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Chapter 827 Wenger's Thoughts
This day is the day before Arsenal set off. Tomorrow, they will go to Liverpool to challenge the Toffees.

It is a traditional strong team in the Premier League. In history, it has won 9 top English league titles, 5 FA Cup titles, and 1 European Cup Winners' Cup title. It is definitely enough weight.

However, due to changes in the club's business philosophy, it gradually withdrew from the Premier League championship lineup and fell at an alarming rate at the end of the last century, constantly struggling on the relegation line.

But like Arsenal's Wenger and Manchester United's Ferguson, the Toffees finally ushered in their true son David Moyes in 2002.

The Scottish coach has a very strong personal style. After accepting Everton, he continued to transform the team according to his own ideas.

After he has coached the team for eight full years, today's Toffees are stationed in the middle and upper reaches of the Premier League with very stable results, and they have pulled down the current Premier League Big4 from time to time.

All in all, for Arsenal, this is definitely not an opponent that can be underestimated, this game is a tough battle.

Standing in front of the players, Wenger was thinking about a piece of information at hand. He seemed very entangled in the personnel arrangement for the first game of the Premier League, especially after getting the assessment and prediction of the physical condition of the players from the infirmary.

Finally, after making up his mind, Wenger finally turned around and looked at the players with shining eyes.

This is Arsenal. It is no longer the Piacenza where Liu Feng once stayed and could only pick out a set of semi-main players. Every position wants to secure a main player and must kill at least one teammate.

Such fierce competition cannot allow the players to be nervous when the lineup is announced.

"Tomorrow's game, our lineup is 433."

Wenger did not rely on the monitors in the conference room, but started to arrange the lineup directly on a large tactical board.

"The three forwards are Chamark, Arshavin and Nasri."

When he read the last forward's name, Wenger paused obviously. He glanced at Liu Feng as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that Liu Feng didn't change, he didn't break his coach's authority.

“Others are on call all the time, ready to play.”

"Understand the coach!"

"The three midfielders are Rosicky, Wilshere and Diaby."

Continued to report the starting list, Wilshere, who finally ushered in his starting role in the team again after returning from loan, became excited immediately after hearing his name. He twisted and was the first to respond loudly to Wenger.

"Know the boss!"

"Very well, then the four defenders from left to right are Clichy, Koscielny, Vermaelen and Sagna, and the goalkeeper is Almunia."

"understand!"

In terms of reporting the starting list, all the head coaches are the same. Wenger also reported tomorrow's starting list very seriously from beginning to end, then waved his hand and continued to read other players who entered the big list.

No one has any objection to the coach's arrangement, and even if there is, they will not say it in person, so soon, after the announcement of the squad that will accompany the team tomorrow, the team announced its dissolution.

After Wenger left, Koscielny and other players who had a good relationship with Liu Feng quickly came to Liu Feng's side.

"Uh, Feng, it seems that you don't need comfort."

Just when Koscielny was about to speak, Liu Feng's indifferent expression made him stunned for a moment.

"Ha, why do you need comfort? Because you didn't make the starting list?"

Liu Feng smiled and patted Koscielny on the shoulder: "The coach must have his own considerations, we just need to trust him."

"Well, that's it. A coach like Professor Wenger deserves this."

"Yes."

The two young people quickly reached an agreement on this matter, and then several young players walked towards the meeting room together.

Tomorrow is the first game of the league, and none of the players is in the mood to relax. After entering the parking lot, everyone got into their cars and left the training base.

When other people found out that Liu Feng's vehicle turned out to be a small e-donkey, they all gave surprised looks, but Liu Feng didn't feel anything. After putting on the helmet, he was even in the mood to ask Koscielny if he wanted to give him a ride, but he was naturally rejected.

That night, after Liu Feng returned home, he didn't do any more unnecessary things. He took out the ingredients prepared for him in the refrigerator by the servant who came regularly every week, and he went back to bed after a simple stutter.

Lying on the bed, Liu Feng had a conversation on the phone with Yuan Xiao first, and then reluctantly hung up the phone after receiving the other party's blessing for tomorrow's game and the promise that he would definitely watch the game.

Immediately afterwards, he also sent a text message to his mother who had already fallen asleep in the country, telling her the time of his game tomorrow, so that she can watch it when she has time.

After finishing the two pieces, Liu Feng almost fell asleep with the pillow on his face.

He had no dreams all night, and when he woke up from his sleep, he felt refreshed all over, and it could be said that he had adjusted to the best state.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, all the players who entered the squad were gathered in the parking lot of the training base. Taking the team bus, the Arsenal players embarked on their first away journey of the season.

"Don't be nervous, Laurent, take it easy."

Along the way, Liu Feng felt that Koscielny beside him was moving restlessly, and finally he could only cheer him up with a smile: "Professor Wenger trusts you very much, and there is nothing wrong with your usual performance. As long as you maintain a normal level, there will be no accidents."

"Well, I know Feng, but this is my first match..."

"Don't worry about this, you will play more and more games in the future, focus on the game!"

As he spoke, Liu Feng slowly entered the state he had when he was the captain in Piacenza. When his firm eyes and unyielding tone were aimed at Koscielny at the same time, the defender quickly calmed down.

"I see, thank you Feng."

"Uh-huh."

As Koscielny nodded, Liu Feng's expression changed back to a spring breeze, which made Koscielny, who had just been overwhelmed by the aura of the people around him, feel dreamy.

This scene was just a small episode for the two of them, and neither of them noticed that Wenger, who was sitting on the front side, touched his chin thoughtfully.

Finally, with a burst of loud boos coming from the window, Arsenal's bus officially drove into Liverpool.

It's a city where they won't be welcome no matter when they come, but who cares?All players have only victory in their minds.

　Chapter 1 here!July is here, and 2020 is really the fastest year. I hope everyone will be able to go smoothly in the second half of the year.

　　
　
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