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Chapter 218 - 216: Premier League’s Top Chance Creator, Top Three in Two Charts, Best Defender—This Is Li Ang! · Nov 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 199: Two Matches, Three Goals Created—The Dominant Core Keeps Rising, Trouble Ahead for Manchester United 2026-11-11
202 Chapter 202 - 200: He’s Not Here to Challenge—He’s Here to Conquer the Premier League! 2026-11-11
203 Chapter 203 - 201: The Premier League Landscape After Three Consecutive Wins – A Well-Deserved August Best! 2026-11-11
204 Chapter 204 - 202: FIFA Virus Takes Its Toll—Li Ang as the Ultimate Safety Net! 2026-11-11
205 Chapter 205 - 203: Chelsea in Danger! Time to Call on the Little Lion to Rescue the Team! 2026-11-11
206 Chapter 206 - 204: A Hero in Crisis—The First Real Fixture Test of the Season 2026-11-11
207 Chapter 207 - 205: In London, Lose to Anyone but Spurs? Never! 2026-11-11
208 Chapter 208 - 206: Me? I Love Playing Against Old Friends 2026-11-11
209 Chapter 209 - 207: Robin Hood Chelsea, Generous Givers to Liverpool 2026-11-11
210 Chapter 210 - 208: The Little Beast Fooled Lame by Li Ang 2026-11-11
211 Chapter 211 - 209: Li Ang’s Plan to Reach Double-Doubles in Half a Season 2026-11-11
212 Chapter 212 - 210: The Little Lion Gives the Youngsters Another Masterclass 2026-11-11
213 Chapter 213 - 211: Cesc, Don’t Run—Changing Leagues Won’t Save You 2026-11-11
214 Chapter 214 - 212: Li Ang’s Been Waiting to Unleash on Guardiola’s Team 2026-11-11
215 Chapter 215 - 213: The First Hat-Trick of His Career! 2026-11-11
216 Chapter 216 - 214: Letting the Youngsters Play? That’s Not “Throwing the Game”—It’s Called Smart Rotation! 2026-11-11
217 Chapter 217 - 215: Fighting for First Place in the Champions League Group—Li Ang and Zlatan Go Wild 2026-11-11
218 Chapter 218 - 216: Premier League’s Top Chance Creator, Top Three in Two Charts, Best Defender—This Is Li Ang! 2026-11-11
219 Chapter 219 - 217: Fiery Little Lion in Protective Mode, Live and Online 2026-11-11
220 Chapter 220 - 218: Who Advances in the Final Round? The King of London Decides 2026-11-11
221 Chapter 221 - 219: Let’s See What You’re Made Of, Youth Brigade 2026-11-11
222 Chapter 222 - 220: You Want Me to Choose? Then I Pick Bayern in the Knockout Stage! 2026-11-11
223 Chapter 223 - 221: 13 Goals + 10 Assists, Double Double Achieved! 2026-11-11
224 Chapter 224 - 222: First Knockout Round Against PSG — Li Ang Wants 272 to Feel Despair! 2026-11-11
225 Chapter 225 - 223: Set a Small Goal First—Let’s Win the League Cup 2026-11-11
226 Chapter 226 - 224: Welcome Back to the Era of the Iron-Blooded Blues Dominating the Premier League! 2026-11-11
227 Chapter 227 - 225: Premier League Overlords, Kings of London! 2026-11-11
228 Chapter 228 - 226: Premier League’s Top Star? He Already Is 2026-11-11
229 Chapter 229 - 227: Starting the Year with Two Young Bulls — Mourinho’s Foundation-Laying Frenzy 2026-11-11
230 Chapter 230 - 228: See You in the League Cup Final! 2026-11-11
231 Chapter 231 - 229: Another Award Season, Mourinho’s Real Madrid Hauls It In 2026-11-11
232 Chapter 232 - 230: Manchester United Doesn’t Want to Be Graceful? Then Let’s Help Them Be! 2026-11-11
233 Chapter 233 - 231: City Breathing Down Their Necks, Mourinho Makes a Decision 2026-11-11
234 Chapter 234 - 232: The Premier League Revival – Pep vs. Mou, Clash for the Top 2026-11-11
235 Chapter 235 - 233: Damn, We’ve Become the Stand-Ins 2026-11-11
236 Chapter 236 - 234: Reconciled League Leaders, Ecstatic Arsenal Meet Misery 2026-11-11
237 Chapter 237 - 235: Defensive Crisis – Trouble Ahead for Chelsea? 2026-11-11
238 Chapter 238 - 236: Coach, Let Me Play Center-Back! 2026-11-11
239 Chapter 239 - 237: ”I Can Really Do This! Want to Give It a Try?!” 2026-11-11
240 Chapter 240 - 238: This Time, the Lafite’s on Me! 2026-11-11
241 Chapter 241 239: I Won’t Just Shut You Down—I’m Scoring Over You Too 2026-11-11
242 Chapter 242 240: The Clutch Prince, Opener of Carnage 2026-11-11
243 Chapter 243 241: Winning by Four Isn’t Enough—Leon, the Ruthless One 2026-11-11
244 Chapter 244 242: A Lavish 20+18—Leon’s Statement 2026-11-11
245 Chapter 245 243: The Premier League’s Common Enemy—The Little Lion 2026-11-11
246 Chapter 246 244: So You’re Also Attracted by Looks 2026-11-11
247 Chapter 247 245: Pep, Every Encounter in This World Is... 2026-11-11
248 Chapter 248 246: Double Twenty, League Cup Champion—I Want It All! 2026-11-11
249 Chapter 249 247: A Season in Miniature, Born a Champion 2026-11-11
250 Chapter 250 2026-11-11

”Not even halftime yet, and Chelsea already lead 3–0! I don’t think anyone watching expected this before the game—not us, not the fans!”

”In terms of tactics, Schalke 04’s manager has been completely outclassed. At this point, they’ve got no other choice—they need to start playing more aggressively.

You’re already three goals down before the break. It’s pointless to argue about whose fault it is, which defender underperformed, or whether the goalkeeper should’ve done better.

They need to attack! It’s do or die!

Even if they can’t score, they need to reset their mentality before halftime and come out swinging in the second half.”

In the CCTV 5 studio, commentators He Wei and Coach Zhang were now speaking more relaxedly.

They’d already exploded in celebration after Zlatan and Li Ang each scored. Now, from Schalke’s perspective, Zhang offered some calm and reasonable advice.

When the match is already spiraling out of control, there’s no point in dwelling on individual mistakes.

What matters now is using halftime to refocus, regroup as a team, and, if possible, salvage a goal or two for dignity’s sake.

But if they couldn’t shift their mindset in time? Then the second half would be pure torture.

Back at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea fans were already celebrating what looked like a certain top finish in the Champions League group.

No matter what happened in the other match between Steaua Bucharest and Basel, if Chelsea could win tonight, they’d clinch the group with two rounds to spare.

In a season packed with a brutal fixture list, this was great news.

For the final two group matches, Chelsea could field youth and rotation players, letting their starters focus on the Premier League.

But for Schalke fans, tonight’s result meant the rest of the group stage would be life or death.

If Basel beat Bucharest tonight, then Schalke would have to beat both Basel and Steaua in the final two rounds.

And not just beat them—dominate.

If they failed in either match, Basel could leapfrog them into second, sending Schalke tumbling into the Europa League.

Why would Chelsea fight tooth and nail in the last two rounds?

They’d already have first place locked up. They’d be rotating heavily.

Schalke fans understood what was happening. This 3–0 thrashing meant one thing:

Their fate was now entirely in their own hands.

At halftime, Schalke coach Jens Keller had also figured it out.

He made two tactical subs right away.

Clemens came on for the ineffective left winger Fuchs.

Then Max Meyer replaced the aging Jermaine Jones in midfield.

Coach Zhang slapped his thigh when he saw the move. ”That’s the right idea,” he said.

Schalke also switched to a 4-3-3.

The new midfield combo of Boateng and Meyer gave them more drive and ball movement.

It wasn’t enough to match Chelsea, but it was a better fit for their own attack.

And with their new mindset, Schalke’s second-half offense was at least coherent.

Draxler pushed further forward, closer to Chelsea’s box.

Now, even if Chelsea double-marked him, his passes became more dangerous.

Defensively, even though they were committing fewer numbers, everyone had clearer responsibilities.

The pressure was still high, but they no longer had to worry about being sabotaged by a teammate’s mistake.

At last, the Champions League clash turned into a proper back-and-forth.

The first half had been a massacre. The second was a counterpunch from a battered Bundesliga giant.

Mourinho didn’t tell Chelsea to sit back, so they kept looking for goals.

The problem? Schalke still defended loosely against Chelsea’s midfielders and full-backs.

But they locked in on Li Ang and Ibrahimović—the two executioners from the first half.

Every Chelsea player tried to feed Zlatan, hoping he’d complete a Champions League hat-trick.

But even after playing until the 80th minute, Zlatan couldn’t find a third.

Still, before coming off, he added another stat:

He assisted Hazard for Chelsea’s fourth goal.

Then, in stoppage time, Lukaku capped off the game with a lightning-fast counterattack.

Final score: 5–2.

Zlatan: 2 goals, 2 assists.

Li Ang: 1 goal, 2 assists.

Between them, they were involved in all five of Chelsea’s goals.

After the match, the two were immediately swarmed by reporters.

Mourinho, meanwhile, shared a warm handshake with the defeated Keller.

But before Keller could stew in disappointment, one of his assistants whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, Keller’s face lit up in surprise.

Moments later, cheers erupted from Schalke’s locker room.

Bucharest and Basel had drawn again—1–1.

Basel missed their chance to overtake Schalke. With only three points, they remained third in the group.

German media couldn’t praise Steaua Bucharest enough.

To be fair, Bucharest had shown real grit in these last two Champions League matches.

They couldn’t beat Schalke or Chelsea, but against the stronger Basel?

They clawed out two points and preserved their pride.

Okay, that was the generous spin.

The harsher truth?

It was two mediocre teams flailing at each other—and the bigger one choked.

Back in Chelsea’s locker room, Li Ang and the others heard the result and chuckled.

”Ah, Basel… we gave you the chance. But you just couldn’t take it, huh?” Li Ang muttered with a shake of his head.

After grumbling internally for a bit, Li Ang tossed all thoughts of the remaining Champions League group stage matches out of his mind.

For Chelsea’s starters, the group stage was effectively over.

Any more appearances would be seen by fans and the media as stat-padding.

And even if Li Ang didn’t care about public opinion, he had no interest in doing something so thankless.

What mattered now were the remaining Premier League fixtures in November and December.

The Champions League knockout stages and the FA Cup wouldn’t begin until the new year.

Outside of the league, Chelsea only had one more match in the EFL Cup—a quarterfinal against Stoke City.

Tricky, sure, but hardly a real threat.

So at this moment, Li Ang was perfectly relaxed.

When Mourinho announced that every player who featured in the recent Champions League game would get a full day off, Li Ang celebrated along with the others.

With the packed fixture list still ongoing, that one day of rest felt more precious than gold.

The next day, Li Ang didn’t even show up at Cobham for extra training.

Instead, he stayed home, slept in, and enjoyed a rare day of self-indulgence.

Of course, even Li Ang’s ”indulgence” included an afternoon jog and a swim.

He’d become too used to moving—being totally sedentary was impossible for him.

On the morning of November 8th, Li Ang and his teammates arrived on time for check-in and medical evaluation.

That afternoon, after training, Mourinho pulled Li Ang into his office.

One good news, one bad.

The good news? In the next league match against West Brom, Li Ang would be given even more tactical freedom on both sides of the ball.

The bad news? The medical team had recommended resting both Hazard and Lampard, meaning Li Ang would be losing two of his most reliable attacking partners.

In other words…

”Next match is going to be a tough one for you, Little Lion. I’ll find a time to give you a break after that.”

Li Ang didn’t buy it for a second. He just hoped that someday Lukaku would figure out how to properly play as a center forward.

No time to waste—he told Mourinho not to worry.

With Matic anchoring midfield, Zlatan ahead, and Terry behind, even a rotated Chelsea squad should be enough to handle West Brom.

Mourinho clearly agreed. On the afternoon of November 9th, he surprised everyone by rolling out a 4-4-2 starting formation.

Backline: Azpilicueta, Terry, David Luiz, Ivanović.

Midfield: Matic and Li Ang in the center. Bertrand playing further forward as left midfielder, De Bruyne on the right.

Up top: Zlatan and Lukaku.

There was nothing wrong with this lineup. The pre-match media consensus was clear: Chelsea had more than enough to beat 12th-place West Brom.

But then, to everyone’s surprise—West Brom scored first.

Shane Long, who had notched 11 goals the previous season, found the net in the 29th minute after pouncing on a low cross from Amalfitano.

The West Brom away fans at Stamford Bridge exploded with joy.

David Luiz, who was supposed to block that delivery, was a step too slow. After the goal, he slapped his forehead in frustration.

Chelsea, who had dominated but failed to score, were understandably disheartened.

They’d been flowing well in attack. They’d already hit the post twice.

Luck just wasn’t on their side.

Instead of shouting and riling up his teammates, Li Ang this time took a different approach.

He pointed to his temple, then made a downward pressing motion with both hands.

”Stay calm, guys. We need to stay calm. Don’t rush it. Start from the back and rebuild.”

He raised his voice just enough to be heard across the pitch.

Then, he pulled Bertrand aside for a quiet chat.

Bertrand could both attack and defend. He was a natural left-back but could fill in on the wing when needed.

Li Ang told him to shift focus—drop back and help Azpilicueta shut down West Brom’s right flank.

In the center, Li Ang and Matic locked things down.

With Chelsea shifting into defensive gear, West Brom’s attacking momentum fizzled out.

They had nothing left after that first strike.

Chelsea safely closed out the half, and Mourinho had no complaints about Li Ang’s mid-game tactical adjustments.

In fact, in the tunnel, Mourinho praised him openly for his poise and clarity.

Back in the locker room, Mourinho fired the team up.

He sharpened their tactics, lifted their spirits, and helped them shake off the first-half pressure.

With morale reset, Chelsea came out in the second half looking steady and composed.

No more forcing crosses down the flanks. Instead, they started probing through the middle.

Lukaku anchored the line, occupying West Brom’s center-backs.

Zlatan dropped deep, linking play with Li Ang, who expanded the width of Chelsea’s attacking lanes.

With patience, Chelsea pushed and pulled at West Brom’s backline, drawing them out of shape.

In the 62nd minute, Zlatan again dropped into space and laid the ball off to Li Ang.

Without taking a touch, Li Ang immediately pinged a long diagonal switch across the pitch.

The ball soared to the right wing, where De Bruyne had pulled wide into space.

The sudden shift caught West Brom off guard.

Their entire defense shifted left, trying to cover the exposed wing.

De Bruyne, now a rising star known for his pinpoint deliveries, took his time—and then whipped in one of his signature deep-arching crosses…

Lukaku sprinted toward the ball, his sheer force making West Brom’s two center-backs panic immediately.

But De Bruyne’s curving cross bypassed all three of them.

At the perfect moment, Zlatan—who had deliberately stayed a step behind—brought it down with composure.

West Brom’s Irish keeper Myhill rushed out to cut the angle, trying to force an error.

But Zlatan feinted a powerful shot, then sharply pulled the ball back with a deft fake, sending Myhill the wrong way before calmly slotting it into the empty net.

With the equalizer secured, Zlatan didn’t overdo his celebration. He simply clenched his fists and raised them inside the box.

Then he and Li Ang, who had dashed into the goal to retrieve the ball, jogged back toward the halfway line together.

Chelsea’s players, now surging with energy, couldn’t care less about a prolonged celebration.

They roared, pumping fists, urging one another to go again.

West Brom, meanwhile, looked shaken.

In their last ten Premier League matches, they had scored and conceded ten goals—a respectable defensive record, mediocre in attack.

But after Chelsea struck the post twice in the first half, and now with this breakthrough goal, the gap in quality was painfully obvious.

They wanted to hold the line.

So did manager Steve Clarke, who was desperate to protect the point.

So as soon as they restarted, West Brom shrank back and focused on controlling the ball to run down the clock.

Chelsea responded by pushing high up the pitch again, completely spreading out and launching wave after wave of attacks.

Zlatan’s goal had proved Mourinho’s tactical shift was the right move.

Chelsea’s players followed instructions faithfully, continuing to probe patiently, passing and pulling at West Brom’s shape.

Now that Zlatan had scored, he became the focal point of West Brom’s defense.

But that didn’t mean he could be easily shut down.

His technical ability and physical dominance made him the perfect pivot—drawing pressure, opening space for others.

Chelsea kept getting chances.

Even if they weren’t scoring yet, they never lost faith.

And Li Ang? He was locked in—waiting for the next crack in West Brom’s armor.

In the 84th minute, it came.

While Zlatan tangled with his national teammate Olsson inside the box, Lukaku suddenly made a darting run toward the right channel.

A momentary pocket of space opened up.

West Brom’s defenders adjusted quickly, doubling up on Lukaku.

That’s when Li Ang struck.

But instead of feeding Lukaku, he sent the ball across the pitch—to Bertrand, who was cutting in from the left.

Seeing the mass of bodies in the box, Bertrand realized a pass would likely be cut out.

So he took a risk.

With his stronger left foot, he rifled a low, powerful strike—half shot, half cross.

It was wild. It might’ve gone in, or it might’ve sailed past the post.

But Bertrand was willing to gamble.

West Brom’s defenders weren’t.

Approaching his 34th birthday, veteran center-back Gareth McAuley threw himself in front of the shot, blocking it with his chest.

Pain exploded across his ribs, but his mind stayed clear.

And in that moment of clarity, he saw Li Ang adjusting his steps just behind the ball.

Li Ang didn’t feel confident. Not really.

He’d scored a stunning volley weeks ago, yes—but he knew those chances came once in a while, not every week.

Hitting a clean volley is hard. Even for him.

But he had no other choice. He had to try.

If he missed? So what. Let them laugh.

He could live with that.

But what he couldn’t accept—was doing nothing when the moment came.

So as the ball fell into his zone, he didn’t think.

He just moved.

Deep breath, footwork adjustment, measure the bounce—

Then swing.

The ball met his laces flush.

He tried to keep it low, tried to guide it toward goal rather than blast it over.

In that instant, he saw Myhill spring off the ground, flinging himself at the ball.

He saw McAuley’s shocked expression as he twisted to watch.

But Li Ang didn’t see the ball’s full flight.

He only heard it.

Half a second later, he saw it—nestled inside the net.

The roar was instant.

Over 30,000 Chelsea fans erupted as one.

It shook Stamford Bridge to its core.

He Wei, on commentary, lost control entirely.

His words came flying out like machine-gun fire.

Beside him, Coach Zhang couldn’t even get a word in—just burst out laughing, caught in the euphoria.

Sky Sports commentators were left in awe.

”Once again, the savior! Eighth Premier League goal in his debut season! Eleven games, eight goals, six assists! Most goals created in the league! Top three in goals and assists! Defensively dominant!”

”This—

is Li Ang!”

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