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Chapter 889 This is Stamford Bridge

The old memories quickly stopped here, and Liu Feng focused on the professor's narration again.

"For each of them, we need to develop corresponding countermeasures, but this does not mean that we need to develop tactics around them."

At this moment, Wenger had already explained all the relevant cores of Chelsea, and then he turned off the screen with a snap and stood in front of the players.

"In the past we have played against them, we have lost and won, but we have never lost our own style, and it will be the same in tomorrow's game. I don't want to see a group of players without their own soul."

"understand!"

"Very well, then let me announce tomorrow's match list. Of course, everyone sitting on the bench must be prepared. I will make substitutions at any time as needed."

Taking out a stack of documents at hand, Wenger lowered his head and began to read seriously.

"Tomorrow's game, our formation is 433, and the three forwards are Nasri, Chamark and Arshavin."

Obviously, although Liu Feng's hand has almost recovered this time, Wenger did not directly arrange him in the starting position out of the principle of caution.

In addition to this, there is actually another point. Liu Feng, who is concentrating on training in the training ground, may not have noticed that due to his wrist injury, he has not performed very well in the training these few days.

"learn!"

Regarding the professor's arrangement, the three players who were on the starting list naturally did not have any objections, and the substitute forwards who were going to be on the bench did not have any dissatisfaction either.

"The three midfielders are Wilshere, Cesc Fabregas and Alexander Song."

This time, the team's midfield combination finally continued stably. After six rounds of the league and two rounds of the Champions League, Wenger found a midfield combination that satisfied him.

"Tomorrow's game, the team's game rhythm and whether you can win are all up to you. Remember, don't underestimate any opponent."

"Understand BOOS!"

"Clichy, Koscielny, Squillac, Sagna, the four of you form a defender combination, pay attention to marking Drogba, and only ensure that there are at least two people who can limit him every time."

"very clear!"

"Then, goalkeeper, it's still Almunia."

Nodding his head, the professor finished announcing the last starting spot, and the other players who were not mentioned naturally began to compete for the substitute spot.

However, in Wenger's subsequent announcement, those players who rarely entered the squad still failed to squeeze out a main substitute.

Facing a heavyweight team like Chelsea, there is no room for slack.

In the afternoon, Wenger gave the players a holiday in advance.

Also in the city of London, although it is an away game, the players do not need to travel long distances. They only need to take a bus from the club to Stamford Bridge two hours in advance.

Therefore, after successive battles, the team members got a lot of respite before another big battle.

After Liu Feng returned home, she saw Yuan Xiao again. After getting the spare key from Liu Feng, she already regarded this place as her own other home, and would come here occasionally when she was resting.

"Are you back? Sit down quickly, I have researched a new dish, wait for me to make it for you."

Looking at Yuan Xiao who was wearing an apron, Liu Feng's impetuousness because he was not included in the starting list was extinguished in an instant. He smiled softly and sat down in response.

That night, a happy and romantic candlelight dinner unfolded in such a sweet way. Although the dishes were Chinese food, the sense of happiness could not be shaken away.

There was no dream all night. When Liu Feng got up from his sleep, had breakfast and left the villa, he rode a small electric donkey through the streets of London, and he already felt the atmosphere of the rainy weather in London.

This is a battle between red and blue, which can make countless people crazy every year and every season, and it is the same today.

"Hurry up! Francisco, haven't you eaten?!"

On this morning, Arsenal's training base is still full of players training. They will conduct their final training here until noon and head to Stamford Bridge after lunch.

Under Wenger's roar and urging, the players repeated the tactics that the team had developed against Chelsea in the past few days with a very high completion rate.

Later, at lunch time, the team's diet management experts and Wenger also strictly limited the food of each team member.

On the basis that modern sports have become more and more developed, even the basic food intake and the optimal food intake before the game can be clearly calculated. It is not clear whether it is an improvement or a bit too harsh.

In short, after lunch and a short break, the whole Arsenal team really embarked on the journey.

"Arsenal! Roar! Arsenal! Roar!"

Driving into the streets of North London, the streets are full of shouts from their own fans. The players are still in the mood to say hello to the fans, causing bursts of climax-like cheers.

But when the bus headed towards the west side of London, everything changed.

The whole city was decorated with blue tones as if it had changed clothes, and the harsh boos outside the window almost shattered the eardrums of Wilshere, who opened the car window to the outside.

"Shit!"

"Andrew, you'd better sit down, the momentum at Stamford Bridge will be bigger than this."

Xiaofa, who was sitting next to Wilshere, smiled and patted his teammates on the shoulder and closed the car window: "But when we score, they will keep their mouths shut."

"Haha, I understand!"

When the bus turned another street corner, a magnificent stadium appeared in front of everyone. This is the third largest stadium in the city of London - Stamford Bridge Stadium.

Although the number of fans accommodated is much smaller than that of the Emirates Stadium, the history of Stamford Bridge is much longer than that of the Emirates Stadium. After all, Arsenal's best memories are in the former Highbury Stadium, which is also not big.

When the bus drove into the stadium, another group of well-organized fans appeared on the street where the bus passed, and there, a tall banner was held up high by several strong men.

"This is Stamford Bridge."

The simple and unassuming declaration contains the most fanatical support and trust of the Blue Kings fans for their home team. They believe that any team that dares to behave wildly on their own territory will receive the most brutal blow.

So, amidst all the sharp eyes, Arsenal's bus drove into the Stamford Bridge Stadium.

The pressure also found every member of the Gunners in an instant. Of course, for them, this pressure at most made them more excited.

From the start of this game, the countdown has officially entered.

　Chapter 1 here! It's August, I hope everything will get better and better, and everything goes well for everyone!Thanks to "8" for their big monthly ticket support at the last moment last night!grateful! ! !
　　
　
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