On Christmas Day, the London Daily News published a very interesting story.

It's no secret that making a wish to Santa Claus would be easy to achieve today, at least that's what the UEFA folks think.

And last night, on Christmas Eve, the London Journal managed to "intercept" several "wish-making" letters.

The first letter came from Chelsea manager Razorly.

"Dear Santa Claus: Maybe I should call you Mr. Roman!"

"This year it seems like Christmas every day for me, and even my friends say I have too many toys!"

"Of course, if you're content with just 11 starters and five substitutes, then Columbus doesn't have much ambition to discover the New World."

"I hope the higher the restrictions on winter transfers, the better, so that no one else can buy new toys. That way I'll have a new formation every day and plenty of time to fix the other toys. ”

'Also, I want Eriksen to be sent to the Euros.'

"So he won't be staring at Stamford Bridge all the time, I don't want him to take all my toys or get better toys than I am!"

The second is from Vieri.

"Dear Santa Claus, my good friend Crespo went to London this year and now I feel lonely."

"I thought Italy would have a lot of friends, but I don't know if they still like me."

"I have moved many times, Bologna, Turin, Pisa, Bergamo, Madrid, Rome, Milan..."

"My wish is to win the Scudetto this year, so that everyone can be friends with me again."

"Also, if you don't fulfill my wishes, can you get your Russian friends to take me to London?"

The third is from Mutu.

"Dear Santa, my lover is lost, can you help me find her?"

"I love her, she has always been the most loyal and never betrayed! Wherever I wanted her to go, she went. What's more, she never demanded anything material from me like everyone else. ”

"When I was a child, I would sleep with her every day, but now, she doesn't know who she's falling in love with."

"I haven't seen her in eleven games and I'm not sure what I'll be like when I see her again."

"If Santa can give me a message, ask her to wait for me in the goal and I'll pick her out of the net."

The fourth came from Frank Lampard.

"Dear Santa, I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I have two friends, but they both need my help lately. I'm just one and don't know what to do. ”

"First of all, my friend in front of me, to whom I often give my best things."

"But no matter how much I give him, he will lose like a gambler, and sometimes even I have to help them pay off their debts."

"And then there's my friend behind me, who might be a little older, always absent-minded and half-hearted."

One moment he'll say, "I'm slipping," and the next he'll say he thought someone else would do it for him. But no matter how many times I helped him, he would yell at me like he had done before, asking me why I hadn't come back to him in time — like he had Alzheimer's disease. ”

"Hopefully, Santa Claus can help my friends in front of me to be down-to-earth and help my friends in the back get back young."

Each letter is accompanied by a Q version of the protagonist's comic, with Larley's request and Lampard's helplessness on full display. As for Santa Claus, he was painted in the image of Abu.

This 'good-natured joke' is a good illustration of the current state of affairs at Chelsea. Together with the fans' cries for Tang Wu, Chelsea's Christmas wishes were exhausted.

On Boxing Day, when shops large and small were on sale, all the Blues gathered at the training ground.

For players who have just been defeated, there is no such thing as a "holiday".

"What's wrong with the old man? What's crazy lately? With a grim face, after giving the training order, he returned to the office for a meeting with the papers.

"You don't know? On Christmas Eve, we lost badly! The media and fans pointed at our noses and scolded us, who will be in a good mood? ”

"Suck~" Mutu sniffled, the low temperature weather made him chill a little. ”

"On Christmas Eve? I thought I had a great day! Tang Wu tilted his head and recalled, watching the game that morning, going shopping and having fun by Zhou at noon, and accompanying Nangong to record in the afternoon, it was indeed quite fulfilling. Of course, except that Zhou Hao Hao gave himself a problem...

"Fake, where did you kid go? What did you do that night? Seeing Tang Wu's relaxed expression, Mu Tu hated it so much that his teeth itched.

"Don't you know what you did? Alexandre Dumas! Tang Wu glanced at the other party with disdain.

When Tang Wu returned home that night, he was just in time for Mutu, who was dressed neatly, and disappeared into the night.

"Don't mention it!" Mutu waved his hand, "Brother, I'm feeling a lot of pressure. ”

Tang Wu frowned, and Mu Tu would say "a lot of pressure", which means that he has indeed encountered difficulties.

After the Blues' defeat, fans poured all their anger on veteran Desailly at the back and Mutu who failed to score a lot.

After that, there was no solid defense; Before, there was no sharp attack.

How else can such a team win?

Today's meeting may be aimed at the main players and starters.

Although Lajli has repeatedly emphasized his "rotation system", everyone knows that Veron is not unavailable because of injury.

Even Veron, let alone the others!

"What the hell is going on? Is it the reason why the foot injury is not healed? Tang Wu said with concern.

"No, my feet are already sharp." Mutu sighed, "It's a matter of the goal. ”

"The goal? What is the goal? Tang Wu said curiously.

"You know, I've not scored in 11 games in a row. I made a promise to Rayla that I would add one more for each more record. You know, ten times is already my limit. Oh, my God! The thought of having to brace yourself and go in again is terrible, oh, it's scary to think about! ”

Ten times? Eleven times? Tang Wu's head was a little messy.

Seeing Mu Tu's depressed horse face again, Tang Wu suddenly realized: "Fake! Get away from me! ”

"Hey! Don, are you going to leave me too? Don, Don? ”

Looking at Tang Wu, who ran towards Lampard with the ball, the Romanian striker shook his head, "Why don't you look for that old-fashioned Englishman, I can shoot far and accurately!" ”

In order to strengthen his ability to defend set-pieces, Tang Wu specially asked Frank Lampard to be a sparring partner.

While Frank Lampard prefers to volley violently with his right foot, his curling ball is not comparable to the average player.

In the evening, Rajli called his players to the sidelines to announce their starting line-up for the next game against Portsmouth.

"Goalkeeper: Sullivan."

Tang Wu had just returned from injury, and in order to protect Tang Wu, Lapinli only arranged a substitute position for Tang Wu.

"Defenders: Melchiott, Terry, Gala, Bridge."

After reading the starting players of the defenders, everyone subconsciously looked at the old captain Desailly.

Desailly has already started two games in a row, and it is time for him to rest according to Laselli's rotation. But everyone knows that after this rotation, it will be difficult for the old captain to play again.

"Forward: Gudjohnsen... Mutu! ”

"Yay!" Mutu clenched his fists secretly, apparently not completely abandoned.

"Okay, I would like to invite Mr. Roman to address you."

After announcing the starting line-up, Abu unexpectedly appeared on the pitch and stood in front of the players.

In the face of the club's owner and God of Wealth, the players are born with a fear of it, after all, this is their own "BOSS"!

Coupled with the fact that the young Russian billionaire always had a smile on his face when facing the camera in the last game, the players felt even more sorry for the boss to play such a score.

"Good evening, Eribatti. I know what's on your mind right now, don't worry, I won't delay you too much. ”

'Football matches are won and lost, and I knew that before I paid for Chelsea.

"So you don't have to dwell on the things that have passed, I don't care, what do you always want to do?"

'As a Chelsea owner, I can tell you for sure. I will always be united with you. ”

"Deal with the enemy, and I will crush them in my own way. So, I hope you can do the same. ”

After speaking, Abu said goodbye to everyone in a round of applause.

Joe Cole, looking disappointed, leaned into Lampard's ear and whispered: "Frank! I think I'm going to have new teammates this winter! ”