Chapter 194: A System? Leon Is the System, Offense and Defense Alike
When Chelsea and Paris Saint-Germain jointly announced Zlatan Ibrahimović's transfer, the Blues' players were still fast asleep in the early morning haze of Indianapolis.
(Author's note: previously written as Miami in error, now corrected.)
The grind of training, the long-haul flight, and the jet lag had left the players thoroughly drained upon arrival in the United States.
But finally, they'd gotten a solid night's rest.
Leon didn't wake up until a little after 9 a.m., stretching lazily as he emerged from bed.
There was no morning training today.
Mourinho had shifted their final pre-match session to after 2 p.m. in the afternoon.
So Leon wasn't in a rush to head to the nearby university training fields.
When transfer news notifications popped up on his phone, he couldn't help but smile.
He immediately called Zlatan.
"Hahaha! Little Lion, I told José you wouldn't be able to resist calling me first. I won that bet!"
Zlatan's voice rang with amusement.
Leon didn't mind the teasing. Grinning, he got straight to the point:
"So, are you coming to the U.S.? If yes, when?"
"Of course! Otherwise I'd lose precious time getting to know you lot. I'm flying out this afternoon. I'll be in New York waiting for your first game's result."
"No rush," Leon replied. "Just make it in time for the next match. We'll be playing against our old friends."
Leon's words made Zlatan laugh out loud again.
Chelsea's second opponent after facing Inter Milan was AC Milan — both former homes of Zlatan, and in Milan's case, Leon too.
With so many old friends on both sides, their reunion in America promised to be extra special.
After a quick chat, the call ended.
Back at Chelsea's hotel, as lunchtime approached, players began gathering in the dining hall — and conversation immediately turned to the Zlatan news.
Lukaku, however, sat in quiet turmoil.
On one hand, he was thrilled. Ibra was one of the greatest strikers in the world.
Training under him would be an education.
But on the other hand... he was worried.
He'd secretly been happy when Demba Ba and Torres were sidelined.
With no new striker signed, he thought his time had come.
After scoring 17 goals on loan at West Brom, his confidence had soared.
And who wouldn't be?
For a 19-year-old in the Premier League, that was an elite return.
So when he heard Zlatan was really coming?
Lukaku felt deeply conflicted.
But Mourinho didn't have time to manage Lukaku's emotions.
There were only twenty days until the Premier League opener — and Chelsea still lacked a proper right winger.
The coaching staff had exhausted themselves scouring options.
No one fit.
Mourinho's first choice had been Di María.
With Bale about to join Madrid, he figured Real would downgrade Di María's priority and open a window for Chelsea.
He even called Florentino Pérez himself.
Florentino green-lit the conversation.
Chelsea and Madrid held preliminary negotiations.
But then Ancelotti stepped in.
Having seen what Di María could do in midfield under Mourinho, he promised Di María a starting role — and the move died instantly.
With Di María out of reach, Mourinho pivoted to Reus and Robben.
Both were shot down immediately.
No matter Chelsea's money or prestige, they simply weren't available.
So now Mourinho was cornered.
No winger fit his tactical mold.
His only option? Tweak the system. Dig internally.
As players ate lunch, the coaches gathered in a side room to brainstorm.
"What about trying Oscar on the right? He's played in the Premier League already, and even if he can't open up the wing, at least he can shoot and pass from deeper runs."
"That's not what we're lacking. We've got enough late runners and passers. Eden can slice open defenses on the left. Leon can do everything else — through-balls, deep runs, even long shots."
"Then we need someone more balanced. A two-way winger."
"Exactly the kind of player we don't have right now. Unless… we let Leon try the right side?"
"No. That'd be a waste. Leon needs to be in the middle where he can control both ends. He is the system."
"Then let Ramires give it a go. We're experimenting anyway. We'll keep looking in the market."
As the discussion swirled, Mourinho sat quietly, rubbing his temples.
And then—
An unexpected idea surfaced in his mind.
A name they hadn't considered yet.
"Maybe it's time," he thought. "Maybe it's time to try something bold."
He tapped the table rhythmically, his thoughts finally beginning to click into place.
…
August 2, evening. Lucas Oil Stadium, Indianapolis.
Chelsea and Inter Milan lined up in the tunnel, exchanging friendly greetings ahead of their International Champions Cup opener.
Being a friendly, both sides fielded several young players.
For Chelsea, one surprise name in the starting XI left even his teammates confused:
Kevin De Bruyne.
The young Belgian still looked dazed.
Leon had been watching him all afternoon.
Since Mourinho announced the lineup, Kevin had looked shocked… then anxious… then excited.
Leon noticed it all.
And he knew—
This match could be De Bruyne's turning point.
While amused by what he saw, Leon couldn't help but feel a twinge of emotion.
Who would've thought that Kevin De Bruyne—who would one day become a serious contender for the title of best midfielder in the world at Manchester City—was now still surprised just to be starting a preseason friendly for Chelsea?
"Kevin, you remember the tactical instructions the coach gave you, right?"
Leon suddenly turned and asked.
The question snapped De Bruyne back to reality.
"Yeah, I remember... Link up with your runs, stay wide, look for passes behind the defense…"
Before he could finish, Leon gave him a satisfied pat on the shoulder.
"That kind of role shouldn't be hard for you, right?
Secure a starting spot first—then show the boss your full range of passing. Don't worry. I've got your back, Kevin."
Leon's calm reassurance hit De Bruyne harder than he expected.
He knew Leon was right. First, he had to prove he could fit the system. Only then would Mourinho trust him enough to shape the tactics around his strengths.
Tonight was the perfect starting point.
In contrast, Lukaku looked far more carefree.
Sure, he'd been stressed about Zlatan's arrival earlier that day, but now his face radiated nothing but joy.
The match kicked off at 8 p.m. local time, under roaring cheers from tens of thousands of locals and tourists.
Inter Milan started the game with a long-ball offensive test straight from kickoff, but Chelsea were steady, and it was Leon who won the first header on defense.
Chelsea lined up in a 4-2-3-1, as expected.
Starting XI:
GK: ČechLB: Ashley ColeCBs: Terry and David LuizRB: BertrandDouble pivot: Ramires and LampardCAM: LeonLW: HazardRW: De BruyneST: Lukaku
The only deviation from media predictions was De Bruyne starting over Oscar on the right wing.
Defensively, Chelsea's back line might have skewed a little older—excluding Luiz and Bertrand—but they had experience and grit.
And up front?
Chelsea's youth movement was in full swing.
Hazard (22), Leon (22), De Bruyne (22), and Lukaku (just turned 20) — an attacking quartet that practically screamed excitement and raw potential.
Add to that Leon's presence in midfield, and this friendly drew massive viewership from East Asia.
In China, it was 8 a.m.—a slightly odd but still favorable time slot for fans.
At first, seeing Leon in Chelsea blue felt strange for Chinese supporters.
But once they watched him controlling the midfield as the team's undisputed engine, that uneasiness transformed into pride and excitement.
Real Madrid fans back in China felt bittersweet.
Leon had never publicly explained his departure.
But as rumors swirled and his role at Chelsea became obvious, they began to understand.
It wasn't about betrayal.
It was about opportunity.
If Madrid couldn't offer him a central role in attack—how could they blame him for seeking it elsewhere?
With Cristiano on the team, there was no way Leon would get the tactical freedom he craved. Even if Ronaldo said all the right things, long-term coexistence would have been tough.
In the end, Madrid fans chose to be mature.
No hard feelings.
When Madrid wasn't playing, many of them began watching Chelsea, continuing to support their beloved "Little Lion."
Back on the field, Leon was showing exactly why he'd earned such loyalty.
Even though he no longer played as a holding midfielder, he still brought that defensive instinct to the No. 10 role.
He didn't face off against opposing strikers as often anymore—but now he went toe-to-toe with the creative engine of the opposing midfield.
With Mourinho giving him significant tactical freedom, Leon roamed freely across the center of the pitch.
Just five minutes into the match, he'd already stripped Guarín and Álvarez of the ball on separate occasions.
After the first interception, he quickly launched a long pass to Hazard on the left.
Hazard's dribble attempt was snuffed out by Cambiasso, and Inter countered quickly.
On the second interception—this time in tandem with Lampard—Leon carried the ball forward himself.
Compared to players like Di María or even Callejón, Hazard's tactical discipline was clearly lacking.
He clung to the ball too long, killing transitions.
Unless he broke that habit, Chelsea's counterattacks would keep stalling.
So this time, Leon shifted slightly right, drawing Inter's defense toward De Bruyne.
Then, in a brilliant feint, he ignored both De Bruyne and Hazard—and sent a perfect over-the-top ball to Lukaku, who had drifted wide left.
The Chelsea coaching staff saw nothing unusual.
After all, they'd seen in training how often Lukaku liked to pull wide.
But for the fans in the stands?
That pass-and-run combo from Leon and Lukaku was electric.
The crowd murmured with excitement.
You didn't need to understand tactics to feel it.
Leon didn't just play in a system.
He was the system.
Who would've thought that a young, black, and muscular center forward like Lukaku would suddenly drift wide and try to outrun a defender on the flank?
Leon's pass had been smart and perfectly timed.
The crowd couldn't help but respond with instinctive cheers and applause!
Inter's right center-back Campagnaro looked completely overwhelmed by Lukaku's bulldozing charge.
Put Lukaku in the middle, and sure—his positioning's questionable, his physicality inconsistent.
But what's that got to do with Lukaku out wide on the run?
When there's enough space, Lukaku's pace and power combination makes him terrifying.
He almost burst through Inter's defense and into the box.
In the end, Campagnaro and Ranocchia's double-team forced an error from him.
Hazard had been raising his hand for a pass so long his arm got tired, but he never got it.
Lukaku lost the ball over the byline.
Leon simply shook his head at the scene.
He didn't say anything. No need.
Honestly, he'd already set his expectations for Lukaku—both the good and the bad.
Right now, Leon didn't need Lukaku to win games. He just needed him to show that he could threaten Inter's defense from wide areas.
Objective: achieved.
He never expected Lukaku to single-handedly dismantle a three-center-back formation.
Leon caught Lukaku giving him a big thumbs-up from the end line and just smiled, motioning for his teammates to fall back quickly.
Chelsea fans were overjoyed watching Leon's performance.
That midfield sweeping power.
That command of transitions.
That long and short pass precision.
Let's just say — €81 million well spent.
A 22-year-old midfielder, commanding both ends of the pitch?
The fans couldn't get enough.
But Leon wasn't as pleased.
The flanks weren't moving fast enough. The striker wasn't drawing defenders to set up link play.
Before Zlatan arrived, Chelsea's attacking quartet couldn't replicate Real Madrid's playstyle.
So Leon made a decision:
If his teammates couldn't change, he would.
His time at Milan and the tactical insights from Allegri kicked in.
No, not the rigid "cross and pray" gameplan—
It was the midfield late run to make the decisive move.
In the 16th minute, the stale match finally shifted.
Inter's young striker Icardi, full of energy and fearlessness, tried to drop out of the box to receive a pass and turn upfield.
Big mistake.
Leon and Lampard pounced on him, stealing the ball with a sandwich tackle.
Icardi flopped onto the pitch, waving for a foul, but the referee was already trailing Leon's counterattack run.
Before Cambiasso could step up, Leon slipped the ball down the right side to De Bruyne, who had burst forward with him.
De Bruyne, who had barely shown anything up until now, suddenly looked calm and sharp.
He remembered the tactical lecture Mourinho gave him pre-match.
Normally, he hated being boxed into rigid tactical roles.
It felt like a cage. A vote of no-confidence in his creative vision.
A younger De Bruyne might've ignored instructions and played however he wanted.
But not tonight.
Leon's trust—and encouragement—kept him focused.
If Mourinho had asked him to support Lukaku or create space for Oscar, maybe he wouldn't have obeyed.
But helping Leon, who had backed him since day one?
That, he was happy to do.
De Bruyne pulled wide, drawing Inter's defenders toward him.
In his peripheral vision, he spotted Leon and Lukaku making synchronized runs into the box.
His instincts said: loft it in behind, go for the killer ball.
But he held back.
Not because he didn't trust his own pass.
But because he didn't trust Lukaku to reach it.
The guy looked like a classic poacher, but his positioning and timing in the box? Terrible.
So instead, De Bruyne played a sharp, grounded, curving pass just behind the line.
It sliced through Inter's shape. Even Cambiasso's lunge couldn't reach it.
Leon, arriving at the top of the D, didn't hesitate.
He took one touch to control, and another to storm into the penalty area.
Lukaku's wild run had at least dragged Ranocchia off his line.
Exactly what Leon wanted — Lukaku's "phantom pressure."
Leon drew his leg back and blasted it.
Straight down the middle.
Handanović, expecting a far-post effort, had already pushed off.
The moment he did, he realized something was wrong.
No angle. No curl. Just pure force.
"Damn reckless kid," he cursed in his head, watching helplessly as the ball smashed into the underside of the bar and bounced into the net.
The crossbar was still shaking as fans roared in celebration.
And on the sideline, Mourinho clapped with relief.
Control on defense. Precision on offense.
Right now, Leon wasn't part of the system.
Leon was the system.
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