Cobham Training Base.

Abramovich was giving Hiddink "instructions" face-to-face:

"You need to give the substitute players more opportunities. Diego Costa and Willian's characteristics have long been studied thoroughly by other European clubs!"

"I think Remy's recent training state is great, and many clubs are eyeing him."

"And that Pato who was loaned over, he's also an old golden boy, why not put him on the field?"

"Listen to me, how else would you not be able to beat Leverkusen? How much less is their worth compared to Chelsea?"

"Defend my ass? Even if you play offensively against them, you can easily take them down!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Lee is a super genius, but his teammates aren't!"

Hiddink nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Did he not want face?

It was only because there were only two of them in the huge office.

The soundproofing of the Cobham base was very good.

In front of the outside media, Abramovich treated the old Dutch coach as a famous teacher and close friend.

In private, as soon as the two of them talked about the game, they would return to the most essential employer-employee relationship.

Obviously.

Abramovich was very dissatisfied with the result of the first leg.

For example, it's like spending money to buy a supercar, but it's keeping pace with a Wuling Hongguang.

What kind of lineup does Chelsea have?

What kind of lineup does Leverkusen have?

Can they be compared?

No matter how round the football is, our Iron-Blooded Blues wouldn't be beaten like that at the end, right?

Hiddink, flushed, said firmly, "Roman, the coaching staff was too cautious before! Actually, my idea is the same as yours, Remy and Pato have been integrated into the first team training a few days ago!"

He wasn't bowing his head to Abramovich, but to money.

There was no way, although the old Dutch coach had achieved fame and success early on, he still had to support his wife, son, grandson, and several lovers...

Abramovich nodded with satisfaction, patting Hiddink's shoulder heavily:

"Play a magnificent game, and let our little genius... fall in love with Stamford Bridge!"

...

Leverkusen.

Tactical meeting room.

The LED screen was displaying the suggestions and reports given by the Spanish national team coaching staff.

Dino marveled repeatedly.

"Boss, Mr. Del Bosque really has a trick up his sleeve!"

"The coaching staff doesn't need to deliberately treat Lee as the core of the team. He can naturally fit into the team system, become a midfield commander, and lead his teammates to dismantle the opponent's system!"

"On the offensive end, he can improve the team's ceiling; on the defensive end, he can guarantee the team's floor!"

"But whether it's on the offensive end or the defensive end, we can't waste Lee's time on covering and interspersing, teammates should..."

The staff suddenly realized:

In the past games' open play defense, Lee Kang always had to expend a lot of extra energy and running to complete the final help defense...

Including the offensive end: Looking at the top five leagues in the past twenty years, apart from Simeone in his playing days, which midfielder had to be so tired?

...

Old man Toppmöller sighed deeply: "Leverkusen doesn't have the personnel configuration of the Spanish national team, there's no such condition."

"What kind of midfield did Del Bosque lead?"

"What kind of midfield am I leading?"

"Is Çalhanoğlu comparable to Cazorla? Or even David Silva? Or even Iniesta, who is plagued by injuries!"

"The Spanish set is not feasible in Leverkusen."

Hearing these words.

Everyone's first reaction was: You, Toppmöller, are not as good as Del Bosque either.

The atmosphere solidified.

The tactical meeting room fell silent for a while, with only the sound of turning pages.

After a moment.

Dino asked quietly, "Boss, then how should we play in the second leg?"

Old man Toppmöller crossed his arms in front of his chest and said decisively:

"Attack! Our only way out is to attack."

"Release Lee! Don't let him waste his precious energy and time on the defensive end!"

...

Two days later.

The second leg of the Champions League quarter-final arrived!

Lee Kang and his Leverkusen teammates took a plane to London.

Except for him, all his teammates were a little nervous.

The gap between the two sides in the first leg was too big. At this time, Stamford Bridge was like an insurmountable peak.

But as long as they crossed it and successfully entered the Champions League semi-finals, this achievement would be a memorable moment of glory in the careers of most Leverkusen players.

Çalhanoğlu said: "Lee, don't be nervous, I will pass the ball to your feet, let's grab an early lead!"

In the face of a tough battle, there was no more selfishness.

Dino turned his head and said, "Hakan, didn't you see the roster? You're not a starting player."

Çalhanoğlu couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone laughed.

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

Van Dijk was still "meeting" with his teammates on the defense line.

He had been talking about the characteristics of Chelsea players every day during this period.

Jonathan Tah was suffering unspeakably.

He was facing Hazard.

...

London's weather, like a cunning girl, always brought a pattering rain when you were caught off guard.

The periphery of Stamford Bridge Stadium.

A sea of blue.

Chelsea tickets were tight and expensive during this period.

But it did not affect the enthusiasm of local loyal fans. Even if they couldn't buy tickets, they would watch the game in nearby bars.

Media reporters from 26 countries and regions around the world shuttled through the streets.

"Lee Kang is very good, the most profound impression he left on me... was the Champions League qualifying round at the beginning of the season when he eliminated Manchester United."

"Welcome him to Stamford Bridge."

"Let's look at the Champions League semi-finals with a normal heart."

The camera was given to a group of elderly Blues fans.

They were about 60-70 years old and had witnessed the ups and downs of Chelsea before they were funded.

...

At the same time.

Ctv5 was also broadcasting the outdoor scene live.

Many fans gathered in the live broadcast room.

-【This group of old men and old ladies are so Buddhist, is Chelsea's club history very ordinary?】

-【I feel that West Ham United fans are the most Buddhist.】

-【Old fans don't represent the mainstream attitude, who doesn't want their home team to advance in the Champions League.】

-【As soon as Lee Mingdeng returned to the club, he directly fell from t0 to t1. How can he beat a group of t0.5? It feels like watching an abuse novel.】

-【According to you, isn't it even more abusive for Messi and Ronaldo to lead the national team?】

-【Didn't you watch the first leg? At the last moment, Lee Mingdeng almost pushed Chelsea's bus to attack, but he just couldn't score! We still have to see how Hiddink deploys his troops tonight.】

.......

The plane passed through thick clouds.

Slowly landed at Heathrow Airport.

As soon as Lee Kang and his teammates walked out of the arrival gate.

Security personnel were on high alert.

A large group of young fans flocked to them, their eyes fanatical, excitedly shouting his name.

"Lee!!!"

Son Heung-min couldn't help but exclaim, "Aish, so many Asian fans! Looking at their faces, I can tell there are Japanese, Koreans... Filipinos!"

Kramer shook his head and denied, "They didn't prepare posters and banners, they must not be fans, they are tourists!"

"They are still wearing Chelsea jerseys!"

Old man Toppmöller and Dino quickly protected the North Rhine idol and quickly got into the bus.

Lee Kang felt weird:

When did he have so many fake fans?