Su Luo believed that with his footwork, he could score without any interference from Lloris.
And he was right.
He had been closely observing Lloris's position.
Then, suddenly—
Su Luo unleashed a thunderous shot toward the Tottenham Hotspur goal.
The ball flew like a bullet, rocketing into the back of the net.
There was nothing the goalkeeper could do.
Even a top-class keeper like Lloris was powerless to stop it.
As the ball hit the net, Lloris stood frozen, motionless.
He hadn't even attempted a save.
Undeniably, Su Luo's shot was lightning-fast—almost impossible to react to.
With this goal, his tally reached 597.
The stands at Stamford Bridge erupted.
Tens of thousands of Chelsea fans chanted Su Luo's name in unison.
The team's savior had done it again, bringing them level.
Meanwhile, on the live-streaming platform Qingqiu.com, Chinese fans flooded the chat with excitement.
Most of Chelsea's domestic supporters were actually fans of Su Luo himself.
They didn't necessarily have deep feelings for the club—
But they had an unwavering love for Su Luo.
"This feels so familiar—when it matters most, Su Luo always steps up to save the team!!"
"I have to say, Su Luo's shot was unbelievable. No one can stop him!"
"Chelsea is destined to be champions! No one can stand in our way!!"
"That's right! Chelsea will beat anyone in their path!"
"Son Heung-min may be playing well, but let's be honest—the best player on the pitch is Su Luo!"
Su Luo's goal instantly reignited Chelsea's fighting spirit.
With renewed morale, they launched a relentless offensive against Tottenham's defense.
There was no denying it—
Chelsea had the upper hand in terms of overall strength.
Especially when it came to midfield dominance.
Although Eriksen was in good form tonight,
It didn't change the fact that Chelsea had the better team.
At this moment, Fabregas took control of the ball in midfield.
But immediately, he was swarmed by defenders.
Alli, Eriksen, and Dembélé surrounded him like shadows, pressing aggressively.
They harassed Fabregas at every turn.
But Fabregas was still Fabregas.
One of the world's finest midfielders.
His ability to escape tight situations was exceptional.
In an instant—
Fabregas stopped abruptly.
And in the very next second—
He executed a perfect Marseille turn, gliding past his markers.
In one smooth motion, he bypassed all three defenders at once.
That was the brilliance of Cesc Fabregas.
More importantly—
His next move was decisive.
Without hesitation, he delivered a precise long pass to Hazard on the left wing.
Chelsea's counterattack was in full motion.
On the left flank,
Hazard received the ball and immediately showcased his blistering pace.
He surged forward without hesitation.
The moment had arrived.
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