Jose's steady performance and Eden Hazard's frequent counter-attacking opportunities to attack the Swansea goal.

It's a pity that the last kick on the goal also failed to penetrate the opponent's goal.

In the end, Chelsea won a thrilling home win over Swansea.

After the game, in the Chelsea dressing room, Kurt Zouma looked at Jose with adoration on his face and asked: 'Ho, that penalty was so beautiful, how did you do it?' ”

"That's it, it's fine." José replied as he gave a demonstration.

"No, I'm asking you how you know where to shoot." Kurt Zouma asked.

"Sixth sense." Of course, José couldn't tell them the truth, so he had to use his mysterious sixth sense to cover it up.

Hearing José's answer, everyone knew that they couldn't ask anything more.

Of course, they don't fully believe Jose's sixth sense, which they believe must know how to judge the direction of his opponent's shot from his opponent's run-up.

Forty minutes off the bench, Jose has already gained the recognition of many of his teammates.

Football is still consequentialist after all.

…

That night, José drove back home, and his parents had already prepared dinner, which made José, who usually had to cook his own meals, feel extremely happy.

At dinner time, the four of them gathered around the dining table, eating the meals cooked by Jose's mother and senior sister, and enjoyed themselves.

"Se'er, have you met a girl lately?" José's mother asked suddenly.

Hearing his mother's question, Jose immediately remembered Wang Churan, the girl with both beauty and wisdom.

Seeing her son's soulless appearance, the mother couldn't help but shout: "Se'er..."

"Ah, no, I'm training every day, how can I have time to meet girls." José repeatedly denied it.

"Not in the team, but what about in the school?" The mother continued to ask questions relentlessly.

"Mom, I'm confused, school is still on vacation."

José's words were not wrong, and José's mother couldn't find a reason to refute them for a while.

"You are also a big boss, look at Ronaldo, it doesn't matter if you talk about your girlfriend or not, the most important thing is to have a son first." Hearing and seeing, Jose's mother actually knows a lot about the football circle.

"Mom, what are you talking about, senior sister is still here." José stopped his mother's words and looked at his senior sister slightly embarrassed.

From beginning to end, Leng Yu didn't speak, but her flushed cheeks showed that she was not as calm as she seemed on the surface.

"Xiaoyu is not an outsider, what can't be said." His mother gave José a blank look, but she didn't mention it any more.

…

After dinner, José went upstairs early.

After being reminded by his mother, Jose remembered that more than a week had passed since he and Wang Churan had been separated, and he had not taken the initiative to contact the other party.

Back in the room, Jose took out his mobile phone from his pocket for the first time, opened WeChat, and typed directly: "Wang Da Beauty, where are you now?" ”

Because there is still more than a month before the start of school, Jose is not sure whether Wang Churan will return to China or stay in the UK.

After the message was sent, Jose stared at his phone for fear of missing the other party's reply.

You know, the damn WeChat actually has a withdrawal function.

It was only thirty seconds later that Jose's mobile phone rang, and it was Wang Churan who replied.

In those thirty seconds, José felt like a century had passed.

"I'm in London, I'm going to go back to China for a few days, there's nothing fun in the UK." Wang Churan was not like those arrogant women, and in the face of Jose's information, he replied without hesitation.

"How so? Like the London Eye, Big Ben, the British Museum, and many more are all very fun. José hurriedly replied.

"I know, but I'm alone, and I'm not familiar with life, so it's not interesting to go."

Wang Churan came to England alone, and Jose knew about it.

Jose could even guess that Wang Churan came to study at Oxford University, most likely hiding it from his family.

As a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine, it is absolutely impossible to agree to let her go abroad to study "Western medicine".

The stubbornness of Chinese medicine, even if Jose has not seen it, has heard a lot.

According to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, Professor Tu extracted artemisinin, which can fight malaria, from Artemisia annua, has been recognized by the international medical community.

However, in the eyes of the old antiques of traditional Chinese medicine, they think that Professor Tu has deviated from the unilateral prescription of traditional Chinese medicine and cannot be regarded as traditional Chinese medicine.

Therefore, for Wang Churan's behavior, Jose sincerely admired.

Jose vs. Wang Churan can be said to start with appearance and end with talent.

"If Wang Damei doesn't dislike it, I'm willing to be your tour guide." After José uttered this paragraph, his heart beat involuntarily faster.

"Okay, but there's no tour guide fee."

Seeing Wang Churan's reply, Jose jumped up from the sofa with excitement.

"They are all fellow countrymen, it doesn't matter if they have money or not." José calmed down a little and replied.

"Fellow? It won't be a fellow countryman, a shot in the back, right? Although he couldn't see it, Jose could imagine Wang Churan's smug expression when he typed out this text.

"Am I that kind of person? Brother's heart is extremely pure. Jose retorted at the first time, but added in his heart: "I like you and I am very pure." (Voiceover: Phew, you're a gluttonous man, scumbag.) ）

"Oh, well, I'll trust you." Wang Churan didn't continue to tease Jose, but soon a second message came, "Then when are you taking me?" ”

"Is it okay tomorrow? Tomorrow I'm on vacation. ”

As it is not yet a two-game week, Mourinho will have the whole squad off for a day after the match day.

"Okay, you can pick me up tomorrow." Wang Churan sent a location at the same time.

In this way, Jose and Wang Churan made an appointment to play together the next day.

Tell a short story.

The two armies faced each other.

How many people are opposite?

Little brother: 400,000.

How many of us are there?

Little brother: 9,000.

If such a plot appears in the book, there is a high probability that it will be scolded by readers.

However, in reality, such things really happen.

(End of chapter)