Chapter 332: The curse of internal conflict grows stronger? (A daily transition.)

Morning.

White mist filled the air.

At Kobham training base, the sound of ball contact never ceased.

After Diego Costa finished warming up, he came to the youth team's pitch and, as usual, gave guidance to the youngsters.

After his conflict with Conte intensified, he was temporarily barred from first-team training.

"Mount, you need to actively seek confrontation, don't be like that sissy Abraham!"

"Not bad, you remind me of Li Kang."

"Your forward run is too early, James!"

Youth team head coach Vives looked embarrassed, quickly gesturing for this first-team senior to quiet down.

The ball flew out of bounds.

Youngster Musonda spread his hands, muttering: "What's a guy preparing to go to the Chinese Super League doing here?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the thin mist and landed in Diego Costa's ears.

Vives picked up the ball, threw it onto the field, and shouted: "If it weren't for that mouth, you'd have already made a name for yourself at Real Betis!"

He then turned his gaze toward the hot-tempered Chelsea striker, fearing he might do something irrational.

Diego Costa said nothing, hands in pockets, turned and walked away.

On the pitch he's a dirty bully, but after taking off his jersey he's mostly gentle, especially after becoming a father.

Vives sighed: if this guy were mute, his career would reach unimaginable heights.

Recently.

The conflict in Chelsea's locker room became the focal point of attention for Premier League media.

Diego Costa first had his third argument with Conte, then came to blows with fitness coach Julio Taus.

Moreover, the media exposed photos of him having dinner with his agent Mendes and the boss of a certain Chinese Super League club.

In the head coach's office.

Assistant coach Holland took out a stack of data, respectful, and whispered a suggestion:

"Diego Costa's mistake is only minor; he voluntarily reconciled with Julio, we currently have no better striker, suggest we recall him to the first team as soon as possible."

"If we let Diego Costa go next season, he also couldn't go to the Chinese Super League; Simeone hopes he returns to Atlético Madrid, other giants are also very interested in him."

"Also there's the issue with Fàbregas; in his limited playing time, he delivers key threatening passes far more often than other midfielders, his form remains very good."

Conte's face was grim.

His attempt to 'Italianize' the Chelsea coaching staff hasn't fully succeeded; this bunch of Stamford Bridge veterans constantly nag at him... although their tone and attitude are not bad.

"They're excellent, but they don't fit my tactical philosophy."

"Building the squad blueprint still needs time to piece together; I already have in mind an ideal forward signing for next season."

"Alright, let Diego Costa return to first-team training; we still need him for now."

Having said that.

Conte seemed to recall something, quickly saying: "Regarding Diego Costa's post-match beer-drinking behavior, you can tell the media this: the head coach believes that after a match, one can appropriately replenish fluids with beer."

The big match is imminent.

Chelsea's internal affairs must not leak any more infighting scandals.

Holland nodded in surprise: "What about the fine?"

Handle it according to regulations.

On the training field.

Chelsea players are conducting a pressing drill.

Matic said: "Kante, the coaching staff will definitely have you mark Li tightly, he's very..."

Kante shook his head, speaking innocently: "The coach encourages me to make more forward runs to join the attack and progression; he says that a midfielder who only defends will be completely eliminated by the times in the coming seasons."

"The coach told me to practice shooting more."

Everyone remained silent.

Although they weren't fully convinced by Conte in their hearts, they couldn't help but agree with the development direction he pointed out for each player.

"The coach also said, 'In Arsenal's lineup, only Morata, Li, Sanchez, Cazorla, and Cech are relatively strong; the other players are average, but in our squad only Moses and Marcos are relatively average, and a three-center-back system can compensate for their weaknesses...'"

This remark carried no malice.

Honest Kante inadvertently repeated Conte's viewpoint...

In the distance.

Moses and Marcos were doing one-on-one training, completely unaware of Kante's comments.

Terry quickly interrupted: "What the boss said isn't necessarily completely correct..."

Kante nodded seriously.

Azar scratched his crotch, pondering what flavor burger to eat at lunch.

Kolni training base.

After experiencing a slow-paced legendary match.

Li Kang spent 40 minutes before readjusting to the intensity of Premier League play in the intra-team scrimmage.

Morata handed him a bottle of sports drink, whispering: "Arsenal is still better; if we two had initially gone to Chelsea, we might have had to find ways to please Conte."

"Have you seen the news? Chelsea's locker room is a mess; I estimate even if Conte could win the Premier League title, next season's outcome would be similar to Mourinho's."

That's what they say.

But the Spanish striker dare not let his guard down.

In this historical period, two European football clubs have a curse of internal conflict rumors: Chelsea and Bayern Munich; whenever their internal contradictions intensify, nearby matches erupt with astonishing fighting power.

Fans jokingly call it: super smoke bomb.

Morata thought for a moment, then said: "Of course, if you go to Chelsea, Conte may not necessarily become Chelsea's head coach."

Li Kang smiled, not assuming things that never happened.

Simeone and Buffon both offered suggestions on how to break Conte's three-center-back system, but Conte's in-game formation-changing ability is also not poor, and the bench depth is also considerable.

The Arsenal vs. Chelsea match will still not be easy.

In the system panel, the achievement block glowed faintly.

【King of London: 3/6.】

【Opponents not yet defeated: Fulham, Chelsea, Crystal Palace.】

【After this achievement is unlocked, a London team's mascot can be randomly summoned at the Emirates Stadium.】

Sideline.

Boerde handed over a report: "Boss, Li's legendary match didn't consume much stamina, nor did he get injured; all physical examination indicators are normal."

Wenger had both hands in his pockets, saying: "As long as we defeat Chelsea, we almost have the FA Cup trophy in our grasp."

Arsenal's last Premier League title was in the 2003-04 season.

It has been thirteen years since then.

Boerde excitedly clenched his fists: "Boss, we only spent two hundred million... and we've founded an arsenal dynasty!"

Days passed day by day.

The Premier League match day arrived.

Li Kang and his teammates arrived at Stamford Bridge.

The stands on all sides gradually filled with fans.

The atmosphere wasn't large.

Compared to the clamor of Anfield and Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge is more like a quiet library.

Although there are limits on away ticket numbers, fervent away fans always manage to obtain some home team stand tickets.

VIP box.

Abramovich rested his chin, wistfully watching Li Kang warming up on the pitch.

"Back then I almost bought Arsenal, damn Swiss bank investigators."