The weather in London is still grey and bare, as if it is in a state of cumulus clouds all year round.

If you encounter a stormy day, the rain is running around, and it is useless to use an umbrella.

In the café on the side of the street, two figures sat there.

One is a middle-aged woman about 40 years old, wearing a small ponytail, shorts, a gray shirt, and a pair of sunglasses.

There was a beautiful woman sitting next to her.

Although the face is covered tightly with a baseball cap and sunglasses, it still can't hide the slender figure.

Athletic leggings wrap the long, round legs tightly, and a loose white T-shirt covers the hips.

"I regret visiting London."

Annie. Hathaway looked up at the gray sky, the rolling dark clouds, and said helplessly; "There's not a good weather here."

"This is the place you chose." Amanda said helplessly; "Spain, Italy, Switzerland, etc. There are so many great places, why do you want to come here? ”

Annie. Hathaway shrugged; "I didn't know, I thought it was good at the time."

Amanda shook her head, and she got up and said; "Let's go, it feels like it's going to rain."

Just as the two were about to get up and leave, a loud cheer came from the street not far away.

Advance! Croatia!

Advance! Croatia!

Advance! Croatia!

Numerous fans wearing Croatian jerseys marched from the back of the street.

Annie. Hathaway and Amanda were also stunned, looking at them curiously.

The procession had just stopped in front of the café, and a young man with a bullhorn shouted:

"We Are"

Croatia!!!! ——

Thousands of Croatian fans chanted in unison.

"We Are"

"Knight of Eastern Europe!! ——

Thousands of Croatian fans raised their arms.

"Luca. Luka Modric! ”

Illuminate the way for us to attack!!! ——

"Ivan. Rakitic! ”

The elves of the pitch are dancing!!! ——

"Mario!! ——”

Jump up!! Jump up!!

"Ask you to score a goal of honour for us"

In an instant, the expressions of thousands of fans became frenzied, and they raised their arms and burst into shouts with the loudest voices.

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!! ——

"I Ask You to Be Our Glory"

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Sucre!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

"And voila! He's telling us."

The man in the lead turned abruptly.

He pointed forward along with thousands of fans.

Advance!!!!!

Advance!!!!!

Advance!!!!!

Looking at the formation in the distance, Annie. Hathaway blinked, curious; "Is this the pre-match bombing of European teams?"

"You know this?"

Amanda was surprised.

Annie. Hathaway smiled; "I know a lot, they should look like Croatians, is there a game today?"

Amanda Road; "You wait for me."

She asked someone casually, and she quickly got an answer.

'Tonight's big talk between Croatia and England at Wembley Stadium is about World Cup qualification. Amanda said.

Annie. Hathaway was surprised; "Do you still have to play before the World Cup?"

Amanda; "How much do you really know?"

Annie. Hathaway smiled; "Just a little."

With that, she looked in the direction of the crowd and said softly; "Croatian words."

"Shall we go to the game?"

Annie. Hathaway said suddenly.

"So suddenly?" Amanda said: "But I don't know if there are any more tickets." ”

"Buy scalper tickets! A little more expensive is a little more expensive. "Anne. Hathaway pulled her purse out of her bag; "I'm in for a treat!"

Amanda smiled helplessly: "Well, anyway, the travel plan for London has also been ruined, and it's not bad to watch football games." ”

Annie. Hathaway suddenly said seriously: "It's not Soccer, it's Football!" ”

"Soccer is used in the United States to refer to football, and football is rugby, but in the United Kingdom, football is worthy of football!"

"If you meet a more serious English fan, he'll correct you in a very serious tone."

Amanda grinned; "How did you get this strange point of knowledge? Know the difference in vocabulary but don't know that you have to play in the qualifiers before the World Cup? ”

Entrance to Wembley Stadium.

Amanda said helplessly with the two tickets in her hand; "Only tickets for England seats, and all away tickets are available to Croatian fans."

Annie. Hathaway nodded; "It doesn't matter, we're just here to watch the game anyway, it doesn't matter away or at home."

Amanda smiled; "I thought you wanted to sit in the Croatian seat because there was Sukh there."

"What are you thinking?" Annie. Hathaway stroked her hair and said; "I'm just here to watch the game."

"Okay, let's get ready to enter, do you want to buy something to eat? A cold beer? ”

"You still sell alcohol here?"

"Do you understand the ball?"

"Haha! A little bit! ”

After shopping, the two walked into the stadium with plastic beer mugs and popcorn in hand.

In the evening, the stadium is already very lively.

The temperature in the stadium seems to be getting a little hotter, after all, there are 90,000 fans crammed into it!

The two of them found the corresponding seat number, the location is very good, expensive and expensive, not close to the stadium, just to watch the overall situation sideways.

"When does the game start?"

"The 6 o'clock written here should be soon!"

Annie. Hathaway nodded, looking at the court.

Suddenly, there was an uproar like an earthquake.

In an instant, a creepy boo rang out.

Hush~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!! ——

Tens of thousands of fans, violent boos surged, like a sharp whistle exploding in the ears, and the eardrums were particularly tingling.

Annie. Hathaway's body couldn't help but tremble.

She had also watched soccer games in the United States, but she didn't have that frenetic atmosphere at all.

And they're booing?

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the court, and the players from both sides entered the court to warm up.

The big screen constantly switches the figures of various players, but the boos are enduring and never stopped.

"I hate this vibe!" Annie. Hathaway leaned in Amanda's direction, the jolt alone making her feel uncomfortable.

How do you play a game with such malicious boos?

"It's out!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and then the surrounding abuse, intimidation, and ridicule continued.

“Fxxk you！ Sucre! ”

"Gnomes! Go to hell! ”

"You'll taste defeat at Wembley, we swear!"

"We're going to beat your out!"

The surrounding England fans turned into ghosts in an instant, their faces were hideous and terrifying, and they were constantly sending all kinds of foul language towards the stadium.

Annie. Hathaway looked at these fans in bewilderment, wondering why there was such a huge evil thought.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

She is a veteran victim of cyberbullying.

She would feel scared through the screen, let alone this situation.

"How else is this going to be played? This environment is too harsh! "Anne. Hathaway swallowed her discomfort.

Amanda whispered with relief: "But that's football, that's what football is in Europe. ”

In fact, this kind of environment is not very stressful, and I think it is not facing me.

But Annie. Hathaway has been subjected to cyberbullying for many years, so she is sensitive to this kind of thing.

"We shouldn't have come." Amanda sighed and kept comforting Anne. Hathaway.

In the stadium, the players of both sides are still warming up.

But the overwhelming boos never subsided, and they continued to fill the entire space.

England fans are putting pressure on Croatia.

This is their home stadium and they will interfere with the Croatian players as much as possible.

But the current Croatian players, all of whom are seasoned players, are no longer the rookies they used to be.

Boo?

Kind of fart!.

，.

The eyes reflect the fierce game on the court.

The boos were still deafening, but the Croatian players in the black jerseys were able to play a smooth pass under such pressure.

Especially in the opponent's home stadium, surrounded by tens of thousands of fans on the other side, they are still fighting brazenly.

There is no fear!

Without the slightest hesitation!

It's just a desire to score!

Annie. Hathaway's eyes looked at Suke.

This figure is suffering a rough foul by an English player.

Faced with rough shovels again and again, faced with collisions again and again, and even hugged and felled.

But he was still tenacious enough to get up from the ground again, and he didn't seem to waver in the slightest.

Booed from the audience, he was under the most pressure.

Everyone is booing him!

Everyone is making mockery of him!

But even under such pressure, he still took solid steps and bravely pushed forward.

Annie. Hathaway's heartbeat began to speed slightly.

For some reason, she wanted to cheer for Suke!

Maybe it's because the environment she's experiencing is so similar.

Or maybe she wants to support the weaker individuals.

As soon as the shouting reached her throat, Amanda on the side suddenly said:

"Hold back!"

Annie. Hathaway turned her head to look over.

Amanda dragged her cheeks: "If you dare to cheer for Suke, even if you are Annie. Hathaway, you're going to get beaten up by these rough England fans too. ”

Annie. Hathaway; “.”

Just as she turned her head to look at the court, the boos suddenly stopped.

It was as if the whole world had fallen silent.

"How. What's wrong? ”

Annie. Hathaway hadn't reacted yet.

But she soon saw the ball in the England goal and Suker running towards the stands.

Sooke was running, and he put his index finger to his mouth.

Annie. Hathaway's heart shook.

Oh, my God!

He shut up tens of thousands of England fans again.

Sure enough, the next second erupted into more violent boos, piercing the eardrum like an electric drill, making the eardrum more painful.

"He's crazy, isn't he?" Annie. Hathaway was surprised; "He's provoking so many fans!"

Amanda: "Sometimes you need to fight back like this, and those sluts know how to be restrained. ”

"Perhaps, you should learn from him."

Amanda turned her head and smiled: "Like him, be brave enough to shut people up!" ”

"Fuck it! Dead fat pig! And you dead bald, your hair is watered by the rain in London, the plants are getting more and more lush, you are fucking getting bald! ”

"Look at what! It's you who scolds the fuck, dwarf? Have you ever seen a one-meter-eight dwarf? Stinky idiot! ##$$##@￥￥#$$%%

Su Ke pointed to the fans in the stands and cursed, and the other party who scolded was directly circled.

Annie. Hathaway also covered her mouth.

It's so dirty to scold!

However, it's so relieving!

Amanda covered her forehead; "Don't learn this!"

In the arena, after Su Ke vented together, he suddenly turned his head.

"It's comfortable!"

Su Ke immediately turned his head and ran away, and sure enough, the rain of debris began to pour out frantically in the next second.

"What a terrible situation!" The English commentator frowned; 'We were down in the first 11 minutes and we tried to limit Suker as much as possible, even to the point of fouling, but it was still difficult to stop him from scoring, so it's not a good thing to give Croatia the lead.

Suker ran to his own half of the court and waved his hand ahead.

"Srna, I'm cool! Now it's up to you to see if you're happy! ”

Srna's eyes widened, and his eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Lao Tzu must be cool!

Capello!

Wait for Lao Tzu!

"Beautiful! The effect is out! ”

Vansteak threw his fist hard.

Bilic was also excited: "Ahead. ”

"It's not just about leading!" Vansteak turned his head to look at Capello and said with a gloomy voice; "Letting Suker attack in the opening is just to attract attention, and scoring is naturally the best result, but even if there is no goal, Suke can attract their defensive strength! In the meantime, Kranica will have a chance to set the edge! ”

"Why does it have to be Kranica? Isn't it okay for full-backs? Bilic wondered.

"Simic's task in this game is to defend on the left wing, he won't get forward!"

Vansteak Road; "The first step is to get attention from Suker's attack, and the second step is to set the edge in Kranica and make Capello think that we are playing on the left wing, what would you do if you were Capello?"

Bilic pondered for a moment; 'I'm going to let the defence in, and at the same time make Gerrard lean to the left, and so will the whole defence.'

Bilic was stunned for a moment.

"In this way, the right side is empty!"

"That's right!" Vansteak clapped his hands; "The third step is to use the left flank and open the offensive line on the right flank."

"That's not right! I can think of it, and so can Capello. Bilic said; What if I just kept my current position? If I don't play the trick, you can't do anything. ”

"That's going to make it worse!" Vansteak smiled treacherously; "Are you doubting the strength of our left flank's offensive?"

Rumble!

Bilic's head slammed.

Damn it!

Once the effect hit, Capello had no choice from the start.

Either choose to keep the left or the right wing!

It's a multiple-choice question!

And it's a discarded multiple-choice question.

Abandon the left, or the right!

The answer is obvious, Capello did not dare to let Suker go, so he had to abandon the right wing.

Bilic looked at the pitch and muttered: "However, you let Srna play right wing-back in this game. Simic won't step forward, because Srna is the killer! ”

Sure enough, in the next second, Capello began to direct the team's backline to tilt to the left.

"It worked!"

Bilic looked amazed.

Although it wasn't the first time, Vansteak was so accurate.

It is said that being a head coach requires talent.

At first, Bilic thought he had talent too.

But when he came into contact with Vansteak, he was shocked by the guy's superb tactical set-up and on-the-spot command.

Perhaps, this is the performance of a real 'manager'.

Croatia moved the ball to the left and as soon as Suker received it, he felt the pressure rise suddenly.

The timing of Gerrard's arrival was brought forward.

The backline as a whole is also moving closer to the left.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Su Ke's mouth.

He immediately played the ball back to Modric and improved his position.

Luka Modric picked the ball lightly and it went over Gerrard's head and into the feet of Suker again.

Suke shifts with a big foot to the ball!

Capello pushed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Want to move to the right wing? Let Rakitic go to break through Ashley Cole? How naïve! Capello watched Ashley Cole approach Rakitic and whispered; It's time for us to fight back."

Capello's eyes widened.

I saw that behind Rakitic, a figure was rushing forward.

Rakitic also looked up and smiled at Ashley Cole, splitting the line to the right.

Swish!

Srna quickly slipped past Ashley Cole with the ball and cut inside the box.

In the position of the small penalty area, Srna pretended to sweep the pass, but it was a pass at his feet.

The ball is played in an inverted triangle pass.

And there, Rakitic slapped the horse and scored with a precise push!

England 0:2 Croatia.

"Oh~~ Oh my God!! Nice running fit! Ashley Cole was tricked around! ”

'At the beginning, Ashley Cole was close to Rakitic and wanted to play one-on-one defending, or wait for his team-mates to come over, but Croatia didn't give him that time, and Srna suddenly came out from behind and went into the box.

'When Ashlicole turned to chase Srna, Suker, Mandzukic and Kranica were all running towards the six-yard box, and everyone thought Srna would sweep the pass, but instead he chose to invert the triangle pass, and Rakitic pushed and scored with little defense!

"What an amazing tactical fit! I have to admire Bilic's tactical set-up again, it's just amazing! ”

Krosiewicz is praising Bilic.

And Bilic, as the head coach of Croatia, is growing his mouth.

Although he had known it in advance, he never imagined that it would be so effective.

They scored on the first attempt.

There is certainly the tactical execution of the Croatian players, but there is also the reason why Vansteak calculated Capello to death.

On 21 minutes, both goals were ahead.

Croatia's pre-match set-up and routines were all played out, and the results were amazing.

Bilic looked at Vansteak with complicated eyes, this guy is definitely a tactical genius in the true sense of the word!

(End of chapter)