"Do you think we can't win?" Coach Marco Silva confronted his players as soon as they were in the dressing room during half-ti.
"Co on guys!" He clapped. "We can do this!"
"Let's shock them, let's stun them, let's make them rember and learn to dread us!"
"Let's go out there and score a goal!"
"Co on!"
Coach Marco Silva's little team talk left the blood of his players boiling as they ca out for the 2nd half, and it was the sa mood in the Chelsea team.
Enzo Maresca seed to have promised them heaven and earth because the Chelsea players ca out of the tunnel with a fire burning in their eyes.
FWEEEE!
When the referee's whistle sounded, this ga continued, with even more fire, more venom, and more intensity.
The second half was even more chaotic than the first as both teams showed their desperation, wanting to get a goal first.
In this second half, offensively, 2 players remained the standout, Cole Palr and Sam as every other player was no more than support to them. The intensity of this ga was too much for them to thrive.
It was a war on the pitch.
The little flicks from Cole Palr, the body feints, the tight-control and dribbling, the flair, attracting dangerous challenges from the Fulham players as they started slowly accumulating yellow cards.
Every ti that the ball touched his leg and he moved with it, the away fan section felt like they would die of anxiety.
The sa applied for the Chelsea fans, caused by Sam.
While Cole Palr's ga had more flair to it and was more refined, Sam's ga was more brutal and direct, straight to the point.
His was the mazy runs, the powerful outbursts of speed, the nutgs, the silky elasticos, the powerful shoulder shoves in a display of physicality, and then the occasional long range piledriver that stung Robert Sanchez's gloves, Sam played like an absolute tank, a gladiator.
Every ti that he had the ball close to the Chelsea 18-yard box, the Chelsea defense moved, scrambling backward in response to his movents.
This ga was exciting, far too exciting, the Chelsea and Fulham fans were bearing witness to a ga for the ages.
Another impressive figure in this ga as the second half wore on was Enzo Fernandez. Settling into his mojo, the Argentine international seed to transform into a pri Toni Kroos, mounting in the base of the Chelsea midfield like a fortress.
And from that point, he sprayed pin-point passes left and right around the pitch, both short and long ones with deadly accuracy, dictating Chelsea's tempo and aiding Cole Palr's brilliance.
With him taking care of the control part though, there was another teammate of his that protected the defense, most especially when Fulham's Zinedine Sam went on his marauding runs.
This ga, the Ecuadorian International, Moises Caicedo was like the impenetrable ancient wall of China.
Aggressive, physical, and skilled, Moises Caicedo played like a monster.
He jumped into tackles with gusto, not scared of diving into sliding tackles just to win the ball back. He was Sam's greatest bane this ga even as Sam torched him a few tis already.
So long as Fulham didn't score yet though, Moises Caicedo was satisfied, Sam could torch and humiliate him how many tis he wanted.
This ga was a masterpiece!
Despite all the excitent though, despite all the chances that were created, despite the individual brilliance in display, by the 70th minute of this ga, the ga remained a goalless draw.
It was crazy, far too crazy to be real.
By the 75th minute, it seed like this ga was going to be a straight draw when after relentless pressure all ga, Cole Palr went on another of his dizzying runs and this ti, an unlikely opponent brought him down close to the Fulham 18-yard box.
Hot-headed from 75 minutes of non-stop action, in the zone state, Sam could not hold himself as tracking back, he slid in, tripping Cole Palr just outside the box.
FWEEEE!
The referee gave Sam a yellow card, awarding a freekick to Chelsea.
"BOOOO…!" A loud chorus of boos resounded from the Chelsea fans again as they directed their hate at the Fulham superstar.
Jumping to his feet, Sam extended a hand to help Cole Palr up only for the Englishman to slap his hand aside, helping himself up.
"…!" For a mont, Sam felt like a switch just sparked inside of him as he lost his head.
That mont in this ga almost caused a fight on the pitch as the referee had to give 2 more yellow cards before the players from both sides who got involved were separated and pacified.
That near fight only increased the tension in this ga. And in that tension was when Cole Palr stood before the ball to take the freekick.
Taking a deep breath, the Englishman took a look at goal and after the referee's whistle, he went on an angled run, then…
BAM!
With his lethal left foot, he kicked the ball, curling it past the wall of Fulham players as it honed towards the top left corner like a missile.
Bernd Leno dived after the ball but after saving his team so many tis this ga already, for the first ti, this goalkeeper failed to be superman.
The ball tore its way into the net.
"…!" There was a brief silence of disbelief in Stamford Bridge, and then…
"GOALLLLLLLLLL…!!!" Stamford Bridge erupted.
"PALRRRRRR!!!" The comntator roared.
"What a goal! What a freekick! What a befitting way to score the only goal of the most exciting ga of the season!"
"Cold Palr strikes again!"
"This boy has got ice in his veins!"
With sweat all over his face, Cole Palr jogged towards the corner flag, doing his iconic shivering celebration as Stamford Bridge worshipped him.
While Chelsea celebrated, Fulham was devastated.
After playing such a great ga for 78 minutes, matching Chelsea's intensity at every turn, in the end, Cole Palr's brilliance did them in.
They finally understood what their opponents felt when Sam created his monts of magic, it was just too unfair.
But then…
'Win!' 'Win!' 'Win!'
The devil in a certain boy's head was already turning rabid, slowly turning him into a devil incarnate on the pitch.
There was still 12 minutes of normal ti.
To the devil incarnate at this mont, that was more than enough ti!
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