As usual, the team departed from the Small Street Hotel to Faton Park, where another Sunday evening awaited us, but this time it was unlike any other. The streets around the stadium are surrounded by thousands of fans. Their slogans and flags seemed to be bigger than ever, and the banging on the team buses was louder than ever. The sky was painted red with fireworks, and the cheers and singing on the way to the stadium were deafening. The scene of the fans in front of them backing in waves, letting the bus slowly pass through the flooded Faton Park Road, looks like cutting a huge watermelon.

Klose has witnessed Bayern's victory over the Bundesliga salad plate, especially in the heart of Munich with 750,000 people holding the trophy aloft and almost engulfing you. But those unforgettable moments are just one-off scenes, carnivals after all the tension and reversal have turned into relief and happiness. Milo picked up his phone and filmed all the way, he found that this time was different from any previous time, hope and expectation broke through the window, and he was surprised to find that the team's central defender Margery was crying in the corner at some point.

For the first time, all eyes were on the Portsmouth fans and their dreams.

As a club, Portsmouth has come out of the quagmire on its own. Three years, four years, or even six or seven years before the 35xs, those streets were also surrounded by thousands of fans. From '08, they began a long uprising against the four bosses, Fahim, Farach, Qian Li, and Antonov, more driven by anger than hope. It marked the beginning of Portsmouth's darkest and toughest period – a period when football was far less important than the intrigues of the board. The hatred of the fans here for outside capital is so deep that the urgency to defeat the shady businessmen in the High Court in 2011 seems more important than league relegation, even though relegation seems more out of reach than ever.

In stark contrast to the optimism that surrounds Portsmouth in the middle of summer, Fahim and Faraj have brought with them a winter of cynicism, rage and conflict, and it all seems to be never-ending. The little ones on the team still remember protesting fans in '09 and '10 waving huge banners that read: "George and Raz: you're not welcome here. A year later, as the crisis escalated and the club's finances collapsed, their message became tougher: "Raz: You're not welcome anywhere. Fahim was the first to stop the pressure and ran away.

Hydward sat at the front of the bus, and the transition from that dark period to the present seemed strange to him, when the club was under the weight of the accumulated debts run by two crooks and threatened with a second administrative trusteeship. 35xs Now everyone is talking about the new season instead of legal action, talking about Klose and Srna instead of a few unscrupulous businessmen. That's exactly what he was looking for – passion for every game of the team, not on a few people who have long dominated Portsmouth's newspaper headlines in suits and leather shoes.

Hydward has never been interested in the commercial side of modern football. Ownership, co-sponsorship and competition revenue, spending a lot of money and even taking a fortune didn't interest him. If it weren't for Portsmouth, like most fans, he would rather think and talk about the team he had put together single-handedly, or a dramatic game or just witnessed a beautiful goal, than shares, loans, leveraged buyouts and administrative trusteeships.

But money has changed football. You have to admit that this beautiful sport has become another profitable industry, with Chelsea and Manchester City being transformed and becoming football giants after a few spectacular years. As a result of those acquisitions, the chances of fans winning trophies with Portsmouth have been drastically curtailed, and you have to care about who owns which club, which has the most direct impact on the club.

Hydward's head slammed against the cushion, his eyes closed and he let out a long sigh as he felt peace and unity return to the club. Behind Ferrieux's investment fund is his titular father, a cheap man who never bothered to ask about football, but the efficient style of the investment fund did make him feel comfortable.

So the car slowly pushed forward, and when the team finally arrived at Faton Park, everyone let out a long sigh of relief, and the slogans and flags surrounding the team for the new season were full of inspiration for the team, "Give me a dream" was much more inspiring than "Fahim, Faraji get out".

The 30,000 fans who are slowly making their way to the stadium are united by hope, who have shaken off the tangled snasty deal and are once again immersed in the simple thrill of the sport.

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The old days of the past echo around us. Silence fell on the stadium in three days' time, and on the 114th anniversary of the club's birth, a blue sailing mosaic puzzle unfolded in the Westminster stands, commemorating such a great day when the club was still alive in the Premier League, a simple and powerful message: 114 years, reborn.

Aston Villa, wearing a traditional purple jersey, knelt on one knee with his back to the mosaic and was photographed by reporters. Portsmouth faced the Westminster stands, and Margery deliberately looked up at the message, recalling what he had been through as a member of the club. He stood in the middle of the Portsmouth team, flanked by Miroslav Klose and Louis Brent, one of the biggest names in the club's history and the other one of the club's few hopefuls in the club's history, with Klose hooking him in the waist and Brent grabbing his shoulders. Margery stood up straight, he had just cried, but inside he was more proud.

The whistle blew and the stadium erupted in a roar, and the dark blue queues of the team dispersed, some forward and some backward, and they pulled their thoughts back to the game. Around the team, his teammates applauded, and Srna was a leader, shouting to cheer the team on.

Edward's new starters, who have never seen before, goal: Keylor Navas, defenders: Mendy, Margery, Rudiger, Srna, two midfielders: Freil, Kante, central midfield: Luis Brent, De Bruyne, Mane, single arrow: Klose. In the first game, Hydward chose the 4231 with a more stable offensive and defensive balance, in fact, he was more nervous than the players, like he was about to play a final for the cup title, he didn't sleep well last night, he took a booklet back and forth, the analysis in it was to help the players better prepare for the game, he sat on the hotel bed and studied every set-piece, offensive and defensive, over and over again, even if the same thing had been watched no less than 10 times, and finally when the players stepped on the pitch, he felt relieved.