Brent's side was silent for a while, and all three of them were used to his character.

Luis turned his gaze to Frell who was jogging: "Tighten your muscles, do your every move, and don't twist your head to the sidelines, Ward will see." ”

Confetti flew down like snowflakes from the stands, and the fans screamed and created the pre-game atmosphere, singing for the home team and booing the visitors, and the sound surrounded the stadium and was heard by the residents of the whole city. Despite the noise, Frell heard Brent's admonition, so he tensed his muscles and didn't turn his head to look for the coach.

Standing on the pitch, Hydward looked away from the four wolf cubs in Portsmouth for a while, his eyes pouring down on the players like knives, and the bloodshot eyeballs were like grapes in the summer. Unlike on this side of the pitch, the lean, dark-skinned Vardy smiled uncontrollably, showing great interest in everything on the field, grinning and smacking the back of the head at Ali, who was about to sprint, and Dele was caught off guard and annoyed.

"Bastard," Frell cursed in a low voice, only to his acquaintances, who didn't like Vardy, who had all the bad habits of a low-level player. "Still, it's very brave," but he made a relatively fair assessment. Freire was the eldest of the four, and though he was only a few months old, he grew tall and stout every day, inheriting his father's dark skin, black hair, and his mother's blue eyes, a typical Continental, strong and swift as well as Margery's lean, pale-complexioned, graceful and agile.

Hydward, who had a pocket in the far end, returned to the locker room, and Freire, who had relaxed, looked at his companions around him, "How's it going?" Who gets to the locker room first? ”

"It's a deal." Margery finished speaking, his legs exerted force, and he rushed forward quickly, Frell cursed twice and chased after him, Brent didn't go to the race, he didn't want to do such a childish thing, but he still sped up to keep up with the two in front of him, the two in front of him galloped along the 100-meter runway, Frell shouted and laughed, and Marger was concentrated. Campbell and Pierce shook their heads helplessly and smiled, they ran out of the youth of teenagers.

John, who had fallen to the back and didn't move at all, stared ahead, glancing at his mouth and not knowing what he was thinking, and the stadium fell silent again.

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"Draw near to them, catch them, defeat them! None of the finalists are underdogs, as we have done in the past, but we are just as strong and you are ready for anything! 'The captain was making the final pre-fight mobilisation, the players checked their gear one last time and hugged tightly, as did Brent, who was standing next to Icardi.

"Can you win?" Campbell asked, this time.

The crowd replied, "Of course."

"It's good that in the future the club will write an official autobiography and say: Portsmouth's rise began tonight!" Campbell's face flushed, and once again, a few words inspired everyone's blood, like a fire burning brightly.

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Cardiff City's dressing room, meanwhile, was less packed with blood than Portsmouth, with manager Nil Warnock repeatedly checking the starting XI to see if he was wrong.

Pompey's Legion replaced the main winger and the core of the team, and played a nobody who doesn't know what to call it, and this nobody has not made any appearances, this is his career debut, you must know that Portsmouth can obviously have Vardy or Hleb multiple options, and any one of them Neil will feel the pressure.

As always, Neil Warnock remains calm and talks tactics to his players, and he is not a tender newcomer in English football like Edward, who began his coaching career in 1980 and has led different clubs to promotion seven times, which is also very rare in the history of English football. Not only that, but he also led them to FA Cup and League Cup finals on four occasions, most recently in a penalty defeat to Liverpool at Cardiff City this year.

Of course, if football is only about the number of promotions, he can also be England's knight, instead of repeating his life for twenty or thirty years.

"Gerald," Neil exclaimed, Anthony. Steven Gerrard, Liverpool legend Steven. Gerrard's brother, "Keep your focus on Icardi, but watch out for that number 49." Neil deduced Louis from the photographs. Brent should be a speed-technical player and didn't let his defenders let their guard down.

Gerrard nodded, not paying much attention to it, because for the next five or six minutes, Neil was talking about Icardi, his technique, his marksmanship, his body, his sense of smell, etc., and obviously they listened more seriously to Portsmouth's number nine.

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It didn't take long for the Cardiff players to get a glimpse of the opposing style of football, with their three lines not particularly tight, stretched wide open, attacking and advancing quickly, while defending faster. Mane is always looking to work on the ribs, and Icardi has the skills to get the ball done, but he always kicks the ball far away and runs without the ball, but all eyes are not on them, but on the new face - Luiz. Brent.

On the other hand, Cardiff City's formation is more compact, the three lines are like a cage, as long as you get close to the 30-meter area to get the ball, you will face at least two people to scramble, but it is not the steel bus tactics of 631 to 640 to 730 to 820 and finally 10-0-0, they put in the offensive force is quite good, and the two sides play back and forth.

In the fourth minute, Drinkwater distributed the ball to Luiz's feet, and all eyes were on him, "good stop," the commentator said, "he turned around, he turned well, very chic", the commentator continued.

But Brent, who didn't seem to be very well prepared in the next second, was ended by Anthony with a clean tackle, and Louis blonde hair fluttered, staggered the ball and lost it, but at the same time dodged the confrontation.

Anthony slipped four or five meters on the ground, and when he got up, the grass clippings and dirt were stained with the red jersey, which is a medal for a warrior.

Louis glanced at him and smiled, like the summer sun, he was a knight not a warrior, blood was his medal, grass clippings and dirt were not. Brent walked towards the sideline to catch the ball boy tossed by the ball boy, and it seemed that the handsome guy was too attractive, and two female reporters who were helping on the sidelines threw a ball at the same time. He jogged to return the football, which provoked another wild shot from reporters.

"Damn, can you play football? Is it just a handsome one? Vardy deliberately muttered at Hydward and complained about the goal he had just conceded.

Ward didn't speak, but Freyr on the other side jumped out and hugged his classmates: "Shut up, little eyes!" Luiz is the best at playing in the youth team, you see! ”

"Huh"

Frell was thinking about a theory, but John next to him shook his hand before he stopped.

The wolves of Portsmouth's youth team have a long history of conflict with Vardy's crazy tiger, and his car that was driven away is an eternal pain in Vardy's heart.

Hydward watched the conflict between his players and said nothing, his eyes were intently watching the game.

In the words of the commentator: With a small mistake by Luis, the game finally began.