England's Greatest

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The Next Day

The atmosphere in the Leicester City first-team meeting room was tense. Head coach Nigel Pearson stood at the front, flanked by his entire coaching staff, all of whom wore grim expressions. The team had pulled off a major feat in the last round of the FA Cup, knocking out Premier League side Stoke City. But their reward for that victory had just been revealed—and it was anything but favorable.

Their next opponent: Chelsea.

Not just any Premier League team, but Chelsea—one of the "Big Six," a footbalTristan giant with a roster full of stars and title ambitions. The room was filled with a palpable sense of frustration.

Of all the teams that advanced to the fourth round, there were plenty from League One and the Championship that Leicester could've drawn. The odds seemed stacked against them, as if fate had singled them out for a cruel test. Drawing Chelsea felt like the worst possible outcome, a stroke of bad luck that had cast a shadow over their ambitions.

Pearson could sense the unease among his staff. Faces that had lit up after the Stoke City triumph now looked far less optimistic. He shared their concerns—it was no secret that this FA Cup run could become a distraction from their main objective: securing promotion to the Premier League.

Some in the room even joked—half-seriously—that the FA official responsible for the draw must've forgotten to wash his hands after going to the toilet. The draw felt that unlucky.

The FA Cup, in the grand scheme of Leicester City's season, was seen by many as a bit of a distraction. Their real focus was on promotion to the Premier League, and the Cup run, while exciting, was far from a priority. It was a situation where it felt pointless to fully commit but too wasteful to simply give up.

Now, facing Chelsea in the next round, the challenge felt even more daunting. Even if Chelsea rotated their squad heavily, Leicester's chances of winning were slim at best.

Considering the punishing Championship schedule, Pearson and his coaching staff had already come to the conclusion that large-scale rotation was necessary for the FA Cup match. Winning would be fantastic, but no one would lose sleep over a defeat—not against a team like Chelsea.

Pearson stood before the staff and outlined the plan. "For this game, we'll go with a 4-2-3-1 formation. We'll build our attack around Tristan ," he began, his voice calm but assertive. "Tristan's passing ability is a massive weapon for us. We'll have him on corners and free kicks—let's use every set-piece opportunity we can get. Mahrez is in top form right now, so let's focus more on playing down the right and see how well Tristan can combine with him."

One of the assistant coaches leaned forward, frowning slightly. "Who are we putting up front as the striker?"

Pearson paused to consider the question, weighing the options before him. Leicester City's forward line was notably deep, presenting both a blessing and a dilemma. Alongside the regular starters, Jamie Vardy and David Nugent, there were several capable alternatives: Kevin Phillips, the 40-year-old veteran who once claimed the Premier League Golden Boot over a decade ago; Gary Taylor-Fletcher, a seasoned forward with years of experience in the lower leagues; Chris Wood, a robust center forward from New Zealand; and Tom Hope, a promising young striker recently promoted from the youth team.

While these players were more than capable of contributing off the bench in the Championship, starting any of them against a team like Chelsea felt like surrendering before the match even began. Pearson weighed his options carefully, knowing the significance of the moment.

After a moment of contemplation, he made his decision. "We'll go with tactic B and let Jamie take the lead as our striker," he announced confidently. "I want to see if he and Tristan can build a better connection playing together in that role. With Jamie's experience and Tristan's skill set, they might just surprise Chelsea."

Meanwhile, in Cobham, London...

The Chelsea coaching staff, led by Jose Mourinho, convened for a tactical meeting as they prepared for their upcoming FA Cup match. The atmosphere was decidedly more relaxed compared to the serious tone in Leicester's camp. Drawing a Championship team in the FA Cup was seen as a fortuitous break for Chelsea. Despite Leicester City currently sitting atop the Championship, the general sentiment was that they posed little threat—after all, they were Chelsea.

Seated at the head of the table in his familiar blue training suit, Mourinho perused the scouting report on Leicester City. The years had softened him; his once-black hair was now streaked with gray, a testament to his experience that included triumphs at clubs like Inter Milan and Real Madrid. He had returned to Chelsea at the behest of club owner Roman Abramovich, and he had not disappointed. Following a sluggish start to the season, Chelsea had hit their stride by December, riding a wave of strong performances, including a decisive 3-1 victory over Manchester United that kept them firmly in the title race.

Yet Mourinho was acutely aware of the challenges ahead. The depth of Chelsea's squad was becoming a pressing concern as they juggled the demanding schedules of the Premier League, Champions League, FA Cup, and League Cup. With several key players fatigued or sidelined due to injuries from the hectic Christmas period, he recognized that prioritizing competitions would be essential.

Leaning back in his chair, Mourinho made a swift decision. "For the FA Cup, we'll implement a full rotation."

While the prospect of competing on multiple fronts was enticing, he understood that the Premier League was the primary objective. The FA Cup and League Cup would provide valuable opportunities for substitutes and young players to gain crucial experience. If Chelsea were to advance to the semi-finals, he could reassess his strategy and consider fielding a stronger lineup.

Mourinho had never faced Leicester City during his current tenure, and despite their recent success in eliminating a Premier League side, he wasn't overly concerned. Yet, he was not one to underestimate any opponent.

Looking up from the scouting report, he gestured to his assistant, Jose Antonio Torero. "Antonio, let's begin."

Torero rose and moved to the computer, initiating a video presentation. The screen flickered to life, showcasing highlights from Leicester City's second-half performance against Stoke City in the FA Cup, followed by footage from their recent away victory against Leeds United.

As the video played, Torero paused to provide analysis. "In both matches, their number 22, Tristan Hale, came on as a substitute in the second half. When he entered, Leicester shifted from a 4-2-3-1 to a 4-2-2-1 formation."

"This 18-year-old is highly talented. His passing ability, in particular, is dangerous. In the FA Cup match and his two league appearances as a substitute, he has 3 goals and 3 assists. For what little time he had, the stats are amazing." 

"My analysis suggests that Leicester will likely start Tristan in the FA Cup match, positioning him as their tactical core. We need to keep a close eye on him."

Mourinho observed the footage intently, noting the young midfielder's vision, movement, and control of the game. A ripple of intrigue stirred within him.

To Mourinho, Tristan was not merely a promising young talent; he was reminiscent of some of the finest midfielders he had ever coached. As he considered players like Deco, Sneijder, and Mesut Özil, his admiration for Tristan deepened. The young midfielder's vision, passing precision, and intelligent off-the-ball movement were striking for someone so young. They were usually seen in older, world-class players. 

"Interesting," Mourinho murmured to himself, lost in thought. "He reminds me of a young Iniesta... perhaps even Zidane. This kid has something special."

It was rare for Mourinho to extend such high praise to young players, but he recognized talent when he encountered it. For a player emerging in England—a country often characterized by its physicality and intensity—Tristan possessed a creativity and elegance that was truly exceptional.

With that realization, Mourinho understood that Chelsea's second-string team could not afford to take this FA Cup match lightly. Regardless of Leicester City's status, he was now convinced of one undeniable truth: Tristan Hale was a player of immense potential.