Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"Will it be a rainy day?"

McKelly felt the moderate humidity in the air: "The weather forecast says cloudy to light rain."

"Do you believe it? London's weather forecast is more than 100 years old, is it accurate?" Dalglish looked at the blue stadium, and the more he looked at it, the more he didn't like it: "How can anyone like blue and dislike red? Mike , Why do you think some people don't like red?"

"Probably because...that's the color of blood?"

Raindrops had already begun to fall from the sky, and the two were standing outside the stadium, looking at the Stanford Stadium where the game would be played in a few hours.

...

stamford bridge

Visiting team dressing area

The players are nervously making final preparations, and today's game is crucial.

The team that had been thriving in the league was overtaken by Manchester City just because of a draw.

You know, 11 points in 31 rounds!

This is Liverpool's best start to the league in the past 20 years, but it was actually tied.

From Dalglish to Lindy, Gerrard, and even De Gea, who is usually the most careless, all felt that they were under great pressure.

Although today is an away game, but when the team bus drove into the stadium.

Lindy and his teammates actually saw thousands of Liverpool fans wearing red jerseys came to the scene to cheer for them.

Originally, this was a very common thing.

But Lindy saw it on his mobile phone. Today, more than 3000 fans bought tickets to watch the game live.

The remaining 2000 Liverpool fans will be cheering them on outside the Stamford Stadium.

Yes, they can only stand outside the stadium, drenched in the rain, listening to the cheers inside, watching the text messages on their mobile phones, and guessing the scene.

They are just worried that if there are too few fans, the team will suffer.

But Lindy could still see the excitement and joy on their faces.

And more, it is hope and longing.

"Don't be under pressure, at least we have maintained an unbeaten record of 11 rounds in the league this season." Dalglish looked around every player, and he saw worry, anxiety, anxiety, excitement, mixed with various emotions.

Only Lindy, with his eyes closed, looked calm.

Just as Dalglish was about to say something, his heart suddenly moved, "Lin, as the captain, can you tell us a few words?"

Everyone followed the prestige and saw Lindy sitting there quietly with his eyes closed.

A pair, like a well-thought-out plan.

Well, what do you say?

Be calm when facing major events!

Lindy, who was pretending to be serious, no, Lindy, who was serious and meditating, suddenly heard Dalglish calling himself.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at Dalglish and nodded.

Get up and walk to the middle, very slowly.

Because he didn't know what to say, and he didn't hear what Dalglish had just said.

Everyone looked at Lindy expectantly.

But he just looked at his teammates like this, without saying a word.

Gradually, everyone's patience seemed to wear off.

Someone continued to slump.

Some people looked at each other in dismay, and some people covered their faces with towels to rest again.

De Gea was even more anxious for him, and was planning to remind Lindy carefully.

at last

Before Dalgliesh could contain himself, he spoke:

"Waiting is hard, isn't it?"

Everyone raised their heads one after another, not understanding what Lindy meant.

"You see, in just 2 minutes, you are already impatient, even though this is such an important game." Lindy smiled and continued, his tone was very relaxed, without any meaning of blame.

But Gerald's eyes changed instantly, and he seemed to have guessed what Lindy was going to say.

"Did you see those Liverpool fans at the door when we came?"

"Do you know why they still come to Stanford Stadium when they can't get a ticket?"

"Guess how long they have to wait for us?"

"How tormented is that invisible waiting?"

Lin Di paused, looked at everyone, lowered his voice, and said word by word: "If we lose this game, is their waiting worth it?"

"When we come out, how will they feel after waiting in the rain for hours??"

None of the players who didn't care about it before became calm.

Everyone, including Dalglish, straightened their backs at this moment.

It's not fucking decompression, it's more stress.

"Did you feel motivated all of a sudden?" Lindy asked with a smile, as if he didn't feel anything.

Crowd: ? ? ?

De Gea stared at Lindy with widened eyes: Why don't you record it to see what you said?

The corners of Dalgliesh's eyes have been twitching for a long time. If Lindy can't finish it perfectly, let him know what a "king" is!

"It's good to be motivated!" Lindy's tone changed: "The problems of the weak teams are varied, but the advantages of the strong teams are almost the same!"

He bowed slightly and looked at the crowd: "Do you know what the advantages are?"

Everyone looked puzzled, they just felt the pressure was great.

Lindy slowly stood up straight, raised his head, and seemed to be looking into the distance: "A champion's heart!"

"Nothing can affect their determination to win the game, and there is no pressure to make them bow their heads!"

"Put away your mentality of worrying about gains and losses, Liverpool is the one that is invincible!"

Lindy yelled out the last sentence with all his strength, and this "invincible" went deep into everyone's heart with Lindy's roar.

Also imprinted into Dalglish's heart.

There seemed to be tears in the old man's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"The advantage of a strong team: the heart of a champion, that's just too good to say." He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Perhaps, the most correct thing he did in his life was to bring Lindy to Anfield from Madrid himself.

He was simply a born leader, look at Gerald's stunned look.

He probably never thought that as the team captain's pre-match mobilization could look like this.

Under the leadership of Dalglish, the crowd formed a group, "Liverpool!"

"Definitely!"

Lindy walked in the front, the first to leave the locker room area and walk to the player tunnel.

It is worth mentioning that the dressing area at Stamford Bridge is different from Anfield, it is very large inside.

There are several open functional areas, and there is no so-called locker room door.

...

The sky outside Stamford Bridge suddenly changed color.

In the originally overcast sky, ink seemed to be dripping from an invisible hand.

Darkness suddenly enveloped the entire stadium, and fans watched with concern at the sudden change in weather, which was not a good omen.

Boas, who came out early, said to Di Matteo again:

"Go and check the drainage system again. I don't want to fight any pure air battle with these trapeze people, even if we have Didier Drogba."

The latter nodded. Today's weather is not good for both parties.

But for Chelsea, it seems that luck is even worse.

"Azar, don't let me down!"

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