From Wigan to London, the players were somewhat tired after arriving at the hotel they made their reservation, but Javier still asked them to gather and do some simple activities in the hotel lobby.

They didn't get together until dinner, and Javier explained in detail the detailed tactics of tomorrow's game.

Everyone listened carefully.

The tactics were formulated two days ago, but they practiced a lot. Generally speaking, they let Zhang Tiehan play the striker and there were some changes in the offensive line. They are already familiar with these, but some of the details that Javier mentioned are still quite useful.

When Javier finished speaking, the room was silent.

No one speaks.

The atmosphere was a little depressed, and everyone looked absent-minded. Some looked at Jewell, some were doing their own things, but no one was really doing anything seriously.

A few days ago, when they learned that their opponent was Chelsea, they made a lot of preparations and everyone worked very hard.

But when the game was really near, they still felt pressure.

That's Chelsea!

They have a large number of stars, even the worst one, who are worth more than the best player in Wigan Athletics.

They are the top of the Premier League and have just beaten Manchester United at Old Trafford.

They even played very well in the Champions League. While taking into account the league, they also qualified successfully with a big advantage.

They... are the focus of the whole of Europe!

What are we?

Wigan Athletic... Excellent in the League One? Compared with Chelsea, which ranks first in the Premier League, is that outstanding?

"We are nothing!" Looking at the depressing atmosphere, Jewell suddenly spoke, "Do you know what the outside media think about the game? They are discussing how many goals Chelsea will score. They think it is an extraordinary honor to score a goal at Stamford Bridge, but I have to say that the gap between us and them is so big!"

"But, because of this, we shouldn't be under pressure!" Jewell swept everyone's eyes, his face was solemn and his tone was low.

"What is losing? If you lose, you lose. No one will say anything. They take it for granted, and the fans will not say anything. Can you expect a new team in the League One to win the League Cup? I can't imagine, nor do others think that no one will think so. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded.

Of course they know this, but it is because they are unwilling to give up and want to win that they are under pressure.

"I don't want you to play with pressure, so don't think too much. We are a weak team. All we have to do is to show our strength, which is enough!"

Zhang Tiehan suddenly raised his hand and said solemnly, "Jerville, we want to win the game!"

"Yes!" Javier suddenly laughed, and he looked at Zhang Tiehan and said, "Who doesn't want to win? But what we need to do is to exert our strength and let those who underestimate us see that we will cause trouble for them in Stamford Bridge, or even... win, but the victory is after the game!"

Javier kept saying, and he realized that his previous actions were a little wrong.

He shouldn't let the players think about victory, as it will bring a lot of pressure. Just like now, everyone trains very hard, but when they really face the game, they feel the pressure, and it is very difficult for him to use words to relieve the pressure.

He is not good at this.

Suddenly he saw Zhang Tiehan with excitement on his face. Speaking of which, the guy who has the least pressure on the whole team is this guy. He seems to have no idea what the pressure is, but he is looking forward to the game.

"Zhang, you will score in the game, right?" Jewell asked in a serious tone and chatted.

Zhang Tiehan was stunned and immediately smiled, "Of course, coach! I will score goals! Scoring a lot!"

"Ten eight?" Brekin said, "I thought of it, Zhang, you promised to score ten eight goals! Lead us to victory!"

Zhang Tiehan's face turned black, but looking at the solemn faces of his teammates, he still said, "That's right, I will score goals, score eight! I want to turn their goal into a funnel!"

Everyone laughed as he said this solemnly.

Brekin is the team's pistachio, but he is always like this, and no one cares much. Instead, Zhang Tiehan said this, which makes people funny.

"Haha, Zhang, if the Chelsea people hear you say this, you will definitely be in trouble."

"Yeah yeah."

"It is said that since the summer, no one has been able to score two goals at Stamford Bridge." Everyone looked at Zhang Tiehan, and Ellington directly convinced him with the data.

"I'm serious." Zhang Tiehan looked at Ellington and said angrily, "Nathan, make a bet! If I can score two goals tomorrow, how are you?"

"How is it? Anything is OK!"

Zhang Tiehan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Okay, everyone listen. If I score two goals, Nathan, you will introduce your girlfriend and bestie to Ian..."

"No!" Ellington spoke subconsciously.

"Why can't it work? Why can't it work?" Brekin immediately shouted excitedly when he heard this, "Nathan, you have to keep your word!"

"But……"

Ellington paused for a long time without saying anything, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, that's it!"

"Haha, Zhang, you have to come on! For my happiness..."

As soon as the few people joked, the atmosphere of everyone improved a lot. They looked at Zhang Tiehan and Ellington, and suddenly felt that the game was nothing.

So what about Chelsea?

They have Ellington and Zhang Tiehan. They will definitely score goals. All we have to do is play the game well and the goals will be left to them!

Thinking of this, everyone was relaxed.

But Zhang Tiehan and Ellington didn't know that the reason why everyone relaxed was that they transferred the pressure of the game to both of them.

...

After walking out of Jerville's room, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhang Tiehan and Barnes were separated into a room.

Barnes is not old, only twenty years old. He is the team's left back. He performs very well on weekdays and has already occupied a main position.

Zhang Tiehan returned to the room, said hello to Barnes, and then lay on the bed and read the newspaper. There were many reports about football on it, but after searching, it didn't matter what the report on tomorrow's League Cup. Zhang Tiehan was no longer interested in reading it, so he looked at Barnes.

Barnes was playing against the computer.

It was a football game called "Live 2003". Zhang Tiehan has also played it, but he was not very interested in this kind of game. He just passed the time to play it.

But after looking at the computer screen, Zhang Tiehan suddenly became interested. There were two teams playing, one was Chelsea and the other was Wigan Athletics.

Two minutes later, the game ended, and the final score was ‘3:0’. Wigan Athletic lost the game. No, it should be said that Barnes did not win.

Barnes smashed the gamepad hard, looked up at Zhang Tiehan, and said with a bitter face: "This is the third time! Is the team really hopeless?"

"Your level question."

"No, absolutely not!" Hearing Zhang Tiehan questioning his level, Barnes immediately retorted, "I have been playing this game for more than a year. I can let Manchester City beat Manchester United away, and win more than two goals each time, but no matter how you do it, Wigan Athletics cannot defeat Chelsea away..."

“Is there such a big gap?”

Zhang Tiehan became interested and asked Barnes to retrieve the three game records just now. After reading them carefully, his face turned a little dark, "Lyton, why are you on the team's starting list, but I don't have me?"

"You came to the team after the league started, and the game company probably hasn't updated the latest information yet." Leiden said thinking.

Zhang Tiehan nodded and looked at Barnes solemnly, "So Leiden, I know why you always lose."

“What is it?”

"It's obvious that I'm not in the starting lineup, and that's why. If I were there, the team could score two more... In addition, you always start and play for 90 minutes every game, so the team will concede the ball."

Barnes had to roll his eyes. He couldn't think of a person with a thick skin to say such words.

...

"Wow—"

The Stamford Bridge Stadium was filled with people.

The audience was filled with fans wearing blue jerseys, waving various flags and shouting various slogans, cheering for the home team Chelsea.

The voice of the commentator sounded on the radio, "This is the League Cup, and the two sides are London's 'Blue' Chelsea' and Wigan Athletics from Wigan, Manchester City."

"Chelsea are very strong this season. They just defeated Manchester United and became the top of the Premier League. Their opponents, Wigan Athletics, are a new top player in the League One. They have a very good performance in the League One. In the League Cup, they also eliminated Premier League team Fulham."

"This is very interesting. Fulham is Chelsea's mortal enemy. After Wigan Athletic eliminated Fulham, she met Chelsea again. Perhaps there will be many Fulham fans watching the game. Of course, they will definitely support Wigan Athletic."

While the commentator introduced the two teams, the players of the two teams also entered the court, and the commentator began to introduce the lineup of the two teams.

"Captain John Terry"

"Frank--"

“—Lampard——”

The names of players are read out on the radio, and Chelsea fans in the audience shouted. Often the sound is the size of the player at this time, the popularity of the player is represented. At Chelsea, everyone knows that captain Terry and the team's core Lampard are the most famous and outstanding players of Chelsea.

Especially Terry.

Terry comes from Chelsea's youth training camp and has been at Chelsea for several years. He was promoted from the youth team to the first team by Ranieri. He is only 23 years old now, but he has become the captain of Chelsea.

Chelsea fans' support for Terry can be imagined.

Although he is a central defender and not a noticeable offensive player, real Chelsea fans think Terry can represent Chelsea.

Terry's performance is also very good. He is the team's defensive core. As long as he is in the backcourt, Chelsea's defense will be very stable. He always stands up again and again, blocking opponents' shots from all over his body. His occasional header is also one of Chelsea's goal-making methods.

After Terry appeared, he waved to the stands around, which caused a huge cheer.

...

At the halftime of Wigan Athletics, several people were gathering together and watching the Chelsea player opposite.

"That's Terry, one of the best defensive players in the world. He is quite good. Zhang, are you sure you have confidence?" Ellington asked at Terry.

"Didn't we all agree?" Zhang Tiehan asked back.

He looked at Terry, eager to try.
To be continued...