Brent still felt a bit of pressure, the pace of the professional league was faster than that of the youth team, the confrontation was more intense, and the feet were more ruthless, but that was all. Singing and shouting poured out from the stands behind him, and the last thing he wanted to hear was that.

"Kid" Louis was jogging on the field when someone stopped him from behind.

Anthony who was keeping an eye on him? Gerald's body was in an explosive posture, like a falcon aiming at its prey. "This is your debut?" After a while, he continued: "I don't remember exactly, number 49, what is your name?" ”

"Yes, my first time on," Brent said, "my name is Steven?" Gerrard. ”

A cold light flashed across Anthony's face, "Don't pee your pants for a while!" ”

In the past, Louis would have shown who would pee his pants and prove it, but now he just smiled calmly, this is a professional game, and he will face a number of times more danger than the youth team, so he said, "Oh no, I'm your brother," he said.

"I'm not going to drag you from below when you're jumping to the top, just wait for your leg to break," Anthony threatened.

"Random," Louis began to run back, "you can't stop me." ”

When the game resumed, Brent was like a sharp arrow piercing his opponent's depth, if you want to damage the enemy, you have to stab the enemy with the tip of the sword, if you are fast enough to leave several holes in them, this is his philosophy of football. Don, the sharp-looking, mountain-like coach who likes to wear shabby cotton shirts, never wears shoes when playing football, and has a few strings of unintelligible Spanish tattooed on his arm, often says, "It's better to be fast than slow." "That's the mantra.

Heidward doesn't talk much, but it can be seen from his selection that the pursuit of starting speed and advancing speed and passing through midfield quickly has become Portsmouth's goal this season, and it is also a magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

So Brent developed the habit of never touching the ball twice if he could complete the task with one touch, and if he could complete the task with two touches, he would die and not a third time. Move fast, advance quickly, pass the ball quickly, and run through the blood, so he hates that Drinkwater always likes to keep the pace of the game under control, the chance of a fatal blow will not come often, and if he is hesitant to slow down the team's offensive speed in order to pass the ball, it will definitely make the team "slow to death" in an orderly manner. Brother Shui's control of the rhythm of the game is simply sparse, far less than John's thin body in the window.

Edward's recent substitution of Drinkwater seems to be proof of Luis's conjecture.

There's also a truth in football that you never run as fast as the ball, and Luis is full of criticism for his control of the tempo of Drinkwater's game, but he has to admit that he is the most visible man in the team, like Hawkeye, a beacon of navigation in the harbor.

A few minutes later, Portsmouth's attacking chances.

Drinkwater saw Louis at the top of the arc in a threatening position, and the opportunity was fleeting! If he plays to Brent, he can cut diagonally into the box with a little bit of pace, and if he still has some passing skills to Icardi or Mendy to sweep the edge for him to cross or cut inside.

Luis knew that his teammates had seen him, so he didn't stop and began to observe his opponent's position, ran back, left the threat zone to let the enemy let his guard down, and then was ready to kill at any moment.

Half a second later, Brent began to sprint towards the box, and he felt that there must be a ball leaping above his head.

After another half a second, the other person was already in place, but the ball did not arrive, "hesitate again!" Louis sighed to himself.

In the middle of the second, just as he was about to see if the linesman was blind and had not noticed his offside, Luiz heard the drumbeat of the fans' passes. The linesman didn't look at him either, as the ball was still back and forth in Portsmouth's own half.

After seven or eight seconds, someone fell to the ground, the ball went off the sideline and caused a dead ball, and again, there were countless garbage times on the court.

………………

Players drink water on the sidelines.

Luiz walked over and said, "Drinkwater, you should have given me the ball just now, it was going to be a very dangerous attack. ”

Kanter's swarthy face was only a fine bout of sweat, and there was not even a trace of sweat behind him, and he looked at the bold new teammate with a little curiosity, and his face turned red.

"There's a voice," Drinkwater said, and he deliberately looked back, left and right, but not forward, "Could it be that the football is talking to me?" Ali and Meunier, who had taken advantage of the dead ball, laughed as N'Golo Kante walked away calmly. Louis was unimpressed, "Front." ”

Drinkwater glanced forward, then pretended to notice: "Oh, it's our handsome boy Louis" He continued, "I beg your pardon, I didn't see you there." ”

Drinkwater obviously saw it, he could see it, but he just didn't want to pass it on, why did he pass it?

Seeing that Luis's face was not good-looking, "Why do you want to tell the coach?" Baby" with a smile on his face, he looked like he was teaching his little brother experience on the broadcast camera, and the narrator did say the same, looking peaceful, and Drinkwater continued: "Coaches don't like to see children cry. ”

Brent's blue eyes contained anger, but he did not choose to scold his team-mate like Antony did, and remained calm, and he felt that the other party looked like he was angry with Vardy.

"If you little guys from Pons really have the strength, how can you not even keep your homeland?" Drinkwater is still chattering rudely, making fun of the team's relegation in the first half of the year.

Louis remained silent as a shadow suddenly enveloped Drinkwater.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, Danny" the unshaven Margery stood there with a bottle of water, his face now like a steep cliff, gloomy as a ferocious wolf.

The two looked at each other, and Drinkwater shrugged, smiled and patted his teammate on the shoulder, and then left without any conflict.

…………….

"You've become a lot more reliable and mature, Margery." Brent stepped forward and gave his brother a hug, "I'd love to have a drink with you right now." ”

"It's a pity it's game time," the two said in unison.

Margery has a happy smile on his face and is a gift from God to play together after being promoted to the first team.

…………………

Louis only felt that the feeling of peace of mind in his back had returned to his body, and even the pace of kicking and running was much lighter, and he looked at Danny with deep meaning. Drinkwater, the other party responded with a vicious look.

He didn't think much of running forward, but this time, Brent was further back and closer to N'Golo Kante, and he had to shorten the distance between himself and the midfield.

In Portsmouth, Icardi and Sadio Mane have the ability to step up and kill the game at a certain moment, while N'Golo Kante can continue his influence throughout the game, and Luiz happens to have the ability to tell who is the real core of the team.

There was a clock directly above Fayton Park, ticking the clock, and at 9 minutes and 55 seconds, Louis took a deep breath and looked at Hydward, who was standing like a sculpture on the sidelines, like a gargoyle in fantasy.

Brent has 5 minutes left.