The training ground was hosting a group scrimmage.

Eighth minute.

Morata wasted a one-on-one opportunity and was immediately subbed off.

The head coach was droning on in his ear.

"If I pinch my nose, it means I'm reminding you to pay attention to getting into position for a follow-up shot!"

"Boss, what did it mean when you were frantically jabbing your left fist with your right index finger?"

"Like this?"

"Yes, I really didn't understand that gesture during the scrimmage."

"Push forward, I mean for you to push forward, to push forward through the gap between the two center backs. If I poke between my pinky and ring finger, it means for you to push forward from the flanks, got it?"

"Got it?"

"This gesture now is reminding you to remember what I said."

Tuchel raised his hands, covering the back of his ears, posing like a rabbit with a serious expression.

Morata nodded earnestly.

Every Klopp-like manager has his own "alternative sign language for commands."

"Alright, you go practice shooting on your own! My psychological endurance is much worse than Wenger's or Del Bosque's."

Beep!

Dino blew the whistle to end the group scrimmage.

He immediately signaled the coaching staff to start setting up obstacles because Tuchel had instructed in the morning meeting to increase the players' training time and intensity.

"Wait!"

Tuchel waved his hand, loudly stopping them. "We can't increase the players' training time and intensity during this time period."

Dino: "..."

The assistant coach was a little regretful.

This Tuchel guy had an even worse memory than old man Topp.

"Boss, then we'll practice set pieces..."

"No, my team never practices set pieces or tackles!"

"The essence of defending set pieces? That's reducing fouls!"

Tuchel's eyes were filled with confidence.

Dino: "..."

Half an hour later.

The voice of Chelsea's new coach startled a few magpies on the treetops.

"Beautiful! Everyone practice set pieces around Lee and Willian!"

Three in the afternoon.

The entire Chelsea team boarded a plane to the International Champions Cup - China region.

Li Kang's seat was next to Tuchel.

The latter pulled out a small tactics board.

"Lee, make good use of the warm-up matches to integrate."

"Come on, let's seize the time, we need to take AC Milan seriously."

Li Kang listened attentively.

He felt that Tuchel seemed to be suppressing something. Every time he made a detailed adjustment with a declarative sentence, he would reluctantly add, "What do you think?"

It was completely different from his assertive communication style in the emails.

Yes.

This guy was suppressing his desire to control.

"Lee, what do you think?"

Li Kang smiled and nodded earnestly.

Tuchel breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's experiment with these few plans first."

"Thank you!"

"F**kyou!"

Azpilicueta held his forehead, looking at the grinning Kante with a helpless expression.

"Your 'thank you' sounds like 'f**k you'!"

"Why can't you fix it after a whole season?"

"Use your native language to express gratitude, don't speak English!"

At the same time.

The club's official website released a promotional video with a Chinese theme.

The International Champions Cup also promptly released the poster for AC Milan vs. Chelsea: red and black versus blue.

July 25th.

Tianhe Sports Center.

A sea of people, every seat filled.

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, audience friends."

"Welcome to watch the first round of the 2017 International Champions Cup China region!"

"AC Milan versus Chelsea!"

"A gathering of superstars, a visual feast!"

"When all the viewers receive the starting lineup an hour before the match, they will definitely feel that the ticket price for this match is worth every penny!"

Pre-match press conference.

Tuchel answered a few questions simply, finally adding, "Chelsea's transfer business isn't over yet, we're trying to bring David Luiz back to Stamford Bridge."

"Midfield signings? We already have Lee!"

On the other side.

Milan's handsome coach, Montella, was emphasizing, "Milan is on the road to revival!"

Players' tunnel.

Most of the players on both sides felt unfamiliar with each other.

AC Milan had spent heavily in this summer transfer window, signing many fierce generals.

Bonucci excitedly hugged Morata.

The two had a good relationship when they played together for Juventus.

"I bet you can't score a goal with your feet in this match."

"No, no, no, not underestimating you."

"Our Donnarumma is a genius, he'll give you a huge surprise."

Bonucci teased Morata.

Çalhanoğlu shook hands with Li Kang simply.

His attitude was cold.

His expression was serious.

The midfielder core, wearing the red and black number 10 jersey, sighed silently in his heart: 'Friendship will fade as you become evenly matched opponents.'

Li Kang smiled, not minding it.

He had been to many places these past few days.

He had yum cha, strolled around the Memorial Hall, went to the TV Tower, visited the Wildlife Park, and watched the Big Circus.

The referee team led the players from both sides out of the tunnel.

The stands erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Li Kang!!!"

"Hazard!!!"

"Terry!!!"

"Terry transferred, you fake fan!"

As Li Kang stepped onto the green field, the system notification sounded quietly.

[Ding! Task triggered: Red and Black Soul.]

[Task Description: Enjoy the match, Milan is no longer the behemoth that dominated Europe!]

[Task Reward: Milan Legend · Golden Treasure Chest.]

"Now, let me introduce the starting lineups for both sides."

"AC Milan is fielding a 4-3-3 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Donnarumma!"

"Defenders: Rodriguez, Bonucci, Musacchio, Conti Jr."

"Midfielders: Çalhanoğlu, Locatelli, Kessie."

"Forwards: Borini, Cutrone, Suso."

Livestream room.

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[It's been a while since I watched Serie A, how did Milan's male model team become...]

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[Milan's lineup, a few years ago, changed from a group of rich, handsome guys to little dark eggs.]

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[To be honest, Milan's lineup isn't bad, the entire central axis has first-class stars.]

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[Milan's 18-year-old Donnarumma is very strong, a true Serie A genius goalkeeper!]

"Chelsea's formation is 3-4-3!"

"Goalkeeper: Courtois."

"Defenders: Azpilicueta, Cahill, Rudiger."

"Midfielders: Moses, Kante, Li Kang, Marcos Alonso."

"Forwards: Hazard, Morata, Willian."

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[The final chapter lineup.]

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[Aren't they just playing with their eyes closed? This lineup has too many attacking options! There are no weaknesses in defense either!]

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[Illusion, in fact, this lineup hasn't changed much from last season, except for the addition of Li Mingdeng.]

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[Will Tuchel still use Fabregas in the new season? There are still a lot of elite soldiers and strong generals on the bench.]

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[Chelsea is still buying players, will they break Paris Saint-Germain's "four hundred million reckless" spending spree?]

Beep!

With the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

(End of this chapter)