Title Race, Who Will Win the Premier League?

The match ended in a dramatic 4-4 draw. For Manchester City, it was a major blow, as Chelsea now truly had the advantage in their hands. The only way for City to claim the league title was to hope Chelsea slipped up in their remaining games.

Various media outlets quickly reported on the thrilling result.

The Guardian: "Classic Manchester Derby. A spectacle for neutrals, a nightmare for City, and a dream for Chelsea fans."

Daily Mail: "Manchester Derby Madness: Eight goals, endless drama, and Chelsea smiling at the top."

The Mirror: "Old Trafford thriller leaves title race wide open. Can Chelsea capitalize?"

The Sun: "Chelsea firm favorites as City stumble in a dramatic derby."

Other headlines followed a similar tone, emphasizing how the result shifted momentum firmly in Chelsea's favor.

Meanwhile, Kenneth Lee, one of City's standout players in the game against Manchester United, found himself in the treatment room, being examined by the club's doctor.

"You don't need to worry. This isn't a serious injury. A week of rest should suffice, but for a full recovery, I recommend staying out for two full weeks," said Dr. Max Sala, the club's physician.

Kenneth nodded quietly, gently running his hand over his bandaged right leg, which was wrapped from the calf to his toes. He reached for his crutches, slowly getting off the treatment bed.

"Need help?" asked Steven Zhang, his agent.

"No need. Let's go home."

Kenneth struggled but managed to walk with the aid of his crutches to the parking lot. With Steven's help, he got into the car, and they drove toward Kenneth's house.

"Some teams have already inquired about you," Steven said, breaking the silence.

Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "Transfer or loan?"

"For loan. Leicester City and Southampton are the most interested Premier League clubs. There's also interest from abroad—teams like Sevilla, Leverkusen, Atalanta, and Feyenoord. And of course, Barcelona has kept tabs on you ever since your match against them. Atletico Madrid has shown interest too. But there's one team that's been very persistent. If you give the nod, they'll make an offer, no matter what City demands."

Kenneth's curiosity piqued. "Which team?"

Steven replied simply, "PSG."

Kenneth immediately lost interest. PSG played in a league he found unappealing. No matter what domestic success they achieved, it never seemed to carry much weight in public opinion. The only achievement that could bring PSG genuine respect was winning the Champions League. Unfortunately, they didn't quite measure up to the likes of Real Madrid, Barcelona, or Bayern Munich.

This sentiment wasn't unique to PSG; Manchester City had faced similar criticism in the original timeline. Despite winning multiple Premier League titles, their lack of European success invited ridicule from rival fans.

Everyone knew Guardiola's accomplishments in the Premier League were extraordinary, yet those achievements were often overshadowed by his failures in Europe.

"You don't need to respond to any transfer offers," Kenneth said firmly. "I just want to be loaned out."

"Alright, as you wish."

A short while later, they arrived at Kenneth's house. He stepped out of the car, bid farewell to his agent, and made his way inside with the help of his crutches.

While Kenneth rested, the Premier League action continued.

Chelsea secured a hard-fought 1-0 victory against QPR, with Cesc Fàbregas scoring the winning goal in the 88th minute. They capitalized on Manchester City's draw, further cementing their lead at the top of the table.

Elsewhere, Arsenal extended their unbeaten home run at the Emirates with a dominant performance. Goals from Olivier Giroud, Aaron Ramsey, and Alexis Sánchez sealed a convincing win for Arsène Wenger's side.

On April 18, 2015, a pivotal match loomed. Chelsea, the league leaders, were set to face Manchester United at Stamford Bridge.

In Chelsea's remaining fixtures, they still had to face United, Arsenal, and Liverpool—three challenging games that could determine whether Manchester City had any hope of overtaking them. This made the upcoming match a highly anticipated one, not only for Chelsea and United fans but also for City supporters.

Later that afternoon, at around 4:00 PM, Kenneth heard the doorbell ring. It wasn't his mother—she wouldn't be home until late. Curious, Kenneth got out of his room and walked toward the door.

His leg was feeling slightly better now, and though he could walk, there was still some discomfort.

Kenneth was walking to the door. When he opened it, Tosin Adarabioyo and Pablo Maffeo greeted him with wide grins, holding a bag of snacks and drinks.

"Surprise!" Maffeo said, raising a case containing FIFA 15. "We figured you could use some company."

Kenneth stepped aside to let them in. "You two are always up to something. But thanks, I could use a distraction."

As the trio sat back on the couch after the match, Pablo reached for a chocolate bar while Tosin opened another bag of chips. Kenneth, leaning on his crutch nearby, eyed the coffee table with a frown.

"You know," Kenneth started, his tone tinged with disapproval, "this is all garbage. Chips, soda, chocolate? It's like you guys want me to lose whatever fitness I have left while I'm recovering."

Pablo, mid-bite, raised an eyebrow and waved the chocolate bar at Kenneth. "If you don't want it, more for me," he said casually, taking another big bite and leaning back with a smug grin.

Tosin laughed, tossing a chip into his mouth. "Relax, Kenneth. It's one night. A few snacks won't hurt you. Besides, you're not even eating anything."

Kenneth shook his head. "It's not about that. I'm saying it's the principle. We're athletes, for crying out loud. Junk food like this isn't exactly ideal for recovery or performance."

Pablo gave an exaggerated shrug, reaching for a soda can. "One night of junk food won't kill you. Trust me, I've done this before. It has no effect—at least, not on me." He popped the can open and took a long sip. "You're acting like we're living off this stuff every day."

Kenneth crossed his arms, his frown deepening. "That's not the point. Habits matter. You can't just say 'one time won't hurt' and do it over and over. That's how it builds up."

Tosin glanced at Kenneth, then at Pablo, grinning. "You're turning into a coach, Kenneth. Next, you'll be telling us to eat kale smoothies and meditate before bed."

Pablo chuckled, nudging Tosin with his elbow. "Don't give him ideas."

Kenneth sighed, sinking back onto the couch. "Fine. Eat your junk food. But when you're sluggish at training, don't come crying to me."

"Sluggish?" Pablo scoffed, tossing an empty chocolate wrapper onto the table. "Please. I'll still outpace most of the squad, even after this."

Tosin set up the PS4 while Pablo checked the time for the Chelsea vs. Manchester United match, which was set to kick off at 5:30 PM.

"Let's get a game in before the big match," Pablo suggested, grabbing a controller.

"You're going down," Kenneth said with a smirk, already forgetting the dull ache in his leg as they dove into a heated game of FIFA 15.

Tosin chose Manchester City as his team, Kenneth picked Barcelona, and Pablo opted for Bayern Munich. The living room was soon filled with shouts, laughter, and the occasional groan as goals were scored or narrowly missed. Tosin was the most animated, leaping off the couch every time he scored.

"Come on, Kenneth!" Tosin teased after he pulled off a stunning last-minute goal to beat Kenneth's Barcelona. "How does it feel to lose at your own house?"

Kenneth rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of chips. "Enjoy it while it lasts. I'll destroy you in the next match."

Before long, it was time for the real game. They switched the channel to the pre-match coverage of Chelsea vs. Manchester United. The commentators were already hyping up the stakes: Chelsea looking to extend their lead at the top of the table and United fighting to solidify their spot in the top four.

"Who are you rooting for?" Tosin asked, leaning back on the couch.

Kenneth shrugged. "Neither, honestly. But I hope United can slow Chelsea down. It's our only chance of catching them."

The match kicked off, and the room fell into a tense silence. Chelsea started strong, dominating possession, while United focused on counterattacking. Pablo, always the strategist, analyzed every move aloud.

"See how they're isolating Hazard on the left? United's right-back is in trouble," he commented, pointing at the screen.

The first half ended goalless, but the tension in the room had only increased. In the second half, United came alive, with Rooney narrowly missing a header. Minutes later, Hazard broke through United's defense to score the opening goal, sending Stamford Bridge into a frenzy.

"Unstoppable," Tosin muttered.

The game ended 1-0 in Chelsea's favor. Kenneth sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Well, i hope Arsenal can do better."

Next Chelsea match was against Arsenal.

"We still have a chance," Pablo said. "Anything can happen in football."

As the match analysis played on the screen, the trio stayed for another round of FIFA, determined to make the most of their afternoon together.