Chapter 93 I am the NO.1 here (first update)

The stadium became lively again, but it had nothing to do with Chelsea fans. This was a carnival that belonged to Manchester United fans.

They jumped and sang the team song in the away stands, and even mocked the owner of Stamford Bridge.

"You are going to go bankrupt and the players are going to leave!"

"Who did you draw in the Champions League? Can you still qualify this year?"

"Accept reality!"

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Chelsea fans no longer had the energy to refute. They just felt that the other party was very noisy and felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

So some fans changed their focus.

"Bad tactical adjustment, we shouldn't have lost this game!"

"It's time for a new head coach!"

"inability!"

Conte looked confused on the sidelines of the court. He had just said before the game that he would try to avoid making the same mistake again, but he was shouted at by the fans after the game. It was really a slap in the face.

With the end of this game, Chelsea's position in the standings fell to 8th, and the point difference from the top of the list was even 12 points.

You must know that the current top names in the Premier League are Manchester City and Manchester United. They are known for their stable game status on weekdays. Arsenal's rapid decline in status after Christmas is rarely a problem.

This basically declares that they have withdrawn from the first group in the championship, and with Chelsea's current spare funds, it is estimated that they will not be able to introduce better players in the winter window.

It’s a bit of a stretch to secure a spot in the Champions League this season.

And just as Manchester United fans mocked, Chelsea's two Champions League group stage matches with Roma, one draw and one loss, may not necessarily qualify.

Conti felt endless sorrow well up in his heart, his head felt slightly cold, and it seemed that he was losing his hair again.

Mourinho on the other side did not shake hands with the Chelsea coaching staff after the game. Instead, he walked under the home stands, raised three fingers arrogantly, and kept shaking them.

Everyone knows what this means?

I won three Premier League trophies for Chelsea. Although I am now the Manchester United coach, you can't treat me like this!

Of course it also has another meaning.

Respect, respect and respect! ! !

Chelsea fans were eerily silent.

At this time, in the VIP box, Abu's face was gloomy, and his eyes were locked on his friend.

The Chelsea executives next to them kept silent, for fear of making any noise and making the boss angry.

After a while, Abramovich regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "Ask Manchester United about the price of No. 7 in the winter window. If it is suitable to bring him back to Stamford Bridge, I like this young man very much."

Granovskaya knew that Abu was happy to see him hunting, but she could only reply with a wry smile: "Okay, boss."

But in fact, she knew very well that this matter was basically impossible to achieve, let alone whether the players agreed or not.

Since Manchester United chose to give the No. 7 jersey to Chu Feng, they naturally want to cultivate him as the face of the club, and they probably won't even look at their own offer.

And how much does a young player with such potential cost in the football market?

Chelsea cannot afford this price now.

Half an hour later, the post-match press conference was held.

"Mr. Mourinho, we saw many fans challenging you during the game. What do you think of this?"

A very acute question, old friends have turned into enemies, and no one can remain calm.

Mourinho did not avoid answering, but said seriously: "I brought three Premier League trophies to Chelsea."

"It doesn't matter if you call me Judas, but I hope Chelsea fans can remember that no one has won more Premier League trophies for you than Judas!"

"So until someone wins four Premier League trophies for Chelsea, I am still the No.4 here. This is an undisputed issue!"

The reporters in the audience suddenly became energetic and wrote down these words one after another.

"Then how do you evaluate the performance of the two teams?" "To be honest, this is a game of similar strength. We are all looking for flaws in our opponents in the boring time."

"So whoever can persist to the end will win the game."

"And the results have proven everything!"

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In the other conference room, the atmosphere was very depressing.

"I regret that I gave my opponent two goals. In my opinion, this was completely avoidable."

"And our players seemed to lack fighting spirit. Their performance on the court was not good. Many half-goals were not contested, and they seemed to be afraid of physical confrontation."

"But in my opinion, the big reason for losing this game is the lack of depth in the lineup."

"It's impossible for me to play all the games with the same starting lineup, otherwise the risk of players getting injured is very high. Luis is a good example."

"This is a very dangerous sign, but I will make adjustments as much as possible to get Chelsea back on track!"

Conte's emotional intelligence is really low, and he offended many people with just a few words.

The reason for Mourinho's departure was indispensable because of the fueling of Hazard and Diego Costa.

However, Conte has already taken precautions against this. He sent a text message after the press conference, and the content was very simple.

[Hello Diego, I wish you the best, thank you for the season we spent together and wish you good luck next year, but you are not in my plans. 】

Diego Costa, who had just finished training at this time, was confused. Although he had some conflicts with Conte before, he wouldn't be fired by a text message, right?

Where else could he go next?

It is estimated that he can only return to Atletico Madrid, and there is no doubt that this incident will have a great impact on his career.

So in anger, he took a screenshot of the text message sent by Conte and sent it to all staff and players in the Chelsea team.

A storm gradually formed

At this time, the Manchester United players had already embarked on their return journey, and the club bus was full of laughter and joy.

"Boss, if Abu comes to you again in the future, will you choose to go back?"

Faria suddenly poked his head out of the back row and asked tentatively.

Mourinho was silent for a while and shook his head slightly.

"Boss, if Real Madrid comes to you, will you go?"

“By the way, there’s also Inter Milan.”

Mourinho listened to his old friend chattering and felt more relaxed than ever before, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was master and disciple standing side by side, facing the ridicule of tens of thousands of fans, but not taking a step back.

His heart, which was getting older and weaker, seemed to be beating powerfully again.

At this time, Chu Feng was chatting with Ibrahimovic.

"Zlatan, are my celebrations domineering today?"

"To be honest, it's not even close. You should raise your other arm and narrow your eyes at the same time to give people a feeling of contempt."

Ibrahimovic said and made a demonstration move.

Chu Feng nodded in understanding, thinking that he would improve his movements next time he had the chance.

(End of this chapter)

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