Icke, the team doctor, rushed into the stadium, and in a matter of seconds there were three or four bottles and cans at hand, and the end of the stadium was filled with smoke.

Margery was lying on the ground, his body curled up, his forehead and back covered with sweat, and his expression was extremely painful. Ike's hand pressed against the musculature of his back, "Here, how does it feel?" 'The first thing he has to do is to determine if it's a recurrence of an old injury, and if it is, it's not what the coach wants to see.

"It's a little numb."

"Really?" Ike's expression softened, he had seen too many people in the same position repeatedly injured, until they finally ran out of talent, fortunately, God forbid. He then touched several ligaments in Margery's left thigh, and with a little force, he heard a scream from Little Ma, which was really a bit too much.

The worse he screams, the better the situation. Having twisted his leg at 90° without feeling it, Ike made a substitution gesture to Hydeward, who was concerned about the injury on the sidelines, and stood up to start talking to the referee.

The referee quickly nodded in agreement, and the stretcher team on the sidelines began to enter the field. The stretcher team of the duo looked like just ordinary students from the surrounding middle schools, with no experience, and even under Ike's guidance, they cowered and didn't know what to do.

Full of anger, Louis, who ran over from afar, pushed the two students away, "I'm coming!" Roughly pushing them away, he crouched down to get Margery to his feet on the uninjured side, then put his arm around his own neck, Rudiger came over to help hold the other side, and the two men worked together to prepare to send Margery to the sidelines.

Margery opened his squinted eyes, grabbed Louis's shoulder with his hand slightly, felt the other party's suppressed anger, and suddenly smiled, as if it was not himself who was hurt, "Orangutan, Brent, I'll leave the rest to you, I'm a little tired." Compared to the last time he was in pain and helplessness, this time Magery had only calm.

He glanced at Mustafi, who was already standing in the substitution area waiting, smiled again, his mouth moved, and said, "Sail here!" ”。 Mousse was stunned, not understanding what Margery was saying, and looked at his teammates who were stumbling off the field suspiciously. He didn't understand, but Brent looked solemn and replied with the same "Sail here" before hugging and parting.

"That's Portsmouth's motto from the past, of course no one remembers it anymore," Luis explained as he brushed shoulders with him, and looking at Brent's determined and fierce eyes, Mustafi suddenly felt that this new teammate must be an impact on many people's main positions, and his coach put a catfish in a school of sardines.

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After directing the substitutions and tactics, Hydward walked over to relay his teammates, and helped Margery to the chair and sat down with Ike, "How's it going?" Ward asked, Margery with his eyes closed, but he knew, he was listening.

"It's not bad," the team doctor began to take the ice pack from the medical bag and start the ice, "It's not injured in the back, it should be a ligament injury, and when dribbling the ball, I was pushed from behind by the Cardiff City striker just now, and the specific ones will be judged after the examination." ”

"Damn it!" Ward was furious, too.

"So I can take an early vacation?" On the contrary, Margery, who had relieved the pain a little, looked at the players' tunnel and looked at the court, pretending to be relaxed. Hydward was silent and didn't answer, Ike smiled and said, "You really should have a good rest" He took out a stack of materials that had been prepared from his backpack and handed them to Hydward, "We studied Margery's body specifically" turned his head in the direction of Little Pony, "You are not an easily injured physique, but boy, you are not yet an adult, and your body is not well developed from the inside out, I don't deny that you are great, very good, but judging from my years of experience in practicing medicine, such a frequent and intensive schedule has caused a stress response in your body, This is reflected in the injuries. Although it was a malicious action just now, I think it was your legs that suddenly became weak and did not resist. ”

"You should have given it to me earlier!" Margaret nodded thoughtfully, and Hydward looked down at the documents carefully, and after a few glances, he understood that what Ike said was right, "Does it have any effect?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm...... Look at how to adjust, ensure rest and sleep, with diet, stress response after physical fatigue is still very common in the football field, for example, Messi has vomited in the game in the last two seasons, which is a relatively mild phenomenon, Margery, you are already more serious. There is an old Chinese saying: Raising seedlings is not a good thing after all. ”

Ward patted his disciple on the shoulder, very annoyed, "I made a mistake and let Haim go, he is a good defender. He didn't mention the second half of the sentence, letting go of Haiem, signing three more defenders, Rudiger also taking the Israeli position well, but Mustafi is not qualified and Campbell is too old. Margery has not been well rotated and would be an excellent option to play with Rudiger if Al Haim does not leave.

But at that time, Portsmouth had no choice at all. Just like only a pure Portsmouth person understands what 'sailing here' means to the club, it is a pure Pompey legionnaire, not about technique, this is mental will.

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The game restarted after Cardiff City's errant striker was sent off, causing the morale-high team to be beaten back to square one, but Portsmouth had no intention of letting them go.

Pompey's legion relied on the superiority of numbers to attack the enemy's penalty area in turn, and the momentum was higher and higher, and in just a few minutes, Luis's side had already collided with Anthony three or four times.

"Hey, I heard your teammate broke his leg?" Anthony. Gerald stuck his sturdy body in place, still teasing Louis, "Do you want to give it a try?" Brent didn't answer as before, he just dug his nails into the flesh of his palm, and hung his head unthinking.

"Do you want to punch me in the head, in my face, I know you want to, come on! I don't mind," Anthony had a wicked smile on his face, which was somewhat similar to Steven's, chattering and arguing as he confronted.

After a few more minutes, Luis glanced at the ball flying from the backcourt, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Do you know the difference between Steven Gerrard and Anthony Gerrard?" ”

"Huh?"

The ball was already flying close, and then Anthony didn't have time to think about jumping high to complete the battle, Brent stepped back half a step but deliberately didn't jump, "You have to take a good look at what I did for the win!" He said with a cold face, his cold tone piercing Anthony's ears. Luis leaned over and feigned unsteadiness with the impact of the jump from the opposite side, but then pulled the opponent's jersey with a very subtle and almost imperceptible force.

Gerald, who was in the air, suddenly felt that something was wrong, there was no support under his body, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity in the air, there was nothing for him to grasp, and the turf came at him at a frantic speed.

In the distance, Hydward and Neil both hung their heads and sang in the stands, still waiting for the goal.