Chapter 46

After Jowan Xian took his seat, the entire room of journalists immediately fell silent, their fiery eyes fixed on him. Jowan Xian tapped the table with one hand and cleared his throat, saying, "I apologize for calling all of you here amidst your busy schedules, but I have a significant announcement to make!"

The journalists were already getting restless, their hearts pounding with excitement. They felt elated to have seized the opportunity to be present, knowing that Jowan Xian's news always had the potential to shake up the English football scene. At that moment, they could already imagine the newspapers selling like hotcakes in the coming days.

"During today's training, Kaka experienced some discomfort in his thigh and may miss the next match against Middlesbrough. However, it's not serious, and he will definitely return for the Champions League match against Porto."

Jowan Xian spoke in a very calm voice, but the dozens of journalists in the hall almost dropped their eyes to the ground: "That's it? Just this trivial matter?"

You're just toying with us, aren't you? For such a minor issue, you tricked all of us media people into coming to London? The Guardian reporter was particularly indignant and loudly said, "Mr. Jowan Xian, did you organize this emergency press conference just to announce that Kaka has a minor injury?"

Jowan Xian raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence, "What's the problem?"

The journalists were almost fuming with anger. What's the problem? There's a big problem! A reporter, suppressing his anger, asked in a deep voice, "Jowan, for such a small matter, you could have announced it at the pre-match press conference. Why did you call us all here? Isn't this just a way to toy with us?"

Jowan Xian shrugged, "As you all know, I've always said that I am the pinnacle of world football! To avoid bullying other coaches, I often announce the team's starting lineup one to two days before the match, giving the opposing coach ample time to make tactical adjustments. Unfortunately, after six rounds, no coach has been able to stop my team."

"Arrogant, this Jowan Xian is incredibly arrogant! Mourinho is called the Special One? This Jowan Xian can be called the Special God!" Many journalists were already showing bitter smiles, but they were helpless. So far, in the entire Premier League, Jowan Xian had been doing as he pleased. Perhaps only Wenger's unbeaten team could defeat Chelsea?

Jowan Xian continued, "Yesterday, in my column in The Times, I announced a starting lineup that included Kaka's name, but in reality, he cannot play. To ensure that Middlesbrough's manager, McClaren, can accurately arrange tactics against me and to treat all teams equally, I had to gather everyone here."

"Arrogant, extremely arrogant!" The Guardian reporter, looking at Jowan Xian's smug expression, turned pale with anger, his teeth grinding. He said resentfully, "Jowan, are you so confident that you can defeat Middlesbrough? You should know that Middlesbrough, under McClaren, is no pushover. Are you not afraid of losing at the Riverside Stadium?"

Jowan Xian shook his head in pain, "Do you know why I announce the starting lineup in advance? I hope that one team can defeat me! The taste of being unbeatable... is not pleasant..."

Jowan Xian's demeanor was so overbearing that even Chelsea's staff couldn't bear to watch, covering their faces and running out of the hall, wishing they could find a hole to hide in. However, Jowan Xian, with his thick skin, quite enjoyed the feeling of being both admired and hated.

When Middlesbrough's manager, McClaren, learned about Jowan Xian's press conference, his first reaction was not gratitude but humiliation! What do you, Jowan Xian, think of me? Am I just a stepping stone for your ascension? Humph! Others may fear you, but I do not!

On September 25 at 7:48 PM, the match between Middlesbrough and Chelsea officially began. Before the match, McClaren placed great importance on it. The coaching staff had meticulously analyzed Chelsea's tactics and formulated a comprehensive strategy.

McClaren's task for the players was simple: a draw is a victory!

However, reality is always more cruel than expectations. The constant inward cuts by left winger Wayne Rooney and right winger Joe Cole created wave after wave of attacks on Middlesbrough's defense. Even without Kaka's strong breakthroughs in midfield, Frank Lampard's playmaking kept Chelsea's midfield well-organized.

Under the endless expectations of Middlesbrough's players and McClaren, Jowan Xian's team led 3-0 at halftime, with Michael Owen scoring one goal and Wayne Rooney scoring two!

In that era, the "double D" configuration of Lampard and Gerrard was a thorn in England's side, with similar technical characteristics and overlapping positions. Many football legends believed that Lampard and Gerrard were not suitable to play together. Similarly, the pairing of Rooney and Owen as strikers faced similar issues. However, under Jowan Xian's guidance, England's double strikers finally played to their full potential!

Throughout the match, Jowan Xian's demeanor contrasted sharply with McClaren's. McClaren was restless, anxious, sweating, and helpless, while Jowan Xian was relaxed, smiling, chatting, and waving to the audience. Without even looking at the score, the difference in the two teams' capabilities was clear just by observing the two managers.

In the second half, Jowan Xian made three substitutions at the start, with Owen, Joe Cole, and Ashley Cole being replaced to prepare for the midweek Champions League match. Despite this, Chelsea, led by Rooney and Lampard, scored two more goals in the second half, with Gudjohnsen and Scott Parker, making the final score 5-0!

Another resounding victory.

On September 29, the UEFA Champions League resumed, with Chelsea hosting defending champions Porto. Despite a noticeable drop in energy, Chelsea won 3-1, with goals from Rooney, Kaka, and Ramos. After two rounds, Chelsea had 6 points, topping Group H.

The Premier League concluded in September with Chelsea winning all four matches, bringing their total league record to seven consecutive wins. The best player of September was Michael Owen, who scored 5 goals in four matches, and the best coach, without a doubt, was Jowan Xian, who retained the title, his reputation resonating throughout the English peninsula!

At the London Grand Hotel.

The hall was bustling with people, glasses clinking. At the hotel entrance, numerous dedicated journalists were stationed in various corners, on the steps, in the flower beds, and in the parking lot, holding high-powered cameras, their eyes darting around. As soon as someone approached, a flurry of flashbulbs would go off.

This was a grand banquet organized by Chelsea's owner, Roman Abramovich, to celebrate the team's dream-like performance over the past two months. In attendance were the club's executives, all players, and coaches. Of course, there were also many London dignitaries, celebrities, and their glamorous companions. Many players brought their partners, and Jowan Xian, with his competitive nature, naturally brought the sexy and charming Cheryl.

Cheryl was wearing a black low-cut lace dress with silver sequins, sparkling under the lights. Her seductive and alluring figure and charming smile left many men speechless. The moment she appeared, all the other women seemed to pale in comparison.

"Wow... Boss, you really got her?" Terry, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes wide as saucers, came over to Jowan Xian, swallowing hard in admiration.

"Keep your eyes to yourself!" Jowan Xian frowned, not caring about the formal and elegant setting, and kicked Terry in the buttocks, saying sternly, "This is Mrs. Master! For that lecherous look just now, run five extra laps tomorrow!"

Ramos, who was standing next to Terry, secretly rejoiced that he had been more cautious and hadn't rushed over like Terry. However, being a young man, he couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight of Cheryl.

"Ramos, you little brat, you're usually so close to Terry. Extra training for you too tomorrow!" Jowan Xian glared at Ramos, making him almost cry.

Cheryl affectionately held Jowan Xian's arm, whispering in his ear, "You're so domineering, it's just a few glances..."

"She's my woman, and others can't just look at her. Also, don't wear such revealing low-cut dresses in the future. This treasure is my private property, and no one else can see it!"

Cheryl pouted, a bit dissatisfied, and mumbled, "Rigid Eastern man, you don't know how to appreciate..."

In the Chelsea team, except for a few young players like Glen Johnson and Ramos who were still single, the others had girlfriends, but their appearances were not particularly impressive.

Suddenly, his gaze focused on Kaka. His girlfriend was an international model, but after searching for a while, he didn't see any woman by his side. He asked curiously, "Kaka, aren't you engaged? Where's your fiancée?"

Kaka smiled apologetically, "She's in Brazil helping her mother manage the company and can't get away."

Jowan Xian sighed regretfully, "That's a real pity. I haven't seen the two of you together yet."

Kaka smiled happily, "That's easy. I bought a villa in London, and she will come next week. How about... I invite you and Mrs. Master to have dinner at my place?"

"Sure, that would be great!"

Kaka was Jowan Xian's absolute loyalist, and the two had a relationship that was both mentor and friend. During training, Jowan Xian often "guided" Kaka, and his gratitude was evident.

"Wow, I've only seen him from a distance before. Now, up close, I realize how handsome Kaka really is!" Cheryl blinked, acting like a love-struck fan.

Jowan Xian turned her body away from him and secretly slapped her soft, smooth buttocks hard, glaring at her, "Nonsense! Am I not handsome?"

Cheryl's face turned slightly red, and she giggled, "Equally handsome, equally handsome! Hehe..."

Seeing Jowan Xian about to hit her again, she quickly darted away, winking at him playfully, and joined the group of wives for socializing.

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