Chapter 208 Abramovich, damn it! After a big win over Maccabi Tel Aviv, Chelsea's next opponent is Tottenham Hotspur, who is also a member of the BIG6. Under the current circumstances, Mourinho dare not relax at all and is ready to start training immediately after the players finish their is another problem. Mourinho wants to move Hazard from the left winger to the attacking midfielder position, but he is still thinking about it. After all, the risk of this matter is too great. After 13 rounds, Arsenal ranked second, Manchester City and Tottenham ranked fourth and fifth respectively. These two teams pose the greatest threat to Chelsea. In this situation, for Chelsea, a win over Tottenham is equivalent to +6 points. After comprehensive consideration, Mourinho decided to train the players' physical and tactical training together tomorrow, a two-pronged approach, focusing on efficiency, and then reduce the intensity of training before the game. It’s a standard training plan for preparation for the competition. Mourinho is confident that he can win against the strong team in London! However, at the beginning of the official training, which was the day of the post-match holiday, Mourinho suddenly received a text message from Abramovich. The team's Russian director hoped that Mourinho could go to his home immediately, but did not say the specific reason. Mourinho drove to the suburbs of London. The rich like to live in villas in the suburbs, and Abramovich is no exception. "Mr. Roman!" Led by his secretary, Mourinho came to the balcony where Abramovich was. After arriving at the balcony, Mourinho moved naturally and sat down directly on the acrylic chair in front of Abramovich. The team's condition is gradually improving, and as the head coach, Mourinho has also become much more tough. "Jose, do you know why I'm looking for you?" Abramovich sat opposite Mourinho, with a small table between them.
"Why, tell me why? Why would you want to get Eden to the middle?" ??? Mourinho had a face full of question marks. Hazard's transformation had just begun and he had not appeared in the game. Why did Abramovich know about this? Wait! Mourinho suddenly realized: "The staff at the base, you asked them to monitor me during training?" Mourinho's brows were furrowed as he spoke. He had been at Chelsea for some time, and this was the first time he knew that Abramovich had arranged spies at the base. Even though Abramovich spends all day either partying in his villa or flying around in the sky, he knows everything that happens in Cobham! "Surveillance?" Abramovich shook his head. “What kind of surveillance is this? I am a shareholder of the club. This is my club. I want to know what is going on in the club. Is there a problem with that?” Abramovich's words were a disguised acknowledgement of the existence of spies, but Mourinho really couldn't say anything about it. The club's training is required to maintain confidentiality, but Abramovich is the boss after all and has the right to know the team's situation. Businessmen are used to controlling the overall situation on their own, and as an orphan, Abu is even better at facing difficulties alone. From starting out as a perfume smuggler to monopolizing luxury car sales, and finally escaping unscathed from the political whirlpool of Russia, Abramovich has all the characteristics of super-rich people: agility, smoothness, and of course, that inexplicable desire for control. Mourinho has met many bosses in his coaching career, and Abramovich is definitely the most distinctive and most difficult one to deal with. The worst thing is that Mourinho's ambition and Abramovich's desire for control are incompatible, otherwise the relationship between them would not be so awkward. Unexpectedly, Abramovich's desire for control seems to be even greater than Mourinho expected! "boom!" "answer my question!" Abu slammed the table, making a loud noise. "call……"
Mourinho leaned forward, not knowing where to put his hands: "Mr. Roman, as you can see, the team's league ranking is steadily rising. We were fourth a few weeks ago, but now we are third. I know that we were the champions last season, but I think we still have a chance to win the championship this season. It's just a matter of time. I'm working hard, and the players are also working hard." "So, you mean to say that you want to do your so-called 'transformation' during this rising period?" Abramovich stared into Mourinho's eyes: "I'm not as professional as you, but at least I've been watching football matches since I was a child. You use Hazard as Messi, what are you thinking in your mind? Why don't you let Courtois play as a center forward?" Ga. Mourinho stood up and kicked the chair back again: "Listen to me, Hazard is a left winger, but he is not fast and is prone to injury. Putting him on the wing to break through may not be the best choice. It is better to let him go to the middle! You know, Eden's rhythm is very powerful, so it is better to put him in the middle and change the rhythm, which is very useful in one-on-many situations!" Since Abramovich said he has been watching football matches since he was a child, Mourinho might as well speak more professionally in order to make Abramovich shut up. Unfortunately, Mourinho still underestimated Abramovich. If he didn't have that kind of passion for football, why would he join Chelsea? "Sit down first!" Abramovich motioned Mourinho to sit down first, but Mourinho remained standing. In this case, Abramovich didn't care and continued to talk: "I know Hazard is prone to injury, so why should he go to the middle? There are more people in the middle and there are more physical contact!" Abramovich's worries are not without reason. As a director, he attends every home game of Chelsea and Mourinho often sees him in the VIP seats. Abramovich's understanding of Chelsea is even no less than that of some die-hard fans. He has feelings for Chelsea, which is why he called Mourinho over after learning about the transformation plan. The businessman's intuition told him that this was a deal that would definitely lose money! "call……" Mourinho sighed and said slowly: "Confrontation in the middle is different from that on the wing. Like Willian, except for the last time he entered the penalty area, he could completely avoid physical contact with his opponent. And, Mr. Roman, let me tell you a piece of news from the physiotherapist team. Hazard's injury is not actually related to physical confrontation, but more to excessive fatigue. He does not have the endurance of Jiang and Cesc." "From this perspective, compared to a winger, the No. 9 may be more suitable for Hazard..." Mourinho explained to Abramovich from the perspective of a head coach why he wanted to complete Hazard's transformation, but Abramovich still held a negative attitude towards this. "Hazard is the main player of the team, and he is already 25 years old. You want to transform a 25-year-old player. Do you think you are God?" "Roman..." "Stop talking, this matter ends here, Jose, please go back!" Abu made a "please" gesture and then turned his head away. Seeing this, Mourinho pursed his lips and left the balcony under the guidance of his secretary, until he finally left the villa where Abramovich was and sat in the driver's seat of his Jaguar. "boom!" "Drip drip!" Mourinho slammed his hands on the steering wheel and the car horn made a "beep beep" sound. Damn Russians. fuck! ……
At 11 pm on November 28th, London time, less than 2 hours before the next game against Tottenham, Chelsea players were in the physiotherapy room on the first floor of Cobham, where Mourinho held a pre-match mobilization meeting. After the last game, Terry and Falcao both suffered muscle discomfort, and Costa was rested, so there will be some changes in the starting lineup this time. "Brush brush" Mourinho flipped through the folder and found the page that belonged to today. Cahill and Zouma will play as double center backs, and Oscar, who is only 1 meters tall, will play as center forward tomorrow. In fact, Mourinho told everyone about this two days ago, so no one was surprised when Mourinho announced the starting lineup. A center forward does not necessarily have to be a tall player, like Manchester United's Martial. The 20-year-old Martial is only about 1 meters tall, but he is a hot candidate for this year's Golden Boy Award! You don't have to be tall, but your positioning and shooting abilities must be strong, as these two are the most basic requirements for a center. "Hey, Santos, you won't be picked up and played with like a toy by Tottenham's two central defenders tomorrow, right?" Zuma patted Oscar's butt and joked. "Screw you!" Oscar gave Zouma the middle finger: "I used to play as a center forward, I'm not as bad as you think. Tomorrow I will show you my finishing ability in the front court!" Oscar seems very confident. According to Oscar himself, he started out as a center forward when he was in the youth training center of Sao Paulo, but was later changed to a midfielder by the coach because he was too short. Although several years have passed, Oscar's previous foundation as a center forward is still there. Although he is not as impactful as Costa, the effect is still good. If Oscar as a midfielder is worth 3500 million pounds, then Oscar as a center forward must be worth at least 800 million pounds. "Stop arguing and look here!" Mourinho pointed to the tactical board behind him and said: "No. 23 Eriksen, this is our key defensive target for tomorrow's game. This guy's passing ability is amazing. William, I need you to move forward as much as possible and don't give him the opportunity to pass the ball without pressure." William nodded, agreeing with Mourinho's words. He felt Eriksen's extraordinaryness when playing against Tottenham last season. The Danish international could always pass deadly through balls at critical moments, putting great pressure on Chelsea's defensive players. The best way to deal with this kind of player is to keep pressing him and not give him time to adjust his body. "Also, Tottenham have something in common with us this season, does anyone know what it is?" Mourinho smiled. Today, he not only had to arrange the tactics, but also had to do a good job of guiding the players psychologically. After all, it was normal to be nervous in such a big game. "what?" "I don't know, Terry, do you know?" "Hey, I can't think of it either." "..." Everyone discussed it for a while, and finally Zuma suddenly stood up and said: "They also have an Asian signing!" "Yes!" Mourinho gave Zouma a thumbs up, and the latter started twisting his body behind him in excitement. "Tottenham's Sun, this is the player they bought from Leverkusen. We are relatively unfamiliar with him. So a few days ago, I took the time to watch his previous Bundesliga games. I need to tell you about his characteristics, so that it will be convenient for the next game..."
Mourinho began his long speech, and in the corner, Hazard and Jiang Yuan started chatting. "Asian!" Hazard nudged Jiang Yuan on the shoulder: "It's really rare. This is the first time we have encountered an Asian player this season." While talking, Hazard took out his mobile phone and looked up Son Heung-min's information on the transfer market. SonHeung-Min(Spurs) Korean left-winger 16M (1600 million euros) After browsing Son Heung-min's data, Hazard's eyes lit up: "Jiang, you didn't lie to me, South Korea is really a country!" "They are all Asian. Do you know him?" "do not know……" Jiang Yuan shook his head. He and Son Heung-min had never played a game together. Although they were both Asian, they had never even met each other. Both of them are rare Asian signings this season. Some British media like to compare Jiang Yuan and Son Heung-min, but Jiang Yuan himself is not aware of this. "Actually, I live relatively close to South Korea. I went to Seoul once when I was in middle school. Do you know Seoul? It's the capital of South Korea." "Closer to Korea? Which county in China are you from?" Hazard blinked his eyes. He had never been to China and was quite curious about things in China. "county?" Jiang Yuan laughed: "We are divided into provinces over there. I am from ZJ Province, which is close to the sea, so it is close to South Korea." After hearing Jiang Yuan's explanation, Hazard nodded, then suddenly remembered something, rolled his eyes and said: "I can go and play during the summer break." It has to be Hazard. Before the end of November, he was already imagining next year's vacation. “Is Zhejiang bigger than Seoul?” amount…… Jiang Yuan touched his hair and said, "Yes, and it's bigger than Korea." "..." …… White Hart Lane, London "Zhuangdianertai, Zhuangdianertai!" "This is the live broadcast of the 14th round of the English Premier League, Tottenham Hotspur vs Chelsea" "The referee of this game is Michael Oliver, I believe everyone is familiar with him" "The referee is already looking at his watch!" "Game start!" "Let me introduce the starting lineups for both teams. First up is the home team Tottenham, wearing white jerseys and black shorts, attacking from the left side of the screen to the right side."
Tottenham (4-2-3-1) Goalkeeper: Lori Defenders: Kyle Walker, Alderweireld, Vertonghen, Danny Rose Midfielders: Dier, Ryan Mason, Dembele Forwards: Son Heung-min, Eriksen, Harry Kane Head coach: Mauricio Pochettino "The player with the spreading hands is Chelsea, the visiting team. They are wearing dark blue jerseys and dark blue shorts, and are attacking from the right side of the screen to the left side." "We can see something interesting, Oscar appears in the center position, haha, Mourinho's deployment is very interesting" "The camera is turning to the VIP stands. Hey, this is Chelsea's director Roman Abramovich. Today, he was invited by Tottenham Hotspur management to watch the game at White Hart Lane. Mourinho is under a lot of pressure today..." …… (End of this chapter)