Chapter 333: Don't Tell Me Chelsea Really Wants to Play for Extra Time?
When it came to attritional football, Li Ang had more than enough credibility to speak on the subject.
Since following Mourinho from Real Madrid to Chelsea, not a season had gone by without participating in matches like this—grinding, calculating, relentless.
Whether through man-marking or sweeping coverage, his physical attributes allowed him to hold his own in midfield against any opponent.
Atlético might be renowned for their running and physical intensity, and they were certainly doing well in their challenges, but truth be told, the pressure they were putting on Li Ang didn't come close to what he experienced against that super Bayern squad of 2013.
Back then, Li Ang had to cover for Marcelo on the defensive end, mark Robben one-on-one, and regularly duel with Schweinsteiger and Martínez in the midfield trenches.
He had handled all that. No way was he going to get bottled up against Atlético.
Before Atlético had a chance to push their pressing line past midfield, Li Ang and Kroos had already seized complete control over the tempo in the center.
They dictated possession, managing the match with zero intent to force a breakthrough.
Chelsea's possession percentage steadily climbed.
Diego Costa and Raúl García tried to press, but their efforts barely disrupted Chelsea's control in their own half.
The two were full of energy, sure—but it was clear that unless Atlético committed more numbers forward, they simply didn't have enough leverage to truly contest the midfield.
Simeone hesitated. Then he gave in and signaled his players to step up and fight for the rhythm.
He could accept giving up early initiative—if Chelsea was going to press forward with aggression. But this?
Chelsea weren't even trying to attack. And if they were just going to sit on the ball, Atlético had to do something.
So, following the tactical signal, Atlético's four midfielders stepped up to press in unison, supported by the forwards.
In the 13th minute, Matić nearly coughed up possession under the combined pressure of Raúl García and Arda Turan.
He managed to scrape a pass back to the retreating Kroos, but the scare had Chelsea fans gasping.
With enough personnel committed, Atlético's press began to look very dangerous.
Li Ang saw the signs immediately. He dropped deeper, forming a staggered two-man pivot with Kroos.
Raúl García, still aggressive, tried to tag-team Li Ang with Diego Costa.
But Li Ang didn't shy away—he went straight into physical contact, shoulder-first, and coolly offloaded the ball wide to Bertrand.
Diego Costa saw it coming. He'd been here before.
Most midfielders would panic under that level of pressure. They'd fumble or misstep.
But not Li Ang.
Back in La Liga, if Pepe and Diego Costa were the most notorious troublemakers in their respective lines, Li Ang was the most feared enforcer in midfield.
Return to Real Madrid in 2011, and from that moment on, he never once backed down from a midfield battle.
Costa had clashed with him plenty over the years—he wasn't eager to go through that again.
As for Raúl García, one brutal shoulder check was enough to make him rethink his strategy. The stories of Li Ang dishing out elbows without picking up cards weren't just rumors.
He hesitated—and let it go.
Having stabilized the defense, Li Ang handed the main ball-circulation duties back to Kroos.
No flashy footwork. No fancy passes. Just hard-nosed leadership at the heart of Chelsea's backfield.
Mourinho sat back in his seat with confidence.
Chelsea fans watching at home could finally breathe easy.
Atlético supporters, on the other hand, were growing increasingly agitated.
Li Ang had shut them down before, back when he was at Madrid.
To be honest, Atlético fans hated him nearly as much as Barcelona fans did.
Now, two years later, he was still making their lives miserable.
When Chelsea weathered this wave of Atlético pressing, the groans from the red-and-white section grew louder.
"Should we commit the fullbacks? Maybe if Li Ang's not involved in the first wave of the counter, Godín and Gabi can shut it down."
That was the bold suggestion from Atlético's assistant coach.
Simeone looked across the pitch, noticing that Li Ang had hardly crossed midfield during Chelsea's phases of play.
He nodded.
This was the Champions League final—of course both managers were going to prioritize caution.
But within that framework, small tactical shifts were worth exploring.
Besides, Chelsea's low-block shape was now fully formed. Shifting out of that would take time.
Simeone figured they had a few minutes to push and see what came of it.
So, he signaled for the press to go deeper into Chelsea's territory.
Suddenly, the match livened up.
Neutral viewers at home leaned forward in their seats.
Finally, some action.
Even if Atlético got shut down, at least they were trying something. Better than the earlier stalemate.
But right as this wave of excitement built...
Li Ang saw Atlético commit numbers forward and didn't hesitate.
Kroos rolled the ball back to him—and Li Ang smashed it with a full swing, booting it clear into Atlético's half!
Zero hesitation. Not even a moment of doubt.
Gabi, who had just crossed midfield, turned and cursed under his breath as he sprinted back.
All he could do was watch as Courtois calmly collected the ball.
Atlético fans?
They couldn't even be mad anymore. They just laughed, bitterly.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"When they're not being pressed, they pass around. The moment we commit forward, they hoof it long? Come on!"
Who really had the stronger team?
Where was Chelsea's pride? Their dignity?
If Li Ang heard those comments, he would've answered without blinking:
"Yeah, we don't bother with that fluffy nonsense."
Maybe during the league season, Chelsea would care about playing with "big team" flair.
But this was the Champions League Final.
Mourinho's Chelsea wasn't here to impress. They were here to win.
Tactical surprises? They had none.
Everything else was just pragmatism and planning.
As Long as the Score Remains Even
As long as the score on the pitch remained even, Chelsea's game plan was to stay calm and composed, to challenge Atlético Madrid in a battle of attrition — a contest of who would make fewer mistakes.
When Atlético finally managed to seize control of possession and launched a full-on offensive against Chelsea, the Blues' players responded with an immense surge of defensive intensity on their home half.
While Atlético's attacking prowess might not rank among the elite in the top four European leagues, Chelsea showed them an overwhelming 200% of respect tonight.
Give Atlético space to calmly build up their offense?
Absolutely not.
Chelsea adopted the exact same defensive posture they had used in the Premier League against Manchester City — hard-nosed pressing, physical challenges, and smothering defense.
They were determined not to allow Atlético any room to breathe in Chelsea's defensive zone.
If Atlético wanted to pass the ball around in their own half, fine — let them have it.
But the moment they crossed the halfway line, they would have to play by Chelsea's rules.
Just as Manchester City had suffered under this stifling system throughout the season, Atlético's players were now beginning to taste the same medicine, and not in smaller doses either.
Under such intense physical confrontation, Atlético's more aggressive players began to snap. They started resorting to unorthodox tactics in duels against Chelsea's defenders.
Led by the two beast-like strikers, Raúl García and Diego Costa, Atlético's forwards began introducing borderline or outright illegal moves in their challenges.
On Chelsea's side, players like Matić and Terry were no strangers to rough play either.
Add to that a referee who was calling a loose game, allowing contact to continue — and it became clear the match was quickly teetering on the brink of a brawl before any actual footballing dominance was established.
It was in this moment of brewing chaos that Li Ang once again stepped up!
In the midst of the heated tension, he first shoved Raúl García away from Mascherano, who he was looking to provoke. Then, without hesitation, he squared up to Diego Costa, standing nose-to-nose in an all-out verbal showdown.
"Tell your teammates to stop messing with my brothers! And watch your damn tackles! This is the Champions League Final, not some second division junk match! You might not care about your reputation, but we sure as hell do!"
"Oh, don't start acting innocent! You lot threw the first dirty tackle! If you can't handle the heat, why don't you just walk off and admit defeat already? Stop whining like a bunch of kids!"
"Shut your damn mouth! If it's a fight you want, I'll give it to you. Right here, right now…"
The two men exchanged their eloquent insults fluently in Spanish.
But when Li Ang grabbed Costa by the arm, signaling he was ready to go right then and there, Costa instinctively yanked his arm back, hesitant to escalate things physically.
The referee was overwhelmed.
These were the top two teams in terms of fouls committed in the Champions League this season.
If they were to really start throwing punches tonight, he might as well say goodbye to officiating at top-level UEFA matches forever.
A piercing and rapid whistle cut through the air. The referee hurried over to separate the two, physically breaking up the standoff between Li Ang and Costa.
There was no way they would escape punishment. Both men were handed stern verbal warnings.
Meanwhile, Raúl García and Matić — who had been the other main participants in the rising hostilities — were also pulled aside and issued strict reminders.
Sure, the ref had allowed a loose-flowing match to preserve tempo, but that didn't mean he would tolerate all-out confrontation. Tension was allowed — brawls were not. That was his red line.
With the tempers somewhat cooled and the chaos dispersed, the match resumed.
But against Chelsea's ironclad defense, a now more cautious Atlético were clearly running out of ideas.
Had Griezmann been available, his long-range shots and ability to break lines individually could have made a difference in such situations.
But unfortunately, he was out injured.
Now the responsibility fell squarely on Arda Turan's shoulders — the undisputed core of Atlético's attack on the pitch.
Statistically, Turan may not have looked like an elite European attacker.
He wasn't fast — certainly not a traditional speedster you'd expect on the wings.
Though he'd been at Atlético for four years, it wasn't until last season that he posted his best La Liga numbers, with 9 goals and 6 assists during the 2013–14 campaign.
On paper, unimpressive.
But Turan's importance to Atlético couldn't be quantified by stats alone.
He may have lacked speed, but he was technically superb, a strong dribbler with a solid frame and exceptional game intelligence. He also had a unique ability to receive the ball with his back to goal and turn under pressure — a rare skill.
He was a master at connecting wide play with central buildup, and few players in the top four leagues could match his effectiveness in attacking the half-spaces.
Beyond that, Turan also carried the burden of pushing the ball forward from midfield — a vital task in Atlético's system.
Sure, Griezmann's numbers were flashier and earned more media attention.
But it was Turan who was the irreplaceable engine of Atlético's midfield and attack — the player Simeone trusted most.
Now, with more offensive responsibility placed on his shoulders, Turan had to find a way to crack Chelsea's wall.
The media and general public may have overlooked him, but Chelsea hadn't.
They had studied Atlético's attacking system in detail during their preparations.
Mourinho especially understood just how pivotal Turan was to Atlético's offensive machinery.
So once again, Li Ang was assigned the heavy-duty task of man-marking — this time, to shadow the deceptively average-looking Arda Turan.
In fact, Li Ang had recently watched several of Turan's match highlights to better understand his tendencies. He knew he couldn't allow Turan to carry the ball into Chelsea's defensive third.
Turan had an eye for killer passes and the ability to break lines with short bursts of acceleration.
The closer this type of player got to the box, the more dangerous they became.
Therefore, the key to neutralizing him was to push him out wide, deny him any chance to cut inside, and ideally pin him near the halfway line.
For Li Ang, that wasn't too difficult.
Facing a slower midfield opponent like Turan, Li Ang had a clear physical advantage.
Turan was strong for a winger — but only compared to other wingers. Against Li Ang's brute force, he didn't stand a chance in physical duels.
Mourinho's "ugly" but effective tactics made Simeone shake his head from the sidelines.
Turan, shackled on the right flank, eventually had to swap wings with Koke to look for new space.
But just as quickly, Li Ang switched positions with Kroos and reappeared in front of him again.
For Atlético fans, this was pure torture.
Their attacking system was effectively paralyzed. Long balls to Diego Costa were useless with Terry commanding the air.
The only silver lining was that Chelsea hadn't committed to a full-on offensive in the first half either.
They were still playing a controlled midfield game, seemingly waiting for something.
But as halftime approached and Chelsea still looked composed and immovable, many neutral fans couldn't help but wonder:
"Are Chelsea really planning to drag this all the way into extra time with a war of attrition?"
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