MANCHESTER, England — On the sideline, in the pouring rain, Antonio Conte did not look much like a manager who supposedly no longer cares, who has apparently long since accepted that his time at Chelsea is nearly over. He shouted and he bawled, at his players and at the officials, at the situation and at the gods. If it is an act, it is a good one.
On the field, meanwhile, Chelsea’s players did not look as if they were harboring dark thoughts of rebellion. They might have struggled to lay a glove on Manchester City; they might have slipped, without much of a whimper, to a dour 1-0 defeat, but they made for strange revolutionaries.