Football: Signing in at the beginning is a reactionary kick and a quick shot

Chapter 287

"Damn," Chen Huan, who was sitting on the sofa holding the flatbed, scolded in a low voice, "those bastards in the FA." Chen

Huan did not watch the video of other Premier League players guessing the winner or loser, he directly clicked on the video of Manchester United and Chelsea fighting each other "trash talk" before the game.

But the content inside is completely different from what Chen Huan thought, most of the Manchester United and Chelsea players say is very official, and full of the spirit of "friendship first, game second".

Manchester United's side wants to say that the most aggressive is Chen Huan's phrase "wash your neck and wait for death".

And just as Chen Huan expected that there would be fans "rushing" himself after watching the video, sure enough, many fans criticized themselves in the comment area.

Of course, there are also some fans who defend themselves, but after all, they are the first to say trash talk, so the fans who defend themselves are not very confident to speak.

"Honey, did you really say those words?" Timothy also came out of the study at this time.

"Yes."

"Then again, it's unimaginable that tickets for the final round were sold out within minutes of going on sale. It is said that some tickets that are not well located in the secondary market are now speculated to £1,000. Even my classmates and teachers were asking if I could get tickets for them.

"Has the price gone up to this point?" Chen Huan sighed: "It's hard to imagine, I should ask for more tickets like the club, so that I can definitely make a lot of money."

Timothy didn't continue the topic just now, she picked up Chen Huan's tablet and rewatched the clip of Chen Huanbiao's trash talk.

"Oh, it's hard to imagine." Timothy held Chen Huan's cheeks with both hands, "Such a gentle gentleman would actually say something like that."

"Don't blame me," Chen Huan said helplessly, "It was the group of guys from the FA who deceived me, and they asked me to say something more radical." "

Haha," Timothy couldn't help it, she stopped laughing and said: "It's okay, these are hours, as long as you show your ability in the game, I think even if some people want to scold you, but after your wonderful performance, they can't say anything to criticize you, sports competition, the winner is king."

"Borrow your words." Chen Huan said and leaned in front of Timothy's eyes, in the other party's "giggling" laughter. Put her down on the couch.

"Hey, hey, won't it affect your game status?"

"No, it's a few days."

......

The next day, Carrington.

The weekend's game was the final round of the league, so the team's regular training was basically stopped by Van Gaal.

The players on the training ground are training with passes.

Van Gaal, wearing sunglasses that resembled a devil instructor, walked around the sidelines with his back to his back and shouted from time to time: "Watch out when running, intersperse between Chelsea's defences to find space!" '

Chelsea are good at defending and there will be a lot of intensity in the middle and you have to be mentally prepared.

"Defender I need you to be ready to defend while participating in the attack, and if you lose the ball and you are not 100% sure that you can get up and succeed, then choose to reorganize the formation and defend."

The players were constantly running around at the request of the manager, and Van Gaal developed a variety of tactics in this "4141" tactic.

The two fullbacks stretched forward to become wingers, and the formation immediately became 433.

And Chen Huan can also insert the position of center forward at the right time in the game, and the lineup position will become 442.

Van Gaal was very satisfied with his changes, his mood was much better, and the most important thing was that Van Gaal, who had a good night's sleep, smiled and said to Davis: "How is it, it's not bad, right?" "

......

23 May, London.

Manchester United's hotel is located on the outskirts of the city, and it is quiet around it at night.

The team did a good job of secrecy this time, with no bored Chelsea fans rushing downstairs to them all night shouting not to let them rest.

"Have a good rest tonight," Timothy said with a smile on the other end of the video call, "I'll be there to cheer you on tomorrow."

"Okay, good night."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Huan sat in front of the window for a while, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

Chen Huan rolled twice on the soft big bed, and after a moment, he opened his eyes and looked through the curtains to the bright moon in the sky.

The moon is clear and there is no foggy feeling, which means that tomorrow will be a good weather.

"Tomorrow," Chen Huan whispered, "Will I get my first league title?" "

......

Sunday, May 24.

London's West End has been in severe traffic jams since 3:30 p.m., and pubs that were supposed to open after dark are scrambling to open after noon, and the closer to Stamford Bridge Stadium, the sooner they open.

Football fans from all over England love to have a nice drink before the game starts, so that when they get to the stadium, whether it is to fight the opposing fans or cheer for their team, their voices will become louder.

"Manchester United!"

When Manchester United's bus drove to Stamford Bridge Stadium under the protection of London police, the street was almost blocked, and countless fans stood on both sides of the street, waving their arms and shouting at the bus.

Chen Huan looked at the excited faces of the fans, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wave at them, so the fans outside the car window shouted louder.

"Chen, are the fans in the Dragon Country so enthusiastic?" Rojo asked, tilting his head.

Chen Huan hesitated slightly, and then said with a bitter smile: "Maybe there are not as many people who know me in the Dragon Country as there are people who know me in England.

Luo Huo was stunned, he didn't understand, but he still reached out and patted Su Hao's shoulder and sat back in his place.

The bus is getting closer and closer to Stamford Bridge, the number of fans is increasing, and at this time there are more people supporting Chelsea, and people are starting to roar and curse at Manchester United's bus.

"Hillbillies, go back to Manchester, London is not yours!"

'Chelsea are champions! The natives of Manchester get out of here!

"At Stamford Bridge, you can't take the trophy, the only thing you can take away is defeat!"

Chen Huan couldn't help but reach out and touch his nose gently, "Doesn't it mean that foreigners don't black each other, how do you feel that this group of old English buddies are so strong when they black each other." Chen Huan couldn't help but think in his heart.

The magnificent Stamford Bridge stadium has appeared in front, Chen Huan has swept away all the distractions in his mind, from now on, everything will be for the match to be held.