Italian football has a tradition: the left full-back advances to participate in the attack, while the right full-back stays back to defend.

The most well-known saying is: "The great Italian left-back, Grosso, has done it!"

Conte, deeply influenced by the Sacchi school, cannot escape this tradition either.

Why is Italian football's attack left-leaning? It's still to accommodate the preferred feet of other attacking players in the front.

Over time.

The right-backs have also been honed into experts in defensive positioning.

In the 2006 World Cup, the only person who could breach the goal of Italy's legendary goalkeeper, Buffon, in open play was Italy's own right-back, Zaccardo – with an own goal.

After the game resumed.

Conte regained his passion in the command area.

He gestured for Marcos on the left to press forward boldly, while instructing Moses on the right to pay attention to protecting the defensive line.

Some say: Give Conte a younger version of Carlos and Cafu, and he could dominate European football like Guardiola during Barcelona's dream era.

From his performance on the field, Hazard is a very "Buddha-like" player.

People constantly compare him to Neymar: Who is the third best player in the world after Messi and Ronaldo?

But he himself doesn't seem to care much about it.

Regardless of who the coach of Chelsea is, they will give Hazard full freedom to attack.

But he always sees himself as a spark, not a finisher. You rarely see him taking wild shots in games.

From the 08-09 season to the current 16-17 season, Hazard's appearance rate is the highest in Europe. Dubbed the "Little Iron Man," even after suffering numerous fouls in the Premier League, he seems to have an immunity to injuries and always recovers quickly.

"Hazard receives a pass from Moses."

"Move towards the center!"

"Can't get through, Xhaka and Cazorla are blocking the way forward! He's through!"

"Super engine!"

"The dribbling king of the top five leagues!"

In an era when Iniesta is retiring and Messi is dropping back to orchestrate,

Hazard is the new generation of dribbling king, with Neymar in second place.

Cazorla and Xhaka are chasing closely, but they just can't get past his big butt.

His gifted posterior seems to isolate him from any opponent's tackles, combined with his unparalleled lower body strength, superb explosiveness, and delicate footwork. No matter how Xhaka pulls, he can't bring him down!

Hazard dribbles past the thirty-meter mark.

Three Arsenal players are following behind him.

Arsenal fans can't help but feel a little apprehensive: Among the Premier League's Big 5 outside of Chelsea, only Arsenal hasn't had their goal broken by a Hazard solo run!

Mertesacker and Koscielny dare not easily move out of position to intercept.

Chelsea has many attacking points in the front: Marcos, Batshuayi, Willian, Kanté, Fàbregas.

At this moment, they form a "U" shape, tightly surrounding Arsenal's penalty area.

During this period, Conte has very high tactical execution requirements for attacking players. They must play according to his arranged routines.

If a player improvises, he will get angry even if they score.

Managers of other schools are not so strict.

Wenger and Ancelotti's attitude is: After completing the advance according to the pre-match arrangement, the attacking players can play freely.

Guardiola's attitude is: Except for Messi, no one else is allowed to play freely, or they will spend a few weeks on the bench.

At the arc of the penalty area.

Hazard, surrounded by enemies, doesn't continue to dribble through.

He can't break through.

According to Conte's arrangement:

Either create an angle and try a shot.

Or pass the ball.

Hazard chooses to pass.

*Pa*.

Under the interference of Xhaka and Cazorla, the Chelsea superstar pushes the ball diagonally forward with his right foot.

The football hugs the grass, penetrating Arsenal's defense like a sharp blade.

Pass to a spot, not a person.

On the left side of the penalty area, Marcos arrives galloping.

Perhaps tempered by the incident of causing his girlfriend's death due to drunk driving in his youth, the left-back produced by Real Madrid's youth academy is very calm.

In the short two seconds it takes him to receive and adjust the ball, most of Arsenal's defensive force has already gathered to the left.

Now is the time.

*Pa!*

Marcos doesn't shoot!

Instead, he sweeps the ball to the right side of the penalty area!

"Danger!"

"This ball has a chance!"

"Azpilicueta!"

Unexpectedly.

It's another Chelsea center-back who has moved forward to participate in the attack!

The Arsenal coaching team's pre-match arrangements didn't anticipate this point at all!

Čech and his old Chelsea teammates seem to have a telepathic connection. Before Marcos passes the ball, his body subconsciously leans towards the right side of the goal.

Azpilicueta was born in the Pamplona region of Spain.

Before the age of 18, he played as a forward.

After entering the first team, he switched to right-back.

He doesn't like staying back to defend.

After joining Chelsea, he was nicknamed the "Cross-Spamming Maniac."

Conte struggled for a long time. The Italian coach couldn't find instructions for the right-back to attack, so he transformed him into a "side center-back" in the three-center-back system.

In front of Arsenal's goal, the atmosphere is tense.

*呯!*

Azpilicueta swings his leg.

The football howls towards the near corner.

Čech quickly dives to the ground, his platinum gloves firmly holding the ball.

The audience in the stands behind him can't help but exclaim.

Conte jumps up anxiously.

"Beautiful! Čech!"

"He keeps his old club's attack out."

"Stamford Bridge offers warm applause for this wonderful save."

Čech has deep feelings for Chelsea. He really didn't want to leave at the time.

But now is not the time to enjoy applause and reminisce about the past.

He sees his teammate in the front waving his hand.

The next thing to do is simple.

Throw the ball to Li!

Moses tries to use his body to block Čech's quick throw.

But he bumps into the two-meter giant, Mertesacker.

When he comes back to his senses, he sees the football already floating in the air.

"Čech's powerful throw!"

"His hands are even better than his feet!"

"Chelsea's players can't get back in time... They committed too many troops to the attack."

Actually, not that many.

Chelsea's high defensive line still has three players standing: Marcos, Terry, and Cahill.

If we ignore speed, the center-back pairing of Terry and Cahill is undoubtedly the top-tier defensive line in football today.

These two don't seem to be very well-known? People only remember Terry getting his teammate's girlfriend pregnant.

Perhaps it's because their careers are too long, without any regrets, and they've almost achieved a Grand Slam of club honors.

From 2005 to 2009, Terry was able to enter the UEFA Team of the Year every season without collective honors. In the list, even peak Puyol and others were squeezed into full-back positions.

Cahill is the player who has completed the club honors Grand Slam in the shortest time in Premier League history.

Morata chooses to look for opportunities in the weakest spot.

Without much thought, he leans towards the area defended by Moses, ready to launch at any moment.

Near the center circle.

Li Kang stops Čech's pass with his back to the goal.

Terry and Cahill don't press up immediately. One quickly retreats, and the other maintains distance, preparing to interfere with Li Kang's pass.

Morata runs laterally, trying to create the best opportunity to receive the ball.

"Two against three in the front!"

"Let's see how Li Kang handles this ball!"

"Beautiful! Long pass with his back to the goal!"

Ignoring the roar of the red Torres phantom.

No matter how fast a person is, they can't be faster than the ball.

At the moment of turning around, Li Kang heavily kicks the bottom of the football with his left foot.

From a God's-eye view, he has already grasped all of the opponent's defensive movements.

In the sky above Chelsea's half, it seems like a rainbow appears.

At the same time.

Morata also shakes off Moses, frantically rushing towards the landing point of the football.

"Classic connection!"

"Not offside!"

"Perfect timing!"

"One-on-one!"

"Terry and Cahill are too slow, they can't catch up."

In the empty Chelsea backfield,

Morata receives Li Kang's long pass.

His whole body is boiling with excitement.

The striker gene in his primal instinct is awakened.

My hunting moment has arrived.

*呯!*

Arsenal's striker unleashes a powerful shot!

The football howls towards Chelsea's goal.

Powerful and heavy!

Wenger and Bould clench their fists excitedly.

Arsenal fans are ecstatic.

The emotions they were about to release are suddenly blocked by green gloves.

Courtois leaps and punches out Morata's shot!

Not giving him a chance to make up for the shot, the Chelsea goalkeeper lands and pounces, holding the loose football in his arms.

The Gunners' fans can't help but sigh.

Morata spits and gives Li Kang a thumbs up.

Everyone, take care of your health. It's easy to catch a cold during seasonal changes. Drink more hot water!

(End of this chapter)