Chapter 247 Reproduce The 9320 Miracle! The Law Of Karma Must Come Back!

Su Luo's last-minute equalizer is nothing short of spectacular!

Manchester City's morale has hit rock bottom.

With his left foot, Su Luo caught everyone off guard, including Fei Niao and goalkeeper Bravo!

But what's even more shocking? Su Luo didn't celebrate. Instead, he grabbed the ball from the net and sprinted back to the center circle.

"He still wants to take the lead! Su Luo's fighting spirit has never wavered in all these years!"

"Even in stoppage time, he's still hungry for goals!"

Bravo thought about stopping him but was frozen in his tracks when he saw the determination in Su Luo's eyes. Su Luo placed the ball at the kickoff point, and the Chelsea players, instead of celebrating, quickly got back into formation, ready to press on.

The Manchester City players felt a chill down their spines.

This Chelsea team felt like a relentless force, an army driven by Su Luo's unyielding will.

Su Luo's equalizer didn't just level the score—it reignited Chelsea's fighting spirit!

In contrast, Manchester City was utterly demoralized. They were genuinely afraid.

Guardiola, desperate to rally his team, barely had time to react before Chelsea restarted the game.

Manchester City's players passed the ball around in the back, more out of caution than strategy.

"There's about 2 minutes left. Chelsea has equalized, and a comeback is still possible!"

"But Manchester City is playing it safe, hoping to salvage a point."

"The Chelsea players look exhausted. They're not pressing forward."

"Time is ticking away…"

As Manchester City played for time, Su Luo knew he had to make one last push!

Su Luo was running on fumes. He had already given everything, just like in their previous match at the Etihad, where he led Chelsea to a 4-1 victory.

This time, though, Chelsea was missing key players, and there was no possession advantage or favorable conditions. Su Luo was fighting for every scrap of opportunity.

Even though he had been quiet for most of the match, Su Luo's game sense and physical edge shone in the final minutes.

Each shot, each run was made with the determination of a man going all in, and it was that fire that brought Chelsea level.

But now, Su Luo was nearly spent.

Almost all of Manchester City had retreated, leaving no openings.

With every passing second, the end of the match loomed closer.

Su Luo slowed his pace, catching his breath, and gathering the last of his strength.

It was like being the last player alive in an eSports match, facing a full enemy team with just a sliver of health left.

It seemed impossible, but Su Luo wasn't one to give up.

During his brief rest, Su Luo observed the state of his opponents.

Guardiola hadn't made any substitutions.

David Silva was visibly exhausted, barely able to jog. This might be the only opening left.

Su Luo feigned exhaustion, staying near Silva in an unthreatening position.

Mount, Pedro, and Moses were still running their patterns, blocking the flanks.

De Bruyne, out of options, passed the ball back to Silva.

Chelsea's draw wouldn't be too bad for Manchester City.

De Bruyne looked for a safe pass and saw Silva unmarked nearby.

It was the safest option.

Silva just needed to pass the ball back to the defender, and the game would be over.

But!

Just as Silva was about to receive De Bruyne's pass, Su Luo, who had been lying in wait, sprang into action!

He sprinted at full speed, faster than David Silva!

Even Guardiola was stunned!

"How does he still have energy?"

David Silva, trying to be cautious, stopped the ball and prepared to pass it back, but his tired legs failed him. He fumbled, taking 0.5 seconds longer than he should have!

That tiny delay was all Su Luo needed. He curved his run, reached out, and stole the ball!

Then he turned and raced after it!

"David Silva receives the pass and prepares to send it back... Wait! Su Luo! He's charging in! His speed is incredible!"

David Silva, his mind frazzled after 93 minutes of intense play, couldn't process how Su Luo still had such energy.

In reality, Su Luo was surrounded with no energy or support to pull off a solo run.

But his relentless drive terrified Manchester City!

Su Luo's first goal was a fearless solo effort into the heart of City's defense—unbelievable!

Silva's first instinct was to stop Su Luo at any cost.

As Su Luo raced past, Silva reached out, grabbing his collar and dragging him down with his last ounce of strength!

Beep——

Referee Clattenburg sprinted over, blowing his whistle!

"Silva's tactical foul!"

Commentator Zhan Jun's excitement was palpable. He had almost given up hope for a comeback.

Despite missing key players, Chelsea had fought back to level the score with City—an incredible feat.

But this free kick... could it be?

Zhan Jun could hardly believe it himself.

"With just 30 seconds left, Chelsea has earned a free kick from about 34 meters out!"

"This might be their last chance!"

On the screen, Chelsea players gathered to discuss, and in the end, Su Luo walked up to the ball.

William, who usually took the free kicks, had already ceded the position to Su Luo. Besides, William, Hazard, and the other usual takers weren't even on the pitch.

All eyes were on Su Luo.

"Su Luo is going to take the free kick himself!"

"Remember, in the Premier League, over 83% of Su Luo's goals have come from direct free kicks! His accuracy is 100% on target!"

"Su Luo's free kicks are as good as penalties!"

"However, most of his goals so far have been from around 30 meters out, with only one free kick from beyond 35 meters."

"This kind of shot really tests your luck!"

"As Chelsea's last chance to attack in this match, Su Luo could consider passing, but his teammates are all tightly marked, making it difficult for anyone to get a clean header."

Su Luo set up his run-up, staring intently at the goal, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Su Luo's smile gave Chelsea fans, china fans, and his teammates a sense of calm.

"Perhaps it's his ability to stay so composed in crucial moments that allows Su Luo to create miracles time and time again!"

Beep!

The referee's whistle echoed through the stadium, and everyone held their breath.

In the penalty area, chaos ensued. Terry, David Luiz, and the others were being dragged down, struggling to break free from their markers.

anchester City had only three players in their wall, clearly underestimating Su Luo's ability to score directly from the free kick.

As Su Luo took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself, the weight of the entire village's hopes seemed to press down on his shoulders. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he had to make a choice. Even if he failed, he was ready to face the consequences.

Shoot!

His mind was filled with infinite belief, an unyielding desire to win, and an intense focus on the game. Su Luo's thoughts became crystal clear, and he entered a state of pure concentration.

The surrounding environment seemed to blur as if he was entering a different realm. The last time he experienced this feeling, he had lost the connection, but this time, something changed.

For a brief moment, Su Luo managed to connect with the illusion.

And most importantly, a familiar sensation surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head—a flash of inspiration, a moment of clarity.

This is it! After all this time, it's finally back!

Karma, destiny, whatever you want to call it, this shot was going in. No matter what. Even if the sun exploded, even if aliens invaded, even if the universe reset itself—this ball was destined to find the back of the net.

Even if Bravo, the goalkeeper, had the powers of a Super Saiyan, even if he could turn back time like The Flash, nothing would change. The ball was going in.

Su Luo struck the ball naturally, just as he had practiced countless times before.

The ball sailed over the wall, past the penalty area, and towards the goal. Bravo and Guardiola watched helplessly as the ball dipped and landed in the back of the net.

It was as if the outcome was preordained—a fact set in stone.

For a brief second after Su Luo scored, everyone in the stadium was stunned.

Then, the cheers erupted, louder than anything Stamford Bridge had ever experienced. The noise was deafening, possibly breaking decibel records for the Premier League.

Half of London felt the tremor. Even in Buckingham Palace, Queen Elizabeth II sensed something unusual.

"Is that an earthquake?" she wondered aloud.

Prime Minister Theresa May nodded in agreement. "It seems something significant has happened."

Stamford Bridge felt like it was on the verge of a tsunami, as the dark blue-clad fans in the stands nearly flooded the pitch. Chelsea's substitutes on the bench rushed toward Su Luo, their savior.

Even coach Conte couldn't resist joining the celebration.

The crowd chanted Su Luo's name with fervor.

"The King of Stamford Bridge has arrived! The gods have descended!"

"He is the true savior of the Blues!"

"Su Luo is synonymous with miracles!"

"Five years ago, Manchester City's 93:20 marked their rise to Premier League dominance. Today, Su Luo has delivered a similar miracle against them, establishing Chelsea's claim to the top spot in the Premier League!"

"Su Luo has made it clear—no one is getting close to the Premier League title! Otherwise, expect a hat-trick or even four goals to come back!"

Commentator Zhan Jun was beside himself with excitement, pouring out his emotions.

Fortunately, the fans were too caught up in their euphoria to notice his ramblings.

"How can you not love the Premier League? How can you not love football?"

In the chaos, the referee's whistle was ignored. The Manchester City players, clad in their light blue jerseys, were forgotten.

Sergio Aguero, panting heavily, watched as the ecstatic Chelsea substitutes raced past him. The joy was theirs, while he felt nothing but emptiness.

"Shit! Mierda!!" Aguero cursed in Spanish, angry not at his teammates but at himself.

He had risked everything this season to lead Manchester City, but in the end, it all fell apart.

The memory of 93:20, once a symbol of glory, now felt like a taunt, a slap in the face.

"I wish I had scored another goal in the second half!" Aguero muttered, filled with regret. But he wasn't ready to give up—he vowed to fight again next season.

Unlike Aguero, Grealish and De Bruyne were utterly defeated. Grealish collapsed onto his back, while De Bruyne simply lay there, staring blankly at the big screen.

The scoreboard read:

90:00+4

Agüero — 9'

Agüero — 37'

Agüero — 45+1'

Su Luo — 77'

Pedro — 88'

Su Luo — 91'

Su Luo — 93'

"You think we can beat him next season?" Grealish asked weakly.

It took a while for De Bruyne to respond, equally drained, "Maybe, if God is on our side."

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