Not long after, inside the Chelsea dressing room.

The players took their seats one after another, and the members of the coaching staff also stood next to the large multimedia screen.

The staff had already released the broadcast of Leicester's match against Tottenham, and all eyes were on it, with no players showering and changing, and no one in a hurry to leave.

The joy of the lore over Watford has been diluted.

Because this victory doesn't seem to play a role in the final Premier League.

This is unacceptable for Chelsea, who have been ahead for a long time.

There is obviously no point gap between them and Leicester City...... Will you still lose the championship as a result?

Sick disappointment and jealousy loom over everyone, and they are desperate for Tottenham to stand up and take Leicester City!

"Mr. Conte, post-match interview...... "A member of staff in the stadium ran in.

"Let someone else go." Conte's eyes kept on the big screen, and he didn't even turn his head, so he directly refused.

The staff member immediately looked embarrassed, but he could understand Conte's mood after seeing the whole Chelsea squad watching Leicester City.

He looked at the faces of several of the other assistant coaches and saw that these people were also reluctant.

"I'll go." After a few glances at each other, it was the usually inconspicuous physical trainer who followed the staff to the press conference room.

"One more player." The staff was a little embarrassed.

At this moment, everyone's mood changed significantly, with several players rising from their seats and Conte raising his own hands.

Turning his gaze to the big screen, he realized that Kane had formed a one-on-one opportunity.

"Bang!" A powerful shot hit the bottom right corner of the Leicester goal.

The ball is in!

Tottenham pulled one back, just after the start of the second half!

"Pretty!!"

"Ness! Damn, it's finally in! Kane pushes harder! ”

"There is hope! Forty minutes to go!! ”

"Their backline isn't unstoppable! Go Tottenham! Kick the bloody sex to come! ”

“……”

Bursts of cheers rang out, and the Chelsea players at the moment were as excited as Tottenham Hotspur's 20-year-old fans.

Conte breathed a long sigh of relief, and the dead silence in his heart was revitalized.

"I'll go with you!" Courtois even took the initiative to go to the press room for a post-match interview.

He is hopeful that Tottenham will score another goal when he returns from the interview.

It doesn't take much, just one more goal!

As long as Leicester doesn't take three points, it's easy to say anything!

Everyone continued to watch, and Courtois went to the press conference room with the strength and conditioning coach.

……

The anticipatory reporters watched Courtois walk with an unfamiliar face, and they sneered in disappointment.

"What about Mr. Conte? Is it because you have accepted the fact that you are a loser? ”

A reporter got up and pointed the finger at Conte, "Leicester City is currently 2-0 ahead of Tottenham, and if this situation continues, the title is basically in their pocket." ”

'Everyone knows that Bournemouth in the final round can't stop them.'

"Hahaha......" Courtois also sneered before he sat in his seat, and the physical trainer next to him was expressionless.

As a more experienced man who is often interviewed, he is definitely going to be supporting Chelsea at this time.

"Kane had already scored a goal for Tottenham just before I came here, and there was only one goal separating the two teams, so you are so unoptimistic about Tottenham?" Courtois tried to be as confident as possible.

"With all due respect, even if the gap is only one goal, I am not optimistic that Tottenham Hotspur, who will fall behind the Premier League title early." A reporter broke his mouth.

Some people were also reminded by Courtois to take out their mobile phones to watch the Leicester City game.

'Are Chelsea left behind? Or do the team's players accept that they are the underdogs in the title race? A reporter asked again.

These sharp questions made the physical trainer who came to the top class a little confused, and he had to set his eyes on Courtois again.

The latter didn't give in either, and he took over as the main speaker in the interview very smoothly, "First of all, I want you to understand that we beat Leicester twice in the Premier League. ”

"We're the one who has always been on the dominant side against them."

'I don't understand where this underdog comes from and I don't care, we just want to focus on the next game.'

"After all, the team is not as boring as the media, we have our goals and pursuits, and you are just lackeys of the hot spots."

The scene gradually became tense, and many reporters also responded with laughter at Courtois.

'You're right, but Leicester beat you in the FA Cup. The Premier League also has a huge goal difference advantage. ”

A reporter raised his eyebrows, "In this way, it seems useless for you to win two games against Leicester City in the Premier League." ”

"It's like you've been doing well for many years in a daily test, but you've lost the final battle."

Courtois didn't hesitate for a second when he heard this, and quickly responded: "First of all, I ......"

"Goal!" A loud shout interrupted the two sides of the quarrel.

All eyes were on the source of the sound, a reporter holding a mobile phone.

Courtois didn't say anything more, but from the look of anticipation, he was very hopeful that the journalist's next name would be Tottenham.

"Tottenham!"

When this voice came out, his expression lit up suddenly.

"Tottenham defender Alderwereld tripped Chen Yufeng and sent a free kick, Chen Yufeng came to the ground again and slashed into the goal!"

"Leicester City 3-1!"

Courtois's expression visibly flipped as he quickly lowered his head, his face darkened, his teeth clenched together.

"Hahahaha."

"There's no suspense."

"Leicester are defending!"

"There are too few defending champions in the history of the Premier League and Leicester City will have another miracle to play."

"This is already the second dance, and in the Champions League final after a while, there is even the possibility of a third dance."

"Wuhu!"

The journalists laughed, with the aim of disgusting Courtois.

The attitude of this player just now made everyone feel a chill, and because he had a bad impression of this bad player, it was normal to make this kind of response.

"The suspense is never over! This game is not over yet, the game against Bournemouth has not yet begun, and sooner or later, you people who love to make up their minds will be punished! ”

Courtois said viciously, then pulled the fitness coach next to him, who had been trying to escape from the place, and walked back towards the locker room.

"Wait for me to smoke a cigarette." On the way, the strength and conditioning coach stopped Courtois.

The two lingered at the top of the staircase for a while and chatted for a while.

"It doesn't matter which team you're on and what role you're playing in this year's league."

"To anyone, they look like they've fallen into a rock."

"I only admire Chen Yufeng for one thing, that is, he can hit back at the media with sharp words every time, and tell them a seemingly impossible goal, and then throw it in their faces in the form of overachievement!"

Courtois started the emotional output, "that's the only thing I want to learn from him. ”

Of course, he hates Chen Yufeng very much.

can say this, it's just that he envies this the most, and thinks he can do it.

But unfortunately, most people can't do this......

The two didn't linger long at the door, and they quickly returned to the locker room door.

Pushing the door in, the two of them suddenly arrived, and a chill hit their faces.

Turning his head to look, Chen Yufeng, who had just scored his 40th and 41st goals in the Premier League, took off his shirt at this moment and ran to the scene to celebrate with a chic kneeling.

This is, another goal?

Courtois was so distraught that the strength and conditioning coach next to him wanted to go out for a cigarette again.

…………

Manchester City, Manchester United's Carrington training base.

In the manager's office.

Mourinho leaned back on his stool, his eyes fixed on the TV, thoughtful.

There was the sound of excitement from there.

"Chen Yufeng! 42nd Premier League goal of the season! Look at him, how brilliant he is! ”

"Incredible long-range world wave goal! He scored another hat-trick in this game! As of today, he has scored five hat-tricks in the Premier League! ”

"He's done it all in one season!"

"After July this year, Chen Yufeng will celebrate his 32nd birthday."

"You really have the feeling that it's all fake, it's all illusory."

"How can such a magnificent achievement be accomplished by a player at such an age? Before him, we had been speculating that it would be a young talent, a super striker of his playing years, who would break the Premier League record. ”

“……”

Mourinho turned down the sound with the remote control, he picked up the cigar next to him and lit it, and smoked it one by one, but the lungs mainly made his mouth taste a little.

The main thing is to make his heart calmer.

"The competitive Premier League, against the deadly Premier League, it turns out that one day there will really be a striker who has scored 42 goals in 37 rounds, and I thought it would be impossible to average 1 goal per game + here."

Mourinho sighed, and he even began to fantasize about whether his failed career as a player would have a different flavor if he persevered.

Or don't say goodbye, he still prefers to take Porto to the Champions League and lead Inter to complete the treble......

In a trance, Mourinho remembered his last game at Chelsea.

It's not an uncommon outrage, it's an extremely rare relief, and it's basically no more: speculating about the future of the player.

It was a game with a lot of elements, and he only had some things about feelings, and he had long forgotten the details.

But there is one phrase that he will always remember, "He will succeed, and I look forward to that day." ”

Looking at the TV screen, Chen Yufeng, who is about to complete the feat of two consecutive Premier League championships, how can he not be considered a success?

Not to mention, he also reached the FA Cup final, the Champions League final.

With a bit of luck, in May he will be able to win two races, achieving a minor treble.

Even if he didn't win the Champions League, he had a more successful season than last season.

If you take it, then not to mention.

"It's a big shame in my life that I can't bring a team like this to my team, but it's good to watch him go step by step without mixing the emotions of the manager."

(End of chapter)