Starting as a Defensive Midfielder at Real Madrid

This time, Li Ang didn’t arrange to meet up with Müller or Kroos for a pre-match reunion.

There would be time for that after the match—grab dinner, catch up, talk football. No problem.

But the atmosphere before this game was far too tense—for both Bayern and Chelsea.

Bayern were determined to complete their revenge arc this season.

Ideally, they’d make it to the final and face Real Madrid one more time—taking the Champions League title from the very team that had denied them their dream.

Chelsea, meanwhile, were in the midst of their meteoric rise. They didn’t feel tired at all—they had more to give.

Having already conquered Barcelona, the younger Chelsea players had found their confidence.

Even though they were clearly the underdogs against Bayern, most of the squad felt more excited than nervous.

Li Ang was pleased with that mindset.

But some opponents… you had to play them yourself to understand how strong they really were.

This Chelsea team, despite their success, hadn’t yet been through enough wars.

Li Ang only hoped that when the going got tough—when they were outplayed and on the back foot—his younger teammates would still hold their ground, stay composed, and keep fighting.

The veterans’ experience mattered, of course.

But the ceiling of this Chelsea team would ultimately be defined by Li Ang and his generation.

Mourinho’s concerns weren’t so different.

But during prep week, he’d already told the young players more than enough times to ”stay calm” and ”withstand the pressure.”

Now, just before the game, repeating those clichés wouldn’t help anymore.

At some point, the young players would need to feel the pressure themselves.

To experience the oppressive weight of a European superclub bearing down on them.

Chelsea’s youth were lucky.

They had veteran guidance. Mourinho’s tactical structure wasn’t likely to break down.

Making it to the Champions League semifinals—even if they didn’t go further—meant they’d already gained invaluable experience.

Mourinho, too, had matured.

In the past, he might’ve bristled at the idea of ”using the Champions League semifinals as a learning opportunity.”

Now? He’d accepted it.

He wouldn’t try any radical tactical experiments.

His players would give everything on the pitch, and he’d do his best from the sideline to ensure Chelsea didn’t fall behind Bayern tactically.

But deep down, Mourinho had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility of defeat.

This wasn’t about fear or weakness.

Just like Li Ang, he was simply being cautious.

Their understanding of Bayern Munich came not just from cold, clinical video analysis…

They had fought them.

They had battled them.

Mourinho had set up traps before. Heynckes had stepped on them and learned.

Two straight defeats to Real Madrid in the Champions League had made this Bayern side more mature, more resilient.

Mourinho had long praised Bayern’s tactical structure and team-building.

If there was a difference between Mourinho’s Real Madrid and Heynckes’ Bayern?

It was probably the fact that Mourinho had Cristiano Ronaldo in attack—capable of singlehandedly flipping the match—and Li Ang in midfield, capable of shutting Bayern’s engine room down with sheer defensive mastery.

In both of Madrid’s Champions League triumphs over Bayern, Li Ang and Ronaldo had been crucial.

And back then, Madrid’s squad was stacked top to bottom with world-class talent.

The perfect fusion of individual brilliance and collective cohesion—that’s what it took to topple Bayern.

Now? Madrid no longer had Li Ang.

Their midfield defense had dropped from Europe’s best to bottom-tier among the elite.

The firepower was still there.

But without midfield grit, facing Bayern meant too many variables.

Chelsea, with Li Ang, now could match Bayern for midfield physicality.

Li Ang and Matić, as a defensive double pivot, might even edge Schweinsteiger and Javi Martínez in pure defensive ability.

But Lampard could no longer support Chelsea’s midfield offense the way he used to.

And that created an awkward dilemma.

Chelsea could assemble a midfield to match Bayern defensively—but not without sacrificing their own attacking engine.

If Li Ang dropped deep, their offense would lose its rhythm.

Mourinho knew how important defensive solidity was.

But it was the first leg—at home.

If they gave up the initiative here, they’d be pinned back all game.

Getting smothered at Stamford Bridge wasn’t an option.

If you give up the ball at home, how are you going to survive the second leg away?

So no matter what, Chelsea had to fight for the initiative tonight.

If they still wanted to win.

Li Ang couldn’t dedicate all his energy to defense.

Just like against Barcelona—it was fine to defend, but only after scoring first.

As for the obvious problem—Chelsea relying too much on Li Ang for both offense and defense?

Mourinho had no choice but to wait until summer to fix it in the transfer window.

This Champions League showdown with Bayern?

Matić and Lampard had to deliver on defense.

If they didn’t, Lampard’s days as a starter were numbered…

April 23rd, evening.

The second Champions League semifinal kicked off right on time at Stamford Bridge.

Both Chelsea and Bayern started with a 4-2-3-1.

And from the first whistle, the battle for midfield supremacy was fierce.

Li Ang looked across the pitch—and there they were.

Müller, Javi Martínez, Schweinsteiger. Old friends. Old foes.

He wasn’t afraid of them.

But even Li Ang couldn’t ignore the fact that he was fighting three of them by himself.

No Essien.

No Modrić.

No Matuidi.

Just Lampard—who, sadly, no longer had the legs.

Against Paris or Barcelona, Lampard had held up just fine.

But now, against Bayern? It was clear—Li Ang was alone in midfield combat.

Lampard just couldn’t keep up with the pace or intensity.

Matić was still rock solid—but he had to sit deep, acting as the last line of midfield defense.

He couldn’t risk getting caught out of position.

Li Ang quickly came to taste the bitter reality of isolation.

Bayern felt like a carbon copy of Real Madrid from two seasons ago.

Even ignoring the talent gap, the Bavarians could wear you down with just their relentless running and nonstop midfield pressing.

It was a tactic Li Ang knew all too well.

Mourinho had once borrowed heavily from Heynckes’ system, refining Real Madrid’s wing-focused attacks.

But Heynckes hadn’t stood still—he kept evolving.

Bayern under Heynckes had always emphasized physical fitness.

But after watching Madrid succeed, the German coach doubled down on it.

The result? This Bayern side ran like a track team—insane stamina, insane pressure.

Not even 20 minutes into the match, and countless fans watching from home were already starting to pity Chelsea.

Forget technical finesse—for anyone not named Li Ang, Chelsea simply couldn’t run with Bayern.

And for the first time, Li Ang began to regret the butterfly effect he had set in motion.

”Guardiola really had to go to City, huh? This Heynckes Bayern is pure madness. Mandzukic and Robben chasing the ball all over the pitch... Is this Klopp’s Liverpool in disguise?”

He missed the Bayern of his memories.

The Schweinsteiger–Lahm–Kroos midfield trio… now that was manageable.

He could bust through them with a quick burst.

And hey, maybe give their captain a proper physical welcome.

But this current Bayern?

That Schweinsteiger-Martínez double pivot was hell.

Li Ang felt zero appetite for dealing with it.

If he had some help to drag Bayern’s defense around, maybe he could handle it.

Martínez’s lack of speed was a possible weakness.

But Lampard?

He was already getting torched by Thomas Müller’s movement.

There was no help coming from him.

Left with no other choice, Li Ang signaled to Hazard and De Bruyne to drop deeper and help him construct attacks.

Ibrahimović was never going to track back to the halfway line like Mandzukic.

With the support gap growing, Li Ang’s ability to control the middle shrank more and more.

But really, this wasn’t the veterans’ fault.

The problem was Bayern had been forged by playing against Real Madrid.

Their tactics were too far ahead of the curve.

Total team pressing. Lightning counterattacks.

Only Bayern could do this at the elite level right now.

Others would catch up in a few years—but for now, Bayern were alone at the top.

Li Ang saw Hazard and De Bruyne fighting hard.

He knew Lampard was doing his best to limit Müller.

But the initiative was clearly slipping from Chelsea’s grasp.

The match was unfolding in a way that neither he nor Mourinho had hoped.

At this rate, forget taking the lead—if Chelsea tried to go blow-for-blow with Bayern, it would end in a disaster.

And don’t forget: David Luiz was still on the pitch. The ”loose cannon.”

If he had one of those moments again, Terry and Čech would be left wondering why they even bothered.

Li Ang had no idea what Mourinho’s next tactical move would be.

But he knew his.

He switched positions with Lampard, dropping into defensive midfield.

There would be no more focus on transitions or counterattacks.

He just wanted to help Chelsea stabilize the defense.

Lampard, now freed from direct marking duties, visibly relaxed.

Müller, seeing Li Ang across from him, pulled a face and started drifting away to avoid him.

Mourinho, watching this unfold from the touchline, just sighed.

”Expected… all of it expected.”

Assistant coach Holland opened his mouth but had nothing to add.

The situation was crystal clear—even to casual fans.

Chelsea’s attack was fine.

Whenever they had the ball, they could threaten Bayern’s backline.

But they couldn’t get the ball.

With Li Ang up the pitch, Lampard couldn’t support him.

Couldn’t press, couldn’t create.

Now that Li Ang had dropped back, their entire midfield engine had vanished.

Li Ang couldn’t break through Bayern’s double pivot.

And Lampard, let’s be honest, could only stand and watch.

The midfield trio that had dominated the Premier League was now utterly overwhelmed.

If time could turn back—if not to Lampard’s prime, then at least two years ago…

At 34, he could still hang with this level.

But now, approaching 36?

This was the end.

It was a hard truth. But everyone saw it.

Even Lampard knew.

Subbed off before halftime for Ramires, he was visibly dejected.

But that’s professional football.

And this is the Champions League—a merciless arena.

Bayern opened the second half with a goal.

Chelsea simply lacked the mobility to contain them forever.

Mandzukic dragged both Terry and David Luiz wide, just long enough to redirect Ribéry’s cross to the far post.

Terry turned, but it was too late.

Müller swept the ball into the bottom corner.

Vintage Bayern.

With the balance broken, Chelsea were forced to push forward.

It was all or nothing now.

But Ramires couldn’t hold down the midfield either.

In the 76th minute, Ribéry blew past him cleanly, cut into the box, and curled a shot into the net.

2–0. Game over.

And yet, Chelsea never gave up.

In stoppage time, Li Ang beat Martínez and an inverted Lahm, cutting into the box—

Only to be dragged down by Boateng in a textbook tactical foul.

With Lampard and Ibrahimović already subbed off, Li Ang was Chelsea’s designated penalty taker.

Neuer knew his style.

He dived early—anticipating a far corner strike.

But Li Ang smashed it straight down the middle.

Neuer couldn’t recover.

Goal.

2–1. A lifeline.

But Bayern left Stamford Bridge with two away goals and the win.

Mourinho had no complaints.

He knew exactly where Chelsea had fallen short.

After the match, he went straight to Abramovich.

This was Chelsea’s ceiling.

If they truly wanted to challenge for the Champions League within three years,

they’d need to spend.

Midfield. Defense.

Chelsea still needed major reinforcements.

Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon.

Read 40 Chapters In Advance: /johanssen10