When Driving, Don't Drink Too Much

Chelsea were clearly upset about conceding, because Chelsea at 1–0 were at their strongest.

Newcastle could only be said to have been very lucky—they had gone all in and gotten it right.

If not for Lu Yang, Chelsea's snowballing momentum would definitely have paid off. The score might have been 2–0 or even 3–0 by now.

For the next stretch of play, Newcastle appropriately pulled back, maintained a high possession rate, and tried to lure the opposition out.

After all, Chelsea were a traditional powerhouse. Wouldn't they come press when Newcastle passed the ball around in their own half?

The answer was no.

In front of their hot-tempered manager Felish, Chelsea's players had no idea what pride was.

This also drew boos from the fans in the stands.

Neither team dared to attack proactively. It was truly becoming rather ugly.

In the end, Newcastle's nerve proved weaker. They began attacking with the ball, and their defensive line unconsciously pushed higher.

Felish smiled faintly. He saw hope of breaking the deadlock.

Yes, just like that. Keep pushing up—don't stop!

In the twenty-eighth minute.

Boyle tried to create an attacking opportunity near the flank, but under the double attention of Joseph and Canicel, he had no choice but to pass back to Eriksen.

Eriksen passed to Lucatu, who had dropped back to receive the ball, then decisively made a forward run.

With his back to goal, Lucatu laid the ball off, trying to play a one-two.

But his pass was a little lacking, and Kuba, who had caught up, stuck out a foot to disrupt it.

The ball rolled toward the flank. Boyle got there before Canicel and swept it across toward the middle. The two then collided, both rolling on the ground while clutching their legs.

Lu Yang surged forward, trying