Because the game was played away in the city of London, Wimbledon didn't leave early in the morning, they each had lunch at home, then gathered at the King's Ranch and then took the club's bus-like bus to Stamford Bridge.

Once there they went straight into the dressing room to change their shirt and then went out to warm up, and there wasn't much time left before the game started.

As they approached Stamford Bridge, they could already see the crowd.

As far as the eye can see, it is almost entirely a blue ocean.

Chelsea will be wearing the blue home kit at home, while Wimbledon will wear the yellow away kit.

Among the blue crowds, there are only dots of yellow, like waves in the ocean.

"Guys, it looks like we're going to get our first real away experience......" Gavin. Borger muttered as he leaned on the window of his car and saw the scene.

"What, scared, blog?" Joe. Shirin sneered.

After confirming that only a few of them in the team had the belief and fighting spirit to win, Joe. From time to time, Shirin used words to stimulate his teammates. Because they know that it's useless to just look at a few of them to achieve the goal of winning, and if it can stimulate the competitiveness of other players, it will be easy to do.

"Uh...... No. Borger scratched his head.

Seeing Bolger like this, Andy. Sullivan shook his head next to him - he couldn't count on this guy for a while.

When the Stamford Bridge stadium gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, everyone couldn't help but marvel. Stamford Bridge is by no means the grandest stadium in England, but compared to the low Kings Ranch, it is enough to wow Wimbledon players.

"This is the home of the top professional teams...... If I can play on a course like this every week, I will be blinded......"

"Tsk, that's so beautiful......"

"I can't wait to go up and run a few laps on the course inside!"

"How many people can fit in this stadium? Will they all be our enemies? ”

…… Eames frowned when he heard the players' comments. The players have already shown fear of their opponents, which does not bode well. They seem to have thrown all the momentum of the last round elimination of Wimbledon into outer space, and their minds are full of thoughts that "the opponent is too strong".

So he coughed and stood up, "Take your eyes back, boys." ”

Everyone reluctantly turned their gaze back.

"I want you to remember one thing – we're here to play, not here to visit."

Eames said with a straight face.

The players were silent, some looked at him, others looked at the soles of their feet.

'I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but that doesn't mean you can be unmotivated, although there are a lot of people who think this will be the end of our FA Cup. Kick it well. ”

He didn't say much, and sat down again.

Can you feel that their boss is angry because they are free and unmotivated? Or is it because of too much stress?

Nobody knows.

Of course, they want to be good enough in this game, but the opponent is too strong...... There was some silence in the carriage because of the boss's words. Some sneaked a glance out the window at Stamford Bridge, which was getting closer and closer to them, while others kept their heads down and didn't know what they were thinking.

Ingrid touched Eames' arm, then lowered his voice and asked, "Wouldn't you be too harsh?" Demoralize them before the game......"

"Am I demoralizing them? I'm helping them boost their morale. Eames felt that his partner was really confused.

"Of course I know what you want to do, but the opponents are too strong and they will inevitably have a mental burden. Don't look at them like this, it's actually to hide their fears...... If they don't act like that, they will find it difficult to play the game......"

Eames looked at Ingrid.

Ingrid shrugged. "I know you want to win, but you have to do it little by little. Don't you still have Chu and Xilin? My advice is to stick to the first half, try not to concede goals, or concede as few goals, and let the players get used to the atmosphere of the game, and then wait until half-time. If the difference is not big, just fight it. ”

Eames grinned, "This was originally our tactic......"

As he spoke, the bus had already pulled into Stamford Bridge.

"We're here, guys!" Captain Kevin, who has been very silent. Cooper stood up and shouted to everyone. "Get ready to get off!"

Eames poked Ingerich: "Isn't that your line?" ”

"Tsk, I'm talking to you." Ingrid also stood up and slapped his hands and said, "Get out of the car and go to the locker room and follow the signs!" Be careful to distinguish between the away dressing room and the home dressing room - I don't want you to push the door in and see that Hasselbaink thing dangling in front of you. ”

The players burst into laughter, and the frustration they had been taught by their boss was finally relieved.

Chu Zhongtian followed Qiao. Shirin jumped out of the car from behind, and instead of taking a step immediately, he took a deep breath.

It's the taste of Stamford Bridge, it's the taste of the Premier League's top teams, it's ...... The taste of professional football!

"Hey, Chu, what are you doing?" Borger, who was behind him, was blocked in his way, so he had to pat Chu in front of him on the shoulder and remind him to give way.

Chu turned around and smiled at him: "Feel the air here in advance." ”

"Look, the home of the top teams in the Premier League is different, right?" Borjie thought that Chu Zhongtian and himself were all the way, and jumped down to say to Chu Zhongtian. "I never knew in my life if I would ever have the opportunity to play in a stadium of this size!"

"Then cherish this time, blog." Chu Zhongtian patted him on the shoulder and followed his teammates along the passage towards the locker room.

Behind them, on the other side of the pitch, Chelsea fans were entering, mixed with a number of Wimbledon fans in yellow shirts.

※※※ "There are so many people! 'Jackson's men walked slowly towards the wicket and looked around with people all around, all Chelsea fans in blue shirts.

While the Wimbledon fans looked at it curiously, the Chelsea fans didn't care about their presence. They look like a bunch of hillbillies, and Chelsea fans are used to it.

"Hey, I said be normal!" Charles. Filip tried to look like the Chelsea fans, with his eyes unsquinting and his face unchanged. "We've been to Newcastle and it's not a big deal, the Premier League is the same as this......

With that on their lips, they still have to look around, like curious babies.

'I'm more and more worried about the future of the team now...... Against Wimbledon we can help them in the stands and help them share the pressure. But obviously we can't do that in this game...... We're so insignificant......" Jackson turned his head around, and all he could see was blue...... In addition to blue, it's still blue.

Chelsea conveniently reserved 5,000 seats for Wimbledon, and those 5,000 could have been placed in the ninth tier of the mixed county league, which could have equalled any away game, but in Stamford Bridge, which can accommodate 42,446 people. According to media reports before the game, the tickets for this game were sold out, and many people wanted to come to see Wimbledon's big dark horses, but they definitely didn't come to cheer for Wimbledon, after all, they are still Chelsea fans, so they still want Chelsea to win, and Wimbledon Athletic...... Bloom and be brilliant for a moment, and then extinguish.

Jackson looked around, and the yellow was barely visible in the vast expanse of blue.

"I doubt we'll have 5,000 people ......"

"You'll find out when you enter the stadium." Boss John replied. He and Charles. Philip has an Emily in the middle. Emily was still dressed in the same outfit, wrapped in a large trench coat with a low brim, and a pair of toad glasses covering most of her face. With her neck hunched and her head bowed, her big blue eyes surveyed the world around her through the gap between her glasses and the brim of her hat - she couldn't see anything, surrounded by her Wimbles bar mates.

The friends must make sure that Emily is not detected when she enters, otherwise it will be miserable if she is recognized, they don't know what will happen, but chaos will definitely occur. When you get to the stands, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Emily couldn't see the situation outside, so she could only wonder: Is Chu here now? Did you go into the locker room if you arrived? If you entered, did you change your clothes and go out to warm up? The team is moving too slowly, I wonder if Chu will warm up on the court when she goes to the stands, or if she has already returned to the locker room?

She lifted the brim a little and saw nothing but a corner of the Stamford Bridge roof peeking out of the gap in the crowd.

Almost all the Wimbledon players who entered the Stamford Bridge dressing room let out an exclamation.

Not because the locker room is luxurious, but quite the other - it's fucking shit...... Okay, it's an exaggeration to say "broken", but considering the huge gap between the imagination and the cruel reality in the players' minds, it's understandable why they feel "broken".

To be fair, it doesn't make sense to think that the visiting dressing room at Stamford Bridge is "broken", because this dressing room is fine except for a little smaller and more shabby, the walls are not cracked, the corners are not covered with cobwebs, the floor is fairly clean, but the cleaning is not very careful.

But in addition to these, there are only two parts in the entire away team dressing room: the hall and the shower room. And it's very, very small, probably bigger than the home locker room at Kings Ranch. Not only is it small but also very low, and the taller people almost touch the beams of the house when they stand up, giving people a very depressing feeling.

The four walls are bare, with only a row of coat hooks nailed to each wall, and a corresponding row of low cabinets covered with blue cushions, which can be used as a stool to sit. The visiting players' jerseys were hung on coat hooks, while their own bags were stuffed into cramped cabinets, on which they sat of course...... There was a blue massage chair in the middle of the room, and there was nothing else in the dressing room.

The players looked at such a rudimentary dressing room and were a little at a loss.

Eames' laughter rang out from behind them.

"Surprised, boys? I tell you, that's how hospitality is at Stamford Bridge! And it's not just here, the away dressing rooms of other Premier League teams are not as good as you think! Do you know why? Eames and the members of the coaching staff walked into the dressing room, and it suddenly became a little crowded.

He beckoned, "Sit down, it's too crowded to stand." The room was full of people dangling around, and I was dizzy to watch. ”

As a result, the stunned Wimbledon players sat under the hooks with their jerseys.

"Because it can put pressure on the away team, it can make them feel uncomfortable, and you might turn on the faucet when you want to take a hot shower only to find that there is cold water coming out...... Let you take a cold shower in the cold winter wax moon, haha! I'm not exaggerating. 'Eames, a former Wimbledon player who has played at Stamford Bridge on a number of occasions, is no stranger to the visitors' dressing room, which he believes is only different from a decade ago in that the walls and ceilings have been repainted...... He stood next to the massage chair, then pointed to his feet: "See, here." ”

The place that Eames is pointing to has a distinctly square area, demarcated by a white line.

"There's a legend about this fast zone - it's said to be a trap if the away team's manager stands up and flips a switch. This will open up and let the away coach fall. Ha! Can you believe it? I tell you, there were people who believed in ...... before."

A group of amateur players were dumbfounded, they really didn't expect so much attention in the dressing room to interfere with the visiting team...... "So remember what I said to you on the pitch before?" We're here to compete, not to visit. Put away your curiosity and change my clothes now! Then go out and warm up! ”

Originally, there were people in the car who said that they wanted to take a group photo in the locker room, but looking at the bare and simple locker room, they didn't even have the interest to dig out their digital cameras, stuffed them into the cabinet under their buttocks with their carry-on bags, and then started to change clothes.

Only Chu Zhongtian felt funny when he thought of everyone's excitement before, and now they were all silent. What does it mean to be poured a basin of cold water on the head, this is called! Ha ha!

He ran out of the first to change his jersey and boots, followed by Joe the second to get it done. Schilling.

The kid had a smile on his face that he was trying to hide.

Chu Zhongtian felt that he must have known it a long time ago.

Sure enough, after running out of the locker room, Joe. Shirin finally didn't hold back his smile: "Ha! When I was in the Chelsea junior team, I heard them say that there was a lot of difference between Chelsea's home dressing room and the away team's dressing room. I was an apprentice at the time and was shining shoes for the first team players and stuff, so I went to the home dressing room. The visiting dressing room is also available occasionally. It's basically the same as it is now, haha! ”

"You're so bad, you haven't told them all the time, let them have illusions......" Chu Zhongtian said with a smile.

Joe. Shirin snorted, "Hmph, there's nothing better than letting them see reality with their own eyes." At the very least, they can now focus less on things that have nothing to do with the game of football. Plus, they at least knew that we were the away team, the away team being treated like this! Maybe it will make them less disillusioned about Chelsea's stars. No one looks down on us, if even we look down on ourselves......"

As they spoke, the two of them had already run to the end of the passage.

Schilling glanced up at the already full stands and the field above sight.

“…… That's a lost story! ”

Then he jumped up the steps and ran out.

After running out, he beckoned to Chu Zhongtian: "Come on, man, I'll show you the turf at Stamford Bridge!" ”

※※※"Oh! "The Wimbles Bar, who was already in the stands, saw someone in a yellow jersey running out and gave their admiration." It's our people! ”

They were surrounded by Wimbledon fans who wore the same yellow as them. Although it was suspected that there were not many people before, now it seems that there are not five thousand but four thousand five. The area of the stands dedicated to them is almost filled with yellow.

Seeing their players running out to warm up, the yellow in the stands swelled, and those who were looking for seats also turned around, facing the pitch, waving their arms and cheering: "Wimbledon!" Wimbledon!! ”

After shouting, he continued to turn around and look for a seat.

"Look, that's Chu!" Charles. Philip's yelling caught Emily's attention, and she didn't have to hide her identity when she went to the stands, her coat was taken off and put in her backpack, her hat was still on top of her head, but the toad glasses were removed. She looked at Philip's hand, and sure enough, she saw Chu Zhongtian running out of the passage.

She hurriedly opened the folding sign in her hand, and regardless of whether Chu Zhongtian could see or hear it, she raised it and shouted, "Chu! Clear! Come on! Clear!! Oh - !! ”

Chu Zhongtian didn't hear the shout from the noisy stands, he ran into Stamford Bridge, stepped on the turf, closed his eyes and experienced the solid, slightly soft touch.

It's a pro-grade turf, and it doesn't feel like King's Ranch, or even the National Hockey Stadium, home of Wimbledon. The ball will not jump on it for no reason, or suddenly change direction after hitting the ground...... will be more controllable, but the ball speed will also be faster.

He reopened his eyes and saw Joe standing in front of him. Shirin was smiling at him.

"Feel good, man. We're going to beat Chelsea on this turf in a moment! Ha ha! ”

(To be continued)