There was no stand on the Sandhurst stadium, so there was no such thing as a locker room. However, the players still had a place to change clothes. After they looked at the situation, Ingrich asked the players to return to the bus and change clothes there. The tactics were naturally discussed.

Wimbledon's tactics are very simple. In fact, in this level of game, everyone's tactics are very simple. Eighty percent of them are long passes and rushing. Teams that are used to hitting the ground infiltrating the technology under their feet are not far away. Because the movements of this kind of game are very rough and there are few fouls, the referees mastered a wide scale. Some movements that are definitely fouls in professional games, but they are just commonplace here. If you blow each move, you will have to be blown countless times in a game, and there is no way to go coherently.

The difference between the Premier League and the English League One is enough to make some Premier League players lament that the English League One is rugby. If they come to the ninth league field, they probably have to think that this is not a football game at all, but an unlimited fighting competition...

"Try to pass the ball to Cooper and Shilin in front of you." Eames said to the players. "Cooper and Shilin, you two, should try to shoot as much as possible when you get the ball."

The players sat in the seats and nodded.

"Don't stick the ball behind, just break the ball and pass it forward."

Everyone nodded again.

"When defending, they move more, so that they can tell how powerful we are. If they come a few more times, they will not dare to act rashly."

Eames' tactics are just three simple sentences. He did not analyze how the opponent is and what we should do. Because he does not know about this opponent, everyone knows nothing. A game of this level is not how the opponent is, but how we perform. As long as we can play at our own level, it is not difficult to win.

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When Chu Zhongtian got out of the car again, there were more people around the field outside the distance than before. It is absolutely no exaggeration to describe it as three layers inside and three layers outside. The post-match statistics show that more than 2,400 people came to this game, and the number of attendees in this game has broken the record of the number of spectators in the ninth-level league. You should know that the average number of spectators at this level is fifty to one hundred.

The reason for all this is his team, Wimbledon.

This is Wimbledon football's first performance in the league. Passionate Wimbledon fans flocked to the stadium and turned it into their home court. Looking around, they were all Wimbledon fans wearing blue and yellow jerseys.

There was a constant sound of the audience, similar to: "Jerry! My son!"

"Uncle Tony, we're here to see you!"

"Dear, we're here!"

Such shouts. Such a game atmosphere is indeed more like a festival than a real league.

"This feeling reminds me of the Sunday League... It feels different if you have stands or not." Xilin, who was warming up on the court, shook his head and said.

"Well... it's really similar." There are many people among their teammates who have played on Sunday League. All the things they see in front of them evoke their memories.

On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I came to the park court without stands with my friends, and played a game with my appointments. Regardless of winning or losing, I went to the bar for a drink after the game, and spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Warm up quickly." Captain Cooper reminded those lazy teammates.

The twenty-seven-year-old Cooper was very prestigious in the team. When he heard him speak, everyone stopped talking and began to warm up seriously.

After the warm-up, Chu Zhongtian followed the substitutes to the sidelines, and those teammates who were not on the roster were already outside. They suddenly looked like they were scattered in the crowd and were almost the same as ordinary fans.

Russell glanced at Chu Zhongtian next to him. He was worried now. I wonder if the arrangement of the substitute this time was a punishment for the head coach to do what he had done before, but he and Chu had already shaken hands and made peace... Doesn't the boss know yet?

"Hey." He whispered.

Chu Zhongtian did not respond at all.

"Hey!" Russell thought Chu Zhongtian didn't hear it, so he raised the volume a little.

Chu Zhongtian still didn't respond.

"Hey, mad dog!"

"What's the matter, sissy?"

"I'm calling you, why don't you agree?"

"I'm so sorry, I have a name. You're 'hey', who knows you're calling me?"

"Then why do you agree if I call you 'mad dog'?"

"This nickname is pretty good. How do you think of 'sissy'?"

Russell felt that he would suffer a loss if he continued to call this. "Mad Dog" may not be a derogatory term, but "sissy" is definitely, especially for football players.

"Okay, Chu..."

"What's up?"

"Do you think we have a chance to play today?"

"Do I know why we were on the bench?" Chu Zhongtian did not answer his question, but asked back.

When Russell was stunned for a moment when he heard Chu Zhongtian’s replies, he sighed. He knew that his question was in vain. It was obvious that the boss was very angry because of what he and Chu had done before. As a punishment for them, it was possible to prevent them from entering the roster or put them on the bench...

It was really unhappy to think that my parents took my younger brother to watch my game, but I ended up sitting on the bench.

Although Chu Zhongtian's answer was understatement, he was actually very eager for the game. But who told him to mess up everything before? As a punishment for him, he could only sit off the court and be an audience member in this game.

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Sandhurst players appeared on the court wearing red jerseys and black shorts. Their appearance was welcomed by the home team fans, and Chu Zhongtian didn't know any of them. This is not a Premier League game. Even if he sits on the bench, he can still appreciate the stars he can only see on TV.

If it is a professional competition, the coach before the game will definitely analyze the opponent's information to let them know which person is the most threatening and which person has its characteristics. In this way, when the game is on the court, the players only need to follow the coach's instructions to play.

There is no such condition in semi-professional or even amateur games. The coach can only say a rough idea, and then let the players watch it on the court. Such a game is also particularly fun because it can maximize the role of the players. In modern professional football, the tactics are becoming more and more detailed, and the division of labor is becoming more and more detailed. The players' freedom is strictly restricted by tactics, and the fun of the game is much less.

Although it is an amateur competition, the pre-match procedure is quite regular. The captains of both sides come out to guess the front and back of the coins and pick the sides.

In the end, Cooper lost the right to pick the side and obtained the right to kick off. The opponent picked the side facing the Suns, which was the western half. In this way, Wimbledon in the first half had to face the dazzling sunshine when attacking, which would obviously limit their performance.

Seeing this scene, Chu Zhongtian thought to himself that if he had chosen the side, the opponent would have to get the kick-off right forever...

Then he couldn't help laughing.

Russell looked at Chu Zhongtian strangely and could only sit on the bench. This kid could still laugh. Could he be stupid, right?

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