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Chapter 321 319: The Lone Seed in the Dragon’s Den—The Premier League’s Final Hope · Nov 11, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 299: What Conspiracy? Just Mutual Respect~ 2026-11-11
302 Chapter 302 300: The League Cup, FA Cup, Premier League, and Champions League—We Want Them All! 2026-11-11
303 Chapter 303 301: Guardiola and Mourinho Both Go Wild — The Eye-Catching Battle of the Blues 2026-11-11
304 Chapter 304 302: Guardiola’s First Time Truly Envious of Mourinho 2026-11-11
305 Chapter 305 303: Visiting Camp Nou Twice a Year, Each Time with a New Feeling 2026-11-11
306 Chapter 306 304: Chelsea and Barcelona Swapped Tactical Playbooks 2026-11-11
307 Chapter 307 305: Dear Camp Nou, This Is a Friendly Greeting from London 2026-11-11
308 Chapter 308 306: Shifting Shapes and Shifting Blows—A Dazed Barcelona 2026-11-11
309 Chapter 309 307: Once Again, the Heavily Backed Barcelona Falls... 2026-11-11
310 Chapter 310 308: Leon’s Ambitious Stats and the Golden Boot Battle Rekindled 2026-11-11
311 Chapter 311 309: Tottenham Will Not Have This Title—That, I Promise! 2026-11-11
312 Chapter 312 310: The Sword Stays Sheathed, But Its Threat Is Greatest 2026-11-11
313 Chapter 313 311: We’ve Already Achieved a Quarter of This Season’s Title Goals 2026-11-11
314 Chapter 314 312: A Day of Suffering for Barça Fans—The Birth of the “7-Up Massacre”! 2026-11-11
315 Chapter 315 313: The Second Title Challenger—Juventus 2026-11-11
316 Chapter 316 314: The Relentless Winning Streak That Crushed City’s Spirit 2026-11-11
317 Chapter 317 315: Master Allegri, Let Me Show You What I’ve Learned 2026-11-11
318 Chapter 318 316: At the End of the B2B Road—There Is Leon 2026-11-11
319 Chapter 319 317: By His Own Hand? No—This Was a Team Victory! 2026-11-11
320 Chapter 320 318: A Gift from Manchester United—Premier League Champions with Five Games to Spare! 2026-11-11
321 Chapter 321 319: The Lone Seed in the Dragon’s Den—The Premier League’s Final Hope 2026-11-11
322 Chapter 322 320: Facing Bayern in the Semis—A Wembley London Derby Awaits 2026-11-11
323 Chapter 323 321: Bayern’s Self-Sabotage—Heynckes’ Legacy Now Belongs to Chelsea 2026-11-11
324 Chapter 324 322: Call in the Flying Dutchman—Bayern’s Cry for Help! 2026-11-11
325 Chapter 325 323: Time Rewinds, the Demon God Descends! 2026-11-11
326 Chapter 326 324: Give United a Push—They’d Better Get Used to the Europa League 2026-11-11
327 Chapter 327 325: Stamford Bridge Blocks the Comeback—Leon’s 40th Goal of the Season 2026-11-11
328 Chapter 328 326: The Battle for a Place Among the Giants – The Most Iron-Blooded Champions League Final! 2026-11-11
329 Chapter 329 327: You’ve Given Everything for Liverpool — Bring Your Talent to London Now! 2026-11-11
330 Chapter 330 328: Against Arsenal, Chelsea Never Needs to Hide Their Tactics 2026-11-11
331 Chapter 331 329: The 30th League Goal — A New Milestone for a Midfielder! 2026-11-11
332 Chapter 332 330: Get Ready to Witness the First Domestic Treble in English Football! 2026-11-11
333 Chapter 333 331: Atlético Are Strong, But I Hope They Fulfill Their Champions League Dream Next Year 2026-11-11
334 Chapter 334 332: Heard You Guys Run a Lot? Funny, So Do We! 2026-11-11
335 Chapter 335 333: Don’t Tell Me Chelsea Really Wants to Play for Extra Time? 2026-11-11
336 Chapter 336 334: Milan Brothers’ Superstar Moment 2026-11-11
337 Chapter 337 335: The Fairy-Tale Summer of the Old Boys! 2026-11-11
338 Chapter 338 336: The End of a Legend, The Dawn of a New Era 2026-11-11
339 Chapter 339 337: Real Madrid Enters the Fray—Is Li Ang Going Home? 2026-11-11
340 Chapter 340 338: If We Offer the Highest Salary in Football, How Will Real Madrid Respond? 2026-11-11
341 Chapter 341 339: Brother Lion, Lead Us One More Time 2026-11-11
342 Chapter 342 340: Dribbling and Finishing Upgraded—Don’t Be Surprised, Li Ang Is Still Evolving 2026-11-11
343 Chapter 343 341: Six Titles Aren’t the Ceiling—We’re Going for Seven! 2026-11-11
344 Chapter 344 342: Lukaku Joins United, Gnabry Joins Chelsea—They Both Have Bright Futures 2026-11-11
345 Chapter 345 343: Trippier’s Brilliant Debut 2026-11-11
346 Chapter 346 344: A Hat-Trick Debut—Who Said Suárez Came to Chelsea Just to Be a Role Player? 2026-11-11
347 Chapter 347 345: Here We F*ing Come, Six-Trophy Champions!** 2026-11-11
348 Chapter 348 346: Two Six-Trophy Champions—The Undisputed Best in the World 2026-11-11
349 Chapter 349 347: Oh No—This Season the Premier League Has Two Unstoppable Flat-Track Bullies! 2026-11-11
350 Chapter 350 348: The Group of Death Is Born, and Li Ang Is Crowned Europe’s Best! 2026-11-11

By the halfway point of this Premier League season, many had already predicted Chelsea would be champions.

Not because their rivals were weak—both Manchester City and Arsenal had put up very respectable campaigns.

It was just that Chelsea’s points accumulation efficiency was on another level—borderline terrifying.

Even with recent slip-ups, City had racked up 76 points.

With five games left, they could still break the 90-point mark—hardly a poor season by any measure.

But Chelsea?

With six games still to play, they were already sitting on 92 points and well on their way to a potential 100-point season.

It was, frankly, a tier above the rest of the league.

And the scariest part?

Chelsea’s core squad wasn’t expected to change much heading into next season.

The message was clear: their dominance was far from over.

That’s what really kept the other top Premier League clubs awake at night.

To challenge Chelsea, clubs couldn’t just make one big transfer splash.

They needed consistent, long-term investment—at least two or three transfer windows packed with smart, high-budget signings to rebuild their squads.

And realistically, only Manchester City had both the financial firepower and footballing infrastructure to match Chelsea step for step.

Liverpool’s owners were wealthy, yes—but rational to a fault.

They had no oil-money mindset, and a rapid rise seemed out of reach.

Arsenal’s situation was even messier.

Both the primary and secondary shareholders had deep pockets—but neither wanted to cede control.

Each wanted full ownership, so neither was willing to invest aggressively while the other stood to benefit.

Result: penny-pinching deadlock.

As for Manchester United...

Well, best not to speak too much.

They were now little more than a commercial brand wearing the skin of a football club.

When it came to generating money and emotionally torturing their fans, United were elite.

But trophies?

At best, they were just clinging to top-four relevance.

Forget the title.

Bottom line?

Chelsea had struck gold—a golden era at the perfect moment.

Their real rival?

City. And only City.

Given continued investment, City would eventually grow stronger.

In a couple of seasons, they might stand as true equals.

But next season?

Chelsea still had the upper hand.

Even if City bought big, new signings would need time to gel.

The City coaching staff knew this well.

To dethrone Chelsea, they’d need to bide their time.

Chelsea’s players knew it too.

So even as they celebrated another early title, they didn’t get carried away.

Happiness and a sense of looming pressure now coexisted in the squad.

Had they only been chasing short-term glory, they’d be partying hard.

But aiming for three straight titles?

That required foresight. Composure. Focus.

Mourinho didn’t burden them with too much pressure.

He wanted them to enjoy the moment.

There’d be time in the off-season for tactics and planning.

Balance was everything—emotionally and mentally.

That’s what sustained a dynasty.

So that night, Mourinho gave the team a full day off.

Even with the Champions League quarterfinal second leg looming, he let them rest.

At the celebration dinner, the atmosphere was electric.

Owner Roman Abramovich had announced early bonus payouts, and the room was buzzing.

But when it ended, every single Chelsea first-team player went home quietly.

And the next afternoon—on their day off—almost all of the team’s young players showed up at the training ground for recovery work.

The coaching staff was stunned.

And then? Overwhelmed with pride.

”What fantastic lads we’ve got here!” Holland exclaimed from the office window, watching the players stretch and jog together.

”If we don’t end this season as champions of everything, I’ll never forgive the football gods! José, they deserve it—they deserve every trophy we can win!”

Mourinho just smiled, saying nothing.

He wouldn’t make bold promises.

Football was a game where anything could happen—and that was its greatest beauty.

But he would give everything he had to help this special team reach the summit.

Whatever came this summer, they would leave nothing behind.

No regrets.

And he firmly believed: those who gave everything would always receive what they were due.

”They’ll get what they deserve,” Mourinho finally said. ”Now let’s work. We’ve got to prepare for Juventus—let’s break down that second leg.”

At Cobham, players and staff were deep into pre-match preparations.

None of the final eight Champions League clubs had much time.

Two days later, the quarterfinals resumed.

This time, Chelsea were playing last.

On April 21st, after a long grind, Bayern Munich beat Dortmund 3–1 on aggregate and punched their ticket to the final four.

Real Madrid followed suit, eliminating City 5–3 on aggregate.

Then came April 22nd.

Chelsea vs. Juventus. Arsenal vs. Atlético.

In the first legs, both English teams had won 1–0 at home.

But now that City had crashed out, Chelsea and Arsenal stood as the Premier League’s last hopes.

Arsenal were heading to Madrid—a brutal draw.

Atlético had been perfect at home this season, burying even Real and Barça at the Calderón.

Not even the most optimistic Arsenal fans dared to dream of a comeback.

Chelsea, on the other hand, were back at Stamford Bridge—and the neutral fans backed them heavily.

At 19:45, both matches kicked off.

Arsenal, full of desperation, launched an all-out assault at the Calderón.

Chelsea?

They built a wall and waited for Juventus to crash into it.

For Allegri, this tie had become a tactical no-win.

Whatever his opening plan was, he knew the second leg would always force Juventus onto the front foot.

And Chelsea?

They were already waiting.

In a 90-minute match, scoring just one goal would be enough for Juventus to force Chelsea into extra time.

Score two, and they’d throw Chelsea into full retreat.

So no matter how much Allegri wanted to play it safe, there was no way he could afford to let time tick away.

Pushing forward from the outset was their best shot.

Despite using the same 4-4-2 starting formation as in the first leg, Juventus played far more aggressively this time.

Chelsea, on the other hand, abandoned their go-to 4-3-3 formation of the season, reverting instead to last year’s classic 4-2-3-1.

Yet Mourinho still didn’t deploy Leon in his usual defensive midfield pairing with Matic.

This match, it was Matic and Kroos sitting deep, while Leon played up top as a central attacking midfielder.

From that setup, Chelsea’s intent was obvious.

Yes, they’d defend. But they weren’t going to be passive.

Leon’s advanced position meant one thing: they were hunting for counterattacks.

To supercharge the speed on both flanks, Mourinho didn’t even start De Bruyne.

Instead, it was Hazard on the left and Salah on the right—maximum pace.

Ibrahimović held the middle, offering distribution and physicality.

Even on paper, Chelsea’s counterattack looked terrifying.

Juventus fans were already holding their breath at kickoff.

Leon wasn’t shadowing Pirlo like last time, so Juve had more control in the early stages.

They looked sharper in the middle than out wide.

Morata played a textbook target man role.

Tevez, Vidal, and the late-arriving Pogba all used his presence to punch holes in Chelsea’s defense.

Matic had tangled with Vidal plenty in the first leg. He respected the Chilean’s versatility and attacking bite.

So he focused most of his energy on marking Vidal—leaving Pogba with a little too much freedom.

That slight slack allowed Pogba to fire off long shots and send lofted through balls to Tevez.

If not for Thiago Silva’s heroic block in the 7th minute, Juventus might’ve drawn first blood.

Mourinho scowled.

But on the field, Mascherano and Kroos quickly adjusted.

Kroos went wider to mark Pogba alone. If he couldn’t win the duel, he’d just foul.

Matic held his position to stop Vidal’s deep runs.

Just like that, Juventus’ opening burst was neutralized.

Leon, from his advanced position, watched the midfield closely.

Once he saw that Mascherano and Kroos had stabilized the center, he stayed high.

Then, in the 12th minute, he finally got his moment.

Matic dispossessed Vidal cleanly.

Kroos scooped up the loose ball and immediately launched it forward.

Pirlo dropped back. Marchisio stepped up.

But Leon simply barreled through, turned with the ball, and left Marchisio behind.

As he charged toward Juve’s final third, he shifted the ball to the right—

Straight to Salah, who took off.

Evra tried to stay with him, but Salah blew past and hit the byline.

The cross wasn’t great.

Ibrahimović couldn’t get a touch, and Leon hadn’t yet reached the box.

Bonucci cleared.

The move didn’t result in a goal, but it sent a warning.

Leon gave Salah a thumbs-up.

The tempo settled again. Juventus pushed, Chelsea waited.

Then, ten minutes later, Chelsea struck again.

Leon dragged Pogba and Pirlo wide with a fake run.

That freed up Kroos to carry the ball forward.

This time, Kroos didn’t look for Salah—he trusted Hazard more.

Leon shifted left to support the attack.

But Hazard, full of confidence, didn’t need help.

Two sharp directional shifts, one acceleration—Lichtsteiner was toast.

Hazard cut inside the box.

Ibrahimović’s run cleared space, pulling defenders away.

Then Bonucci stepped up.

Hazard feinted a shot. Bonucci bit.

With a quick flick, Hazard left Bonucci stumbling.

Bonucci spun, sprinted two steps, and lunged into a desperate sliding tackle—

Just as Hazard wound up for a far-post strike.

The Belgian tumbled.

Instant chaos in the box.

Chelsea players screamed for a penalty.

Juve players waved it off.

Bonucci lay on the turf, clearly rattled.

The referee didn’t hesitate.

He took a signal from the assistant, blew the whistle, pointed to the spot—

Penalty. Yellow card for Bonucci.

”Bonucci’s made a crucial error! His moment of rashness hands Chelsea a golden opportunity!”

The Sky Sports commentator nearly shouted in excitement.

Leon took the ball from Kroos and strolled toward the spot, tuning out the noise.

”You’re mine, kid! I know where you’re going—I’ve got you!”

Buffon, ever composed, danced on his line, relaxed and chatting.

Leon didn’t even glance at him.

He placed the ball, took a deep breath, stepped back.

No inner monologue. No drama.

Just unshakeable belief.

Leon struck the ball hard.

Buffon guessed right—dived to his right.

The ball smashed into the post—and bounced in.

Buffon’s fingertips were a centimeter too short.

Heaven or hell, decided by inches.

Chelsea erupted.

Juventus crumbled.

Buffon slammed the turf.

Chiellini and Lichtsteiner stood hands on hips, staring in disbelief.

Meanwhile, across Europe, Atlético had just scored too.

They now led Arsenal 2–0 on aggregate.

Two stadiums.

Two identical scorelines.

But the London clubs were in vastly different places.

Arsenal were finished. Their Champions League journey was over.

Chelsea, the Premier League’s last hope—

had stepped into the dragon’s den...

and drawn first blood.

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