Everything will have to wait until Tom arrives from England.

At this moment, Heidward has to fight mentally against the upcoming warm-up match with Arsenal. Arsene Wenger stood under the arch of the players' tunnel, his suit and leather shoes looking particularly energetic, but the professor's hair has grown grayer over the years. "Hydeward," Wenger said, "will always pass. ”

Ward was stunned, and the professor had already patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

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Portsmouth suffered this big change, the news spread throughout English football, this Tuesday Aston Villa officially announced the new director of football, and the familiar professional manager of Portsmouth also brought gifts to Villa fans around the world, Vardy, Drinkwater and Mahrez, Villa manager McLeish could not hide his excitement at the press conference, praising the team's recruitment work, he said that he had already seen the performance of these three players last year, Vardy's speed and team fighting ability are impressive, Riyad Mahrez has a chance to be the best in the Premier League for the next three years, and Drinkwater has the ability to play for any big club.

It's no wonder that McLeish is like this, with the club selling key players year after year, how many players are available to Villa today? In the 09-10 season, the team that competed for the top four Villa has so far, in addition to Cuellar, Dunn, Collins, and Volnock, the Premier League-level backline is still well preserved, and only Benteke and Abonlaho have been counted in the midfield, but look at Abanglaho's increasingly fat body now, how many goals can he score in a season? Four or five? The only one to rely on is Bentek. Sensibile brought a timely rain, and at least Mahrez and Vardy can definitely solve Villa's stubborn problems on the wing.

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But what about Portsmouth's, Villa's problem solved? Ward doesn't know how much he has brought to the club with three players so far.

This game can be seen from the starting list of Portsmouth, the backline: Meunier, Marger, Rudiger, Mustafi and the retired Campbell, midfield: Mane, Kante, Freil, Collingham, the lone arrow Luis? Brent, goalkeeper Keylor Navas. On the bench, none of them were familiar faces, except for Pickford, who returned from loan, everyone else was promoted by the reserve team, Ward knew what they were called, what positions they played, and he really didn't know what to do.

Hydward didn't sleep all night last night, through the thick door early in the morning, but the players could still be heard talking. He listened to the voice every day, but when Sensibile got up and knew that it had come true, everything was different again, and the voices became unfamiliar and unheard of and kept coming, angry curses, shouts for help, and many people "plotting" betrayal. The players in the story never get scared before they fight, let alone kneel and beg for mercy.

So Ward got himself something to eat, freshly baked bread and milk for breakfast, some vegetables and chicken with the players at noon, and beef soup for dinner, knowing that fear hurts more than a sword, and that the fear of defeat will surely lose.

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Fear hurts more than the sword, and as the game progresses, Ward becomes more aware of this, Arsenal have lost Robin van Persie compared to last season, and Alexander Song is about to join Barcelona, but their desire to revenge Portsmouth has not faded, and the Gunners have taken the absolute initiative at the beginning of this warm-up game, controlling the transmission of the ball, ravaging Portsmouth's defence over and over again, while Portsmouth, which has a heavy attrition, seems to be sluggish and lacking in fighting spirit.

Ward was pacing from the sidelines, only to see Louis Brent drop back into midfield and play opposite Kirkland in midfield.

"Is there no one in Portsmouth? actually sent the old man and the boy who didn't have the same hair. Kirkland scolded, "You'd better get out of here."

Luiz resisted the Arsenal midfielder, taking advantage of the opponent's inattention to speed up and throw him away, and after a while the two faced each other again, "I'm Louis Brent, from now on, you'd better talk to me with respect." He said menacingly.

"Little bastard!" Kirkland took all his attention, the ball flew in, Brent lowered his center of gravity again, the pace at his feet was blindingly fast, Heidward only heard a "click", and the Arsenal midfielder, who tried too hard to chase back, fell to the field with a scream, and it took a lot of effort to get up from the potholed turf.

"By the standards of a striker, you're fast!" Arteta, who was watching the game from the sidelines, commented.

"You're too slow for a midfielder!" Louis replied.

"Kill this Portsmouthman, we have to score at least three goals!" Arteta commanded.

The Gunners players around him got serious, and Kirkran, who was being teased by Louis, got up and spat and looked murderous.

Louis Brent clenched his teeth, slid out of a stance, sideways to meet his enemies, and then slowly backed away. "John," he called, but never glanced at Collingham and never took his eyes off Arsenal's central midfield. "Step back and remember to pass the ball to me!"

Conlingham didn't want Brent to face a strong opponent alone, but he also knew what it was to do.

"That's it." Luiz said Arsenal's defenders had besieged him in midfield.

In the face of Arsenal's strong pressing, John handled the ball safely to Alli, and it was only after watching Luiz's posture that he realized that it was just a game to play with him in training together. The Gunners players pressed on him in three ways, and Arsenal captain Mikel Mikel. Arteta; French centre-back Koscielny; Prince Wilshere, with the crest of the gunslinger embroidered on their chests and arms, all of them are famous.

Louis received Ali's pass and dodged to the right without waiting for them to get close, John couldn't imagine that the speed of the man could be so fast, he put his arm around the first man, turned and pulled the ball to avoid the pounce of the second man, Louis made a small movement that caused the second man to pounce on the first man, and the two men fell together. The third person went directly to tackle the ball, Brent lowered his body, the ball seemed to stick to his feet, and it was picked up, which was originally a place besieged by the group, but at the moment it was a smooth road.

When John wanted to step forward to help, the Arsenal players in that area were either falling to the ground or struggling to get up, and he seemed to be able to see Arsene Wenger throwing water bottles in anger.

Louis regained his fighting stance, his teeth clenched, "Pass it to me!" John shouted, "Give it to me!" ”

His first lesson as a player was to see with his eyes and see the truth of everything, so he saw the Gunners players who were decorated with honors, those first-class players who were either geniuses or super geniuses with great skills. Luiz, on the other hand, only has him and his ball. "Biography!" John yelled again.

"Sail here!" Brent's proverb shouted out Portsmouth's motto. He didn't have any intention of passing, Arsenal defender Sania pressed up, Luis shook gracefully again, the ball at his feet was like a bolt of lightning, and it bounced back and forth between his legs six or seven times in just half a second, John was in place, Sagna continued to press, and his teammates who followed up assisted him, he dodged the first shot, broke through the second shot, and carried the third shot.

But in the fourth blow, he was put to the ground, and the grass clippings flew, but the ball still did not get out of control.

Everyone stared at this kid named Brent with almost crazy eyes, as if he was reminding his teammates, reminding the coach, and reminding everyone with his performance: Ann dares to bully my legion?!!