Conte stood on the sidelines, shouting the defenders' names and ordering them to quickly organize the second line of defense.

"You are the only one, and my defense is basically in place. I don't believe that you can pass everyone alone."

Conte was not panicked at all.

Even a little curious.

Just then.

He saw Chu Ge's hands spreading, like a big roc spreading his wings, raising his right foot high, looking like he was ready to shoot.

"This is another fake move."

Conte made a judgment immediately.

At such a long distance, the success rate of shooting is very low.

Even Batistuta at his peak, with his best Batistual goal, the probability of scoring at such a long distance will not exceed 40%. What's more, the world-class goalkeeper Courtois is standing in front of Chelsea's goal.

"He must have made a fake shot. The shot is fake, and it is true that he wants to pass by. As long as Luis and Azpilicueta are in a good position and do not reveal obvious flaws, he will not succeed."

Conte is professional.

He soon came to a professional conclusion.

And Luis and Azpilicueta, just as the coach imagined, worked together to defend each other and formed a juncture with Chu Ge. They did not blindly move forward and blocked the football that should not exist.

It was at this time.

Conte instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Is this fake move too real?" he frowned.

Just then.

Chu Ge hit the football with one kick.

Conte finally understood something was wrong.

He jumped up and shouted, "He's going to shoot! Quick..."

It's too late.

boom!

Football is like an angered bull.

Roar.

Go straight to the goal and charge.

This moment.

Everyone saw that a white light rose from Chu Ge's feet.

Like lightning.

Like thunder.

as.

God's punishment!

Courtois subconsciously opened his hands.

The football whizzed past the other side of his body.

Only a strong wind was left on the face.

The commentator was stunned for a while.

Immediately afterwards, everyone began to roar.

“gooo———”

"The ball is in! The ball is in!"

"Absolute kill! Absolute kill!"

"At the last moment of the game, Chu Ge scored the goal forty meters away!"

"Damn football, this damn romance! The winning goal completed by one person is shattered, and Chu Ge keeps the championship at Old Trafford Stadium! Chu Ge is the champion! Manchester United is the champion!"

In the media seat.

The reporters looked at each other.

Judging from the feedback from the timer, Chu Ge's goal speed exceeded 185 kilometers per hour!

Too fast!

So amazing!

This is another moment of witnessing the miracle!

They tore up the previous press releases and began to write the latest news every minute.

The latest news, the title will be:

Manchester United wins the championship!

The Red Devils are back!

There was a mess at Old Trafford Stadium.

Seventy thousand fans couldn't sit still.

No one can sit in a seat safely.

Because at this moment, the entire court was beating.

It's like an earthquake!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fans hugged each other.

Even kissing each other.

Happy to the point of hypoxia.

Ferguson time, the Red Devils are the ultimate winner.

The champion is back.

The Heavenly King returns to the throne.

the  red  is  back!
Chapter completed!