The next day, when the morning light spread all over London, Arsenal players had already had their last joint training on the training ground.

In today's game, they will win and lose with Birmingham at Wembley Stadium.

It is the largest professional football stadium in Europe and is also recognized as the greatest stadium in the world. It can accommodate 90,000 people in a size that satisfy most fans who want to watch the football on the spot.

In this focus battle, if the stadium manager had not limited the tickets to about 85,000 for safety reasons, people would have no doubt that every position here would have been occupied.

This stadium, which does not belong to any club, mainly plays the English national team competitions and the domestic cup finals on weekdays.

She is regarded as a symbol of British sports and has witnessed the belongings of too many champions.

That afternoon, when Arsenal's bus and Birmingham's bus drove into the stadium one after another, all the players were shocked by his grandeur.

Even Liu Feng, who had already felt the atmosphere of the stadium at the Emirates Stadium, was shocked by the dense number of fans in the stands.

Correspondingly, his inner desire to survive was even stronger.

"Hello CCTV, CCTV, audience, welcome to the finals of the 2010-2011 British League Cup. I am commentator Liu Jianhong."

Such a major event, CCTV naturally doesn't want to broadcast live only by broadcasting other people's signals. Liu Jianhong and CCTV's director team have already arrived here early to prepare.

When Liu Jianhong saw Arsenal players appear one after another, his voice became excited.

"In this game, Chinese player Liu Feng has firmly occupied the Gunners' starting position. It seems that he is in a very good condition. Today, it is very likely that he will win the second championship in his career!"

The warm-up was held, with great attention, the excitement and attention were from Arsenal, the attention of countless media was from Arsenal, and the expectation of not having a championship for six years was from Arsenal, and everything seemed to be on Arsenal's side.

Even the fans of the two teams, which were originally evenly divided, were sold to Gunners fans because there were not so many fans coming to Birmingham to watch the ball.

This feeling may not be felt by people who stand firmly on Arsenal.

However, those few, as die-hard fans of Birmingham, who have followed the team since the team successfully advanced to the Premier League in the English Championship, are unwilling to accept this scene.

This is damn football, not a data game, and strong players and lineups don't bring victory every time.

Birmingham fans started cheering and roaring in the audience with a voice that was far less than the number of Arsenal fans but not bad at all.

After hearing the motivation of the fans, or being in touch with the fans, head coach McLeish had already told these players clearly what kind of game this would be.

"You will face purgatory, everyone is waiting for you to lose, everyone is waiting for your opponent to win the championship, are you willing!!!?"

"I don't want to!!!"

"Okay, then, overturn them!"

This is the interlude before the entire Birmingham team entered the stadium to warm up, and it is also the reason why their players threw murderous eyes at the Gunners when they warmed up.

"I always feel that my opponent is not friendly to us?"

During the warm-up, Wilhel, who was standing next to Liu Feng, clearly felt the opponent's hostility.

"There is only one champion, and their friendliness is not friendly and cannot change this."

Liu Feng's reaction seemed quite cold to this. He waved his hand and signaled Wilhel to continue making the ball for him, and then continued to move forward with the goal he wanted to complete with the number of shots he wanted to warm up.

"Uh~, huh!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Wilhel understood what his teammate meant when he looked at Liu Feng's serious face.

No matter what team the opponent is or what state it is, there is only one champion, and we want all champions, is that right, Feng?

"Go back to the locker room!"

The nervous warm-up ended at Wembley Stadium, which entered the carnival mode early. The two teams returned to the locker room one after another, and the head coach will use the final time to make the final arrangements.

"Huh~"

Standing in front of the players, Wenger's expression was quite tense, and he seemed a little nervous about this final.

"We have been waiting for this day for too long."

He spoke slowly, and the professor's expression swept across every team member: "So, win him."

Wenger is Wenger after all, he is not Ferguson. He does not have the magic of a hairdryer, nor does he have the eloquence that makes the team excited with a few words.

However, he has his own characteristics and advantages, and his own charm that allows the players to follow him wholeheartedly.

At this moment, when his players, his beloved disciples who have been discovered by him since his youth training and have been trained to become famous, saw the pleading look of the old man whose hair had begun to turn white.

In their hearts, endless motivation burst out.

"clear!"

Birmingham's determination to surprise everyone, and Arsenal's ambition was determined to win, and this is everything that the finals could bring to both teams.

"Okay, the two teams have already stood on the court, and Arsenal has won the kick-off in the captain's rock-scissors."

The noisy atmosphere and the breeze on the court stopped. With the gaze of nearly 90,000 fans on the scene, the game had reached a point of imminent breaking.

"Shh!!!"

A long whistle cut through the sky, and the ball was pushed out by Bentner, who was standing in front of the serving point.

"The game begins! A Feng takes the ball and turns to Rosici in the middle. Rosici passes the ball to Wilhelm. Arsenal's formation in this game is 442."

Liu Jianhong, who was sitting in the commentary seat, began to explain nervously. His voice was full of confidence, which made the fans who had to wait until twelve o'clock and finally wait for the start of the game to be energetic.

"Birmingham was very active, they saved the whole army. It was so crazy. It just started!"

Everyone can clearly feel the momentum of Birmingham. Birmingham, who ranked 451 in this game, played the momentum of six forwards.

Then, the gunman who had always been slow to heat up was suppressed by this too fast attack.

"Wilshire made the ball to Nasri on the left, Nasri returned to Rosici who was receiving the ball, and passed the ball to the right, Al Shawen got the ball, hey, it was cut off!!!"

"Dong!"

It was an extremely fierce attack. Birmingham midfielder Barry Ferguson let Arshavin, who had just received the ball and had not had time to make an action.

However, the referee did not blew the foul whistle.

"Birmingham launches a counterattack on the spot!!!"
Chapter completed!