Chapter 147 Chelsea's Internal Strife! (First Update)

The match between Manchester United and Chelsea came to an end, but the carnival at Old Trafford had just begun, with 70,000 Manchester United fans in the stands celebrating noisily.

Some people took off their headscarves, some took off the scarves around their necks, and swung them around while singing and dancing.

As for the Blues fans in the scoreboard stands, they looked up at the LED screen emitting strong fluorescent light, on which the score of Manchester United 2-0 Chelsea was clearly visible.

They came from London to watch a revenge drama, but ended up witnessing another defeat, so they turned their anger against Conte.

"Conte! Sinner! Get out!"

"Look at what you have done. David Luiz and Diego Costa performed so well. They were the heroes of our title win last season, but you kept them hidden and even sold them!"

"Antonio, you damn bastard, give me back Chelsea!"

Conte listened to the curses from Chelsea fans in the stands and slumped in the coaching seat with a dull look in his eyes.

He knew that his days as Chelsea coach were numbered and he would definitely be fired by Abramovich after the end of the season with no room for negotiation.

reason?

Chelsea management gave him enough trust, even at the cost of keeping Diego Costa on the bench and signing Morata from Juventus at a high price.

This trust naturally needs to be reciprocated.

Both the league and the Champions League are fine.

But as things stand, Chelsea have dropped out of the Premier League title race and lost another crucial game today.

Next season, let alone the Champions League, they may not even be able to play in the Europa League.

As for next week's Champions League knockout match, Chelsea will be in great danger when playing away against Barcelona.

The troubles don’t end there, conflicts in the locker room are also getting worse.

Conte usually has big problems with the way he handles players and his interpersonal relationships, and he can suppress players when there are results.

Now veterans such as Hazard, Willian, Azpilicueta and others are already dissatisfied, and are probably secretly discussing how to get rid of me.

Conte subconsciously thought about the retreat.

Return to Juventus? Allegri has been very good at coaching the team, achieving good results in both the league and the Champions League, and he previously had a big conflict with Juventus management.

Inter Milan?

It might be a good option, but he doesn't want to leave the Premier League too early, as that would make him think of himself as a loser.

I heard that Pochettino is going to be sacked, so why not take over from him?

But the more I think about it, the more something seems wrong.

Conte suddenly figured out the key point. If both of them were fired, would it be equivalent to being kicked out by Manchester United?

It might even be more exaggerated to say that he was kicked out of class by that Chinese kid.

Conte subconsciously looked at Chu Feng on the green field, and couldn't help but imagine if he could bring him back to Stamford Bridge in the winter window, would it be a new story? Of course, it was just a thought.

At this time, the Manchester United players were chatting idly.

"Although the score was 2-1 when we played Chelsea last time, why do I feel it is much easier today?"

A lot of sweat was oozing out of Lukaku's forehead, making it look even brighter and shinier like a light bulb.

"Yes, I feel that way, but I can't tell why."

Lingard echoed.

"The coach targeted us tactically, and"

Chu Feng was halfway through his words, and when his teammates' eyes were focused on him, he continued, "We have become stronger too, haven't we?"

"Yes! We have become stronger!"

Lukaku slapped his thigh.

"Chu, your performance today was really good, especially the dribble in the first half. I think I would have been dribbled past if I were in your shoes."

Ashley Young laughed and praised.

Valencia curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Don't 'estimate'. If it were you, you wouldn't even be able to survive the first two fake moves."

"That's right, he's still pretending!"

Everyone immediately followed suit and "ridiculed and mocked", and the air was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Paul's performance was also very impressive. If it weren't for his passing in the transition phase, we wouldn't have had so many opportunities in the frontcourt."

Chu Feng noticed Pogba's somewhat lonely expression, walked over and put his arm around his shoulders, "Don't you agree?"

"really!"

“.”

Now there is Ibrahimovic and veteran Carrick in the Manchester United locker room, and the relationship between them is relatively good.

Coupled with the continuous victories, everyone felt relaxed.

It’s like when you play a game with five friends in a team. If you lose all night, you have to share five tables for breakfast the next day.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It's the same principle.

The Chelsea players not far away verified this truth.

Courtois picked up the gloves that fell on the grass and said, "I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you should be more careful when defending and let others shoot without interference. Even the best goalkeeper can't save it."

"Then you should ask Morata why he could shoot the ball from the edge of the penalty area. I could have scored that goal too."

Rudiger lowered his eyes and spoke in a muffled voice.

"It's OK to blame me for that goal! Then how did Manchester United score the second goal? Have you ever seen a defender lift his leg high when returning to defense?"

"Oh, are you a hurdler?"

Morata was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his voice suddenly became sharp and he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Rudiger heard Morata mocking him like this and cursed: "I usually run like that! Why don't you say Sterling is still running like a dinosaur? Is there something wrong with him too?"

"You always try to put the blame on others when you can't score. No wonder you can't be a starter in Real Madrid or Juventus."

Seeing that both of them couldn't help but fight, Chelsea players hurriedly stopped them.

If this fight happened in public, none of them would end up well.

In the end, it was captain Gary Cahill who stood up and scolded the two men, thus calming the conflict.

Kante and Drinkwater stood together. Although they didn't speak to each other, they knew that the other was missing the days at Leicester City.

At that time, they never had any conflicts, and they comforted each other even when they lost the game.

Unfortunately, not every team has that kind of atmosphere. And at this time in the VIP box.

Abramovich was furious. After a while, he asked angrily, "Last time I asked you to ask Jose if he could give Chu to Chelsea, what happened?"

Granovskaia hesitated for a moment, but still told the whole story of that night, and even exaggerated Mourinho's arrogant attitude.

Although Mourinho's reply text message to her only had four words.

"My funds will be back in the summer window. Go and have a serious talk with Jose. I really want Chu."

Abu was surprisingly not angry.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he slammed his right hand on the leather sofa. "Yes, I can bring José and Chu back with me. How strong will Chelsea be in the future? I can't even imagine it!"

"Granovskaia, during the post-match interview, go give Jose a bottle of the red wine stored in the car."

The only sound in the box was Abu's mumbling to himself. Granovskaia's eyes twitched constantly, and she thought that her boss was really imaginative and prescient.

Given the level of conflict between Mourinho and Chelsea, the difficulty of this plan's success is probably no less than signing Messi and Ronaldo at the same time, and the team's head coach is still Wenger.

(End of this chapter)