Chapter 238 The Champion Of The League Cup! Shock Of The King Of Stamford Bridge!

"HAT-TRICK!!"

"Every big match, every crucial moment, Su Luo always steals the spotlight!"

As the clock hit the 87th minute, Liverpool's hopes were completely crushed.

In the live broadcast room of B Station during the English League Cup, the screen was flooded with viewers' comments, creating a wave of excitement.

Over 30 million people witnessed this glorious moment.

Su Luo was about to lift another trophy!

"Su Luo is amazing!"

"My Brother Su is unstoppable!"

"The pride of China! The light of Asia!"

"Hat-tricks are like a walk in the park for him!"

"My heart aches for Liverpool."

"This game is in the bag!"

On the screen, Su Luo, who had just completed his hat-trick, was visibly excited. He sprinted towards the corner flag, grabbed the pole, and brandished it like a sword, pointing it towards the night sky.

Reporters scrambled to capture this moment, and soon, photos of Su Luo would be all over social media. The scene had the air of an ancient warrior, a hero straight out of legends.

The director quickly switched to a replay, showing the goal in all its glory.

Without the usual "plugin" or abilities like the possession of Da Luo and Xiao Luo, Su Luo had to rely entirely on his own efforts to score. In the past, he could rely on the law of cause and effect—every shot was guaranteed to be on target, the buffs stacking up to ensure success.

Now, without those aids, Su Luo had to carefully time his shots, focusing on precision and power. In the beginning, his long shots were far from perfect, often missing the mark. It was as if Su Luo had descended from the realm of gods to the human world, where he had to work for every goal.

But being grounded allowed him to sharpen his skills. He gained new insights with every shot, honing his understanding of touch and control.

With the team leading 3-0 and Liverpool's morale fading, Su Luo took the opportunity to fine-tune his shooting in real-time. He continued to adjust and improve, patiently waiting for his next chance.

Finally, it came at the end of the game. After a Chelsea corner, Lovren cleared the ball with a header. Su Luo, who had been lurking outside the box, immediately dashed to intercept the ball.

Henderson, determined to stop him, clung to Su Luo, preventing him from turning. Though Su Luo didn't possess Ronaldinho's flair, he had practiced ball control extensively, and handling this situation was no problem for him.

He chested the ball down, using his body to shield it from Henderson. A quick touch with his knee adjusted the ball's direction, and he feigned a right-footed volley. Henderson, wary of Su Luo's move, quickly shifted to block the shot.

But Su Luo didn't strike. Instead, he made a sudden flick with his right ankle—a move purely born out of instinct!

Having spent so much time immersed in the techniques of Da Luo and Xiao Luo, Su Luo had developed muscle memory. He effortlessly swiped the ball past Henderson, sidestepped to the left, and, with Wijnaldum closing in, used his left foot to chip the ball.

A perfect falling leaf shot!

The ball soared over the penalty area, rapidly descending towards the goal. Karius, who had been fooled by Su Luo's earlier feint, was too late to react.

The ball nestled into the back of the net!

4-0!

Hat-trick!

After the goal, Su Luo stood momentarily dazed. The previous passes and shots were basic moves, nothing special—just chances created by pure awareness.

But this goal, while it looked simple, required impeccable technique.

If it were easy, Ronaldo's goals in the 2014 World Cup wouldn't have left the world in awe.

This time, Su Luo's strike was executed with precision reminiscent of Ronaldo's!

His teammates rushed over, surrounding him in celebration, bringing him back to reality.

Could it be? Had he reached this level purely by his own skill?

Chelsea had swept Liverpool aside in the League Cup Final! Su Luo was the MVP of the match.

No tricks, no possession—this championship was earned by Su Luo alone!

The Liverpool players were left in shock. Su Luo hadn't shown off any flashy skills, no 1v5 dribbles, no extravagant tricks. But they simply couldn't stop him, and they couldn't prevent him from creating chances.

Klopp hung his head low.

After 90 minutes, the referee didn't add any extra time and blew the final whistle immediately.

The Liverpool players, drained of all fight, collapsed on the Wembley turf.

Chelsea's players rushed onto the field, celebrating their first title of the season. Though it was just the League Cup, the celebrations were kept low-key.

The organizers quickly set up for the award ceremony. The entire Chelsea team gathered on the podium, with the veteran captain Terry, who rarely appeared on screen, standing at the front, raising the League Cup trophy high!

"We_are_the_champions_my_friends~!"

"And_well_keep_on_fighting_till_the_end…"

Queen's classic anthem "We Are the Champions" echoed through the stadium. The Chelsea team and Conte sang along, dancing on the podium, soaking in their moment of victory!

But as the lyrics go:

"We are champions, and we will keep fighting till the end."

The journey was far from over.

Three more championships awaited!

Su Luo's triumphant smile was captured on the awards screen, frozen in that moment of victory.

On the night of winning the championship, Conte decided to take the whole team out to a nightclub to celebrate. Chelsea's club is wealthy, so they booked the entire venue without hesitation. Despite the demanding schedule ahead, Conte believed the team needed to unwind. He knew that if they kept their nerves constantly tense, they would eventually snap.

Conte had noticed how the grueling schedule had affected players like Su Luo, Hazard, Lukaku, Matic, and Willian. The intensity was clearly taking a toll on them. However, he saw a positive change in Su Luo. Recently, Su Luo seemed to be reducing the fancy footwork and playing with more pragmatism and awareness. This shift was beneficial, as it helped conserve energy, allowing for more consistent and reliable performances in crucial matches.

"I have to say, Su is definitely the most effortless player I've ever worked with. He's... I can't even express it clearly," Conte said, often praising Su Luo to Abramovich.

"155 million euros really was worth every penny!" Abramovich would say, smiling smugly. "The players I insist on signing are naturally top-tier!"

Shevchenko, Torres, and other less successful signings were conveniently forgotten by Abramovich. Now, whenever the media criticized Chelsea's big spending, Su Luo's example would silence them. "Who said I, Abramovich, have poor judgment?"

The entire Chelsea team celebrated the championship victory with a night of excitement and release. However, Su Luo couldn't quite find the connection to the illusion on the dance floor. He figured that after the season ends, or after experiencing some major emotional highs and lows, the illusion might return.

"It doesn't matter," Su Luo thought. He wasn't too disappointed. After all, the battle with Liverpool had proven that he was already exceptional. He carried the confidence of a champion!

But after facing Liverpool, Chelsea had to prepare for their next challenge: a match against Union Berlin. Salah was returning to his old club. As he stood at Stamford Bridge, the familiar stadium brought mixed emotions.

"Tomorrow, can we really overthrow them?" Salah wondered aloud.

Keenan wasn't sure what to say, but Pickford patted him on the shoulder. "Remember what Su said: 'No matter who the opponent is, it's over if you grit your teeth and fight to the end. Run a few kilometers more than your opponent, and there's no game you can't win.'"

"True," Keenan agreed. "Besides, the pressure is on Su. Let's just do our best."

"Haha, exactly! And if we do beat him, we should definitely invite him to a nightclub to unwind."

The Union Berlin players maintained a good mentality. The real pressure was on Chelsea. They were the stronger team, one of the favorites to win the championship, and they led 2-1 from the first leg. If Union Berlin managed to turn it around, it would be a huge upset for Chelsea.

Listening to his teammates' discussions, Salah felt a bit uncomfortable. It was like your new girlfriend constantly talking about her ex, and it was starting to get to him. "Is this face-to-face NTR okay?" he thought to himself. "I am the new king of Union Berlin!"

Salah was determined to beat Chelsea and Su Luo, no matter the cost. He wanted to settle both old and new scores in one go!

Meanwhile, Union Berlin fans were making their way to Stamford Bridge. If they were going to any other venue, Hans and his group would be full of fierce determination. But Stamford Bridge was different—this was Su Luo's domain. They were more like tourists visiting London.

Uncle Hans had brought along Anya, who was still recovering. "How are you feeling? Still uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No, I was just a bit bored on the subway, but I'm much better now," Anya replied, shaking her head obediently. She was thrilled to finally see her idol again. This season, she had transformed from a die-hard Bundesliga fan into a passionate follower of the Premier League. Her knowledge of Premier League teams even surpassed her understanding of the Bundesliga.

Uncle Hans would often shake his head, joking that his daughter had betrayed Union Berlin. But in truth, even Hans secretly watched the Premier League. Chelsea had become his second favorite team, all because of Su Luo.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge, the stadium—twice the size of Union Berlin's old Forest Management Stadium—was indeed impressive. The sea of blue in the stands was overwhelming, dwarfing the red jerseys of the Berlin fans. There were less than a thousand of them, and they felt outnumbered. But Uncle Hans and the others remained standing, waving their flags and cheering for Union Berlin.

As more fans filled the stadium, the atmosphere became electric. It was time for the players to take the field.

"Stamford Bridge isn't all that," Bud muttered. "The Matthew Harding Stand is nothing compared to our home ground."

In the Bundesliga, Union Berlin's "Old Forestry Office" was notorious for its intense atmosphere. More than 20,000 fans could generate the energy of 60,000. Even stadiums like the Allianz Arena and Westfalen couldn't completely overpower the fanatical East Berlin supporters. They were the Iron Union—fearless proletarian fighters!

But just as Bud was feeling confident, something happened that made him pause. As the players from both teams entered the pitch, Chelsea's die-hard Matthew Harding Stand revealed a massive tifo. Its size was record-breaking, covering the entire stand.

However, it wasn't just the tifo's size that shocked everyone—it was the image it displayed. The top half of the tifo was red, but as it fully unfolded, the crowd gasped. There was only one person in the image, someone all the fans knew well.

Su Luo, wearing his blue No. 7 jersey, stood with one hand over his heart, his sharp and intense gaze directed into the distance. The red background behind him was a five-starred red flag.

The combination of the red flag and the blue jersey created a striking visual effect. This was the Chelsea fans' tribute to Su Luo—a challenge to the visiting team.

"Your former king is now our king," the Chelsea fans seemed to be saying. "Bow down and welcome the new king of Stamford Bridge, Su Luo!"

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