After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Sigh.

Boas shook his head with a smile.

Luckily, he would soon be able to learn magic.

Even Kevin couldn’t compare to him.

After the halftime break, the entire Chelsea team strode out of the locker room like dragons and tigers.

As soon as they stepped out, Ramos slapped his thigh hard.

Shit.

How could I miss filming such an important moment?

This would be precious video material in the future.

Let those bastards see what it means to be talented and full of leadership.

Whether it’s Raul or Maldini, they’re far behind Kevin!

Gerrard walked out of the away team locker room with his teammates.

Seeing the high-spirited Chelsea, he kind of wanted to curse.

Even in the locker room, he could hear the noise coming from the home team’s side.

This is fucking wrong!

Usually, it’s the trailing team that gets hyped at halftime. You guys are two goals ahead, what more do you want?

”Blue, our dream. Football, our sport. United, victory is our goal. Whether sunshine or rain, please always cheer for us. Because our name is Chelsea, Chelsea...”

Both players returned to the field.

After Liverpool kicked off, Chelsea launched an intense press.

Gerrard quickly passed it back when he got the ball.

Looks like he wasn’t imagining things; Chelsea’s midfield was hyped up.

It felt like a team trailing in the final minutes of a UEFA Champions League final.

Shit, this is spooky!

Carragher received the ball at the back and passed it horizontally.

He’s a traditional center-back with average ball-handling skills.

Abeloa was pressed hard and promptly kicked it forward with a long ball.

This cross accurately found Gerrard, who pushed it forward, and the ball rolled past Ballack.

Kuyt broke away from Huang Kaiwen again to receive the ball, took a step and sent a through ball. Terry charged in front of Keane, kicking the ball to Aurelio’s feet.

Terry knocked Aurelio over head-on, the ball rolled towards Kuyt, but Terry seized the position before Kuyt could shoot, passing it back to Carvalho.

”Whoa, Terry is really lively today. Ramos passes directly to the front, Huang Kaiwen pushes forward on the wing... Joe Cole crosses, Carragher!!!”

”Carragher sends the ball into his own net again, scoring twice, what a beautiful lob, right over Reina’s head, 4:1!”

”Stamford Bridge resounded with Jamie Carragher’s name, Chelsea fans are apparently thanking Carragher for twice helping Chelsea break Liverpool’s goal, it’s 12 vs. 10 and there’s nothing Gerrard can do but stand there dumbfounded—why are teammates aiming at their own goal especially hard?”

[Old Kevin Fan] says.

”Holy shit, Carragher’s incredible!”

”Carragher scores twice, my dad scores twice, Gerrard scores one, today Liverpool’s offense is too strong, my dad Huang can’t even score against those two.”

”Hahaha, shouldn’t the score be wrong? If Carragher scores two, it should be Chelsea 2:3 Liverpool, right?”

”Benitez has me in stitches, now even he doesn’t care about his toad, pointing at the field and shouting, is he telling Carragher to aim hard at Chelsea’s goal?”

”Carragher’s really in the spotlight today, the success rate of his headers is too high.”

Carragher lay on the ground near the penalty area, unwilling to stand up.

Scoring two own goals is a memory he least wants to remember.

Yet today, he replicated the scene again.

Carragher remembers; he already matched Henry’s goal count against Liverpool.

Now, he’s doubting whether he should retire immediately. If he continues playing like this, he might surpass Henry to become the Premier League’s top scorer against Liverpool in history.

Gerrard stood at the half line, unable to think of how to comfort Carragher.

Or rather, he couldn’t even console himself.

A match where teammates scored two own goals, there’s just no way to play.

Even as captain, he wanted the game to end soon, let alone the other players.

...

Chelsea players finished celebrating.

Liverpool players slowly returned to midfield.

Benitez looked at the players’ states and couldn’t help but shake his head.

He caught sight of Chelsea’s coaching bench.

Unexpectedly, Mourinho’s assistant coach also had a knack for witchcraft.

If it weren’t for the curse, Carragher couldn’t possibly score two own goals.

Honestly, you can’t blame Carragher.

After the game, he directly told the players the truth, not to worry.

Such things are beyond human control.

It seemed Tom and Jerry’s magical power was still not enough to support his spells.

Those spiritual toads are too hard to find.

Later, he would buy some foreign breeds through friends for cultivation.

He would also change the music played during the toad’s growth, as Spanish music might not enhance spiritual power, so he’d switch to Brazilian music.

Liverpool kicked off again, and Keane passed it sideways again.

Albert Riera tapped the ball forward and dashed forward.

Joe Cole went up for defense again, and this time Riera passed it straight back, showing no intention to dribble past.

Carragher’s goals completely altered the dynamics.

Liverpool players all wanted to clock out early.

Mascherano passed it directly to Gerrard, who passed it ahead with one touch, Keane received and quickly pulled a trick but failed to fool Ballack.

Ballack moved sideways with Keane and suddenly stretched his leg, Keane tried a sudden stop to change direction, but Ballack quickly withdrew his foot and shot again, simply fooling him.

Pop—

The ball was poked behind Keane.

Gerrard rushed forward, Deco was closer.