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Chapter 311 309: Tottenham Will Not Have This Title—That, I Promise! · Nov 11, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 299: What Conspiracy? Just Mutual Respect~ 2026-11-11
302 Chapter 302 300: The League Cup, FA Cup, Premier League, and Champions League—We Want Them All! 2026-11-11
303 Chapter 303 301: Guardiola and Mourinho Both Go Wild — The Eye-Catching Battle of the Blues 2026-11-11
304 Chapter 304 302: Guardiola’s First Time Truly Envious of Mourinho 2026-11-11
305 Chapter 305 303: Visiting Camp Nou Twice a Year, Each Time with a New Feeling 2026-11-11
306 Chapter 306 304: Chelsea and Barcelona Swapped Tactical Playbooks 2026-11-11
307 Chapter 307 305: Dear Camp Nou, This Is a Friendly Greeting from London 2026-11-11
308 Chapter 308 306: Shifting Shapes and Shifting Blows—A Dazed Barcelona 2026-11-11
309 Chapter 309 307: Once Again, the Heavily Backed Barcelona Falls... 2026-11-11
310 Chapter 310 308: Leon’s Ambitious Stats and the Golden Boot Battle Rekindled 2026-11-11
311 Chapter 311 309: Tottenham Will Not Have This Title—That, I Promise! 2026-11-11
312 Chapter 312 310: The Sword Stays Sheathed, But Its Threat Is Greatest 2026-11-11
313 Chapter 313 311: We’ve Already Achieved a Quarter of This Season’s Title Goals 2026-11-11
314 Chapter 314 312: A Day of Suffering for Barça Fans—The Birth of the “7-Up Massacre”! 2026-11-11
315 Chapter 315 313: The Second Title Challenger—Juventus 2026-11-11
316 Chapter 316 314: The Relentless Winning Streak That Crushed City’s Spirit 2026-11-11
317 Chapter 317 315: Master Allegri, Let Me Show You What I’ve Learned 2026-11-11
318 Chapter 318 316: At the End of the B2B Road—There Is Leon 2026-11-11
319 Chapter 319 317: By His Own Hand? No—This Was a Team Victory! 2026-11-11
320 Chapter 320 318: A Gift from Manchester United—Premier League Champions with Five Games to Spare! 2026-11-11
321 Chapter 321 319: The Lone Seed in the Dragon’s Den—The Premier League’s Final Hope 2026-11-11
322 Chapter 322 320: Facing Bayern in the Semis—A Wembley London Derby Awaits 2026-11-11
323 Chapter 323 321: Bayern’s Self-Sabotage—Heynckes’ Legacy Now Belongs to Chelsea 2026-11-11
324 Chapter 324 322: Call in the Flying Dutchman—Bayern’s Cry for Help! 2026-11-11
325 Chapter 325 323: Time Rewinds, the Demon God Descends! 2026-11-11
326 Chapter 326 324: Give United a Push—They’d Better Get Used to the Europa League 2026-11-11
327 Chapter 327 325: Stamford Bridge Blocks the Comeback—Leon’s 40th Goal of the Season 2026-11-11
328 Chapter 328 326: The Battle for a Place Among the Giants – The Most Iron-Blooded Champions League Final! 2026-11-11
329 Chapter 329 327: You’ve Given Everything for Liverpool — Bring Your Talent to London Now! 2026-11-11
330 Chapter 330 328: Against Arsenal, Chelsea Never Needs to Hide Their Tactics 2026-11-11
331 Chapter 331 329: The 30th League Goal — A New Milestone for a Midfielder! 2026-11-11
332 Chapter 332 330: Get Ready to Witness the First Domestic Treble in English Football! 2026-11-11
333 Chapter 333 331: Atlético Are Strong, But I Hope They Fulfill Their Champions League Dream Next Year 2026-11-11
334 Chapter 334 332: Heard You Guys Run a Lot? Funny, So Do We! 2026-11-11
335 Chapter 335 333: Don’t Tell Me Chelsea Really Wants to Play for Extra Time? 2026-11-11
336 Chapter 336 334: Milan Brothers’ Superstar Moment 2026-11-11
337 Chapter 337 335: The Fairy-Tale Summer of the Old Boys! 2026-11-11
338 Chapter 338 336: The End of a Legend, The Dawn of a New Era 2026-11-11
339 Chapter 339 337: Real Madrid Enters the Fray—Is Li Ang Going Home? 2026-11-11
340 Chapter 340 338: If We Offer the Highest Salary in Football, How Will Real Madrid Respond? 2026-11-11
341 Chapter 341 339: Brother Lion, Lead Us One More Time 2026-11-11
342 Chapter 342 340: Dribbling and Finishing Upgraded—Don’t Be Surprised, Li Ang Is Still Evolving 2026-11-11
343 Chapter 343 341: Six Titles Aren’t the Ceiling—We’re Going for Seven! 2026-11-11
344 Chapter 344 342: Lukaku Joins United, Gnabry Joins Chelsea—They Both Have Bright Futures 2026-11-11
345 Chapter 345 343: Trippier’s Brilliant Debut 2026-11-11
346 Chapter 346 344: A Hat-Trick Debut—Who Said Suárez Came to Chelsea Just to Be a Role Player? 2026-11-11
347 Chapter 347 345: Here We F*ing Come, Six-Trophy Champions!** 2026-11-11
348 Chapter 348 346: Two Six-Trophy Champions—The Undisputed Best in the World 2026-11-11
349 Chapter 349 347: Oh No—This Season the Premier League Has Two Unstoppable Flat-Track Bullies! 2026-11-11
350 Chapter 350 348: The Group of Death Is Born, and Li Ang Is Crowned Europe’s Best! 2026-11-11

Scoring 20 league goals by Matchday 26 is an impressive achievement for any striker in Europe’s top four leagues—aside from the usual monsters like Messi and Ronaldo.

But when it’s a midfielder hitting that mark?

Then it’s not just impressive—it’s outright sensational.

Leon had officially shattered his own league goal tally from last season. At present, his league record stood at 20 goals and 15 assists.

Across all competitions? A staggering 30 goals and 27 assists.

In pure goal numbers, Ronaldo had already pulled far ahead—43 goals in all competitions. And it looked like he was on course for another 60+ goal season.

But in terms of total goal contributions?

Not even Cristiano could match Leon—not even Messi.

Leon was now the most prolific goal contributor across Europe’s top five leagues.

So, when the Sky Sports commentator shouted with excitement, you couldn’t say he was exaggerating.

Leon wasn’t just setting new standards. He was becoming the standard.

You want to challenge him?

Then bring numbers that matter.

Sure, Cavani and Suárez were competing with Leon for the league’s top scorer, but when it came to total goal involvement, they’d need to team up just to get close.

At that moment, Leon didn’t know his goal involvement had hit 57 for the season. He was still just riding the high of his 20th league goal.

The match had gone smoothly—team objectives and personal milestones had both been hit early.

Now, it was time to push the advantage.

Leon still wanted more. Another goal or two to widen the gap over Cavani.

But after celebrating with his teammates, he steadied himself and kept his focus. He reminded everyone to watch out for Burnley’s counterattack.

Team wins always came before personal glory.

Even if the opponent wasn’t exactly a giant, Leon never let his guard down. The history of football was littered with cautionary tales about underestimating weaker sides.

And because he set the tone, the rest of Chelsea followed.

The players pulled back from their adrenaline rush, dialed down the excitement, and locked into focus.

When the game resumed, Chelsea didn’t recklessly push forward. They reset, defended solidly, and waited to see if Burnley would try to strike back.

Fans watching on TV—especially neutral Premier League fans—could only shake their heads.

Chelsea were just too steady.

Burnley had no stable footing, and Chelsea weren’t going to hand them an opening. This one looked like a done deal.

Upsets were always possible in football.

But when the stronger side was also the more cautious, more disciplined side? The upset window was practically closed.

Burnley didn’t want to believe it. They saw Chelsea dropping deep and figured they could settle back too, playing for the counter.

They’d done this against Arsenal recently—let the Gunners overcommit and then snatched a late equalizer at the Emirates.

But today, their plan backfired.

Arsenal loved to attack, and Wenger always chased bigger wins. A one-goal lead wasn’t enough.

Chelsea, though?

They were fine with a 1–0.

A clean sheet and three points were good enough. No need to take unnecessary risks.

So the more Burnley sat back, the more comfortable Chelsea became.

1–0? Perfectly acceptable.

And when it came to holding a lead, Chelsea’s focus only sharpened.

If Burnley wanted a patience battle, they’d picked the wrong opponent.

Mourinho, watching from the sideline, stayed cool. No tactical changes needed.

So after breaking through Burnley’s parked bus early, Chelsea didn’t force the issue again. They shifted smoothly into game management mode.

And just like that, the rest of the first half played out quietly.

Burnley’s manager Sean Dyche was left stunned.

Chelsea could afford to slow things down—but Burnley couldn’t.

Every single point was life or death for a relegation-fighting side.

If they couldn’t even capitalize on counters against a top-tier team, then it didn’t matter whether they lost 1–0 or 3–0.

The first half was gone. Now, the second half was critical.

Burnley didn’t have time to waste.

Shortly after the break, Dyche brought on striker Sam Vokes, recently returned from injury.

He replaced Barnes, who had underperformed in the first half.

Now Burnley had Vokes and Danny Ings up front.

Vokes would act as a target man, freeing Ings to roam and hunt for chances.

And to their credit, Burnley did look more threatening.

They started to win more balls in the final third, created more crossing opportunities, and put a few half-chances together.

But the price of opening up?

Their defensive structure crumbled.

Chelsea’s counterattacks came flooding in.

Burnley’s attacks barely tickled Chelsea’s defensive wall—but Chelsea’s responses? Lethal.

Drogba thrived in this setup, drawing defenders with his movement and opening space for his flanking teammates.

With Van Ginkel and Lampard covering the back, Leon was free to join the attack.

Still, he didn’t rush forward recklessly. He played deeper, as the final passer.

In the 63rd minute, Salah sprinted to the byline and cut the ball back.

Leon received it at the edge of the box, right side. Burnley’s defenders tensed.

They expected a shot.

But Leon took a breath, shifted his weight—and instead sent in a rare left-footed cross.

The delivery wasn’t flashy—technically, it was nothing like De Bruyne’s trademark whip.

But it was smart, perfectly timed, and direct.

The ball curled to the far post, where Drogba was already charging in.

Michael Keane reacted fast—but not fast enough.

Drogba, the wily veteran, found just enough space and used all of his experience to get position.

The chance was coming. The dagger was drawn.

Drogba launched himself forward with force, shrugging off Michael Keane’s marking and nodding the ball into Burnley’s net before the defender could react.

Burnley’s keeper, Tom Heaton, swung a futile arm at the shot and looked devastated.

He couldn’t understand it—was it Chelsea’s thing to keep scoring these sudden, point-blank headers?

Those kinds of chances, if they connect, were basically guaranteed goals. And he wasn’t exactly some world-class keeper who could stop this kind of bombardment repeatedly!

Drogba, elated after scoring, called over Leon and De Bruyne, and the trio celebrated with a synchronized knee-slide in front of the roaring Stamford Bridge crowd.

Mourinho stepped up from the dugout, beaming with applause.

This match? Done. Secured. No more twists coming.

The remaining time on the clock could now be used to help Leon hunt more goals—a reward, a statement, a gesture of appreciation.

After all, Leon had been the most consistent workhorse in the squad, the one who had rotated the least and contributed the most. He deserved it.

With the win essentially sealed, Chelsea’s players began deliberately creating space for Leon, stretching Burnley’s defense to set him up.

And this time, Leon didn’t hold back. For once, he let himself be selfish.

Any chance to shoot, he took.

But Burnley’s defenders held firm. Even though their hopes of winning were gone, they didn’t want to become footnotes in Leon’s stat-padding campaign.

Still, by the 86th minute, their backline finally buckled under Chelsea’s relentless wide attacks.

Salah appeared ready to take on Burnley’s right-back one-on-one again.

But as Aké overlapped, Salah calmly laid the ball off.

Aké stormed into Burnley’s box, and midfielder Scott Arfield tracked back desperately—but he couldn’t match the Dutchman’s pace or strength.

In a panicked lunge, Arfield brought both Aké and the ball crashing to the turf.

The whistle blew. The referee pointed directly to the spot.

Chelsea had a penalty in the dying minutes.

And of course, it was Leon who stepped up to take it.

Tom Heaton tried to distract him with flailing limbs and exaggerated movement.

Leon simply took a deep breath, then rocketed the ball dead center—high and unstoppable.

Heaton had guessed right, diving to his right, but the ball had already rattled off the underside of the bar and into the net.

Final score: Chelsea 3 – Burnley 0.

With two goals and one assist, Leon was once again mobbed by reporters post-match.

And no wonder—at just over two-thirds of the way through the season, Leon had nearly matched his total goal contributions from all of last season.

He was now on 21 league goals, with 16 assists. Across all competitions, he had already been involved in nearly 60 goals.

Unreal.

Meanwhile, Cavani scored once in Arsenal’s last-minute win over Crystal Palace, bringing his total to 20 goals.

Suárez had yet to play—his match was scheduled for the following evening.

So for now, Leon was back at the top of the Premier League scoring chart, pulling ahead of Cavani and putting distance between himself and Suárez.

As for the assist leaderboard?

Leon led that, too—comfortably.

Fabregas, sitting in second, had just 12.

Leon once again stood alone at the top of both the Premier League’s goals and assists charts.

A commanding presence. A dominant force.

With Chelsea now 14 points clear of Manchester City (albeit with one more game played), speculation erupted once again: just how early would Chelsea wrap up the league?

Not only had Chelsea hit peak form, but they now had a statistical juggernaut who was outpacing even peak Cristiano Ronaldo from 2008.

With Chelsea looking like serious contenders for the Champions League as well, the English FA had every reason to throw their full support behind both the club and their Chinese star.

Yes, Arsenal and City had gotten decent draws in the Round of 16.

They faced Monaco and PSG, respectively—both beatable on paper.

So the odds were good that three English clubs would reach the quarterfinals.

But further than that? The FA wasn’t holding out hope.

Recent Champions League history showed that neither Arsenal nor City had the grit to go deep.

Chelsea, though? Chelsea was different.

Stronger. Smarter. Hungrier.

And if Chelsea won the Champions League this year, the benefits would ripple beyond the club.

It would mean more eyes on the Premier League. More global fans. More sponsors.

Especially from China.

Leon’s massive following back home could open the floodgates for even more commercial success across Asia.

The Premier League brass? They were beyond excited.

The future looked golden, and the pie was enormous.

And if Chelsea were the ones to carve it up, the FA was more than happy to help.

Not just in Europe. But at home, too.

The League Cup Final was just around the corner. Chelsea versus Spurs.

And while official marketing materials featured both clubs, it was obvious where the spotlight was aimed.

The Premier League was pushing Leon and Chelsea hard.

To the average fan, it felt like the league was already implying that Chelsea would win their first trophy of the season.

Naturally, this didn’t sit well with Tottenham supporters.

Online forums flooded with complaints of bias.

But the FA paid no mind. In the world of media, narrative drives numbers.

Every outlet jumped in. TV channels invited Chelsea and Spurs legends to talk trash and build hype.

Once both teams wrapped up their Matchday 26 fixtures, they were given over a week to rest and prepare.

Leon, who usually enjoyed interacting with fans before big matches, was oddly quiet this time.

From February 21st onward, for a full week, he didn’t post a single update.

Not until the night of February 28th—the eve of the final.

That night, Leon finally replied to a fan’s supportive message with just one bold line:

”Brother, we absolutely won’t let Spurs take this trophy. Wembley will belong to blue again—I promise!”

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