The memories of the past quickly stopped, and Liu Feng focused on the professor's story.

“For each of them, we need to formulate corresponding response measures, but this does not mean that we need to do tactics all around them.”

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

"In the past, we have lost and won the game, but we have never lost our style, and the same is true for tomorrow's game. I don't want to see a group of players without their own souls."

"clear!"

"Very good, so let's announce tomorrow's roster. Of course, everyone sitting on the bench must be prepared, and I will make substitutions as needed at any time."

Taking out a stack of documents at hand, Wenger lowered his head and started reading it seriously.

"In tomorrow's game, our formation is 433, and the three forwards are Nasri, Chamak and Arshavin."

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

In addition, there is actually another point that Liu Feng, who was in the training ground, may not have noticed that he did not perform well in the training days due to taking into account his wrist injuries.

"learn!"

The three players who were on the starting list naturally had no objection to the professor's arrangements, and the substitute forwards who were about to be on the bench were not dissatisfied.

"The three midfielders are Wilhel, Fabregas and Alexander Song."

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

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

"Understand BOOS!"

"Krish, Koscheerny, Squillac, Sarnia, you four are forming a defender combination, pay attention to the sight of Drogba, and every time you have to ensure that at least two people can limit him."

“Very clear!”

"Then, the goalkeeper is still Amunia."

Nodded, the professor announced the last starting place, and other players who were not read naturally began to compete for the substitute.

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

Facing a heavyweight team like Chelsea, there is no need to be a slight slack of slack.

In the afternoon of the same day, Wenger gave the team members a holiday in advance.

Although they are in London City, although they are away games, 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 a series of battles, the team members gained a long chance to breathe before another battle.

After Liu Feng returned home, she saw Yuan Xiao again. She had got the spare key from Liu Feng and regarded it as her other home and would occasionally come over while she was resting.

"Are you back? Sit down quickly. I've studied a new dish and waited for me to make it for you."

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

That night, a candlelight dinner full of happiness and romance spread sweetly. Although the dishes were Chinese food, the happiness could not be removed.

After a long day, he had no dreams all night. When Liu Feng got up from his sleep and had breakfast and left the villa, he rode a small electric donkey across the streets of London and felt the atmosphere of the storm in London.

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

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

On this morning, Arsenal's training base was still full of players' training, and they will conduct their final training here until they go to Stamford Bridge after lunch.

Under Wenger's roar and urging, the players repeatedly practiced several tactics that the team had formulated against Chelsea in the past few days with an extremely high completion rate.

Subsequently, during lunch time, the team's diet management experts and Wenger also strictly limited the food for each player.

On the basis that modern sports have become more and more developed, even basic food and the optimal amount of food before the game can be clearly calculated, which is hard to say whether it is progress or a bit too harsh.

In short, after lunch and a short break, the entire Arsenal team truly embarked on the journey.

"Arsenal! Roar! Arsenal! Roar!"

As we drove into the streets of North London, the streets were filled with their own fans shouting, and the players were still in the mood to say hello to the fans, causing a burst of climax.

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

The whole city seemed to have changed clothes and was decorated with blue tones everywhere, and the harsh booing outside the window almost made Wilshire's eardrum cleft on the outside.

“Shit!”

"Andrew, you'd better sit there honestly. The momentum of getting to Stamford Bridge is even greater than that."

Xiao Fa, who was sitting next to Wilshire, smiled and patted his teammates on the shoulder and closed the window: "But when we scored, they would shut their mouths honestly."

"Haha, understand!"

When the bus turned over a street corner again, a magnificent stadium appeared in front of everyone. It was the third largest stadium in London - Stamford Bridge Stadium.

Although the number of fans is much smaller than that of Emirates Stadium, the history of Stamford Bridge is much longer than that of Emirates Stadium. After all, Arsenal's best memory is 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 raised high by several strong men.

“This is Stamford Bridge.”

The simple and unpretentious declaration contains the most fanatical support and trust of Lanjun fans for their home team. They believe that any team that dares to scatter in their own territory will be hit the most cruel.

So, in a group of sharp eyes, Arsenal's bus drove into the Stamford Bridge Stadium.

The pressure also caught up with every member of the Gunners in an instant. Of course, for them, this pressure made them even more excited at most.
Chapter completed!