October 3.
Arsenal and Chelsea's first clash of the season had arrived.
At the pre-match press conference, Wenger and Ancelotti both began trading barbs.
"We were last season's Premier League champions. And what about Arsenal?"
"Since 2004, they haven't won another league title."
"That shows that this Arsenal side isn't capable of winning the league."
"I have a great deal of respect for Arsène. He's a truly top-class manager, but what I'm saying is also a fact."
Ancelotti, who was known as a genuinely nice guy, had made an uncharacteristic opening attack on Arsenal.
But since every word he'd said was true, the Fleet Street reporters nodded in agreement.
"Carlo, what do you think of Li Yufei? In an interview last month, he said he had the Premier League Golden Boot this season in the bag."
Ancelotti smiled faintly at the question, but didn't give the reporter a direct answer.
"The lad is excellent. Anyone who knows football understands that an under-eighteen scoring a four-goal haul in the UEFA Champions League and eleven goals in five league matches is an unprecedented start to a career."
"Of course, my players and I will be giving him an unforgettable lesson in this match. I hope he enjoys it."
Ancelotti said nothing about the Premier League Golden Boot.
Given the current situation, Li Yufei would win this season's Premier League Golden Boot barring any surprises.
The reason was simple: the Beast, Drogba, and the Elegant One, Berbatov, who were tied for second in the league scoring charts, had only four goals each.
And Li Yufei?
Eleven goals!
The gap was simply too large. Ancelotti didn't want to lie through his teeth, but he couldn't admit it outright, either.
Otherwise, it would be a blow to the players in his own squad who were