Chapter 192: Huge Potential, Plenty of Questions—But Mourinho's Ready to Unleash a Youth Storm!
Roman Abramovich didn't give Leon the impression of being a typical billionaire football club owner.
He wasn't flashy or domineering—instead, he came across as a modest, kind middle-aged man in jeans, a checkered shirt, and sunglasses.
The moment Leon greeted Abramovich in fluent Russian at the airport, both the Chelsea owner and his assistant were stunned.
After some brief explanations and a few laughs, the atmosphere on the private jet quickly relaxed.
Abramovich didn't jump straight into tactical discussions or squad plans. Instead, he chatted with Leon about China, Russia, and their cultures.
And on that front, Abramovich found Leon to be the most relatable footballer he had ever spoken with.
The more they talked, the more intrigued Abramovich became. His assistant, watching from nearby, couldn't help but be surprised.
His usually polite and reserved boss almost never had this kind of casual heart-to-heart with players—not even with Chelsea veterans.
That only meant one thing:
Leon wasn't just another signing.
He was something more.
He was being treated as the future.
Meanwhile, as Leon and Abramovich flew toward London, reporters from across the UK had already rushed to the airport.
Inside Chelsea's closed training facility at Cobham, Mourinho stood on the sidelines with a rare smile, watching his players sweat through a brutal fitness session.
Even while catching their breath during breaks, Chelsea's young talents couldn't help but gossip about Leon.
After all, the noise Leon created this transfer window was deafening.
Everyone had seen the numbers—Chelsea paid over €80 million to beat Leon's buyout clause.
That wasn't just money. That was a message.
And no one in the squad believed that someone they paid €80 million for was coming here just to play a simple holding midfielder.
The entire youth core—those 90s-born players grinding away for a future at Chelsea—understood:
The team might soon be rebuilt around Leon.
For fringe players like Lukaku and De Bruyne, it didn't matter much.
They were still fighting to earn regular playing time.
But for players like Oscar and Hazard, who had already earned their spots last season, Leon's arrival brought mixed emotions.
On one hand, his presence would give the midfield much-needed defensive coverage, allowing the attacking midfielders more freedom.
But on the other hand…
What if Leon didn't play holding mid at all?
What if Mourinho retooled him into a ball-carrying No. 10?
That would affect Oscar's position, Hazard's touches, and everyone's tactical freedom.
A football team only had so many playmakers.
If someone new was going to dominate possession and pull strings, others would have to give ground.
Talk was easy. Everyone said they were team-first players.
But when it affected your own role, your own stats, your own bonuses… that was another story.
Mourinho could see it. The slight tension in Oscar and Hazard—he saw it all.
But he didn't confront them.
Let players work it out themselves.
Those who deserved the role would keep it.
Those who didn't… would have to step aside.
He trusted that once Leon hit the training pitch, his squad would figure out their own pecking order.
By day's end, after another hellish fitness session, the exhausted Chelsea players limped off to the recovery room for massages.
Meanwhile, the veteran players, still easing back from offseason rest, gathered around Essien as he told stories about his time in Madrid.
Naturally, any story that involved Leon got the most attention.
"I bet you guys anything," Essien said, smirking. "I'm not going to call Little Lion today, not a word.
But tomorrow? By noon? He'll be on the training pitch, running laps around all of you.
He's a training maniac.
And if he asks you to stay late and do extra drills—don't. Seriously. Don't say yes.
And if he says he'll treat you to dinner afterward?
Don't go. Just… don't."
Everyone laughed, but Essien wasn't kidding.
He remembered too well the time Leon and Ronaldo had "treated" him to a post-training meal:
Boiled vegetables. Roasted potatoes. Grilled chicken breast with sea salt.
It was like eating pain.
He'd rather eat his own boots.
John Terry, listening nearby, grew more intrigued.
He'd only heard about Leon through English media, who painted him as quiet, celibate, robotic.
But after listening to Essien's animated stories, he realized:
Leon was much more human than the media suggested.
Maybe they'd get along better than he expected.
Later that day, Leon arrived in London, and the world knew it.
Photos of his arrival spread across social media like wildfire.
Fans with welcome banners gathered near the airport—and not just Chelsea supporters.
Groups of Madrid loyalists and Asian fans also showed up in force.
Seeing the crush of photographers, the crowds, the excitement…
Online fans around the world began to reassess.
Looking at the scene, it was hard to deny:
Leon wasn't just a transfer. He was a superstar now.
Whether or not Leon had reached superstar level in terms of status or ability was up for debate, but his impact and influence? That was already at superstar standards.
And just like during his time in Madrid, Leon refused all interview requests during the offseason.
To London's media outlets, this was clearly a power move.
To them, this was Leon laying down the law on day one—just like his mentor, José Mourinho.
But what could they do? Leon was the center of the football world right now.
So, for the sake of views and headlines, London's journalists scrambled for ways to connect with him.
Still, none were worried. They figured it was only a matter of time.
Leon was new to the city. He'd need a place to live, a car to drive, a house to furnish, renovations to make...
Plenty of chances to make contact.
They had connections. Once he needed help, they'd slide in, offer assistance, and snag an exclusive interview in return.
But to their dismay, Leon had already delegated all of it to his personal assistant team upon arriving at his hotel.
He wanted no involvement.
Sure, most footballers at Leon's level liked to have a say in their lifestyle choices.
Not Leon.
He wasn't living with family. He had no partner. No one else to consider.
He gave his team four simple instructions:
The home must be close to Cobham training ground.It must have a good environment and plenty of greenery.It must be quiet, preferably a detached house.Hire the best security team. He didn't want to come home one day and find his bedroom broken into.
As for the car?
Even simpler: Comfortable to drive. Lots of space. Done.
So, the London press waited… and waited.
No house-hunting updates. No car dealership visits.
But a few die-hard Chelsea fans who happened to be lurking near Cobham got an unexpected surprise.
On the morning of July 20, a handful of supporters saw a club van roll up—and out stepped Leon, reporting to training early.
Even more shocking?
He told the driver to stop just outside the gate so he could get out and greet the fans personally, offering autographs.
Those lucky fans posted their selfies with Leon online immediately, and within hours, the photos were everywhere.
While the press still had nothing, Leon had already made his first impression—with the supporters.
Inside the training ground, Leon was about to make his second.
After a quick physical, Leon first met with Mourinho and fitness coach Rui Faria, followed by a greeting with new assistant coach Steve Holland and the rest of Chelsea's staff.
"Welcome to Chelsea, Leon!" Holland said, clapping him on the arm. "Have you been training lately? Your condition looks excellent."
He was genuinely surprised.
Leon had begun Madrid's preseason but had spent days negotiating his transfer.
Holland assumed he'd taken some time off.
But Leon looked better than ever.
Mourinho and Faria? Not surprised at all.
After the health checks, Leon took a brief tour of the Cobham facilities.
Then he turned to Mourinho.
"Where's the locker room? And the weights room?"
He hadn't trained at full intensity for two days.
His muscles were practically itching to get back to work.
Steve Holland was left speechless.
In all his years at Chelsea, he'd never seen a new signing walk in, skip the fluff, and immediately ask to train.
And this wasn't for show.
Leon was serious.
Mourinho told Holland to escort him to the locker room and weight room, while he and Faria headed to the office to finalize the day's session plan.
As they walked, Leon chatted warmly with Holland.
After watching Leon grind through an hour and a half of strength and conditioning—just his "warm-up" as he called it—Holland offered a gentle suggestion.
"Today we've got a full team session focused on fitness," he said. "If you've already done this much, I could tell José you'll just do a recovery workout instead?"
Leon shook his head.
"No worries, Coach. The boss already told me today's a fitness day. I've reviewed the session plan too.
This was just to make up for the missed time—I'm good."
Holland blinked.
Make up for missed time?
He was flabbergasted.
He'd helped design the current fitness sessions himself. And they were brutal.
And Leon wanted to add more?
He almost argued again—until he remembered Leon's ironman displays at Madrid.
Maybe this kid really was built different.
He watched in silence as Leon powered through the full set of resistance and cardio work, then escorted him back to the locker room.
By then, the place was already full of Chelsea players changing and chatting.
Some looked up.
Some smiled.
Some nodded.
Leon's arrival was no longer just rumor or headline.
He was here.
He was real.
And everyone knew the storm was about to begin.
The moment Steve Holland walked Leon into the dressing room, every Chelsea player fell silent.
All conversation stopped. All eyes turned toward the man they'd been talking about for days—the new teammate they'd heard everything about, but hadn't seen until now.
Leon, already seasoned by countless big stages with Real Madrid, didn't flinch under the attention. With a warm smile, he introduced himself, then went around greeting each player with a handshake or hug.
Maybe in the past, his memory of this group of Chelsea players was a bit hazy.
But standing face-to-face with them now, Leon quickly called out every name correctly and confidently.
Naturally, the gesture was well-received.
To Holland and the Chelsea squad, it was obvious Leon had done his homework before arriving—and that he genuinely wanted to connect with his new teammates.
After a few minutes of introductions, Leon finally reached Essien, and the two old friends exchanged a familiar high-five and hug.
After a round of banter, Holland gathered the group and led the full squad to the training pitch.
Before practice officially began, Leon stood at the front, reintroducing himself to the entire team and coaching staff.
From there, Mourinho had no intention of wasting time. He'd baked the real introductions into today's training session.
The Chelsea youngsters, who'd been getting run into the ground by Rui Faria's intense fitness program, spent just two hours in the morning realizing how absurd Leon's stamina was.
You can spot an elite player in training within minutes.
Leon's easy breathing and light-footed effort contrasted starkly with the others' wheezing and groaning.
Especially Hazard, who found himself barely able to finish the drills while Leon looked like he was enjoying it.
Yes—enjoying the training.
Hazard could only assume that Leon loved pain.
And it wasn't just him. Every Chelsea youngster came to the same conclusion:
Leon was on another level.
What they didn't know was that this "brutal" fitness routine from Rui Faria was actually a dialed-down version of Pintus's legendary program from Real Madrid.
The original had made players like Benzema throw up.
Leon? He not only endured it, but made it part of his regular training schedule.
Hazard and the others hadn't even tasted the real version yet—and they were already suffering.
Leon, of course, said nothing. He simply smiled.
He knew Mourinho would eventually roll out the full regimen.
When that day came, he'd sit back and enjoy the show.
After the morning session, Mourinho gave the players the best news of the day:
No more fitness drills this afternoon.
Instead, they'd run tactical drills followed by an intrasquad match.
For the youngsters, it was a huge relief—and their first real chance to show Mourinho what they could do with the ball.
Excitement buzzed through the team.
Lukaku and De Bruyne especially were fired up—eager to prove themselves in front of the manager.
But reality hit hard.
The energy was there. But the execution?
Chaotic. Disjointed. Everyone for themselves.
Everyone wanted the ball. Everyone wanted to shine.
But there's only one ball. Too many selfish runs, too many touches, too little coordination.
Hazard and Oscar had some chemistry from last season, and when paired up, their interplay showed glimpses of quality.
But in Mourinho's eyes?
Just barely passing.
In contrast, Leon, who was assigned to the senior squad for the scrimmage, adapted immediately.
His presence in midfield provided balance.
His sweeping coverage let Lampard, now transitioning into a deeper role, feel comfortable again.
And his surging runs and timely passes gave Torres something he hadn't seen in a while—clean service.
Leon's style was evolving. He was now more complete.
But he still didn't hog the ball.
He connected lines. He played both sides. He did the dirty work. And he never shot unless it was a sure thing.
In short?
Leon made everyone around him better.
He tracked back to protect the back line. He supported the defensive midfield. And when the time came, he linked play in the final third.
What veteran wouldn't want to play alongside a kid like that?
Mourinho wasn't surprised.
He expected this from Leon.
And the disorganized showing from the young players?
Also expected.
But now, after three years with Madrid's Castilla graduates, Mourinho had more patience than before.
These Chelsea kids weren't lacking talent.
What they lacked was game time, patience from the coaching staff, and the kind of guidance that turned promise into performance.
His experience with Madrid's young stars had taught him this.
So while Lukaku's constant drifting wide, or De Bruyne's risky passes, would have once driven him mad, now he just watched quietly.
He remembered Morata's inconsistent finishing, Jesé's lack of tactical discipline.
He could handle this.
Chelsea's young core was talented, but raw.
But now he had Leon anchoring the midfield.
And that gave Mourinho everything he needed.
He was ready.
Ready to unleash a youth storm in the Premier League.
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