Amid the uneasiness of Chelsea fans, the Champions League games began again.
However, what put them into panic again was that Jose Callejon was not included in the game squad at all. While others flew to Rome to participate in the game, he was at home on vacation.
Not counting the suspension against Hull City, Prince has not been in the squad for two consecutive games and has not participated in three games. Even if it is a punishment, this is enough. Does Scolari really want to abandon it completely?
Callejon?
"My starting lineup has been carefully prepared and arranged, and the rotation is scientifically based on the physical and psychological conditions of the players. Who have you to question my arrangement? You always pay attention to whether Jose will play in the game.
Could it be that without him, Chelsea would really turn from a giant to a weakling, unable to win a single game? Ridiculous, nonsense. Some people always have to pay for their mistakes. Of course, he will be on the squad for the next game.
Yes, I think he should have realized his mistake and learned enough lessons." Scolari vowed when facing the media's questions about the starting lineup.
Well, since Scolari is so sure that there is no problem with the team's condition and has decided to play Callejon in the next game, reporters can just wait and see the result, and now they can finally focus on the game itself.
"I knew that guy definitely had no big development and no professional ethics at all. His girlfriend cheated on him before, and now he came to a stadium to propose. He still looked like a professional player. Fortunately, the Chelsea coach was wise and excluded him from the team.
Outside the list, otherwise, Chelsea is really in doom. Sooner or later, they will be messed up by this guy. But it is a pity. I originally wanted to go back to the home court and teach this guy a lesson, so that he should not be so arrogant all the time. Look
There is no chance now, but we will still beat Chelsea and qualify in the group because of my presence." The bastard Vucinic appeared in front of the media again, talking nonsense, thinking that the lesson the prince gave him last time was not profound enough.
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When his renewed provocation reached the prince's ears through the reporters' mouths, the prince curled his lips and expressed helplessness. Some people always feel good about themselves, but they don't know that in the eyes of the world, he is a big fool.
However, the prince really was not in the mood to start a scolding war with him in the media and had no intention of belittling his own identity.
Two hours before the game, if it was normal, the prince must have just arrived at the playing field to warm up before the game. He was moving his body and playing with his teammates, but now he was walking alone on the street, seemingly having nothing to do with football.
Unknowingly, the prince walked to the Blue Bridge Stadium. At this time, the squares around the stadium were already filled with Chelsea fans. They could not rush to Rome to cheer for the team, so they could only gather together in the square outside the Blue Bridge.
Cheering for the team is actually no less important than cheering for a home game.
Looking at the fans wearing Blues uniforms and dyeing the square blue, the prince seemed to blend into them at this moment. He became an ordinary person among them, cheering for the team's victory and cheering for the team's defeat.
And cry bitterly.
Wiping his eyes, the prince did not stay here too long and continued walking aimlessly along the street. Maybe when the game started, the prince would watch the game in front of a TV on the roadside.
In front of it is a bar that I often visited before. Several of the Blue Army's beasts always wanted to make the prince a member of their clubbing group. The prince also came several times and even had fights here, just to help Ah.
Nerka, but now things have changed.
"Hey, Jose, I didn't expect you to come." When the prince came to the bar, he was recognized by the bartender.
The prince shrugged as a greeting, ordered a glass of orange juice, and finished it at the bar. The game was about to start, and the prince decided to watch the game here today.
At this time, the bar is almost full. This can be regarded as a small stronghold for Chelsea fans. On match days, many people will come here to have a drink and watch the game. If the Blues win, it will be okay.
If you lose the game, the bar will definitely be a mess.
When the prince was recognized by the fans, there was a huge cheer in the bar. Everyone scrambled to get in front of the prince and ask for his autograph. Of course, not everyone really takes the prince's autograph so seriously. Maybe this is also a kind of
Support in disguise.
"Jose, we support you!" Similar voices came and went.
The prince was so moved that he stood up and climbed onto the table, raising the cup in his hand.
"I will treat all the drinks today, thank you all for your enthusiasm and support." The prince seemed to be infected by the enthusiastic fans, contrary to his usual introverted appearance.
The prince's words once again ignited the atmosphere in the bar.
"I vow to bring the championship trophy back to Stamford Bridge. This is our agreement. Let's work together." The prince roared again, causing the fans to climax before climbing off the table. By this time, the game had already begun.
The bartender wiped the glass while paying attention to the game, his brows furrowed, and the prince did the same, because Chelsea, who was playing away from home, was scored in the opening game.
The Roma team playing at home showed the style of a Serie A giant. The fierce attack directly suppressed Chelsea. Deco brought down Totti in the backcourt and received a yellow card. He also gave Roma a free kick opportunity. The Roma team quickly served the ball to the right and inserted it.
Cicinho got the ball and passed the ball to the goal. Panucci arrived in time and succeeded in pushing the shot from close range.
With this goal, all kinds of regretful voices were heard in the bar at the same time. One can imagine the mood of the fans. Once upon a time, they had not encountered such setbacks for a long time, but recently this situation has become more and more common.
"I don't think the Blues will have any good results without you. The Brazilian is a little stubborn." The bar seemed to understand clearly.
"Who knows, I also want to appear, but I don't have the chance." The prince took a sip of orange juice and said bitterly.
The two were speechless again and continued to watch the game.
Soon, the Roma team expanded the score again, and the scorer was Vucinic, who once again provoked the prince before the game and was considered his number one enemy in Serie A.
Brighi passed the ball to Vucinic at the top of the arc in the penalty area. The latter didn't wait to stop the ball and directly hit the goal. Cech was unable to make a save and saw the ball flying into the net.
The first half is not over yet and the Blues are already two goals behind.
The fans in the bar couldn't imagine what was happening in front of them.
"Jose, we can win, right?" The helpless fans cast their sights on the prince.
And what could the prince say? A man who could not appear could only shake his head bitterly.
