“Will it be a rainy day?”

McKelly felt the medium humidity of the air: "The weather forecast says it is cloudy to light rain."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"Do you believe it? London's weather forecast has been accurate for more than a hundred years?" Daglish looked at the blue stadium, and the more he looked at it, the more he disliked: "How could anyone like blue and not red

.Mike, why do you think anyone doesn’t like red?”

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

The sky had already started to float raindrops, and the two stood outside the stadium, watching the Stanford Stadium where the game was about to take place in a few hours.

...

Stamford Bridge

Visitor team changing area

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

The team that was originally striving for a high-profile league was caught up by Manchester City just because of a draw.

You know, 31 points will be earned in 11 rounds of competition!

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

From Daglish to Lindy, Gerald, and even De Gea, who is usually the most careless, feels under great pressure.

Although it was a away game today, when the team bus entered the stadium.

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

This was originally a very common thing.

But Lindy saw on her mobile phone that today, in addition to more than 3,000 fans who bought tickets to watch the game on site.

The remaining 2,000 Liverpool fans will cheer them outside the Stanford Stadium.

Yes, they could only stand outside the court, wet in the rain, listen to the cheers inside, look at the message of the phone, and guess the scene.

They just worry that there are too few fans and the team will suffer.

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

And more are expectations and longing.

"Don't be stressed, at least we have maintained an unbeaten record in the league this season." Daglish looked around every player, and he saw worry, anxiety, anxiety, excitement, and all kinds of emotions.

Only Lindy, with her eyes closed and a calm face.

Daglish was about to say something, but suddenly his heart moved, "Lin, as the captain, let me tell you a few words?"

Everyone looked in the sound and saw Lindi sitting quietly alone, closing her eyes and resting.

He looks confident.

Well, what do you say?

Whenever you encounter major events, you will be calm!

Just as he was showing off his face, ah, Lindy, who was serious and meticulous, suddenly heard Dagley call him.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Daglish and nodded.

I got up and walked to the middle, and my movements were very slow.

Because he didn't know what to say, nor did he hear what Daglish had just said.

Everyone looked at Lindi with anticipation.

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

Gradually, everyone's patience seemed to be wiped out.

Someone continued to sit down.

Some people looked at each other and were at a loss, while others covered their faces with towels again to rest.

De Gea was even more anxious about him and was about to remind Lindy carefully.

finally

Before Daglish could not help but speak, he spoke:

“It’s all painful to wait, right?”

Everyone raised their heads, not understanding what Lindi said.

"Look, you've been impatient in just 2 minutes, even if it's such an important game." Lindy continued with a smile, her tone was relaxed and she had no intention of blame.

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

"When I saw us coming, were the Liverpool fans at the door?"

"Do you know why they can't buy tickets and come to Stanford Stadium?"

"Guess, how long do they need to wait for us?"

"How painful is that kind of invisible waiting?"

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

"What will it be like when we come out and wait for hours in the rain??"

All the players who didn't care about it were not calm.

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

This is not fucking decompression, but greater pressure.

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

Everyone:???

De Gea even widened his eyes and looked at Lindi: Do you want to record it and see what you said?

Daglish's eyes had been twitching for a long time. If Lindy couldn't finish it perfectly, let him know what the "king" was angry!

"It's right to have motivation!" Lindi's tone changed: "There are many problems for weak teams, but the advantages of strong teams are almost the same!"

He bowed slightly to everyone and looked at them: "Do you know what advantages it is?"

Everyone looked puzzled, they felt very stressed.

Lindy stood up slowly, raised her head, as if 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 your worrying attitude, Liverpool is the invincible one!"

Lindi's last sentence was yelled with all his strength, and this sentence "invincible" penetrated into everyone's heart as Lindi's roar.

It was also imprinted into Daglish's heart.

The old man seemed to have tears flashing in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

"The advantages of a strong team: the heart of the champion is so good." He sighed 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 natural leader, look at Gerald's shocked look.

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

Under the leadership of Daglish, everyone gathered in a group, "Liverpool!"

"It will win!"

Lindy walked in the front and was the first to leave the locker room area and headed towards the player passage.

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

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

...

The sky outside Stamford Bridge suddenly changed color.

The originally cloudy sky seemed to have ink dripped from an invisible hand.

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

Boas, who came out in advance, said to Dimatio again:

"Go to confirm the drainage system again. I don't want to fight any pure air battles with these squadrons, even if we have Drogba."

The latter nodded, and today's weather was very unfavorable for both sides.

But for Chelsea, it seems that luck is worse.

"Hazar, don't let me down!"
Chapter completed!