The score was now 3-1.
Tottenham Hotspur saw a glimmer of hope—
Maybe not for victory, but at least for an equalizer.
To be honest—
Judging by Tottenham's current form, scoring two more goals in the remaining time would be quite difficult.
But no matter what—
Tottenham had managed to pull one back, and that was a step in the right direction.
After scoring, Harry Kane immediately rushed into Chelsea's goal.
He picked up the ball and sprinted back toward the center circle.
Harry Kane doesn't want to lose.
As long as there's even a sliver of hope, he will fight until the very end.
In the stands at Stamford Bridge—
Chelsea fans weren't fazed by Tottenham's goal.
They continued singing Chelsea's team anthem, their voices loud and unwavering.
This was their way of boosting the team's morale.
The match resumed.
There were only five minutes left in the first half.
If Tottenham could score another goal before the break—
They would have a real chance of leveling the game.
But time was running out.
After the restart—
Chelsea's players chose not to press forward aggressively.
For them, maintaining the 3-1 lead until the final whistle was the most important task.
However—
Playing away from home, Tottenham had no intention of slowing down.
In the final five minutes—
Under Pochettino's instructions, every Tottenham player pushed forward relentlessly, throwing everything into the attack.
On the left wing—
After Eriksen won back possession—
He immediately passed the ball to Son Heung-min.
It was clear from tonight's performance—
Aside from Son Heung-min and Harry Kane, the rest of the Tottenham squad was struggling.
If Tottenham wanted to score—
They would have to rely on these two key players.
And so—
The ball found its way to Son Heung-min's feet.
At that moment—
Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge erupted in boos, trying to throw him off his game.
But—
It had no effect.
Son Heung-min's legs moved like they were on fire, his speed electrifying.
He charged down the wing, weaving past Christensen and Fabregas with ease.
When it came to pure pace, Son Heung-min feared no defender.
There was only one way to stop him—
Marcos Alonso had to step in!
Just as Son Heung-min reached the byline—
Marcos Alonso finally appeared in front of him.
Alonso held his ground, using his strength and positioning to block his path.
At the same time—
Gary Cahill, Chelsea's center-back, also closed in.
With two defenders surrounding him—
Son Heung-min had no space left to break through.
There was only one option left.
A cross.
The next second—
Son Heung-min whipped the ball into the penalty area, aiming for Harry Kane.
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