Chapter 1 Announcement

AC Milan lost to Fiorentina, and Inter Milan lost to Roma. These results were somewhat unexpected. No one thought that Fiorentina would show no signs of physical fatigue in that game, but instead, would drag AC Milan into a tiring affair. Roma's winning streak has also become another most discussed topic. Everyone is saying whether Roma will explode in the final stage of the league, and whether they will have a chance to enter the Champions League next season.

Fiorentina took the opportunity to defeat AC Milan, surpassing Milan in second place and trailing Inter Milan, who lost the game, by only one point. Sabato was right, the pressure of leading is always the greatest. They now only need to closely follow Inter Milan and transfer all the pressure to them. As long as they make a mistake, they will immediately overtake them and replace them.

The post-match urine test also proved Fiorentina's innocence. They did not take any prohibited drugs.

Therefore, the reason why Fiorentina can maintain their physical strength has become a secret that many people are interested in, not only the media but also the coaches of those teams. However, Fiorentina's confidentiality work is well done. So far, the information they can learn is that Sabato has increased physical training and increased training intensity. But everyone can do these things; they don't need the media to reveal them.

In addition to drinking that unpleasant Chinese medicine every day, Fiorentina players must also receive massage from Feng Qing.

This is the key to their recovery.

Fiorentina's performance has not only had a certain impact in Italy, but has also attracted the attention of teams from other countries. For example, Chelsea, the current overlord of the English Premier League, their coach has been collecting Fiorentina's information since February.

Due to economic problems, the decline of Manchester United and Arsenal is inevitable, and the rise of Liverpool is only temporary. Chelsea, with Abu as their backstage boss in the English Premier League, now has a feeling of invincibility. This is certainly a good thing, but for Mourinho, who hopes to achieve something in the European arena, it is definitely not a good thing. Because the players lack a sense of crisis and higher quality games, in this way, when they really get to the European arena, they will only be bullied.

This is also the reason why Chelsea has dominated the Premier League in recent years but has not even won a Champions League title in the European arena.

Abu has invested so much money in Chelsea's construction and will definitely not be satisfied with just one Premier League title each year. The Champions League title and the World Club Cup title are what he is pursuing.

As the research progressed, Mourinho felt more and more that this Fiorentina team was somewhat similar to the Chelsea team he had just coached.

Similarly, there is a rich boss behind them.

Similarly, there is a very individual head coach.

Similarly, there is a group of talented players.

Similarly, they are regarded as nouveau riche by other opponents in the domestic league and are discriminated against.

Similarly, they quickly achieved amazing results.

Now Chelsea has been crowned king in the Premier League. Except for Wenger who still occasionally talks back, no one can say anything about them anymore. What's the use of talking behind their backs? Defeat you on the field!

Looking at the situation, Fiorentina is also moving in this direction.

Mourinho pinched his chin and clicked his tongue. He felt that Chelsea was facing a mirror in the game.

There is only one difference—Mourinho can stick to his ugly 1:0 doctrine for victory, while Sabato sticks to his offensive policy for victory.

In the last round against Barcelona, Sabato unexpectedly defeated Barcelona with a counter-attack strategy. So, what tactics should Fiorentina use now?

Mourinho is waiting.

Chelsea is waiting.

"After AC Milan, it's Chelsea. Strong teams are coming one after another." Zhang Jun pinched his temples. At this time, he was freeloading a meal at Xiang Tao's house.

"Isn't it good? We can play against these strong teams. This is exactly what I've been dreaming of!" Xiang Tao waved his chopsticks and shouted.

"..." Krew was burying his head in his meal. Hearing Xiang Tao's shouting, he raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued eating.

However, his glance immediately made Xiang Tao lose his interest in continuing to gesticulate wildly. He shrugged and continued to eat his meal.

This is a matter between men, a work-related problem for them. Youyou knows very little about football, so it's not convenient for her to interrupt. She just sits beside them, eating silently, occasionally raising her head to smile.

"Tch! You won't shout if you lose the game." Zhang Jun said disdainfully.

"Bah, bah! Bad mouth! Don't say that!"

"Damn it! Don't spit into the food! I'll beat you, you hooligan!"

While the two were happily making a fuss with chopsticks, Krew suddenly stood up. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at him.

"I'm full. Thank you for the meal." Krew says this sentence to Youyou three times a day: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It has never changed, but today this sentence made everyone feel something was wrong.

Watching Krew walk towards the living room, Xiang Tao raised his head and locked his eyes on the ceiling: "I always feel that kid is a little abnormal today... No, I should say he's been abnormal for a while now."

Zhang Jun tapped Xiang Tao's head with his chopsticks: "Idiot! You're really an idiot!"

"Damn it! Don't tap me with chopsticks! Which end are you holding?"

"Mind your own business! Eat your meal properly!" Zhang Jun also stood up, then smiled at Youyou, "I'm full too, thank you for the meal." Then he turned and walked towards the living room: "Krew, wait for me, let's go together."

Xiang Tao muttered, "What kind of world is this... These days, the freeloader is fiercer than the host..."

When Krew heard Zhang Jun calling him, he was picking up Boji, who was having fun on the sofa after eating and drinking his fill. He never uses leashes or anything like that, and naturally there is no collar. If he needs to take Boji out, he always puts it on his shoulder. Boji also likes this way, and sometimes it will hug Krew's neck to act cute.

After changing his shoes, Zhang Jun called out at the door: "We're leaving!"

Youyou came out of the restaurant, then stood at the door and smiled at the two of them: "Take care on your way home."

Xiang Tao's muffled voice came from inside: "Go quickly, go quickly! I won't see you off!"

"Didn't expect you to see us off!" Zhang Jun first shouted inside, then smiled at Youyou, then patted Krew's shoulder, "Let's go."

Walking out of Xiang Tao's yard, just turn right, and after walking ten meters, you will reach the gate of Krew's yard. However, the two-story villa looks a little deserted and lonely because no one is there now, and the lights are not on.

Krew wanted to turn right and go back to his home, but Zhang Jun stopped him. "A hundred steps after a meal, live to ninety-nine. Accompany me for a walk."

Krew looked at Zhang Jun's smiling face and nodded in agreement.

So, the two turned in the opposite direction.

Zhang Jun turned his head to look at Boji acting cute on Krew's shoulder, then sighed and said, "It's a pity it's a chihuahua, it's born small. If it could be like a German Shepherd, tied with a silver chain and taken for a walk, it would also be a very imposing thing."

Krew turned his head to look at Boji on his shoulder, then said lightly: "A dog that can be tied up is not a good dog."

"Uh... What you said makes sense." Zhang Jun just wanted to use Boji to start a topic, he didn't really want to argue with Krew about good and bad dogs.

"You've been acting a little strange lately, Krew. You're absent-minded during training." Zhang Jun finally got to the point.

Krew looked at Zhang Jun, then turned his head back, not speaking, but the meaning was already very clear.

"Is it because our Champions League opponent is Chelsea? I don't think you're the kind of guy who thinks of old times and shows mercy, right?" Zhang Jun never uses honorifics when talking to Krew.

Krew smirked: "You really understand me. Chelsea's life and death have nothing to do with me. Professional players, playing for any team is just to earn enough for living expenses and luxury expenses, there's no talk of feelings." Only when he is alone with Zhang Jun will Krew say so much.

"Uh... What you said is not unreasonable..." Zhang Jun doesn't agree with Krew's idea, but he doesn't intend to argue with Krew about this.

He can more or less guess why Krew is restless.

If it's not because he's wavering for Chelsea's fate, then it can only be because mentioning Chelsea will remind Krew of some past events, those past events that have nothing to do with football, his past events in London.

"When we have an away game, I will go to their graves to take a look." Krew said. He is not an unfilial son, but he hasn't gone back to sweep his parents' graves for a long time. The traditional Chinese Qingming Festival is at the most critical moment of the professional league, and he can't ask for leave to go back to London. This time, it is only because Fiorentina needs to go to London to play an away game in April that he has this opportunity.

"We're at my house." Krew said suddenly. Zhang Jun was a little surprised. They were clearly walking in the opposite direction just now. How did they get to Krew's house again?

Krew saw Zhang Jun's confusion. "We turned left at the intersection just now, which is equivalent to going around in a circle."

Zhang Jun patted his head. They haven't walked far since they said a few words. Now it is impossible to say to Krew again: "Let's go around again."

The two stood at the door, "Um... Do you want to come in and sit?" Krew's house has hardly ever entertained people, and he himself has no experience in this regard. However, the experience of dealing with people tells him that sometimes he still needs to say something polite.

Zhang Jun shook his head. He knew that going in would only cause trouble for Krew.

"I said... I actually prefer you on the football field, Krew. Of course, don't think too much about it. I just said that your expression is richer on the football field, which is much better than your coldness in life. You should try to smile more and say more. Even if you smile, your smile is too restrained, and you are unwilling to let go. That's not good. After a long time, you won't be able to find a wife. A wife is someone who will accompany you for a lifetime."

"Can't friends also be for a lifetime?"

"That's right. But, but some things can't be done by friends... Such as, um, such as having children." Zhang Jun felt that his expression must be very funny. "Seriously, Krew, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-two, I guess."

"Twenty-two. Um... My opinion is, maybe you should be dating. Twenty-two is a little late. It's dating, not finding a sex partner. You must distinguish this point!"

Krew tilted his head thoughtfully. Although he is precocious, he doesn't know when he broke his virginity. But for love, his experience is zero. He lost his mother when he was young, and then his father became an alcoholic. When other children were having fun at school and going out with girls of the same age, he had to do all kinds of work on the streets to support himself. How could he have time to date girls? When he was hanging out on the streets, the girls he knew were all so-called fly girls, who only recognized money. If you have money, you can go to bed with them, but if you don't have money the next day, they will kick you away immediately. He doesn't like those disgusting girls, although maybe he has slept with some of them, but that's purely for lust.

When he grew up a little, Uncle Giorgio brought him into the palace of professional football. Every day, he trained desperately, trying to get on the first team to earn money for his father's surgery. Naturally, he had no time to fall in love.

Later, he became famous and also gained the favor of some female fans. But at that time, he and most of Chelsea's fans were at odds. Who would start a love affair at that time?

Then, his father passed away, and he suddenly felt that he had lost his goal and became very confused. He was even less concerned about so-called love.

Finally, he came to Fiorentina, just because he could play football with Zhang Jun, assist him, and watch him become the top scorer. He felt that this was enough. He hadn't considered other things. Even if he saw Sophie and Zhang Jun's intimacy, and saw Xiang Tao and Youyou's affection, he was not moved at all. Now, that part of his heart about love has long been designated as a restricted area.

Does he really have to find a girl who can stay together for a lifetime like Zhang Jun and Xiang Tao? Hugging and embracing all day long?

Krew couldn't imagine what he would look like like that.

Zhang Jun saw that Krew was still thinking, he shrugged, and then said to Krew: "Go back, I have to go home too. My wife is going to inspect." He didn't bring his mobile phone when he went out, and Sophie should be calling back around this time.

Just as Zhang Jun turned to leave, he was stopped by Krew.

"Zhang, if you fall in love, will you lose your freedom? Can't you do whatever you want?"

"This... How should I put it? I think, because two people live together, they must give way to each other, and even accommodate each other. But if everyone respects each other, they won't feel unfree. Like Sophie and me, we are both free, but we both deeply love each other. Alas, it's hard to explain clearly here. In short, it's a wonderful feeling. Maybe only when you truly fall in love will you understand." Zhang Jun was thinking about Sophie's call, so naturally he wouldn't stand here to give Krew a detailed lesson. He waved his hand and slipped away quickly.

Leaving only one Krew there, still thoughtful.

"... Last season, Fiorentina met the powerful Bayern in the quarter-finals and was eliminated. Their opponent this season is also not weak, it is the Premier League champion Chelsea. I wonder if they can break through the quarter-finals obstacle this season and achieve better results?"

"This is the real Champions League! The confrontation between the champions of each league, first the champion of the Spanish League, then the champion of the English Premier League, who will be next?"

"The city of Florence has begun to warm up. Everyone is talking about this highly anticipated game. In order to prevent English football hooligans from causing trouble, Florence has increased police force in several major areas and famous scenic spots in the city. At the same time, the English side also promised that football hooligans on record will not be allowed to leave the country. Another interesting thing is that many Russian tourists have also booked rooms in hotels of all sizes in Florence, preparing to watch this game live."

"Because of concerns that the large influx of fans will have a negative impact on Florence's city appearance and tourism environment, the Florence Tourism Bureau warns all tourists: please strictly distinguish between private space and public space, and please do not have excessive intimate actions in public, otherwise our beautiful security guards will give you friendly reminders. Please consciously protect cultural relics and public property, and please do not spit anywhere..."

Almost all the newspapers that can be bought on the market are reporting this game in various ways and from various angles. The official game has not yet kicked off, but the heat has already been hyped up.

"Ah! This is the Champions League! This is the Champions League!" Xiang Tao is still as always.

Krew is still a blank face, without any expression. It seems that Zhang Jun's persuasion that day had no effect.

"Okay, Xiang, shut up!" Sabato waved his hand to interrupt Xiang Tao's continued , then said to everyone, "Tomorrow is our first leg match with Chelsea, I have only one request, win this game." He looked at the players' reactions, there was no surprise, it seemed that winning was a matter of course. He was very satisfied.

"Winning the first leg will be very helpful to our second leg match, and it will also have a great impact on our entire April matches. So... you must win. And you can definitely win, don't ask why you can definitely win, because you are Fiorentina, your goal is the Triple Crown, so you can definitely win." Sabato threw out his set of rogue theories again, unreasonable, it is just a simple "because... so..." but it can really bring a sense of confidence to the players.

"Well, then, today's training ends here, everyone go back and rest well, and slaughter the British tomorrow!"

"Huh? Boss, aren't you going to talk about the tactical arrangements for tomorrow?" Xiang Tao was a little confused. In the past, Sabato would explain the tactical arrangements for tomorrow in detail before the game, which was more detailed than what he would say before the game on the day of the game, so that he could say less the next day, and use more saliva to motivate morale.

"I have been talking about Chelsea every day in so many days of training, haven't you gotten tired of listening? Besides, if I talk about it today, what will I say tomorrow?" Sabato was very shameless and ignored Xiang Tao's request, "Dismissal! Dismissal!"

"Tch~" Xiang Tao curled his lips and whistled.

Di Livio was naturally also very strange about Sabato's performance today, but he gave Sabato face. After the players left, he chased to the parking lot and stopped Sabato.

"Antonio, if you don't tell the players, you should tell me."

"Tell what?" Sabato pretended to be stupid.

"Tactics! What tactics are we going to use to play Chelsea tomorrow!" Di Livio was excited, and his voice was several degrees higher.

Sabato quickly looked around like a thief, up and down, left and right, to make sure that there was no one around, then he lowered his voice and said: "Keep it down, my God! What do you want me to say? I haven't even figured out the tactics myself..."

"What?!" The voice was another degree higher.

"He..." Sabato wanted to scold this stupid assistant coach, who told him to keep his voice down, but he was still shouting so loudly. "I said, Angelo, don't you think Chelsea is very similar to us in some ways? You know, we are always used to using rogue methods to deal with other teams, but Chelsea, in a sense, is also a rogue. Especially their coach, an unpredictable guy. Tsk tsk, in the past, only people couldn't guess me, but now it's my turn to not be able to guess others. It's really retribution! Okay, go home, give me one night, I will figure out a way to deal with Chelsea, if it really doesn't work, then fight them head-on, anyway, in terms of strength, we may be stronger than them, not to mention that this is our home field."

Seeing that Sabato was so clueless now, Di Livio was still scolding him in his heart for the set he boasted in front of the players just now, what must win, definitely win, turned out to be all nonsense. "Antonio..." He shook his head, "I can't see through you even now..."

"Hehe! Thank you for the compliment." Sabato laughed dryly, got into his car, then rolled down the window and waved to Di Livio standing next to him. "See you tomorrow, good luck."

"See you tomorrow, good luck..." Di Livio was sincerely saying "good luck". God, bless Fiorentina with good luck!

Sabato glanced at the rearview mirror. He was almost out of the parking lot, but Di Livio was still standing there, poor man, he couldn't stand this little blow... Well, but, the game with Chelsea is really like playing in front of a mirror. Competing with yourself? It's really a bit disturbing.

While the players and coaches of both sides were preparing for this game, the chairmen of the two teams gathered together before the game and had a friendly dinner.

As the chairmen of both teams, there is nothing strange about eating together, this is usually to express friendship. However, as two capital giants in the football world eating together, the things discussed during the meeting have to make many people interested and nervous.

Will they gather together to discuss cooperation between players and teams?

Will they discuss which player from another team is very good and want to buy him?

Will they cooperate in the transfer market?

Or will they be superficially friendly and secretly scheming against each other?

In fact, it can be said responsibly that the two just had a meal together and chatted about some messy things. Such as the weather in London—this is always a common topic for those who have stayed in London.

Although the atmosphere was good, neither side said anything meaningful. They were all nonsense that was as good as saying nothing.

On the surface, they were hypocritical, but deep down, no one relaxed their vigilance.

Because they both knew very well what kind of person was sitting in front of them.

If Zhang Jun went to eat this kind of meal, he would feel very tired, more tired than playing two games in a row. But Ren Yudi has become accustomed to this kind of life.

After eating, the two chairmen wanted to express their friendship—friendship first, competition second—so they rode in the same car, and at this time there were still nearly two hours before the game started.

Just as Ren Yudi and Abramovich got into the car, Fiorentina's bus also departed from the training base. The road from their training base to the Stadio Artemio Franchi, and the road from the hotel where Chelsea stayed to the Stadio Artemio Franchi, had already been traffic-controlled. This has not appeared in previous games. It can be seen that the Florence Municipal Government also attaches great importance to this game.

Although traffic control was implemented, prohibiting motor vehicles from driving, the sides of the road were filled with many fans. They were cheering and paying tribute to the heroes of this city. Some players also waved back to them through the windows.

However, not everyone in the car had that good mood.

Sabato hasn't said much today, and Di Livio is quite worried about this. He is afraid that Sabato has no way to deal with Chelsea at all.

He also tried to ask Sabato, but Sabato did not give him a positive answer at all.

On the other side, Xiang Tao was humming a ditty excitedly, but Krew, who was sitting next to him, lowered his head and didn't say a word. He didn't know if he was asleep or what.

But Zhang Jun was still seizing the time to talk to Sophie on the phone.

Some other players were laughing and joking together, while some felt the tense atmosphere of the big game, not saying a word, sitting upright in their chairs with serious expressions.

When the bus drove into the square in front of the Stadio Artemio Franchi, they heard deafening cheers outside.

"Long live Fiorentina! Long live Fiorentina!"

This sound made those sleepy players, or those who were still chatting, thinking about problems, and bored, all raised their heads and turned to look out the window.

Sabato also raised his head and looked carefully at the crowd outside. The square was almost a purple ocean. Some blue Chelsea fans tried to shout a few slogans, but they were immediately drowned out by louder sounds.

Looking at these enthusiastic fans, Di Livio's inner worries grew even bigger. If there is any mistake at home, how can they face these fans?

Antonio, what are you thinking in your heart?

Seemingly intentionally, five minutes after Fiorentina entered the locker room, Chelsea's bus appeared at the Stadio Artemio Franchi. This time, what greeted them besides a few die-hard Blues fans was the unfriendly booing of the Florentines.

When getting off the bus, their coach naturally received the attention of all the news media, and almost all microphones were extended to him.

"Mr. Mourinho, can you tell us how much chance your team has of winning this game?"

"Coach, is there anything different about the game with Fiorentina? Your two teams have many similarities. As far as I know, the chairmen of your two teams just had dinner together..."

Mourinho had been expressionless about the previous questions and had not answered them. Only this question made him turn his face to the questioner, an oriental reporter—Li Yan.

"How do you know?"

"We have studied your team and Sabato's team..."

"No, I mean the two chairmen eating together."

"Hehe, I have my own sources of information. Let's get back to the topic. Mr. Mourinho, do you think this game is special?"

Mourinho's face darkened, and then he said calmly: "No, I don't think there is anything different. Fiorentina is just an ordinary opponent in the Champions League."

When he spoke, Li Yan kept staring at his face, hoping to see Mourinho's true thoughts from his expression. But in the end, he was disappointed.

A rogue is a rogue. Sabato still needs to learn a lot in terms of successfully hiding his inner self. Mourinho, who had just coached Chelsea, once made a famous Swiss international referee retire with his wild words, and he was greatly criticized for this. But this incident also taught him to be good, and he has now learned to hide his true thoughts very well. Although he is not as impulsive as before, he is more lethal and more insidious.

Li Yan shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I wish your team good results." These are words of courtesy.

But Mourinho looked at him: "Why don't you cheer for Fiorentina? Don't they have your Chinese players?"

Li Yan was a little surprised. He had been communicating with the other party in English all along, and had never said that he was a Chinese reporter. "Why wouldn't you think I am a Japanese reporter?"

Mourinho smiled meaningfully: "Because some English pronunciations cannot be said as fluently as you can by the Japanese." Then he squeezed out of the encirclement of other reporters and walked straight out.

Due to his long-term coverage of Italian football, Li Yan did not have many opportunities to come into contact with English teams, and the Champions League was his only opportunity to contact those teams from other places. This encounter with Mourinho can also be said to be very rare. In the past, his understanding of this iron-handed coach was also based on what others said. After truly communicating with the other party today, he felt that it was completely inappropriate to call Mourinho a "rogue coach" now. He has successfully gotten rid of the "rogue" name and has become a grandmaster.

In contrast, Sabato is more like a gangster limited to a certain place...

Has the coach already lost a step in this game?

That rogue coach who refused to accept any interviews five minutes ago... Li Yan smiled bitterly, he still can't forget Di Livio, the somewhat anxious assistant coach next to the silent Sabato.

Such a team always gives people a sense of insecurity.

Li Yan shook his head and followed the reporters to the press box.

The two teams that had finished warming up returned to their respective locker rooms. The relationship between Krew and Chelsea, which the reporters were very interested in, ended with Krew's low-key and Chelsea's indifference, which made them very depressed.

The players who returned to the locker room looked at the coach Sabato one by one, hoping that he would tell them the tactics of this game.

Sabato closed his eyes, completely ignoring everyone's eyes. After a long time, he opened his eyes and then said something that surprised everyone: "The tactics for today's game are... no tactics!"

The locker room was quiet for about two seconds, then suddenly there was a huge noise: "Isn't that too irresponsible?"

"Boss, this joke is not funny at all!"

Di Livio felt his body soften. He had indeed guessed it. Sabato had been thinking all night and had not come up with any effective tactics.

"Quiet! Everyone shut up!" Sabato had to raise his volume to calm everyone down.

"In this game, Chelsea is too similar to us in many ways, so I only ask you to play according to those things we trained in the past, and don't consider anything else... Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you believe in my arrangements?"

"It's not that we believe it, but we don't believe it at all!" Xiang Tao shouted.

Even Zhang Jun felt that Sabato was messing around. In such an important game, he only said that we should just play as usual. Even if the players are smart, they can't see through the ever-changing situation on the field, and naturally they can't clearly know what they should do in the whole game.

If the players can formulate tactics based on the game themselves, then what is the use of the coaching profession in football?

Now, Fiorentina's coach Sabato is seriously derelict in his duty.

"Okay, everyone shut up!" Sabato shouted again loudly.

The coach's majesty made the noisy players shut their mouths.

"What I mean is to let you play football like you usually do. What kind of tactics do you still want? In the last round against Barcelona, we unexpectedly used a defensive counterattack. Did that make you so expectant? Mourinho is not a fool, defensive counterattack is useless against Chelsea at all. Tell me, how does Fiorentina usually play football?"

"Attack..." Xiang Tao replied casually.

"So, do you have any questions now?"

The meaning of this sentence is already very clear. How Fiorentina usually plays, that's how they will play today—attack.

"No more!"

"If there is no more, then stop talking nonsense, get out of here, it's time to play!" Sabato looked at his watch, then slapped Xiang Tao on the shoulder with one palm, which made Xiang Tao grit his teeth, he was retaliating for Xiang Tao daring to confront him, the coach, just now.

All the main players of both sides were crowded in the tunnel waiting to play. The substitutes and members of the coaching staff had already taken their seats on the bench in advance.

Krew kept his head down. He did not greet any Chelsea players, although there were some people inside who he knew well, such as Ruben, such as Lampard, Terry. Seeing the familiar blue jerseys, seeing the familiar former teammates, Krew felt that yesterday did not seem so far away.

He still remembers his first professional league game, remembers that verbose captain Terry; remembers Mourinho's face that turns faster than a book; remembers his special methods of motivating the team; remembers how he played tricks on Arsenal's captain Vieira; even remembers being sent off the field for fighting with the other player.

Remembers Mr. Perizzaro's teachings, remembers living with Mr. Perizzaro, as if they were a pair of father and son.

He was not so gloomy at that time. At any rate, he was also a somewhat impulsive sunny boy, liked to scold people, and got along well with his teammates. At that time, Chelsea's first team and youth team teammates did not hate him.

But looking at it now, the changes are really big.

He became taciturn, became insidious and cunning. In the beginning, when he saw a teammate score a goal, even if he was on the bench, he would jump up and whistle non-stop. Now? After he personally scores a goal, there is no special celebration or expression.

Just now when the players of both sides met, Terry wanted to say hello to Krew, but Krew turned his head and deliberately avoided him.

Since he said he didn't care about the experience between him and Chelsea, then what is he deliberately avoiding?

Maybe Krew hasn't realized it yet, Chelsea, as his first club in his career, what does this name mean to him?

The people there taught him how to play professional football, how to become a star that attracts attention.

Zhang Jun saw Terry next to him turn his head back, then turn back with a very awkward expression. He felt strange, so he also turned his head back to look, and just happened to see Krew's expressionless face.

With Zhang Jun's intelligence, he of course quickly understood what had happened just now.

So he patted Frey and signaled that he was going to go to the back for a while. Then he went straight through the corridor between the two teams and came to Krew.

"What are you doing? The other side wants to say hello to you, but you are ignoring them?"

Krew didn't say anything.

Zhang Jun sighed: "I said Krew, this is not good, really. When you go on the court to shake hands later, say hello to the people you know inside. Even if it's just saying 'hello'."

Krew still didn't say anything, and even turned his face to the other side.

But Zhang Jun was even more stubborn than him. He grabbed Krew's shoulders and forced him to look at him. "Krew..."

Zhang Jun felt the shoulders he was holding loosen, and then Krew let out a breath and said softly: "Okay, say hello."

Zhang Jun smiled. Krew still gave him face. "Your tone sounds very stiff, are you unwilling?"

Krew continued to look at Zhang Jun, not saying a word, but his expression clearly said "You know it, why are you asking me?"

Zhang Jun was very proud. He laughed and then patted Krew on the shoulder: "Do well!" Then he turned and walked back.

Terry had been turning his head to follow Zhang Jun with his eyes when he saw Zhang Jun walking back. He saw him say a few words to Krew, and then walked back with a smile.

He really wanted to ask Zhang Jun what he said to Krew. As Krew's former captain, he actually cared about this child very much. There has always been a saying inside Chelsea that their first team captain is the best person, he will actively care about those young players, chat with them, enlighten them, he is really a perfect captain... Of course, he is just a little verbose when he speaks usually.

Zhang Jun turned his head and saw Terry's expression, he understood Terry's thoughts. No wonder Li Yan would say that Chelsea and Fiorentina have similarities in some aspects. He felt that the atmosphere in the team was very similar. With a captain who cared about his teammates so much, even former teammates, then the locker room atmosphere of this team must not be bad.

Looking at Ruben, Lampard and other superstars who are famous in the football world, they have also stayed in Chelsea, no matter how many rumors there are about them and other clubs. Isn't this in itself a reflection of the team's charm?

Zhang Jun smiled at Terry, not saying anything, but a kind smile sometimes trumps thousands of words.

This is a life-or-death Champions League quarter-final, but Zhang Jun did not have the feeling he had in the last game against Barcelona.

Just like Mourinho said, this is just an ordinary Champions League quarter-final, and Chelsea is just an ordinary opponent.

On the home team's coaching bench, Sabato was receiving Di Livio's somewhat stern "interrogation".

"Antonio, I really can't understand you more and more... Are you serious? Really have no way to deal with Chelsea at all?"

"Undoubtedly, it's true." Sabato crossed his arms, but would show a smile when facing the turning camera, but his answer had nothing to do with his expression.

"Then how did Barcelona beat Chelsea in the Champions League last season?"

"I carefully studied their two-legged match and found that it was luck... Barcelona's dog luck was surprisingly good."

"I... you actually said it was luck, is it luck that Barcelona can dominate European football?" Hearing Sabato speaking seriously, Di Livio thought it would be a high-level theory, but he didn't expect it to be luck.

"Angelo, you need to know that luck is definitely an indispensable important factor for any team that eventually dominates." Sabato answered Di Livio's question very seriously, and even when facing the camera, his expression did not change.

"Okay... okay." Di Livio groaned in pain, "Even if what