Chapter 22

At the 87th minute of the match, the score was frozen at 6:1! Just like red blood, it stimulated the hearts of every Red Devil fan, and this blood was the result of the goals scored by Chao Dapao's team, which cut into their flesh like knives.

Chao Cole took the corner kick, and Chelsea's captain, John Terry, outmuscled Manchester United's defender O'Shea, and with a powerful header, he scored!

Seeing this powerful header, Manchester United's goalkeeper Howard could only watch the ball enter the net, with no reaction at all!

Perhaps because he was a defender, scoring was a rare feat, so after scoring, Chelsea's captain ran more than 50 meters around the pitch, amidst the frenzied cheers of over 20,000 Chelsea fans, and reached the Chelsea bench.

The Manchester United commentator was almost furious, coldly saying, "What? Is Terry going to hug Chao Dapao? Dear viewers, the truth is clear, Chelsea's coach is a genuine homosexual!"

Although homosexuality had been accepted in Europe by 2004, it was still a sensitive topic. If this label were confirmed, Chao Dapao would certainly be at the center of controversy.

Unexpectedly, Terry did not open his arms to hug Chao Wanxian. Instead, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the edge of the pitch, raising his hands in prayer and placing them flat on the grass, forming a standard worship posture!

Kneeling in Europe is different from in China. In China, kneeling is usually reserved for elders or the deceased, and it carries a sense of humiliation. In Europe, it is a ritual, like Christians praying towards Jerusalem, filled with respect and faith.

The on-site commentator pushed the atmosphere to its peak: "Terry worships, Wanxian ascends! Chao's football will lead the great Chelsea to unprecedented glory! Ladies and gentlemen, let's make our cheers even louder, for the hero Wanxian, for Chelsea's future!"

Stamford Bridge was already packed, and amidst the deafening cheers, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.

Captain Terry's devout worship ignited the passion of all Chelsea players! Among them were the young Ramos and the veteran Makelele. Chao Wanxian's appearance finally gave them a new understanding of football. It turned out... football could be played like this!

With just a few minutes left in the match, anyone looking at the technical statistics would feel an inexplicable shock. Chelsea's possession rate was 77.3%! And this high possession rate was not just passing in the middle and backfields but constant forward runs and shots in the middle and frontfields!

The shot ratio was even more astonishing. Chelsea had 37 shots, 19 on target, 3 hitting the post, and 10 clear-cut chances! Manchester United, on the other hand, had only 4 shots throughout the match, with one goal and the other three being long-range shots from outside the box, having no impact on the goal.

If the opponent were a weak team, such statistics would be normal, but... in this match, Chelsea faced the powerful Red Devils, the Premier League champions! Chao Wanxian's tactical ideas completely outclassed Ferguson's!

Terry's devout worship drew the Chelsea players, including goalkeeper Petr Cech, to gather around him. The 11 players on the field, as if they had planned it, formed three rows.

The first row was Terry and Lampard, the two captains; the second row was Kaka, Chao Cole, Duff, and Gudjohnsen, the four attacking players; the third row was Makelele, Bridge, Gallas, Johnson, and Cech, the five defensive players.

"Boss, you're the best!" In unison, the 11 players on the field imitated Terry's devout worship. The players on the bench also joined in.

The players' thoughts are always simple. They just want a coach who can lead the team to victory, arrange a comfortable tactic, and is kind and approachable. Chao Wanxian met all three criteria, and he scored full marks in each!

This scene moved the 20,000 Chelsea fans in the stadium and the fans watching on TV to tears, and even many neutral fans were amazed and praised Chao Dapao's great charisma.

6:1! The shocking score was deeply etched in the hearts of the Red Devil fans. Of course, the Chelsea fans, because of this score, joined the on-site commentator in shouting, "Wanxian, ascend! Wanxian, ascend!"

Zhang Jun, seeing this scene, was utterly shocked: "Heaven! It's truly unbelievable! Although Chao Wanxian led his team to a big win over Manchester, this is just the first round of the league! The few Chelsea fans present created a scene even more impressive than a Champions League victory! We can't help but marvel at Chao Wanxian's charm!"

Such a scene, Chao Wanxian would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. His lips were trembling, but in his heart, he shamelessly thought, "Cheating, cheating is the way to go! It seems I, Chao Wanxian, am destined to become the greatest... cheater in world football!"

Chao Wanxian's ability to act cool was top-notch, evident from his sharp black Armani suit and black Ray-Ban sunglasses.

Chao Wanxian stood majestically by the pitch, his eyes sweeping over the players and the sea of blue in the stands, and with a grand gesture, he exuded an air of supreme authority...

After the match, Chao Wanxian walked calmly onto the pitch, casually praising his players and waving to the 20,000 Chelsea fans in the stands, showing his respect. After all, in a situation where no one had expected Chelsea to do well, they had come to support the team, and they were the most adorable people.

After a while, assistant coach Andre Villas-Boas came to Chao Wanxian and whispered, "Wanxian, the post-match press conference is about to start. I heard Ferguson sent an assistant to attend. Are you going to go yourself?"

"Press conference?" Chao Wanxian's lips curled, and he thought to himself, "Might as well go, to give those know-it-all journalists a taste of their own medicine!"

As he passed through the mixed zone, many journalists shouted Chao Wanxian's name. Chao Wanxian walked with a faint smile, his demeanor and presence could only be described with one word—majestic!

The bustling mixed zone became empty as everyone rushed to the press conference hall. They knew that with Chao Dapao's personality, there would be a show!

When Chao Wanxian entered, he saw Manchester United's assistant coach Carlos Queiroz sitting irritably behind the table, one hand supporting his chin, the other tapping the table...

Speaking of Queiroz, he was quite a figure. Last season, he was the manager of Real Madrid, but this season, he became Ferguson's assistant, which also reflected Ferguson's status in world football. A few years later, he would even become the coach of the Portuguese national team, affectionately known as "C**'s dad."

All the journalists focused their attention on him, after all, such a heavy defeat for Manchester United hadn't been seen since ancient times.

Chao Wanxian coughed loudly at the door, and immediately, all the journalists' eyes lit up, and their cameras and microphones turned to him.

Chao Wanxian was secretly pleased: "How about that, Queiroz? One cough from this master, and you're out of favor? That's the treatment of a winner!"

Chao Wanxian gave Queiroz a provocative glance and then slowly walked to his side and sat down.

"The coaches are here, you can start asking questions," the press officer said and disappeared from the hall. He had seen Chao Wanxian's sharp words before and was afraid of being splattered by the journalists' spittle.

Before the journalists could speak, Queiroz took the initiative: "I have nothing to say, I thank the Manchester United fans who came from afar, but unfortunately, Stamford Bridge did not welcome us, with fans and players leaving early..."

Chao Wanxian glanced at Queiroz, crossed his arms, and remained silent.

The expected clash did not happen, and the journalists were a bit disappointed, so they started to stir things up: "Mr. Wanxian, it seems Queiroz is dissatisfied with the referee. What do you think?"

Chao Wanxian waved his hand generously and said calmly, "I won't discuss these trivial matters with him. I defeated Ferguson with pride, and as for his assistant? Ha ha..."

Chao Wanxian smirked, though he didn't say it outright, his meaning was clear. I've already humiliated Ferguson, and you, an assistant coach, want to argue with me? You're not qualified!

Queiroz immediately blushed with embarrassment.

A female journalist from the Daily Mirror, who seemed to be a Manchester United fan, seeing Queiroz lose face, quickly brought up Chao Wanxian's on-field antics: "Wanxian, we saw you touch each substitute player's buttocks. Are you a homosexual? Is the harmonious atmosphere in the Chelsea dressing room due to this?"

"Ha ha..." A few journalists couldn't hold back their laughter.

Chao Wanxian glared at the female journalist. Damn, you look pretty, but why don't you have the modesty and shyness of an Eastern woman? How can you say such explicit things? If you think you're tough, you haven't seen tougher!

Chao Wanxian was never one to back down. He retorted, "This is actually easy to verify. Come to my place tonight and you'll see, practice makes perfect!"

"Ha ha!" The scene immediately became lively. Chao Dapao is here, Chao Dapao is here!

The female journalist was white, but at that moment, her face was as red as a black person's, and she glared at Chao Wanxian with clenched teeth. The others also began to feel sorry for the little beauty. Girl, why did you have to provoke Chao Dapao? Afraid he might get a sudden urge and really give you a blast?