Unlike Ward's excitement, Margery felt like his hands and feet were numb, and his heart felt like a bomb that would detonate at any moment. The arms are also cold, I don't know if it's because of the cold wind, or whatever.

Standing in the aisle of the field, the outside commentary has already begun to broadcast the team's starting list.

"Our captain is ............" began to make a splash.

Thousands of fans shouted in shame: "Haim"

"Our unstoppable striker ......" is another pause.

"Lawrence !!"

The shouts of the fans whistled up the adrenaline of all, and when Margery listened to his name, the normal senses returned to him, the pores closed, and no electricity rushed straight to his head.

His head was at its coolest.

Haim went to the side and Portsmouth got the kick-off.

With a turn by Lawrence to kick the ball to the defender, the ball circled the back line and was kicked by goalkeeper Dave to the opposite side, and the game was officially started.

Margery was positioned deeper than he had ever played in the youth team, with Haim going straight to the midfield and pressing in front of the box.

Barnsley are a quintessential English team, with long balls and hoops being their usual routine. Playing a very classic 442 formation, the dual striker configuration is also very classic, one high and one fast.

The high point is good, but the big threat is the striker Matt Das who is ambushed behind him, his muscles are streamlined, not at all like a football player, and it is more convincing to say that he is practicing sprinting.

With such a striker it is impossible to count on Haim, and Margerry's support will be particularly important. His main task today was to assist the captain on the one hand, and to deal with the extremely fast Matt on the other.

Many people imagine that the dragon and the tiger are fighting, and the situation of you coming and going does not appear.

Within 10 minutes, the ball had gone out of bounds six times, much to the displeasure of some of the fans at the scene, as Portsmouth continued to disrupt the rhythm of the game.

On the other hand, the midfielder led by Jonathan did not take care of Matt Das, who has scored five goals in the league, but instead targeted a midfielder who is less than 1.8 meters.

His name is Drinkward, 21 years old, on loan from Manchester United.

The man who started it all, Hydward, was on the ground with his legs crossed, watching the young man struggle in the chase and interception, and at the same time recalling the future trajectory of Leicester City's elite.

His potential is 145 and his current ability is 107, which is a bit ugly in a wealthy club full of talents.

It's just that everyone present would not have imagined what kind of myth the drinking brother would create in the hands of Ranieri, the tinkerer, in 5 years.

The Leicester City Miracle, one of the greatest fairy tales of the Premier League of the 21st century.

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Such an opponent Ward will not have the slightest contempt, and arranging two people to mark the defense is the least respect.

Drinkwater's performance was certainly worthy of that respect, and he didn't stop running throughout the first half, which was touching.

It's just that Jonathan's combination with another midfielder did greatly interfere with his passing rhythm, and the lifeblood of Barnsley's midfield was firmly in Heideward's hands.

The fans in the stands watched drowsy, Portsmouth did not attack, the opponents were lackluster to score, and the game looked like it was going for a draw.

It's just that the fans can sleep, but Hydward can't, and Barnsley intentionally or unintentionally sent troops forward after half an hour, and the opposition backline began to move inch after inch towards the center circle.

At this stage of the game, the Barnsley players are more or less uneasy. Especially before the game, seeing the opponent groggy and despising Portsmouth even more.

Pompey has indeed been decadent for too long this season, and few of the team have been actively running, swinging hooliganism, and it is completely understandable to use the iron bucket formation.

This kind of opponent really didn't deserve a point, and Barnsley bared his fangs.

Matt Das received a ball from a teammate's header and stopped lightly, this time neither choosing to break through nor passing, his left foot was fixed, and his bare foot moved sideways, and he picked up his right foot. Margery defended the pass but didn't prevent it, and the ball grazed the left post like a cannonball to test goalkeeper Dave.

The shot barely lifted the sleepy Pompey fans, and Barnsley's attack intensified over the next 10-odd minutes, with a barely playful Drinkwater delivering a through ball because Jonathan was distracted by the defense.

Hydward received a defiant glance from the bench opposite, and Portsmouth's goal was like a boat sailing in the wind and rain, constantly withstanding the test of the waves, and it looked like it was about to fall at any moment.

His hands were in the pockets of his clothes, his fists were clenched tightly, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he didn't see the provocation.

In football, defense always has a point advantage over attack, and players are less likely to be fully involved when attacking, and defense is different.

Ward is still relatively reassuring so far, the defensive attitude of the players has improved greatly compared to the past, and in the 30-metre area with Portsmouth, there is no continuous pressure from the opponent, and there is still a long way to go from conceding the goal.

Even if Matt Das's shot was saved by Dave, Ward had no self-doubt, believing that strangling Drinkwater would stop Barnsley's engine and Portsmouth's boat would not sink.

The real test of the team came in the seventy-fifth minute of the second half, when Brother Shui's stamina was worth 20 and Jonathan, who had been staring at the whole game, was overdrawn, and after being thrown away, he sent a scalpel-like precision straight stopper.

Mattdas strode the ball, and after the ball was divided, he shook off Haim in just one step, and Maghri pushed him hard from outside the box, and although the man fell in the box, he still only awarded a free kick on the line of the box.

The exhausted Jonathan was replaced, and Ricciardo, who had been holding back for the whole game, was replaced, and Ricciardo played as a midfielder and was a good passer. In Richards' tattered highlights, Lawrence's several one-on-one chances were passed by Ricciardo, but this brother is also a specialty, his young talent has long been squandered by cigarette beauty, and there are countless such players in world football.

"Tear them apart!"

Hydward simply said four words in his ear, this is a change move, but also a killing move, the king and the defeat are all here.

Three days can't change anything, but it can change a lot.

For example, this time!

Ricciardo, who had just been on the court for more than ten seconds, actually completed a steal at the feet of Drinkwater, and glanced at it very casually.

Facing an opponent who strode forward to press, he picked up the football, in front of Irishman Lawrence, who was parallel to the last defender.

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