"Who is this kid?!"
This question was echoed by Letkinson and countless other commentators.
"What incredible speed!!" exclaimed He Hongfa, commentating from far away in China. Fans on the internet were just as shocked by the display.
"Ashley Cole couldn't keep up??"
"Is he faster than Robben?!"
"Did Luton just send a sprinter onto the pitch??"
On the field, Adam was now the center of attention. The boos from Chelsea fans were drowned out by the sound of wind whistling in his ears.
Too fast!
Even Adam could feel it—his movements were smoother, his speed far greater than usual. The sensation of overtaking Ashley Cole filled him with confidence.
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Gao Bo watched Adam flying down the wing. The effect of the card boost was beyond his expectations. Before the boost, Adam's speed and dribbling were excellent; now, they were at the level of a world-class winger.
With the 15% dribbling boost and a speed increase of 7%, Adam's abilities were now on par with some of the best wingers in football.
"Go for it, kid!" Gao Bo thought, his eyes gleaming. Chelsea's defense was in trouble.
And trouble indeed loomed. Chelsea's defense had only three players left—Bosingwa, Ivanovic, and Alex. Deco had been outrun by Vardy in the middle.
Adam sped down the right flank, with Vardy sprinting through the center to join the attack.
Alex attempted to intercept, but Adam's speed was unmatched. At full pace, Adam approached Alex and, without slowing, changed direction smoothly and burst past him.
Ohhhhh…
Even Chelsea fans couldn't help but gasp in awe.
Changing direction at such high speed? Without slowing down?
Gao Bo was just as astonished. This was a move reminiscent of Messi in his prime, a hallmark of world-class dribblers. Adam's execution was flawless.
Though Messi was far more versatile—his creativity, shooting, and overall game intelligence were on another level—Adam's raw dribbling talent at this moment was enough to dazzle.
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Breaking into the penalty area, Adam now faced Ivanovic.
The Chelsea defender, already unnerved by Adam's previous runs, tried to hold his ground. Adam slowed slightly but maintained control. He shifted the ball between his feet—a quick right-to-left tap, then left-to-right—before nudging it forward.
Ball roll!
Ivanovic was beaten as Adam sprinted toward the byline.
Petr Cech, Chelsea's goalkeeper, moved to cover the near post. The pressure Adam exerted forced Cech to commit early.
Near the byline, Adam calmly pulled the ball back into the box. Vardy, perfectly positioned, struck into an open net.
"GOAL!!! BEAUTIFUL!!! ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!" shouted Letkinson.
"This has to be the goal of the week in English football! Although it was scored by Luton's No. 9, Jamie Vardy, 95% of the credit goes to Adam White, who orchestrated it all!"
"Look at that sequence! Ashley Cole, Alex, Ivanovic—all renowned defenders, all passed effortlessly! And then, with composure, he sets up Vardy for a tap-in! Perfection!"
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"Adam White!!!" Letkinson exclaimed, nearly losing his voice. "This boy is incredible! He's only seventeen and already a match for the Premier League's finest! Mark my words, this name will be in the Premier League soon enough!"
In China, He Hongfa was equally stunned. "This is unbelievable! A backup player from a second-division team performing like this? How many hidden talents does Coach Gao Bo have in his squad? No wonder he dared to claim he could beat Chelsea at home!"
Scolari stood frozen on the sideline. He had never expected a second-division substitute to play at such a level. Even Roman Abramovich, Chelsea's owner, looked bewildered, already wondering how much this kid might cost.
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On the field, Vardy roared in celebration, sprinting toward Adam. He picked him up and ran to the sidelines as the rest of the Luton players joined in.
"When did you become this good, Adam?!" Vardy asked, laughing.
Adam, breathless, replied, "I've never been this good, Jamie!"
"Come on, Adam! Don't kid me," Drinkwater teased, ruffling Adam's hair. "But seriously, that was insane!"
"My hair! I spent £5 on this haircut!" Adam protested, drawing laughter from the team.
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On the bench, Luton's coaching staff erupted in joy. John Aston and Mel Donald hugged, while Gao Bo charged toward them with open arms.
Haruko, the team's assistant, stepped forward and embraced Gao Bo, though she quickly pouted as others joined the group hug.
"I thought it would just be me…" she muttered under her breath.
But the excitement was too high for anyone to notice. This goal symbolized a potential victory against Chelsea—Luton's first major triumph.
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As the celebration settled, Gao Bo turned to his assistant, Lin Sen, and said with a wide grin, "This kid is going to be famous."