Chapter 162 Jiang Yuan scored twice, Mourinho resigned
Mourinho was sitting on the bench and he stood up now.

It can be said that he has never been as nervous as he is now since he coached Chelsea!
Jiang Yuan tripped when he passed between Dann and Delaney, and his entire upper body fell forward, but his strong desire to score a goal made Jiang Yuan still stand on the field, and he completed the shot with his right foot before falling to the ground.

Unable to guess the direction of Jiang Yuan's shot, McCarthy sat in the lotus position, trying to maximize the defensive area by spreading his limbs.

But McCarthy's action was still too late. The ball hit by Jiang Yuan passed between McCarthy's legs before he fell to the ground.

"duang!"

The ball hit the left post and bounced into the net. At the same time, Jiang Yuan lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"GOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL——!!!"

"Holy shit!"

"What a goal! What an amzing goal!"

Sam, the commentator at Stamford Bridge, almost broke his voice. Such a brilliant goal was at least the best of the month!

[If the heavens had not given me the football king Jiang, the Blues would have been dark forever. No more words, Jiang Yuan, you are my god! ]

[As a Chelsea fan, I am now so excited that I am incontinent...]

[No buddy, you are Bolt? ]

[This is much better than Hazard. I declare Xiao Jiang to be the real king of Chelsea. This speed, this confrontation, this shot, he is invincible, isn't he?]

[Jiang Yuan was almost on the ground before the ball was kicked out, right? How could he hit the dead corner? Some of Jiang Yuan's crazy fans should stop exaggerating, this ball was purely based on luck]

[Luck? But isn’t luck a part of strength in football? You hit the post 4 times in the whole game and lost to the opponent 0:1. Who can you blame? Football is sometimes a game of luck.]

After expanding the score, Jiang Yuan opened his arms, raised his head slightly, and hugged the Blues fans in his own way. On the other hand, Crystal Palace goalkeeper McCarthy pointed at Dann's nose and scolded: "Scott, can't you run back and hold him? Why do you have to go up and defend one? You gave away a one-on-one shot for nothing!"

However, Dane and Delany did not think that the ball was their fault. Delany directly retorted: "Give it away for free? He ran out on his own. Is this our problem? Damn it, I don't know what to say. Anyway, this ball is not Dane and I's fault!"

"you!"

McCarthy was speechless after being refuted.

In front of Chelsea's bench, Mourinho grabbed Brown's shoulders with both hands and shook him continuously: "3:1, 3:1, 3:1!"

Brown was startled by Mourinho's return to the field. He put his hands behind his buttocks and dared not say a word.

How to say it...Mourinho seems to be mentally ill now?

Not only that, after shaking Brown, Mourinho seemed unsatisfied. He rushed to the stands and an uppercut instantly ignited the Stamford Bridge stadium!

"We're all together, and winning is our aim!!!"

“So cheer us on through the sun and rain!!!”

"B'cause Chelsea, Chelsea is our name!!!!!"

"CHELSEA! CHELSEA! CHELSEAAAAAA!"

……

At the same time that Jiang Yuan scored a goal, Abu, who was sitting in the VIP stands of the stadium, received a letter from his assistant.

Abu, who had just finished celebrating, looked at the letter in his hand with confusion: "What is this?"

The female assistant smiled and said, "Director, this is a letter from Mr. Jose."

"Ah, a letter from José?"

Abramovich looked surprised. Mourinho already had his phone number, so why did he write a letter?

Besides, isn't this timing too weird?
"Amanda, when was this letter sent and why is it being given to me now?"

The female assistant bowed and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jose asked someone to give me a letter before the game and asked me to give it to you 10 minutes before the end of the game. I'm really sorry for the inconvenience!"

Because Chelsea, who were playing at home, were leading by 2 goals, Abramovich was very happy and waved his hand: "It's okay, thank you very much."

After saying that, Abramovich opened the letter. Mourinho used Aiko Fukawa letter paper, a specialty of the UK, with elegant but clear English written on it.

[Dear Mr. Abramovich, if nothing unexpected happens, you should have received this letter during our match with Crystal Palace, and we are most likely behind in the score. I know you are very angry now, but please read this letter carefully first...]

[A week ago, you persuaded me to change Chelsea's tactical system. I know you care about this team, but damn, you are just an outsider, and some things are not as simple as you think. As you can see, I adopted the dual-core system of left and right sides that you envisioned, but this system will have big problems, which is why I have never paid attention to the right side. William cannot be Chelsea's main right side. Jiang can, but Xiao Jiang is too young. His current ability is not enough to bear the requirements of Chelsea's right-wing attack. I admit my arrogance and my pride. I don't want anyone to point fingers at me about the team's tactics, even if that person is my boss. So... I am here to request to leave. Regarding my liquidated damages, I hope to reach a settlement with the club, so as to avoid the club spending next season's transfer budget on me...]

[By the way, Mr. Abramovich, I have something to say before I go. I don’t know who will be the next coach of Chelsea, but please tell him, please tell him: Jiang is the wealth I brought to Chelsea. In the next three years, he may even become a winger like Eden. Sir, please trust my intuition, my intuition will not be wrong, and Chelsea will become the only king in London! ... Sincerely, Mourinho]

"..."

Abramovich carefully folded Mourinho's letter and put it in the inside pocket of his shirt.

Then, looking at the extremely excited Mourinho in the stands, Abramovich seemed like the winner of a bet: "Jose, your intuition is very accurate, but it seems not as accurate as I imagined..."

Three years later? No need for three years later. Chelsea will be the only king of London now!

……

"come on!"

Leading by 2 goals, Chelsea players seemed to have regained the feeling they lost at the beginning of the season and began to attack the Crystal Palace goal fiercely.

Most importantly, Mourinho has regained his former passion!
"Great, great, hurry up, Jiang, go up and provide support!"

"Good ball, to William, look at William! You can dribble the ball yourself, pay attention to number 26, protect the ball!"

William gained the advantage in the confrontation with Sakho and passed the ball forward accurately to Costa, who was standing on the offside line at the same time.

Another one-on-one attack!

Costa's shooting ability is also top-notch in the Premier League. The Spanish center forward did not disappoint the players and kicked the ball into the goal.

"GOALLLL!!!"

“Diego…Costaaaaa!!!”

Sam, who was standing below the VIP stand, had one foot on the table. As a live commentator at Stamford Bridge, he no longer cared about his image.

"Beep beep beep"

93分钟，主裁梅森吹响本场比赛结束的哨音，蓝军在主场4：1战胜对手全取3分，在积分榜上的位置上升4位。原本-5的净胜球数现在升到-2，距离扳正净胜球仅有2球的距离！

"Blue is the colour! Blue is the colour~"

"we are all together..."

The fourth round of the game has ended, but the home fans at Stamford Bridge are reluctant to leave.

After three consecutive defeats, the three-goal victory at home against Crystal Palace was like a reassurance for the Blues fans.

At least Chelsea is now out of the relegation zone!

……

"Alas!"

Azpilicueta kicked open the door of the locker room, raised a bottle of mineral water and shouted: "No one is allowed to go home tonight, we are going to have a party, party!"

After saying that, Azpilicueta unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and poured the water all over his teammates' heads.

"Wow!"

“Party!”

“Party!”

“I’m going to The Blue Kitchen for a drink!”

Mourinho had just finished his post-match interview and rushed in from the player tunnel. Seeing the players going crazy, he clapped his hands and said, "Hey, you guys want to go to the bar to celebrate after winning the game?"

With the appearance of Mourinho, the atmosphere in the locker room instantly became extremely cold. Azpilicueta, who was standing madly on the therapy bed, was like a child who had made a mistake, and climbed down from the bed with a red face.

Unexpectedly, Mourinho suddenly changed the subject: "Why don't you take me with you when you go drinking?"

"???"

"Bar, bar!"

"Go, go, go!" Suddenly, Mourinho seemed to have thought of something: "Stop, stop, stop. There is another question. Now we need 1 or 2 people to go out for an interview. Who of you is willing to go?"

The next second after Mourinho finished speaking, the eyes of all 17 players in the locker room turned to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan blushed and touched his head: "Um...then I'll go?"

Mourinho shrugged: "Dear Mr. Best Player, please don't keep our home reporters waiting for too long"

……

"Hello, Jiang! I'm a reporter from Sky Sports. I'm very happy to interview you at Stamford Bridge. First of all, congratulations on your victory in this game!"

"Great win, thank you!"

As one of the mainstream media in the UK, Sky Sports has reporters who are all very professional. However, the more professional the reporters are, the more likely they are to cause trouble, so Jiang Yuan is very serious now.

"Indeed!"

The Sky Sports reporter passed the microphone to Jiang Yuan's mouth: "In this game, you changed the left-wing single-core tactics of the first three rounds and strengthened the attack on the right. Will you continue to use this tactic in the next game?"

Jiang Yuan did not answer, but asked in return: "You just interviewed Jose, right? What did Jose say?"

"Mourinho said this matter is still uncertain"

Jiang Yuan smiled: "This is my answer"

"Then let's change the question. After transferring to Chelsea, we suffered three consecutive league defeats. Do you think transferring to Chelsea was the right choice?"

When faced with this kind of question, Jiang Yuan always has only one answer: "Of course, you know, my dream since I was a child is to play for Chelsea. Although we lost three games in a row before, we won now, which means we will win again in the future."

"You seem to be very confident in the team. Can you set a goal for the team and yourself this season? What do you think will make this season a success?"

"Um……"

After hearing this question, Jiang Yuan did not rush to answer, but lowered his head and thought carefully for a while: "I think, although the start of this season is not very smooth, Chelsea is still capable of competing for the top four. As for my own goal... I hope to be in the top 5 of the Premier League scorer list this season, haha!"

The reporter's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Wanting to be in the top 5 scorers in the first season in the Premier League is too unrealistic!

Despite this, the reporter still had to maintain superficial politeness: "Jiang, you overlooked one point"

"Oh? What did you overlook?"

"European competition, what kind of results do you think the team needs to achieve in the Champions League this season to be qualified?"

"Last season I was eliminated in the Champions League quarter-finals at Porto, this time I want to be in the top four!"

The reporter raised his eyebrows. "Oh? With Chelsea's form this season, it seems a bit difficult to get into the top four. Do you want to set a new goal?"

If the top 5 scorers in the Premier League are Jiang Yuan's imagination, then letting Chelsea enter the semi-finals is pure fantasy!

In this regard, Jiang Yuan still insists on his own view: "The goal should be set long-term, and difficulties will give you motivation!"

"Okay, Jiang, I support your idea. In addition, Chelsea is about to usher in the first Champions League game of the season. As a new player of the Blues this season, do you think you will appear on Mourinho's match list?"

Jiang Yuan turned his head away, laughed, and then answered frankly: "Who knows? I hope Jose can put me on the match list, or even on the starting list. I want to pursue the Champions League Golden Boot, which is the dream of all forwards in the world!"

"Champions League Golden Boot?"

The Sky Sports reporter almost couldn't control his expression.

Man, you're only 17 and you're already thinking about the Champions League Golden Boot?
Even if you want to brag, you can't do it like this!
……

The front page headline of the British Record: In the fourth round of the Premier League, Chelsea beat Crystal Palace 4-1, ending their three-game losing streak. The Blues may regain their hopes of competing for the top four!

"Sky Sports" - Children speak without restraint. Chelsea's 17-year-old young player revealed his dream of winning the Golden Boot in an interview. Can he realize his dream before he turns 30?
The Sun - Celebration party! Chelsea players appeared at The Blue Kitchen bar after the big win over Crystal Palace, accompanied by coach Mourinho.

"Spanish Marca" - This season's Champions League qualifiers have ended, with Manchester United, Shakhtar Donetsk, CSKA Moscow and many other teams qualifying, and there are only 20 days left until the first round of the group stage.

"Portugal A BOLA" - A big win over Crystal Palace, Porto's young transfer player scored twice, helping Mourinho keep his position!
Sina Lottery - As of now, the odds of the Champions League are Barcelona 3.50 in the first place, Bayern 3.75 in the second place, and Real Madrid in the third place. Among them, Jiang Yuan's Chelsea is in the seventh place with odds of 1 to 21.

Mundo Deportivo - The draw ceremony for the Champions League group stage this season will be held at the Grimaldi Forum in Monaco. The teams in the first tier are Barcelona, ​​Chelsea, Bayern, Juventus, Benfica, Paris Saint-Germain, etc. The traditional giants Real Madrid and Manchester United are in the second tier.

……

After the big win over Crystal Palace, Mourinho gave the team a two-day holiday. On the one hand, it was to give the players some time to relax, and on the other hand, Mourinho received a dinner invitation from Abramovich.

The dinner was held at Helene Darroze, a three-Michelin-star French restaurant in London. For Abramovich, the average per capita consumption was about 1000 pounds without buying wine. This was already a very low-key dinner for him.

Abramovich is very low-key, and Mourinho, who is currently at the center of the storm, is even more low-key. He wore casual clothes and took an Uber. However, Mourinho was stopped by the security at the door.

"Sir, we need to wear suits here"

From the security guard's accent, he could tell he was an American. Mourinho curled his lips and took out an invitation letter from his pocket. However, after reading it, the security guard still said that Mourinho could not enter.

"I'm sorry."

Mourinho pursed his lips, called Abramovich down, and then entered Helene Darroze's door.

"Sir, you didn't tell me to wear a suit. I was so embarrassed just now!"

Mourinho seemed a little unhappy, and Abramovich laughed: "This is to ensure the atmosphere of the restaurant. You know, this is also a semi-upscale place."

Mourinho, led by Abramovich, came to the spiral staircase on the second floor: "Should I change into a suit now?"

Abu shook his head and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, my friend, there is no one else on the second floor, you can wear whatever you want."

"Sir, let me emphasize again that we are only in an employment relationship. You are my boss, not my friend."

Mourinho seems to have his own opinion on the matter, insisting on the superior-subordinate relationship between him and Abramovich.

Abu shrugged and didn't dwell on it any more: "Jose, please sit down."

After sitting down, Mourinho was still very serious, which made Abramovich want to laugh: "Please relax a little. Do you need something to eat? Wagyu Beef? I heard it's not bad."

Mourinho picked up the menu and took a look at it, then jokingly said, "One dish is only over 300 pounds? Sir, this doesn't look like a place you would come to. How about I treat you today?"

"Ha ha!"

"You don't have to treat me. I've already bought this shop. How about some dessert? I heard that Portuguese people prefer sweet food. Is this true?"

Mourinho randomly pointed at a few dishes, and the Italian waiter waiting nearby left with the menu.

If nothing unexpected happens, apart from the waiter and four bodyguards, there will be only Abramovich and Mourinho on this floor.

While waiting for the waiter to pour red wine for the two, Mourinho spoke first: "Sir, there are some things we can clarify over the phone."

"Haha, it shouldn't be me who has problems, right?"

Abramovich reached into his jacket pocket and took out a piece of letter. Isn't this the resignation letter that Mourinho handed to Abramovich yesterday?
Abramovich pressed the resignation letter on the table with two fingers, and then pushed it to Mourinho across the table: "Jose, do you want to take back this letter?"

Seeing the letter under Abramovich's finger, Mourinho's eyes flashed with disappointment: "I admit that I didn't think it through..."

Abu took a sip of red wine and said, "You underestimated Jiang's ability, right? You said I was an outsider, but I'm sorry, I'm right about this matter. You have to understand that no one is perfect."

Mourinho kept silent. After a long pause, he stammered, "What I said... is still valid. If you want to fire me, I will not ask the club for the full amount of the breach of contract..."

"Don't talk about this yet!"

Abramovich interrupted Mourinho directly.

"Tell me, are you willing to stay at Chelsea? Give me a positive answer!"

"call--"

Mourinho took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled: "If it is Chelsea now, I am willing to do so"

After saying that, Mourinho reached out and prepared to take back his resignation letter from Abramovich.

As a result, Abu pulled back his right hand, took the envelope back, and put it in his shirt pocket.

"Jose, you need a little dark history, and I think this letter is perfect for that."

Mourinho:?
……

(End of this chapter)