The English Football League Cup, referred to as the League Cup, is a knockout football competition hosted by the English Football League.

Started in 1960, the League Cup is only open to members of the Premier League and the English Football League (English Championship, English League One and English League Two teams), a total of 92 teams (excluding the two promoted teams in English League Two).

Just like the FA Cup, in the eyes of the strong Premier League teams, the cup competition is useless, and most teams will send their second team to participate in the League Cup.

But when it comes to the semi-finals, each team will still take it seriously. After all, this is also a championship.

On January 8, Everton will face Chelsea, their League Cup semi-final opponent.

The semi-finals are two-legged, and the League Cup final is in February.

But Moyes faces happy troubles, because the team still retains hope of winning the Premier League, FA Cup, and League Cup, but Everton's lineup cannot cope with the huge pressure of the third-line battle.

After training, Moyes came to boss Bill's office.

"Hi, David."

Bill noticed that Moyes didn't look good.

"What's wrong? Is Tang Zhenglong causing trouble again?"

"No."

"What else can happen?"

Suddenly, Bill's heart skipped a beat.

"Is it possible that a team wants to poach you with a high salary?"

…

"nor."

Bill breathed a sigh of relief.

"What else could it be?"

Moyes held out three fingers.

"Premier League, FA Cup, League Cup, you choose one, I can only get you one championship trophy."

Bill understood immediately.

"Haha, it turns out that's why you're troubled."

"Choose."

"Do you really have to choose?"

Moyes nodded.

"That's good." Bill showed a sly look and smiled: "I want all three."

Moyes was slightly startled.

"You want all three?"

"That's right, I want all three. You can give me any bonuses you want. I'll try my best to satisfy you."

Moyes shook his head, "This is not a matter of money, but our lineup cannot cope with third-line combat."

Bill stood up, poured Moyes a cup of tea, and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Many fringe players are also capable. As long as you give them a chance, Gravesson, Pienaar, these people are not much worse than the main players."

"In addition, if you need to sign players during the winter break, I will fully support you."

Moyes shook his head and said, "We can't buy much reinforcements during the winter break."

"Then tap the potential internally. In short, I will not give up any championship."

Moyes smiled. No wonder Bill would become the boss. He has a kind of courage. Maybe such a person can run a team.

Bill patted Moyes on the shoulder again, "Go ahead, David, the goal is set, all you have to do is achieve it."

What else could Moyes say? He could only nodded and agreed.

*****

Bang bang bang.

Grant kept applauding.

"Hurry up, faster."

After Grant took office, the tactics were actually inherited from Mourinho, and the team's offense must advance quickly.

Use two or three quick passes to quickly tear apart the opponent's defense, then hand the ball to the forward's feet, and finally score.

When the ball reached Drogba's feet, the Ivorian touched the ball slightly and immediately lost it.

Grant immediately stopped training.

He walked towards Drogba.

"Didier, what's wrong with you?"

"I didn't think about the route of the ball, so I stopped the ball."

Grant said angrily: "This is training. The opponent's defense will be tighter during the game. Do you think the opponent will give you time to think?"

"Coach, I just made a mistake once, you don't have to do this."

After taking over Chelsea after Mourinho, Grant was already under a lot of pressure. Although Abramovich did not say it clearly, Grant understood that only a championship can satisfy the boss.

"Once? It's a matter of attitude."

Drogba was a little unhappy. This method of suspending training and teaching him a lesson was a bit humiliating.

"I hope this doesn't happen again."

Drogba nodded.

However, Drogba's basic skills were mediocre, and coupled with the pressure from the coach, he made a pass error again after a while.

The moment the ball rolled out of the sideline, the audience fell silent, waiting for Grant's anger to explode.

Grant did not break out, he threw a vest symbolizing the main force to Pizarro.

"Claudio, you will be the team's main center in the next League Cup."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing standing still? Let's continue training."

"quick!!"

*****

How gossipy is the British media?

The answer is super gossip.

Soon, news of Chelsea's internal strife spread like wildfire and was known to the media.

Grant, of course, denied it.

"This is a healthy competition within the team. Drogba needs to rest, and I think Claudio is in good shape recently."

The reporter asked: "Someone saw you arguing with Drogba on the court. Is this true?"

Grant smiled and said: "We are men, not sissies. If my voice is too loud and it is called a quarrel, then I think you are ridiculous."

"I'll say it again, there is no conflict between Drogba and I."

"Can you talk about Tang Zhenglong?"

Grant is the most unhappy about this topic. Why does he always talk about Tang Zhenglong, a player on loan?

"He is from Everton now and I don't want to talk about him."

Grant here is not talking about Tang Zhenglong, but reporters over there are chasing Tang Zhenglong and asking questions.

"Don, I heard that Drogba and Grant had a conflict. What do you think about this?"

"I don't know, I don't read gossip."

"Don, if Grant ends up staying at Chelsea, would you consider a permanent move to Everton?"

"Again, I can't answer this question."

"Tang, I heard that you are dating the boss's daughter."

…

…

Tang Zhenglong was stunned. Do you know this?

After thinking in his mind for a tenth of a second, Tang Zhenglong reacted quickly.

It was impossible to deny it, what if it was photographed later, but to admit it? It was even more impossible.

"I don't want to talk about my private life."
To be continued...