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Chapter 346 344: A Hat-Trick Debut—Who Said Suárez Came to Chelsea Just to Be a Role Player? · 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

”Kieran, you’re gonna be on the front page tomorrow!”

”That pass was perfect! That run—genius!”

”They never expected you to pop up there! Hahaha!”

Listening to the loud, enthusiastic praise from his teammates, Trippier felt like he could float straight up to the clouds.

It was a dream start to the match—not just for Chelsea, but for him personally, it was utterly surreal.

But years of grinding through the professional leagues had tempered him.

He quickly calmed himself and didn’t let the rush of emotions carry him away.

Li Ang noticed, and gave him a look of admiration.

To be fair, it would’ve been completely understandable if Trippier had allowed himself to bask in the moment a bit longer.

But to stay this grounded, even after an assist in the first minute of his debut?

That was the mark of a big-game player.

”Well done… The game’s started great, but we’ve got to be careful—they’re gonna push back hard.

Swansea’s no joke. Let’s stay sharp on defense…”

Li Ang brought the huddle to an end with a timely reminder.

On his way back to his half, he stopped to personally congratulate Trippier.

Chelsea had drawn first blood and the atmosphere was buzzing.

But over on the Swansea bench, Garry Monk was already stressed out, scrambling to adjust his tactics.

The goal had wrecked his game plan—and shaken the team’s morale.

Still, he had to respond somehow.

He signaled Ki Sung-yueng to push higher up and distribute more aggressively.

Supporting Ki on that flank was Montero, the quick and agile Ecuadorian winger who’d done well last season with 1 goal and 7 assists in just 15 starts.

Though André Ayew, their new free signing from Marseille, had the bigger reputation and more well-rounded skills,

Monk trusted Montero when it came to breaking open stubborn defenses from the wing.

After the restart, Swansea immediately shifted their focus to Chelsea’s right side.

Ki and Montero began probing Trippier’s flank.

Last season, Chelsea fans wouldn’t have worried about that.

Azpilicueta had earned their complete trust with his defensive consistency.

But now Azpilicueta was on the left.

Trippier had made an explosive attacking debut, sure.

But many Chelsea fans were still nervous about whether he could handle the pressure of being targeted defensively.

Li Ang trusted Trippier’s ability.

Still, just in case, he swapped with Kroos and moved over to right defensive midfield, ready to back Trippier up.

But that precaution didn’t last long.

Trippier stepped up, met Montero head-on, and cleanly broke up his first dribble attempt.

”Brilliant solo defending! Trippier’s timing on the challenge was perfect!

Looks like Montero picked the wrong target—Trippier’s no pushover!”

The Sky Sports commentator couldn’t help but applaud the performance.

It was the kind of underdog story that fans love—a player who clawed his way up from the lower leagues and shone at the top level.

Maybe that early assist could’ve been written off as luck.

But holding his ground defensively proved that Trippier had real quality.

He’d earned this chance.

Maybe one game wasn’t enough to dislodge Bertrand as the first-choice fullback.

But this was the kind of performance that fans would talk about all season.

Too bad for Montero.

He’d hoped to be the savior.

Instead, he ran into a wall.

After several failed attempts, Neil Taylor, Swansea’s left-back, stopped overlapping as frequently—worried about getting caught on the counter by Li Ang.

Swansea’s other flank saw more touches now.

But André Ayew, facing his old Marseille teammate Azpilicueta, wasn’t feeling it either.

They both knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Ayew, a crafty veteran, quickly realized he wouldn’t have much joy down the wing.

So he tucked inside often, acting as a playmaker and creating space for Taylor to get forward instead.

With two good passers in midfield, Swansea managed to pull Chelsea’s shape around a bit.

They even found a few moments to break through down Chelsea’s left.

But Gomis, marked by Thiago Silva, failed to convert every single chance.

Once a fearsome striker in Ligue 1, Gomis had struggled to adapt to the Premier League’s pace and physicality.

Last season, he only scored 7 goals in 31 appearances for Swansea.

Injury issues played a part, but he just wasn’t a great fit for England’s style.

Now, every missed opportunity had the Swansea away fans groaning.

Eventually, they slowed down.

The tempo dropped. Swansea needed to breathe.

But Li Ang wasn’t going to let them.

If Swansea didn’t want to keep pushing the pace, then Chelsea would take over.

The match’s intensity wasn’t theirs to control anymore.

Li Ang and Kroos recovered possession and quickly started directing traffic again.

If Swansea couldn’t fly down both flanks, Chelsea would show them how it’s done.

The team surged forward as a unit.

Wingers rotated, midfielders kept the rhythm tight, and the pressure kept building.

Hazard, finally free of early defensive duties, came alive.

He ripped through Swansea’s right side, shredding the defense with his trademark flair.

Compared to Montero’s struggles against Trippier, Hazard’s dominance was a masterclass in wing play.

Give him the ball, and he’d do the rest.

Even Li Ang didn’t need to join in this wave.

He just stood back and watched his team fly.

Working in sync with Kroos to dictate Chelsea’s attacks, Li Ang watched as Hazard and Azpilicueta stormed through Swansea’s double coverage of Shelvey and Naughton.

Their run caused absolute chaos in Swansea’s box.

And before the visiting fans could even recover from their rising anxiety, Suárez was there at the far post, smashing in Hazard’s driven low cross for the second goal!

It was his first Premier League goal in a Chelsea shirt, and Suárez couldn’t stop smiling.

This was a dream debut—proof of just how seamlessly he had already adapted to Chelsea’s attack.

It wasn’t the prettiest goal in the world. Just a routine poacher’s finish.

But to fans watching from home—especially rival fans—it was ominous.

Li Ang was just as delighted for Suárez.

It was the perfect start. That goal would settle his nerves and let him play with even more confidence from here on.

Li Ang didn’t mind sharing the attacking spotlight.

Quite the opposite—he welcomed it.

He immediately saw what others might overlook: this team was becoming even stronger.

Last season, Mourinho had tweaked the attacking scheme, and Ibrahimović had willingly played second fiddle to support Li Ang. That helped him reach 30 league goals—a stunning record.

But Li Ang had never fooled himself. He knew his numbers were made possible by the support and sacrifice of teammates.

Now, if Suárez could score more goals than him and bring Chelsea even more victories?

Then that was absolutely fine.

In his mind, what mattered most was team success. Team glory.

That mindset, applied across the squad, was worth far more than another personal Golden Boot.

It was the only path forward if they wanted to make this season even more legendary than the last.

After the goal celebration ended, Li Ang quickly turned and told the front line to keep pushing Swansea’s defense.

Now wasn’t the time to relax.

You defend when you must—but when you’re on top, you press your advantage.

That kind of pragmatism was exactly what Mourinho always preached.

Buoyed by Li Ang’s encouragement—and seeing Mourinho gesturing from the sideline to maintain attacking pressure—Chelsea’s players didn’t hesitate for a second.

The game restarted.

Swansea barely had time to regroup before they were under siege again.

Ki Sung-yueng tried to calm things down and hold possession, but Chelsea’s high press forced Swansea to retreat into their own half.

Li Ang began making frequent forward runs.

His movement, combined with Hazard and De Bruyne’s relentless wing attacks, tore apart Swansea’s defensive shape.

On the sideline, Garry Monk was growing anxious.

His players were trying their best, but Chelsea were just too strong on every line.

You couldn’t shut down Chelsea’s left, center, and right simultaneously.

Not even Atlético had pulled that off in the Champions League final.

What hope did Swansea have?

Eventually, Swansea had to fall back and defend deep.

But constant switching between flanks left their back line stretched too thin.

In the 36th minute, Swansea’s right flank finally collapsed.

Naughton tried to commit a tactical foul on Hazard, but Hazard slipped past him with a sharp inside cut, avoiding contact completely.

He burst into the box.

Fernández tried to close him down, but Hazard calmly squared it across the box.

At the top of the arc, Li Ang shaped to shoot.

Ashley Williams lunged in with a sliding block—but Li Ang faked the shot and pulled the ball back with a deft drag.

Williams flew by.

Li Ang then slipped the ball into the right side of the box.

Right-back Neil Taylor turned to chase—but it was already too late.

Suárez had timed his run to perfection, slipped past the line, and struck the ball first-time into the near post.

Fabiański dove, but he was a half-step behind. The ball hit the net for Chelsea’s third goal.

Still in the first half—and Suárez had already bagged a brace.

The camera caught him sprinting to the corner flag, kissing his wrist in trademark fashion.

Stamford Bridge exploded.

This was déjà vu.

It reminded fans of when Li Ang made his Premier League debut for Chelsea—delivering two assists.

Now Suárez had made his league debut with two goals.

And just like that, the fans were head over heels.

When you combine talent and end product, fans fall in love instantly.

But the surprises weren’t over.

Down 0–3 at halftime, Swansea came out swinging after the break.

They had no choice.

Playing safe wouldn’t help now. If they were going to lose, they’d go down swinging.

And for that, Chelsea respected them.

For the first 15 minutes of the second half, Chelsea sat back and let Swansea pour forward.

But in the 62nd minute, Chelsea struck again.

Li Ang won the ball in midfield, danced past two men, and played a perfect through ball into the left channel.

Suárez peeled wide and latched onto it.

Now in the box, with Fabiański rushing out again, Suárez chipped him.

The ball floated just beyond Fabiański’s fingertips, kissed the crossbar—and dropped in.

Hat-trick.

His first Premier League game for Chelsea—and a hat-trick.

Stamford Bridge erupted in a stadium-wide earthquake.

”Hat-trick! Luis Suárez has scored a hat-trick in his very first Premier League appearance for Chelsea! Incredible!

The Uruguayan is on fire! This is the Suárez we always wanted to see—free from Liverpool’s tactical shackles!

No wonder fans are already calling him ’Mr. 100 Million’!

He’s brought back the magic of a Premier League Golden Boot winner!”

As the Sky Sports commentator screamed with joy, the camera cut to Suárez hugging Li Ang tightly.

Two assists from Li Ang.

Three goals for Suárez.

The media on the sidelines exchanged stunned looks.

Who the hell said Suárez came to Chelsea just to be a supporting player?

What kind of ”role player” scores a hat-trick on debut?

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