Chapter 259 Birthday boys can score goals "Jiang! Woww~!"Oscar was holding a microphone with his feet on the dining table in the cafeteria. The microphone was connected to a super large speaker, and he felt a very shocking feeling when he shouted into the mic. "What the hell?" Jiang Yuan looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on the bar. 【Jiang's18th birthday】 A line of words written in English, translated as: Jiang Yuan’s 18th birthday. "Huh? Is today my birthday?" Jiang Yuan turned to look at Mourinho, who nodded and said, "Of course, you were born on April 4nd in China, which is almost today. Well, the main thing is that we have a game tomorrow, so let's celebrate today!" Mourinho stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Yuan forward. The Blues players had already arranged candles on both sides. "Oh my god, although... there's no need to make it so grand, right?" "Jiang, you don't understand this!"
Hazard acted mysterious: "Turning 18 is not only a birthday, but also a rite of passage. After today, you can go to the bar with us!" After that, Hazard and Courtois walked to the middle and lit the candles with ZIPPO lighters. The Arabic numerals "1" and "8" and the number "18" represented Jiang Yuan's age. On the table is a super big cake with 5 layers in total. Various fruits are added to each layer. At the bottom is a super big silver iron plate, supporting the 5-layer cake. "wdf?" Jiang Yuan looked around and saw that more than 30 players from the first team were present. "Five layers of cake? Are you kidding me? How can I possibly eat so much?" "Hey, Jiang, you're not the only one eating this, we all have to eat it!" Zuma reminded, holding a plate and a fork in his hands, and urged: "Hurry up, I haven't had dinner yet!" "Hurry up!" Mourinho kicked Zouma away and motioned Jiang Yuan to come closer and take a look. Oh? Including the table, the height of the cake was 2 meters. Falcao brought a stool to Jiang Yuan, who stepped on it and was able to see clearly what was on the cake. The top layer of the cake was covered with densely packed English letters written in chocolate sauce. Jiang Yuan frowned and took great effort to recognize the first line of words. "74' Ars…Arsenal: Chelsea…1:1" Jiang Yuan looked at Zuma below: "What does this mean?" "The Community Shield goal. That was your first official goal for the club. I still remember it. It was a direct free kick!" Zouma took a fork and tried to pick up a piece of the cake from the bottom, but was stopped by William beside him. "Wow" Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows. This birthday cake was indeed unique. Upon closer inspection, 21 league goals, 15 Champions League goals, plus some cup games, all of Jiang Yuan's goals so far this season were recorded on it. Jiang Yuan’s number of goals seemed to be insufficient, so the bottom layer of the cake was written with the assist record.
"Look here" At Mourinho's reminder, Jiang Yuan looked at the side of the cake. Eden Harzard, Cesc Fàbregas, Kurt Zouma… Zlatan Ibrahimovi, Thibaut Courtois. There is no doubt that these are the names of all the players in the Chelsea team, and of course Mourinho and Brown, but their names are a little hidden and you have to remove the chocolate chips on the outside of the cake to see them. "Make a wish!" "Jiang, charge!" "Make a wish, make a wish!" The Blues fans at the scene urged him to go. Jiang Yuan didn't want to dampen everyone's enthusiasm, so he stepped on a chair, clasped his hands together, muttered a few words silently, and then suddenly opened his eyes: "Well, can I make a few wishes?" "one hundred!" "Well, too many wishes are useless, so I'll just make one wish!" After saying that, Jiang Yuan closed his eyes again, opened them after 10 seconds, and blew the whistle in front of his teammates. For a moment, the candle was not blown out. Two times, the candle was not blown out. Three times, still no blow out. "what's the situation?" Jiang Yuan touched his head and blew hard, but the candle flame only moved around but did not go out at all. Under the table, Mourinho whispered, "Damn, who bought this candle?" “I bought it.” Hazard raised his hands. "What did you buy?" Hazard spread his hands and looked very innocent: "You said we should have a more atmospheric atmosphere, so I went to Jo Malone to order custom candles, which are luxury goods!" "Screw you!" Mourinho was furious. Jo Malone is a luxury brand and it does have an atmospheric feel, but the problem is that this thing is a lighting candle, which is completely different from birthday candles. "Fuck, huh..." Fortunately, Jiang Yuan was an athlete after all, and his lung capacity was good. He blew hard several times in a row and finally blew out both candles. I originally thought that German craftsmanship was the best, but now it seems that the quality of things made by the British is also quite good. At least this candle is really inextinguishable. "Ok, let's start!" Zuma rubbed his hands, picked up the knife on the table and handed it to Jiang Yuan, but Jiang Yuan was stunned after picking up the knife: "I can't bear to eat this kind of cake you bought."
Jiang Yuan was right. This five-layer cake recorded all the goals he had scored in official matches since he came to Chelsea. The significance was self-evident. "let me help you" Zuma moved a chair and stood up, took the knife handed to him by Jiang Yuan, and cut off a piece from the top. The French guy wanted to put the cut cake into his mouth, but after thinking about it, he handed it to Jiang Yuan next to him: "You eat first" Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate, he put his mouth close to it and tasted it lightly. It's very sweet, but not as sticky as cream, which is pretty good. While Jiang Yuan was tasting the cake, Zuma explained: "This is a super cake that I asked Guichon to order. What do you think? He is the most famous French dessert master. A super player deserves a super cake!" Zuma deliberately added emphasis when saying the word "I", fearing that Jiang Yuan didn't know that he had someone make the cake. "Good!" Jiang Yuan gave a thumbs up, and the other players brought chairs and began to taste what Zuma called "a masterpiece". Tasting the cake was secondary, the most important thing was to share the joyful atmosphere. However, before he had eaten three pieces, Cahill and Terry pushed Jiang Yuan to the back. “Fuck” Jiang Yuan held a fork in one hand and a plate in the other, and spread his hands out, looking innocent: "I haven't finished eating yet!" "correct!" Zuma suddenly remembered something and ran to the bar to get a small box: "Jiang, this is my birthday present for you!" birthday present? Jiang Yuan suppressed the smile on his face and slowly opened the box under Zuma's witness. Inside the box was... “Snail?” “Authentic French snails!” "I'll go to you!" …… "Zhuangdianertai, Zhuangdianertai!" "Here is the live broadcast of the 32nd round of the Premier League, Aston Villa vs. Chelsea" "The venue for this match is Aston Villa's home ground, Villa Park in Birmingham, England." "We can see that the game has already started. Let me introduce the starting lineups of both teams. First up is the home team Aston Villa!" Aston Villa (4-2-3-1) Goalkeeper: Guzan Defenders: Hutton, Richards, Lescott, Ali Sissoko Midfield: Westbrook, Idrissa Gueye, Carlos Sanchez Forwards: Hill, Gasted, Jordan Ayew Head coach: Eric Black
"Then it's the visiting team Chelsea. We can see that Jiang Yuan is still on the right side today." …… “They can’t go wrong~” “singing HI HO Aston villa~” "Whatever where you go we'll be there~" "Don't care about the weather, we will sing the song!" The song playing in the stadium was Aston Villa's team song "Hi Ho Silver Lining". Like most team songs, Villa's "Hi Ho Silver Lining" is also an adapted song. It is worth mentioning that the home team fans were in a very low spirits at Villa Park today. Of course, this is closely related to the team's current performance. In the 32nd round of the league, Aston Villa's total points were only 15, ranking last. The most fatal thing is that Villa is still 15 points behind Norwich, the second-to-last team. After the last round of the game against Swansea, Villa fans have no hope for this season. If the team wants to successfully avoid relegation, they must win at least 7 of the next 4 games. It doesn't seem difficult, but you have to know that Villa's next opponents are not easy to deal with, such as the opponent in the first game, the Blues Chelsea, who are still ranked third in the league with one game less. Before the game, The Sun published a pre-event news report. According to data from a British lottery company, Villa's odds of winning alone were as high as , and almost no one was optimistic about this team from Birmingham. Judging from today's game, there is a reason why Villa has such high odds. This team has big problems from the frontcourt to the goalkeeper. The cooperation between the players cannot be said to be rubbish, it can only be said to be completely non-existent. Let alone Chelsea, even if you pick any team from the Championship, Villa can't guarantee that they can win! "Hey!" Jiang Yuan reached out for the ball on the right, and with a decisive change of direction he successfully got rid of Guy's defense. After running out of the open space, Jiang Yuan chose to pass the ball. In the middle, Ibrahimovic also found a suitable position. Header shot! "Wow, Ibrahimovic's header was powerful enough, but the angle was off and the ball was caught by the Villa goalkeeper." "Hiss, Chelsea played really fiercely, especially on the right side with Jiang Yuan as the main breakthrough point. The sudden attack made Villa very uncomfortable." "..." "Move the ball to the middle, William, William is watching!" "To Hazard, Hazard passed the ball to Ibrahimovic, Ibrahimovic passed it back to Willian, Chelsea's frontcourt cooperation was very smooth" "William...pass the ball to the middle!" "Ibrahimovic, push at an angle! Beautiful!" "The ball is in!" "In the 5th minute of the game, Ibrahimovic scored a goal!" "Oh my god, I thought this would be a game with a huge gap in strength, but I didn't expect the gap between the two teams to be so big." The camera was on Ibrahimovic, the Swedish striker of Chelsea, who ran from the penalty area and slid to his knees, and roared as he rushed out of the court. Ibrahimovic's facial muscles were piled up, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying. "Chelsea!"
clap clap! "Chelsea!" clap clap! In the 15th minute of the game, the broadcaster gave the statistics of the field, and Chelsea had an overwhelming advantage with 77% ball possession. It is said that there are no weak teams in the Premier League, but Villa this season is really bad, even worse than the poor version of Chelsea at the beginning of the season. "Ibrahimovic made a mistake in passing the ball and Westwood seized the opportunity!" "William tried to get the ball back, but Westwood passed it directly to Guy on the side." "Jiang Yuan and Ibrahimovic pressed together. We can see that Chelsea's midfielders and forwards played very strongly today. The four players were connected by William. Although the offensive efficiency was not high, the ball possession rate was terrifyingly high." "Guy, pass the ball straight to Sanchez! Beautiful, Villa knows that they can't beat Chelsea in passing and controlling the ball, so they start to adopt this aggressive style of play" "Sanchez dribbled the ball in the middle, hesitated and didn't rush to attack. Hill on the right asked for the ball, and Sanchez chose to pass the ball to Ayew on the left. Fabregas and Jordan Ayew played one on one!" "Jiang Yuan is helping Fabregas with defense on the sideline... By the way, today is Jiang Yuan's birthday. By today, Jiang Yuan is considered an adult." In the CCTV live broadcast room, He Wei suddenly mentioned Jiang Yuan's birthday, which immediately attracted passionate comments from many fans. [18th birthday, well, Xiao Jiang is finally 18 years old] [Fuck, I just remembered that this guy is 18 years old... I'm really impressed. I was still preparing for the college entrance examination when I was 18.] [Hey, you're right. Jiang Yuan will take the college entrance examination in June this year. I just don't know if he will go.] [Outrageous, this talent is really overflowing the screen] [Jiang Yuan should be the best signing in the Premier League this season. He was also the best signing in Porto last season. He can make a difference wherever he goes. He is really awesome.] [Best Premier League signing? You make me look like the Golden Boy of Europe. Who is worth 18 million euros at the age of 7500? Forget 7500 million euros. There are no players worth 5000 million euros!] [Let me put it this way, 7500 million euros is not Xiao Jiang’s upper limit] [What's the point of talking about personal strength? Let's see if Chelsea can win the championship this season. With million euros in bilateral investment, Mourinho can resign if they don't win the championship.] [Don’t be so strict, Leicester City and Arsenal are also very strong, it’s hard to say in my opinion] [+1, Chelsea's wingers are strong, but I always feel there is something wrong. You all know Hazard this season, he is a classic god in one game and a ghost in the next. And Mourinho has a different lineup in every game. Why is Jiang Yuan the right winger again today? I don't accept it! ] [Brother Dong, why don’t you coach Chelsea?] [Cold knowledge: Birthday boys and girls can all score goals] In the 21st minute of the game, Chelsea still controlled the ball. Because Ibrahimovic's ankle was stepped on during the confrontation, Mourinho was forced to make a substitution early. No. 18 Remy replaces No. 21 Ibrahimovic! The biggest difference between Remy and Ibrahimovic is that Remy retreats more frequently, and this high-frequency retreat also relieves William of the pressure on getting the ball in the middle. Four minutes after Chelsea completed the substitution, that is, in the 4th minute of the first half, Azpilicueta's long pass from the backcourt accurately found Jiang Yuan near the right sideline.
"Come!" Jiang Yuan called out and passed the ball to Remi with his chest. The latter turned around and ran forward decisively. …… (End of this chapter)