Chapter 114 Morning

Early morning.

Cobham Training Base was shrouded in mist.

The sound of shoes meeting the football echoed the chirping of birds on the branches, forming a vibrant symphony.

As Tuchel passed Kanté, he suddenly squatted down, pulled down the French little black egg's shorts with both hands, and then walked away expressionlessly.

Kanté looked embarrassed and hurriedly pulled up his pants.

Everyone: “…”

A little unacceptable.

The Chelsea new coach, with a strong desire for control and unsmiling, has this kind of quirk?

A moment later.

Tuchel looked serious and said to Dino, turning his head, "We must enhance the relationship with the players through these interactive details, understand?"

Dino nodded seriously, silently noting "pulling off players' pants" in his notebook.

Clap clap clap!

The Chelsea coach clapped his hands, and the coaching staff began to get busy.

The obstacles began to change position.

Instead of blocking the two sides of the center circle line, they blocked the four corner kick areas.

In an instant.

The training ground became a diamond hexagon.

"In the matches against Burnley and Manchester City, we relied too much on solving problems through wing mismatches and diagonal long passes."

"The opponents in the Premier League, including the Champions League, will soon conduct research on this."

"The group matches for the next few days require: forget the damn wings and baselines!"

Tuchel's Chelsea style is no style.

Regardless of the overall tactical inclination first.

Tuchel believes that the players' combat effectiveness is not improved through traditional training, but by allowing the players to learn how to find their own strengths in different restricted conditions.

This guy's tactical thinking was shaped in a very chaotic process: Bruce Lee, Jeet Kune Do, Sanda, Cruyff, economics, Guardiola, differential learning…

Of course.

He is now also reflecting on his own shortcomings during his time coaching Mainz and Dortmund: suppressing his desire for control and no longer getting angry over trivial matters.

This is not an easy task for vegetarians.

Break time.

Diego Costa drove a tricycle, taking his teammates for a 'ride' around the training base.

"These weird training methods of the boss are useless to me!"

"But, I think everyone has become smarter during the game!"

"Lee, you should find a girlfriend. I always search for niche literature about Brandt. An adult football star without a girlfriend is usually considered to be…"

Pfft!

Hazard, holding a bottle of mineral water, sprayed Diego Costa's face.

"Why do you like to read this type of literature?"

"Of course, because it's interesting, because it's sweet, especially Brandt and that... It's a pity that the serialization speed is too slow. I really want to beat the author up!"

Diego Costa twitched his eyebrows, his smile ambiguous, immediately causing everyone to burst into laughter.

This guy usually likes to "harass" his teammates in the shower, and the news that "Kanté showers in his underwear" was also exposed by him.

Li Kang nodded seriously.

He had to learn from Brandt's lesson. After that kid was dumped by his girlfriend, he couldn't recover his competitive state for a long time.

Chelsea still faces many challenges.

He has to focus his time and energy on the game and learning.

He must not let down everyone's expectations.

He must not let down the two hundred and fifty million and the top salary in the Premier League.

Ten minutes later.

Chelsea players resumed training.

Morata slapped his forehead and said to Diego Costa, "I know which book it is! Isco recommended it to me."

Not far away.

Čech, wearing a tank helmet, was exchanging goalkeeping experience with Caballero and Eduardo.

There were only nine days left until the summer transfer window closed.

Ms. Skaia and the negotiating representatives traveled to various places.

Chelsea, which was in a passive position, was estimated to have to complete the signings at the last moment.

Time is like that thing, it passed in a flash.

In the blink of an eye.

The day for the Champions League group stage draw arrived.

Li Kang and club representatives arrived in Monaco.

The North Gate of the Grimaldi Forum hadn't changed much compared to previous years.

Blue carpet, blue cordon.

Excited fans, eager media reporters, frantically shaking posters and jerseys, constantly flashing cameras.

"Lee!!!"

In a wave of狂热 shouts.

The stars appeared one after another.

According to the fans' previous speculation: UEFA would allow clubs with superstars to safely pass the group stage to guarantee ratings.

But this year was different, the list of third-tier clubs was extremely terrifying.

Undoubtedly, it intensified the suspense of qualifying from the group stage.

Tonight, fans all over the world were looking forward to the birth of the group results.

"Lee, there is a high probability that we will meet in the Champions League this year."

Atlético Madrid coach Simeone, with a slicked-back hair and a black trench coat, patted Li Kang's shoulder enthusiastically.

Griezmann next to him had an impatient look on his face.

Atlético Madrid has been suffering recently.

Limited by the transfer ban, they couldn't make signings this summer window.

Coupled with the serious injury of the main midfielder, the aging lineup and other factors, everyone was not optimistic about their new season journey.

Even the senior management of Atlético Madrid Club advised Simeone to lower the goal and focus on one front.

Everyone chatted while walking towards the ceremony venue under the guidance of the staff.

However, Tuchel's words did not hide his appreciation for Atlético Madrid goalkeeper Oblak, which made Simeone lose interest in continuing the conversation.

After entering the venue.

Everyone parted ways.

Li Kang took the number plate and walked all the way to the front row seats.

Very coincidental.

It was again the seat between Buffon and Ronaldo.

Clap clap clap!

The Juventus goalkeeper, who had shaved his chin, slapped the empty seat beside him vigorously, excitedly urging Li Kang to sit down quickly.

Ronaldo subconsciously showed a smile, but suddenly remembered last season's Champions League final, and immediately put on a straight face again.

Buffon joked: "He's pretending to be cool again!"

Ronaldo: “…”

He still shook hands with Li Kang.

The originally empty seats were gradually filled with representatives from all parties.

The LED screen on the main stage played the Arsenal's championship journey led by Wenger last season.

Revenge battle at the Camp Nou.

The prodigal son of North Rhine returned home.

Munich's miracle arc.

Strolling in Turin's Allianz Stadium.

The picture finally froze at the Millennium Stadium, the back of the red and white No. 10 with bandages.

The entire venue was immediately drowned in applause.

The camera timely aimed at Li Kang.

Then moved to the coach representative seat... Enrique?

The director suddenly realized that the Arsenal coach was no longer Wenger.

An inexplicable emotion quietly welled up in my heart.

Just like old friends who gather at the same place on a specific date every year, he didn't come this year, he didn't come next year, and maybe he will never come again in the future.

The drawing ceremony proceeded as usual.

Pedro Pinto and UEFA officials still had so much nonsense, wearing away the audience's patience.

A girl holding a glass jar walked slowly towards the main stage.

When leaving from the side of the stage, she secretly moved her eyes to the player representative seat again.

Buffon didn't tease Li Kang this time, nor did he mention anyone's mother.

He touched his smooth chin.

"Lee, what do you think of Chelsea?"

(End of this chapter)