Chapter 83 Winnie Jones

January 4, Serges Park Stadium.

The crazy gang is crazy enough. It is not just their team, but even their fans are the same crazy. Although Wimbledon's fans basically don't cause trouble, so when Manchester United's home court Old Trafford ranked the opponent's fans, Wimbledon's fans belonged to the least dangerous column. However, at their home court, their enthusiasm can melt everything!

Anyway, the Liverpool, which swept Europe in the 1970s and 1980s, had definitely seen big scenes. They won four European Champions League titles in seven years, and had never been to any place? What team hasn't encountered? But at Wimbledon's home court, he was frightened by the roar of Winnie Jones. In addition to the fact that Winnie Jones and his teammates were all a group of lunatics, Wimbledon's crazy shouting at home was also an extremely important factor.

That was a shout that was enough to make the players who had been in battle for the longest time be greatly affected! That was a passion that was enough to make the air burn!

At least during the warm-up, Preston's players were shocked by this atmosphere.

Although the capacity of the Serges Park Stadium is only 26,000 people, not much greater than Preston's home court, the fanatical atmosphere, crazy shouts and fanaticism displayed by the fans seem to be two levels higher than Preston's home court!

Old Li stared at the Wimbledon fans who occupied most of the stadium in a daze in the stands and shouted wildly, then looked around at the hundreds of silent Preston fans around him. Although they usually seem very fanatical, compared with these lunatic guys, they are as gentle as reindeer on the farm...

Lao Li couldn't help but worry about his son. Can he perform well in such an atmosphere? The other party is a Premier League team that is two levels higher. Although Lao Li has almost blind confidence in his son, he is two levels away. This huge gap can be seen by anyone.

In fact, the crazy atmosphere in Selges Park has affected the mood of Preston players. In the entire Preston main lineup, except for goalkeeper Mims who once played for Tottenham in the Premier League and was once the main goalkeeper, other players have met Premier League teams at most in the FA Cup. Even the oldest Brian has only played in the League One, and the gap between them cannot be easily filled.

So after returning to the locker room after warming up, except for a few players, the other players had a hint of confusion and even a hint of fear on their faces - looking at the crazy guys in the stands, their expressions seemed to be about to run off the stands immediately and tear them into pieces...

Looking at the players' appearance, Moyes frowned. This mental state is not enough to allow them to stand on the same starting line as the opponent... Fortunately, goalkeeper Mims, defender Jackson, Barrett, Tiger, Brian and two forwards in the midfield all looked normal. These people are now the most important players of Preston. Barrett recently determined his main position through his diligent running and obedient attitude on the court. Tiger has become the source of Preston's offense. Jackson quickly showed his ability on the defense line, and the other people have always been important members of Preston.

"Guys, what are you worried about? Yes, the atmosphere on this stadium is really strong, but Wimbledon's security is still done well. You don't need to worry about someone running down from the stands to attack you. Wimbledon is not Millwall... You don't even need to worry about a naked runner running down from the stands!"

Moyes' words caused a burst of laughter in the locker room, and the young players on the defense were relieved. Yes, what are we afraid of? No matter how fierce the guys screamed, they were just shouting in the stands. Now it was the 1990s, when the worst attacks on football hooligans, there would be no more things like the Heisel tragedy...

But... our opponent is Wimbledon! The most notorious team in the entire Premier League! Although they became less cruel after entering the 1990s, the players who only heard about Wimbledon's fame in TV and newspapers were still a little nervous.

"I said we don't need to worry about anything. That's right, Wimbledon is a Premier League team. They are two levels higher than us, but I don't care what our previous goal was, now we have only one goal, that is to attack the League One! I firmly believe that our strength is not much different from the League One team! In this way, the gap between us and them is just the same level! Think about what game we are playing now - it's the FA Cup! It's the game that is most likely to create a dragon-slaying legend! Think about those grassroots balls who beat Premier League teams as an amateur team to defeat Premier League teams! Think about the grassroots balls that defeat Premier League teams as an amateur team

Team! What they can do, we also have the chance to do it! What's more, what can we lose? No one thinks that we have the chance to win, and it's normal for us to lose the away game, which is actually beneficial to us! As long as we perform well in the game, there will be no other words in the newspaper tomorrow, and it will only praise us for our outstanding performance! This kind of business should be done too much. If we win, we can win everything, and if we lose, we won't lose anything! Do you think so?"

"Yes!" the players answered in unison, and they began to think that Moyes' words were indeed very reasonable - if you win, you will get applause from countless people, but if you lose, you will not lose anything - so what reason is there not to fight?

Amid the shouts, Barrett and Grant looked at each other in surprise. They felt that Moyes' words were very familiar, as if they meant the same thing as what Tiger said last night...

"Very good, let's go now and give them a good look! Let them see what our English League Two team has! Someone asked me why I should try my best in the FA Cup. I can tell you now, because this is something worth doing! Don't think about the league! Because the league still has a long time to play, and the FA Cup, the chance to play against top teams, this season is only this time! One chance only in a season, why isn't it worth our fight! Now, let's fight with them!"

"Oh..." The players rushed out of the locker room like a howl. Moyes grabbed Tiger who had finally set off, looked at his eyes, and said: "Be careful during the game... Be careful that Jones guy, like Roy Keane, is the kind of person who can sneer and tackle your legs!"

Tiger looked at Moyes and nodded.

Of course, Tiger has also heard of Winnie Jones' reputation, but when he has not had close contact with him, Tiger would not have felt the deterrent power of this person so clearly.

At 1.88 meters tall, Kong Wu's powerful body, his face as if he was cut by a knife and an axe, and the grim smile on his face... All of this tells Tiger that Winnie Jones is a nightmare attacking the midfield, a killer of technical players, and a representative of dirty football, as described in the newspaper.

"I heard you are very famous in the League Two recently? I have seen many technical young players like you, and they will always sink into confrontation. Boy, don't think I will be lenient!"

When shook hands with Jones, the hot air from the other person's nostrils sprayed onto his face. Tiger looked up at the other person's hideous face, and did not speak, but let go of his hand and walked towards the next person to shake hands.

Jones smiled twice, looked at Tiger's back, then turned his head and stared fiercely at the next Preston player who came up to shake hands.

Tiger's heart was not as calm as it seemed.

He didn't take the opponent's rude words seriously. If Jones was as polite as a gentleman, he wouldn't have become the leader of the gang. However, if he wanted to prove something, he had to break through his defense - Jones was Wimbledon's midfield core. Although he was a defensive midfielder, his offensive ability was not bad. Even though he didn't score many goals, his organizational offensive ability and passing ability were indeed not bad at all.

In this case, the opponent will not be able to put down everything and guard against him. He will not have too few opportunities to get the ball in the game. At that time, it depends on how much ability you can play in the opponent's defense.

But for a defensive midfielder of Jones, the midfield is his territory, and he can fight on the opponent's territory... Maybe you can attack in a different way.

The game began amid the clamor of more than 20,000 Wimbledon fans.

This game may be a reason to win a victory to boost morale. Wimbledon did not keep his strength. All the main lineups in the league appeared. Facing an opponent like Preston, they believed that they could destroy this opponent who was two levels lower than their level like crushing an ant.

England forward Michelle Geller and Irish forward Evan Ecoku are Wimbledon's main striker, while veteran attacking midfielder Earl is Wimbledon's top scorer last season. These three people are on the court, which means Wimbledon's attack line is on the court.

Earl is not the kind of organizational midfielder. On the contrary, he is closer to the goal, ambushing behind two strong centers to attack, and the organization is left to Jones more.

From the first minute of the game, Wimbledon firmly suppressed Preston. Jones kept passing the ball in the backcourt to direct the attack. The two centers began to turn the preston's penalty area upside down. Earl was like an assassin, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

"Hand up with their attack!"

Moyes shouted loudly off the court. Although Preston focused more on offense during this period, they had been playing defensive counterattacks for three years. However, from the beginning of the game, Preston's defense line began to be continuously broken by Wimbledon, and three times were threatened to the goal in just a few minutes!

The breakthroughs of Leon Hartson and Adley on both sides forced Brian to retreat to help defend the left side, and Barrett had to go to the right side to assist in defense again. Then Bryson was constantly under the impact of the opponent at the front of the penalty area, and the entire penalty area was upside down by the opponent's two centers...

At the same time, even during the offense, Wimbledon's movements are very big. It is common to hit you when you break through. When you interfere behind you, you raise your hand and give you an elbow while the referee is not paying attention, and when the two of them are intertwining, they use shoe nails to step on your toes... These movements are common on the court.

With the dual advantages of strength and confrontation, Preston's defense quickly collapsed. In the tenth minute, Wimbledon scored a goal.

With a cross from the wing to the penalty area, Ecocu carried the tallest and most powerful Squiers on the defense line on the shoulder, and then headed the ball down. Earl passed through Barrett and Bryson, and then kicked the ball directly. The ball quickly rushed into the goal, 1-0, Wimbledon led.

After scoring the goal, Earl ran around the stadium, while his teammates roared and chased behind. Even if it was just a goal in the third round of the FA Cup, they celebrated so crazy!

"Damn!" Tiger slapped the lawn suddenly. He didn't even get the ball in the past ten minutes. Just when he was about to retreat to catch the ball, he had already lost the ball...

The Preston players were also a little stunned - they lost the ball so quickly? It seems that they haven't felt this way for a long time, but they were still beaten by someone, and then they naturally lost the ball...

"Damn!" Moyes also cursed off the court. He didn't expect Wimbledon to attack so hard after coming up, and he didn't expect Preston to be suppressed so much that he would not even have the chance to counterattack and concede the ball.

"Tiger, come here."

Moyes waved to the field, and Tiger ran over. At this time, Wimbledon was still celebrating, and no one noticed this.

"A counterattack after the kickoff, no matter what, improve the team's confidence." Moyes said to Tiger.

Tiger nodded and said, "I think... can you attack from the right? Leon Hartson has average defensive ability and can also avoid the middle lane guarded by Jones... After all, their strength is very strong, and I will probably not have a good effect if I break through the middle lane alone."

Moyes thought for a while, then nodded: "You are right, let Dan and Thor meet you in the middle, their two central defenders are not particularly high either."

"Dan, give me the ball."

After the kick-off, when he heard Tiger shouting, Nogan immediately turned around and passed the ball back - if he wanted to push the offense into the frontcourt, he probably could only rely on Tiger's dribbling to break through - after all, the other people's dribbling ability is average, and Wimbledon's defensive position brings a much greater sense of oppression than other English League Two teams.

However, Tiger did not drive the ball forward by himself. Seeing the opponent's two forwards pounced towards him, he immediately turned around and passed the ball to Bryson, and then ran to the right.

He knew that he would not get too much special attention. Maybe he is a person who is being watched in the English League Two now, but in front of Premier League teams, he is just a English League Two player. In the eyes of the giants, what is the difference between this ant and that ant? Even if one of the ant is stronger...

Compared with Premier League players, English League Two players are as small as ants.

The truth is the same. When Tiger ran to the right, no one even came up to defend him. When Bryson passed the ball to Spanore, Spanore passed the ball forward again, and after Tiger passed it, Wimbledon's left forward Leon Hartson rushed towards him.

In the entire Premier League, Norwegian midfielder Leon Hartson is also an excellent attacker. He has abundant physical fitness, strong running ability, and good breakthrough ability. However, when it comes to defense, he seems quite average.

Tiger is already familiar with such an opponent with abundant strength but slightly slow reaction. He pretended to reach out to catch the ball, but hit the ball below the ball with one kick. Then he raised his foot and pulled the ball behind him, then immediately turned around and circled around from the other side of Leon Hartson's body!

I picked the ball with my back and scored it!

A burst of exclamations immediately sounded in the stands - you know that in this day and age, even in the Premier League, this kind of purely technical extraordinary skill is rare!

Bypassing Leon Hartson, who was inflexible, Tiger caught up with the ball, took the ball on his feet, and then quickly dribbled the ball forward. He knew that the two forwards had inserted into the penalty area. At this time, his spirit was all on the last defensive player in front of him, Wimbledon's left-back Chatcher!

Chatchel is only twenty years old. He was not Wimbledon's main force before, but a substitute at this position. It was precisely because Tiger saw this that he decided to break through from this position first!

Of course, even if it is a substitute, it is a substitute for Premier League teams. This defender, one year younger than Tiger, is not that easy to deal with.

He turned around very quickly and had strong explosive power. Although he was young, it was not easy to shake him past.

Since he is young, he is good at physical fitness, but his experience will not be too rich - while thinking this way, Tiger buckles the ball across the middle when he is about to be parallel to the penalty area line!

Chatcher was indeed fooled. He immediately rushed over to block Tiger's forward insertion, but Tiger had already tapped the ball back at this time, inserted it straight into the bottom line, and then threw the opponent away for a distance and immediately looked up in the penalty area and made a cross!

Tiger made a cross, Nogan jumped high in the middle, and cooperated seamlessly!

Just as Moyes clenched his fists and stood up to celebrate, a tall figure rushed out from the slash and pushed the ball out of the bottom line in front of Nogan!
Chapter completed!