Chapter 744 - 136: Comeback! Four-Goal Haul! No. 9 God! Epic Derby! Fight, or Crawl? Biggest Scoreline in History

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!! Wang... Shuo!!!

"Unbelievable! Inconceivable! Unimaginable! This is the world’s top goalscorer! He’s scored a poker! And it’s also the seventh goal of the match!

"Wang Shuo alone—he alone has destroyed Chelsea! We have every reason to believe that Chelsea fans must be praying for Wang Shuo to stop scoring. But if God truly descended upon Stamford Bridge tonight, he must be wearing Arsenal’s number 9 jersey!

"I simply don’t know how to describe my feelings right now! Seven to two! This is a scoreline destined to go down in the history books of both teams!

"Chelsea’s most devastating home defeat in history has just been born! The biggest home defeat in their century-long history!"

In the stands of Stamford Bridge Stadium, accompanied by a group of executives, Abramovich witnessed this bloody and ruthless massacre with his own eyes. The 2-7 scoreline on the scoreboard was exceptionally glaring.

Stamford Bridge, a stadium that all Chelsea fans took pride in, once hailed as the most impregnable fortress in the European Football Scene, had completely collapsed today under the artillery fire of the Armory.

Abramovich glanced at the other sections of the stands and noticed many Chelsea fans covering their faces and weeping. The surrounding seats had largely emptied out. Clearly, the fans couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Looking back onto the pitch, the Chelsea players looked like the walking dead. And the head coach? Boas, who had been standing on the sidelines just moments ago, was nowhere to be seen. He had likely retreated to the dugout. In this very match, his tactics and his team had been utterly crushed by the opponent, and it was done in the most primal, brutal, and ruthless manner.

The executioner’s name was Wang Shuo!

At this moment, Abramovich felt an overwhelming sense of regret. If he had known this day would come, he shouldn’t have brought in Torres in January. Instead, he should have saved that money and gone all out to secure Wang Shuo in the summer. The combined transfer fees for Torres and Lukaku would have been more than enough to sign him.

But how did that turn out? Right now, in the aftermath of this match, all the British Pounds he had spent on Chelsea felt like an absolute joke!

Back in 2003, mesmerized by the star-studded Real Madrid during their Champions League knockout tie against Manchester United, Abramovich had ultimately chosen to invest in football. He had hoped to assemble Chelsea’s very own Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, and Beckham in the Premier League. Especially Ronaldo.

But now, he suddenly realized that he had personally ruined the chance of bringing his "Ronaldo" to Chelsea! If he hadn’t been so impatient, perhaps Wang Shuo would have chosen the Blue Army this summer!

But now... it was too late for regrets!

When the final whistle blew, Stamford Bridge was as quiet as London at four in the morning.

Boas sat in the home dugout with his face buried in his hands, unable to hide his helplessness and bewilderment in the wake of such a crushing defeat.

Wenger, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. The Professor cheered enthusiastically on the sidelines, ready to welcome his triumphant heroes as they walked off the pitch. His gaze remained firmly fixed on Wang Shuo.

After this battle, Arsenal was truly coming together!

Wenger could hardly conceal his inner excitement. Wang Shuo had fulfilled his initial promise, genuinely helping him forge a tenacious Arsenal squad. At the very least, epic comebacks like today’s—and the ones from their past few away games—were never seen in the Arsenal of the past.

More importantly, the 7-2 scoreline was bound to shock the entire world! Stamford Bridge would definitely remember this score, just as it would remember the name Wang Shuo!

In the center of the pitch, the Arsenal players swarmed toward Wang Shuo from all directions, surrounding him as they jubilantly celebrated this epic victory.

Wearing a smile, Wang Shuo looked up, his gaze sweeping across the stadium he had just conquered. A sense of soaring ambition swelled in his heart—an aura that belonged exclusively to victors and conquerors!

He had a very strong premonition that after this match, Arsenal was going to get on the right track! They had weathered consecutive comebacks and grueling battles. If this couldn’t build up Arsenal’s confidence, then what could?

Especially when Wang Shuo looked at the scoreboard and saw the scoreline that even left him astounded.

Seven to two!

Absolutely mind-blowing!