Chapter 28

Chekh's penalty kick hit the target, and at the 6th minute of the entire match, Chelsea took the lead 1-0 away. It was a dream start, and almost everything seemed to indicate that the match had already lost its suspense. Just as all Chelsea fans had hoped, Chelsea, starting from Chekh's goal, launched a storm of goals!

At 10 minutes and 58 seconds into the match, "Son of the Wind" Owen received a free kick from Lampard and scored a rare header.

At the 14th minute, Joe Cole intercepted the ball in the front field, cut in from the left wing, and cleverly passed to the Brazilian Kaka lurking outside the penalty area. Kaka, living up to everyone's expectations, kicked a beautiful curved ball that bypassed the heads of the opposing defenders and flew straight into the top right corner of the goal! A signature "Kaka-style" shot, followed by a signature "Kaka-style" celebration...

At the 20th minute, defender Cannavaro decisively intercepted the ball and found Kaka again! This time, Kaka did not intend to pass, but instead launched a 40-meter sprint, outpacing three players with his speed and skillfully dribbling past two defenders. Facing the advancing goalkeeper Taylor, he calmly shot and scored the second goal of the match!

4-0! Just over 20 minutes into the match, the score had already been rewritten to a one-sided 4-0! The cheers of the Chelsea fans in the stands grew louder and louder, especially the female fans who had traveled from afar. Seeing Kaka's graceful figure and exquisite skills, they were almost overwhelmed with excitement, shouting until they were hoarse.

Big Joe was annoyed: "Long hair, short knowledge! Big chest, no brain! Don't you see, a man who is even more handsome and stylish than Kaka is standing on the sidelines!"

Gradually, the Birmingham fans also began to appreciate Chelsea's fluid attack, and the applause gradually drowned out the boos. After Kaka scored his second goal, the applause at St. Andrew's Stadium was like a tidal wave, just like the Chelsea fans!

"King! The King has arrived!" The Chelsea commentator's voice was hoarse with excitement: "King! Chelsea's new king, Kaka! After completing a hat-trick in the last match, he scored two goals in just 20 minutes in this match, a goal efficiency that even the alien Ronaldo would be ashamed of! Of course, while we worship Kaka, we must not forget the helmsman of the Blue Lions, Mr. Jowan Xian! It was his keen eye that brought Kaka from AC Milan, giving Chelsea a new soul!"

Birmingham's manager Bruce could no longer sit still, shouting and scolding his players on the sidelines. Compared to Jowan Xian, who was chatting and laughing with Boas on the Chelsea bench, Bruce looked pitiful!

Although Boas was chatting and laughing with Jowan Xian, he was always watching Bruce's actions and the changes in the game. He whispered, "Xian, Birmingham has changed to a 5-3-2 formation, with the two wingers, Dunn and Carter, completely withdrawn. It seems Bruce is determined to defend."

"Defend?" Jowan Xian's lips curled in disdain. He stood up and walked to the sidelines, calling over Makelele: "Go tell Joe Cole and Duff to move closer to the penalty area to form a supporting striker effect, and leave the wings entirely to Bridge and Ramos! In short, attack more fiercely!"

Makelele, with his dark skin and bright white eyes, scratched his head and said, "Hehe, boss, can we just leave the defense to Terry and Cannavaro? Can I move forward a bit?"

Jowan Xian glared at him: "Nonsense, you are the defensive midfielder, the backbone of the team, how can you move around? However... I allow you to make more forward runs to give the attack the maximum support!"

"Thank you, boss!" Makelele showed a row of white, almost frightening teeth, and returned to the field to arrange the tactical tasks set by Big Joe.

Indeed, although Birmingham significantly compressed the distance between their lines, they could not stop Chelsea's storm of attacks. Chelsea's midfield, under the control of Lampard and Kaka, launched wave after wave of attacks.

At the 30th minute, the score was changed again, and the goal scorer was none other than the Italian central defender Cannavaro, who had been widely questioned and mocked by the English media before the match!

Kaka took the corner kick, and in the ensuing scramble in the penalty area, Cannavaro snatched the ball from Upson's feet and kicked a powerful shot with the outside of his foot, like a cannonball, into the goal, 5-0!

Cannavaro's celebration was particularly meaningful. He first made a hugging gesture towards Jowan Xian, then tilted his head and slapped his own face, a clear message: You doubted the boss's selection and my ability? Fine! I'll score a goal to slap the faces of those armchair experts!

At the 38th minute, Joe Cole, known as the best technical player in England, also scored. The goal was simple, an inside cut and a powerful shot, reminiscent of Real Madrid's Cristiano Ronaldo a few years later.

Bruce looked dejected, standing on the sidelines with no more physical gestures, just shaking his head and sighing continuously. The Birmingham fans, at this moment, forgot which side they were on, completely immersed in Chelsea's relentless wave of attacks.

In the last minute of the first half, the score was changed again. The high-pitched "Kaka" chants from the stands at St. Andrew's Stadium made it clear that Kaka had scored again! A hat-trick, completing another hat-trick in the second league match after the first one!

Kaka received a pass from Duff in the penalty area and comfortably pushed the ball into the goal with his instep. The goal was simple, and the celebration was simple, just a light high-five with his teammates.

The defeat was like a landslide! By halftime, the commentator on the scene was already somewhat listless.

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half. Birmingham's manager Bruce, like a deflated ball, let out a long sigh, his expression even more dejected than the players on the field. This was undoubtedly his most painful defeat in his decades-long football career, even though it was only halftime.

In stark contrast to Bruce, Jowan Xian's face was beaming with a smile. He looked around the stands and... sent a flying kiss! Instantly, the atmosphere on the scene reached a boiling point, and countless female fans shifted their attention from Kaka and Owen to Big Joe!

The commentator on the scene laughed and said, "Chelsea's manager Mr. Jowan Xian is greeting our enthusiastic Birmingham fans with a flying kiss. A flying kiss, a bond of affection, I believe that no matter the score on the field, St. Andrew's will always be a memorable stadium for Mr. Jowan Xian!"

No one knew the meaning of Jowan Xian's flying kiss, except one person, the blonde beauty in the blue stand wearing dark sunglasses—Cheryl.

"Could... could he really lead the team to a 10-goal victory?" Cheryl had seen too many men's confessions, but only at this moment did she realize how fast her heart was beating. Of course, it wasn't just because of the flying kiss, but also because of the promise of that night.

In the Chelsea dressing room, the atmosphere was jubilant. Kaka even did a short samba, which made Terry and Ramos, his two good friends, start dancing as well.

However, Jowan Xian walked in with a stern face, instantly making the players收敛笑容，战战兢兢地看着他，一个个大眼瞪小眼，难道7:0的比分还不满足？

“净胜球要10个呢！”乔万闲咬了咬牙，板着脸，沉声道：“不要高兴的太早！比赛才进行了一半而已，上半场虽然打入了7个球，但是场上的表现嘛……顶多算是及格，下半场给我继续进攻！”

特里皱着眉头，迟疑着道：“头儿，那能问一下，进多少个球才算是优秀啊？”

乔万闲向特里眨了眨眼睛，暗道：“这队长就是队长，深懂我的心思！”他笑道：“下半场我也不多要求，再进3个球，今天晚上我就给你们放假出去找姑娘！”

“哈哈！谢谢头儿！”球员们的激情顿时被煽动起来。向来主教练都是禁止球员出入夜店搞什么乱七八糟的私生活，没想到这乔大炮别出心裁还鼓励这一套，更加引起了所有人的好感。

“头儿，你放心吧！我感觉今天状态很好，下半场一定还会进球的，来证明你引进我是个绝对正确的选择！”欧文一手拍着胸脯，一手握着拳头，坚定的道。

“头儿，可是……可是我还没去过夜店怎么办啊？”小正太拉莫斯显得有点窘迫。

“哈哈！”切尔西队长特里胳膊搭在了拉莫斯的肩膀上，调侃道：“怕什么，我带你去！到时再给你找个好姑娘破处！”

“切，我十四岁的时候就有第一次了！”拉莫斯翻了个白眼，有点不屑于特里的调侃。

在球员们无比的憧憬中，下半场比赛开始。

第51分钟，欧文接兰帕德助攻进球；第63分钟，兰帕德禁区外远射，泰勒扑救脱手，欧文补射再入一球，又一个帽子戏法诞生！

但是英格兰金童显然不满足于此，他一个正印前锋要是和卡卡一个前腰的进球数相同，未免有点寒酸，果然，第75分钟，欧文打入了本场比赛的第四粒入球，大四喜！

这个进球，把欧文“风之子”的特性展露的淋漓尽致，达夫边路的一脚长传，在所有人都以为球注定会过界的时候，欧文飞一般的冲了过去，在大禁区底线附近胸部停球，进而往小禁区内一趟，几个后卫都已经被远远的甩开几米的距离。面对着门将，欧文小角度挑射，皮球越过了伯明翰门将泰勒，吊入远角，身着蓝色球衣的英格兰金童成为了圣安德鲁斯球场不可磨灭的印记！

10:0！

不多不少！

场边的乔万闲又一个飞吻献给了看台……上某一个不知名的角落。

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In the Chelsea dressing room, the atmosphere was jubilant. Kaka even did a short samba, which made Terry and Ramos, his two good friends, start dancing as well.

However, Jowan Xian walked in with a stern face, instantly making the players收敛笑容，战战兢兢地看着他，一个个大眼瞪小眼，难道7:0的比分还不满足？

"10 goals is the target for the margin of victory!" Jowan Xian gritted his teeth, his face stern, and said in a deep voice, "Don't get too happy too soon! The game is only halfway through. Although we scored 7 goals in the first half, the performance on the field... is just barely passing. Continue attacking in the second half!"

Terry frowned and hesitated, "Boss, can I ask, how many goals would be considered excellent?"

Jowan Xian winked at Terry, thinking to himself, "This captain is a captain, he really understands my mind!" He smiled and said, "I don't have many more requirements for the second half. Just score 3 more goals, and I'll give you the night off to go out and find some girls!"

"Ha! Thanks, boss!" The players' enthusiasm was immediately stirred. Usually, the coach would forbid players from going to nightclubs and engaging in messy private lives, but this Big Joe was innovative and even encouraged it, which won him even more favor.

"Boss, don't worry! I feel great today, and I'll definitely score more goals in the second half to prove that bringing me in was absolutely the right choice!" Owen patted his chest with one hand and clenched his fist with the other, speaking firmly.

"Boss, but... but I've never been to a nightclub before, what should I do?" Little Ramos looked a bit embarrassed.

"Ha!" Chelsea captain Terry put his arm around Ramos's shoulder and teased, "Don't worry, I'll take you! I'll even find you a good girl to lose your virginity to!"

"Pfft, I had my first time when I was 14!" Ramos rolled his eyes, a bit dismissive of Terry's teasing.

With the players' immense anticipation, the second half of the match began.

At the 51st minute, Owen scored with an assist from Lampard; at the 63rd minute, Lampard's long-range shot from outside the penalty area was saved by Taylor, but Owen followed up to score again, completing another hat-trick!

However, the English Golden Boy was clearly not satisfied with this. For a striker to have the same number of goals as a playmaker like Kaka seemed a bit meager. Indeed, at the 75th minute, Owen scored his fourth goal of the match, a grand slam!

This goal showcased Owen's "Son of the Wind" characteristics to the fullest. Duff's long pass from the wing seemed destined to go out of bounds, but Owen sprinted over, chested the ball down near the end line, and dribbled it into the small penalty area, leaving several defenders far behind. Facing the goalkeeper, Owen chipped the ball over Birmingham's goalkeeper Taylor, and it sailed into the far corner. The English Golden Boy in blue became an indelible mark at St. Andrew's Stadium!

10-0!

No more, no less!

On the sidelines, Jowan Xian sent another flying kiss to a certain unnamed corner of the stands.

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