Because the away game of this game is in downtown London, Wimbledon Athletic did not set off early in the morning. They each had lunch at home, gathered at Kings Ranch, and then took the bus provided by the club to Stamford Bridge Stadium.

When they got there, they went straight into the locker room to change their jerseys and went out to warm up. There was not much time left before the game started.

When they approached Stamford Bridge Stadium, they could already see a surging crowd.

Looking around, it was almost entirely blue.

In this game, Chelsea will naturally wear a blue home jersey, while Wimbledon will wear a yellow away jersey.

Among the blue crowd, there were only yellow spots, just like waves that were rolling up in the ocean.

"Guys, it seems we are going to experience the real away game for the first time..." Gavin Borger murmured after lying on the car window and seeing this scene.

"What, are you scared, blog?" Qiao Xilin retorted.

After confirming that only a few of them in the team have the belief and fighting spirit to win, Qiao Xilin always uses words to stimulate his teammates from time to time, because they know that it is useless to just look at them only when they want to achieve the goal of winning. If it can stimulate the competitive spirit of other players, it will be easy.

"Uh...no." Borger scratched his head.

Seeing Bolger like this, Andy Sullivan shook his head next to him--I couldn't count on this guy for a while.

When Stamford Bridge Stadium gradually appeared in front of everyone, everyone couldn't help but be amazed. Stamford Bridge is definitely not the most magnificent stadium in England, but compared with the low Kings Ranch, it is enough to arouse Wimbledon Athletics players.

"This is the home court of the top professional team... If I can play on such a court every week, I will die with peace of mind..."

"Tsk tsk, so beautiful..."

"I can't wait to think of running a few laps on the court inside!"

"How many people can be installed in this stadium? Will they all be our enemies?"

...Eames frowned after hearing the players' comments. The players had already expressed fear of their opponents, which was not a good sign. They seemed to have thrown their momentum to eliminate Wimbledon in the last round into outer space, and their minds were full of thoughts that "the opponent was too strong."

So he coughed and stood up: "Retract your eyes, boys."

Everyone turned their eyes back reluctantly.

"I hope you remember one thing - we are here to compete, not here to visit."

Eames said with a stern face.

The players remained silent, some looked at him, and some turned their eyes to the soles of their feet.

"I don't want to put too much pressure on you, but it doesn't mean you can be unmotivated, although many people think this will be our finish in the FA Cup. Play well."

He didn't say much, and sat down again.

You can feel that their boss is angry because they are free and unmoving? Or because they are too stressed?

No one knows.

Of course, they also wanted to perform well enough in this game, but their opponents were too strong... The carriage was a little silent because of the boss's words. Some people secretly glanced at the Stamford Bridge that was getting closer and closer to them outside the window, while others lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking.

Ingrich touched Eames' arm, then lowered his voice and asked, "Will you do this be a little too harsh? Strike their morale before the game..."

"I'm hitting their morale? I'm helping them boost morale." Eames felt that his partner was really confused.

"Of course I know what you want to do, but if your opponent is too strong, they will inevitably have psychological burdens. Don't look at how they act, they are actually to hide their fear... If they don't do this, they will feel that it will be difficult to play the game..."

Eames looked at Ingrich.

After Ingrich said that, he shrugged. "I know you want to win, but you have to come a little bit. Don't you have Chu and Xilin? My opinion is to defend the ball in the first half, try not to lose the ball, or lose less, so that the players can adapt to the atmosphere of the game and watch it at halftime. If the score difference is not big, just try it."

Eames grinned: "This is our tactic..."

While speaking, the bus had already entered Stamford Bridge.

"We're here, guys!" Captain Kevin Cooper, who had been silent, stood up and shouted to everyone. "Prepare to get off!"

Eames poked Ingrich: "Isn't this your line?"

"Tsk, I'm just talking to you." Ingrich also stood up and clapped his hands, "Get out of the car and go to the locker room and follow the signs! Pay attention to distinguishing the visiting locker room and the home team locker room - I don't want you to push the door and see the Haselbaink's thing swaying in front of you."

The players laughed, and their depressed mood that had been taught by their boss before was finally relieved.

Chu Zhongtian followed Qiao Xilin and jumped out of the car. Instead of walking immediately, he took a deep breath.

This is the taste of Stamford Bridge, this is the taste of top Premier League teams, this is the taste of... professional football!

"Hey, Chu, what are you doing?" Borger behind him was blocked from his way, so he had to pat Chu's shoulder in front of him and remind him to give way.

Chu Hui turned around and smiled at him: "Feel the air here in advance."

"Look, the home courts of top Premier League teams are different, right?" Borge thought Chu Zhongtian and himself were the same person, so he jumped down to Chu Zhongtian. "I never know in my life if there is still a chance to play football in a stadium of this size!"

"Then cherish this time, blog." Chu Zhongtian patted his shoulder and followed his teammates along the passage toward the locker room.

Behind them, on the other side of the stadium, Chelsea fans are entering the court, mixed with some Wimbledon Athletics fans wearing yellow jerseys.

※※※"There are so many people!" Jackson and the others followed the flow of people to the ticket gate and looked around. They were surrounded by people, and they were all Chelsea fans wearing blue jerseys.

When the Wimbledon Athletics fans looked here curiously, Chelsea fans didn't care about their existence. They looked like a group of hillbilly, and Chelsea fans were accustomed to it all.

"Hey, I said it was a little normal!" Charles Philip tried to make himself look the same as those Chelsea fans, with no squinting eyes and a normal expression. "We are people who have watched Newcastle games, and it's no big deal. The Premier League is like this..."

As they said this on their lips, they still had to look around, just like a curious baby.

"I'm increasingly worried about the team's prospects now... We can help them in the stands and share the pressure in the game against Wimbledon. But obviously we can't do this in this game... We're so insignificant..." Jackson turned around and looked, all he could see was blue... except blue, blue.

In this game, Chelsea has left 5,000 seats for Wimbledon Athletic. If these 5,000 people were placed in the ninth-level mixed county league, they could tie any away game, but when they were placed in Stamford Bridge, it was just an inconspicuous piece - Stamford Bridge Stadium could accommodate 42,446 people. According to media reports before the game, tickets for this game were sold out, and many people wanted to see the true appearance of Wimbledon Athletic, but they were definitely not here to cheer for Wimbledon Athletic. In the final analysis, they are still Chelsea fans, so they still hope that Chelsea will win, and Wimbledon Athletic... bloom for a moment and be brilliant, then extinguish it.

Jackson looked around and could hardly see the yellow in the large blue.

"I really doubt if there are five thousand people here..."

"You will know when you enter the court." Boss John replied. He and Charles Philip had an Emily Emily who was still dressed up, wrapping herself in a thick windbreaker with her hat brim pressed down very low, and a pair of toad glasses covered most of her face. She shrank her neck and lowered her head, and her big blue eyes observed the world around her through the gap between her glasses and the brim of the hat - in fact, she could not see anything, and was surrounded by friends from the Wimbledon bars.

These partners must make sure that Emily is not discovered when entering the venue, otherwise it will be terrible if she is recognized. They don’t know what will happen then, but chaos will definitely occur. When they arrive in the stands, they can breathe a sigh of relief.

Emily couldn't see the situation outside, so she could only think: Is Chu here now? If he had arrived, did he enter the locker room? If he had entered, did he change his clothes and go out to warm up? The team was moving too slowly. I wonder if Chu would warm up on the court when she got on the stands or had already returned to the locker room?

She lifted the brim of her hat a little, and saw nothing except the corner of the ceiling of the Stamford Bridge Stadium that was exposed from the gap in the crowd.

※※※Almost all Wimbledon Athletics players entering the Stamford Bridge locker room will exclaim.

It’s not because this dressing room is luxurious, but the opposite - this dressing room is really fucking ruined... Well, it’s too exaggerated to say “break”, but considering the huge gap between the imagination and the cruel reality in the players’ minds, you can understand why they feel “break”.

To be fair, it is unreasonable to think that the visiting locker room at Stamford Bridge is "breaking", because except for a little smaller and simpler, this locker room is fine. The walls are not cracked, the corners are not covered with spider webs, and the floor is still clean, but the cleaning is not very careful.

But apart from these, the entire visiting team's locker room has only two parts: the hall and the shower room. It is very, very small, and may be larger than the locker room of the Kings Ranch. Not only is it small but also very low. The taller people almost touch the beam on their heads when they stand up, giving people a very depressing feeling.

The walls on all sides were smooth, and each wall was just a row of clothes hooks nailed, and below was a row of corresponding low cabinets with blue cushions, which could be placed either on the things or as stools. The visiting team players' jerseys were hung on the clothes hooks, and their own bags were stuffed into the narrow cabinets. As for themselves, of course they were sitting on the cabinets... In the center of the hall was a blue massage chair, and there was nothing else in the entire locker room except these.

The players were at a loss when they looked at such a simple locker room.

Eames' laughter rang from behind them.

"Amazed, boys? I tell you, this is the hospitality method of Stamford Bridge! And not only here, the away locker rooms of other Premier League teams are not as good as you think! Do you know why this is?" Eames and the members of the coaching staff walked into the locker room, and the small locker room suddenly seemed a little crowded.

He waved his hand, "Everyone sat down, it was too crowded to stand. The room was full of people swaying around, which made me dizzy."

So the shocked Wimbledon Athletics players sat under the hook with their own jerseys.

"Because this can create psychological pressure on the away team and make them feel uncomfortable. Maybe when you want to take a hot shower, you can turn on the faucet and find that cold water flows out there... Let you take a cold shower in the cold winter, haha! I'm not an exaggeration at all." Eames used to be a Wimbledon player and has come to Stamford Bridge to compete many times. He is not unfamiliar with this away team locker room. In his opinion, the difference between this locker room and more than ten years ago is that the wall ceiling was repainted... He stood next to the massage chair and pointed at his feet: "See, here."

There is a very obvious square area where Eames refers to, which is delineated with white lines.

"There is a legend about this fast area - it is said that this is a trap. As long as the head coach of the visiting team stands up and presses a switch, it will turn on and let the visiting team coach fall. Ha! Do you believe it? I tell you, there were really people who believed it before..."

A group of amateur players were stunned. They didn't expect that there were so many things in the locker room to interfere with the visiting team... "So remember what I told you on the court before? We came here to participate in the game, not to visit. Put away your curiosity, change my clothes now! Then go out to warm up!"

There were people in the car who said they wanted to take a photo in the locker room, but looking at the bare and simple locker room, they didn't even have the interest in taking out the digital camera. They stuffed their carry-on bags into the cabinet under their butts, and then started changing clothes.

Only Chu Zhongtian thought about everyone’s excitement before, and now he was silent, he felt funny. What does it mean to be poured into a basin of cold water on his head? This is called! Haha!

The first one to change his jersey and sneakers, he ran out, followed by the second one who got the job done.

The boy had a smile on his face trying to hide.

Chu Zhongtian felt that he must have known it a long time ago.

Sure enough, after running out of the locker room, Joe Xilin finally couldn't hold back her smile: "Ha! When I was still in the Chelsea youth team, I heard them say that Chelsea's home locker room is much different from the away locker room. At that time, I was an apprentice and was responsible for shining shoes for first-team players, so I went to the home locker room. I could go to the away locker room occasionally. It was basically no different from now, haha!"

"You are so bad. You never talk about it, let them hold on to their fantasies..." Chu Zhongtian said with a smile.

Qiao Xilin snorted: "Hmph, nothing is better than letting them see reality with their own eyes. At least they can focus less on places that have nothing to do with football games. In addition, at least they know that we are the visiting team, the visiting team treated like this! Maybe this will make them less fantasy about Chelsea stars. No one can look down on us, if even we look down on ourselves..."

While talking, the two of them had already reached the end of the passage.

Xilin looked up at the crowded stands outside and the stadium that was above sight.

"...then you'll lose!"

Then he jumped up the steps and ran out.

After running out, he waved to Chu Zhongtian: "Come on, man, I'll take you to visit the turf of Stamford Bridge!"

※※※"Oh!" Everyone in the Wimbledon bar, who was already in the stands, saw people wearing yellow jerseys running out and exclaimed. "It's our people!"

They were surrounded by Wimbledon Athletics fans wearing yellow clothes like them. Although they had suspected that there were not many people, now it seems that there are not five thousand and four thousand five thousand. The stands specially placed for them are almost filled with yellow.

Seeing that his own players ran out to warm up, the yellow in the stands surged, and those who were looking for seats turned around, faced the court, waved their arms and cheered: "Wimbledon! Wimbledon!!"

After shouting, I continued to turn over to find a seat.

"Look, that's Chu!" Charles Philip's roar attracted Emily's attention. She didn't have to hide her identity when she went to the stands. She took off her coat and put it in her backpack. Her hat was still above her head, but the toad mirror was taken off. She looked along Philip's hand and saw Chu Zhongtian running out of the passage.

She quickly opened the folded sign in her hand, regardless of whether Chu Zhongtian could see or hear it, and raised it and shouted: "Chu! Chu! Come on! Chu! Oh—!!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian did not hear the shouting in the noisy stands. He ran into the Stamford Bridge Stadium, stepped on the turf, closed his eyes and experienced the solid and slightly soft touch.

This is a professional-level turf, which feels completely different from the Kings Ranch, and even is different from Wimbledon's home national hockey stadium. Football will not jump for no reason or suddenly change direction after landing...it will be better controlled, but the ball will also be faster.

He opened his eyes again and saw Joe Xilin standing in front of him looking at him with a smile.

"Let's have a good feel, man. We'll beat Chelsea on such a turf in a while! Haha!"
Chapter completed!