Defeating The Blues, Advancing to the Champions League Final

Mourinho had been to Stamford Bridge many times and was intimately familiar with every blade of grass here.

Back then, he had spent several very happy years with The Blues.

Although he had later parted ways with Abramovich due to conflicting philosophies, he had never taken it out on Chelsea or their fans.

He still felt deeply attached to The Blues.

If they had not happened to meet, Mourinho actually had not wanted to return here as an opponent.

Because he did not want to see the heartbreak in the eyes of Stamford Bridge's fans after a Chelsea defeat.

"Stamford Bridge is a great place. All these Premier League stadiums are great places—every visit feels fresh!"

Compared to Mourinho's complicated feelings, Lin Feng regarded Stamford Bridge as a lucky ground.

It could not be helped. Ever since he had begun leading teams in the Champions League, his win rate against Premier League sides had been absurdly high.

Other than not facing that season's Champions League runners-up Arsenal during his first year at Inter Milan, he had won every other match.

Some said Premier League sides were difficult to beat at home, but for Lin Feng, it did not seem all that hard.

So far, the home grounds he had conquered included Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge, and Anfield.

Of the Premier League's Big Four, only Emirates Stadium remained.

Unfortunately, Arsenal had seemingly booked Barcelona for three years and Bayern Munich for five, and they never ran into Real Madrid, leaving him without a chance to visit Emirates Stadium.

Back at Stamford Bridge once more, Lin Feng felt in excellent form.

"Why do I feel like this stadium has so many mosquitoes?"

Cristiano Ronaldo draped an arm over Lin Feng's shoulder and said with a grin.

"Mosquitoes?"

Lin Feng looked puzzled.

Cristiano