With maxed-out heading ability from the start, I became the king of Arsenal.

As Stoke City players walked along the pitch toward the locker room, Stoke City fans in the stands immediately stood up from their seats, raised their scarves, and sang the team song.

February in the UK is perfect for wearing scarves; even just wearing a scarf for warmth is a good option.

Sun Yu took off the scarf around his neck, held it in the air, and then put it back on.

He turned and glanced at the field; the grass was in pretty good condition, and it didn't seem to be the vegetable patch that people had heard about.

As an iconic building in England, Wembley Stadium, built in 1923, is imbued with a profound sense of history.

This stadium, which can hold 90,000 people, not only hosts important football matches, but also many commercial events.

Back then, Michael Jackson held seven concerts in this stadium, and Sun Yu heard that quite a few people fainted during the concerts.

Especially those little girls who like to scream, they can't be lifted up after being deprived of oxygen, and the indoor venues can't accommodate them all.

This is actually completely understandable. Ninety thousand people are crammed into a limited space, and all of them are competing for air and releasing carbon dioxide.

Even if the stadium is open-air, there isn't enough air per unit of time. The air is probably not that thin even at an altitude of 4000 meters.

The little girls' screams, lasting more than five seconds, already deplete their oxygen reserves. Then, each deep breath is filled with carbon dioxide that others have just exhaled. Just imagining that scene makes me dizzy.

If Jackson were to reveal his identity as the leader of the North American crotch-covering faction at this moment, the little girl would get carried away and let out another long howl, taking another deep breath of carbon dioxide. Those with slightly weaker constitutions would roll their eyes on the spot.

These concerts are packed not only with people in the stands, but also with people below the stage.

After a game, the grass will definitely be trampled into a mess.

From a capitalist perspective where everything is about making money, if a football match is held after a summer concert, as long as it's not the Champions League final or a major event, it's normal for the stadium to be in poor condition, like a vegetable garden.

Generally, the weather is colder at the beginning of the year, so influential celebrities won't hold concerts in winter. After all, these people are all wealthy and certainly can't stand wearing skirts and exposing their shoulders in winter.

Although the stadium wasn't full, it still put a lot of pressure on Sun Yu.

Britannia Stadium, which can hold less than 30,000 people, still gets the game incredibly exciting, let alone Wembley Stadium, which has a capacity of more than three times that.

Sun Yu simply cleared his mind and tried not to think about anything.

At this moment, just thinking about the competition will cause my heart rate to spike, and people consume a lot of energy when their heart rate is high.

Upon entering the locker room, Sun Yu clearly felt a sense of oppression.

Although Wembley Stadium has undergone several renovations and its facilities have kept pace with the times, the sounds emanating from the stadium can still be faintly heard.

The shouts from both sets of fans became muffled sounds when they reached the locker room, making everyone feel particularly uncomfortable.

Sun Yu glanced at his teammates' reactions and burst out laughing: "Guys, why aren't you laughing? Don't you like to laugh?"

The guys around him were all changing clothes silently with serious expressions. Sun Yu jokingly teased Shawcross, "Ryan, why is your face so dark?"

Shawcross's armor penetration value +1

Shawcross scoffed, "I've never been afraid of anything!"

After saying that, Shawcross sped up his changing, his movements exuding a sense of power as he undressed.

Sun Yu laughed, "Is this your first time participating in the finals? I don't believe you're not nervous. Look, why is your face red?"

Shawcross seemed to be simmering with rage. He turned and shouted, "Isn't this your first time in the finals too? And you're acting all high and mighty, aren't you?"

Sun Yu laughed even more heartily than before: "I didn't say I wasn't nervous, but seeing how nervous you all are makes me feel much better."

Upon hearing that Sun Yu used this method to relieve tension, his teammates all said he was a bit of a pervert.

Jones summed it up in a rather poetic way: "Happiness is indeed relative."

Sun Yu gave him a high five: "Brother, get yourself excited, don't worry about anything else, all we can do is try to beautify the process as much as possible."

"While winning trophies brings happiness and losing is a disaster, at least you can have a clear conscience if you give it your all!"

Unlike most people, Sun Yu is the kind of person who gains energy just by talking to others.

So whenever the occasion allows, he'll crack jokes; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get a defense-breaking ability.

As everyone changed their clothes and walked out of the players' tunnel, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Arriving at the more open stadium, my suppressed mood immediately felt much better.

After experiencing even worse conditions, the once bustling Wembley Stadium has become surprisingly clean and quiet.

After entering the stadium, Sun Yu glanced at the Arsenal players; Fabregas, Walcott, Van Persie, and Vermaelen were all there.

In other words, Wenger might risk fielding all his key players.

Judging from the starting lineup provided by Arsenal, all the key players are on the list.

Regardless of their condition, the gods have returned to their places.

next moment.

Sun Yu was facing off against Wilshire, who gestured with his chin at him: "Buddy, you've been doing well these past few months!"

The two had played one match in a reserve team warm-up game; this was their second meeting.

Sun Yu also looked up at Wilshire: "It is my honor to be praised by Silver Boy."

Wilshire chuckled and dismissed it: "The ninth-ranked person always knows how to speak properly."

The closer to the match, the more spectators are in the stadium.

After the second warm-up, Sun Yu inexplicably felt a little uneasy.

It's like the difference between being stared at by two people and being stared at by ten people.

So this is what public figures are like!

Back in the locker room, the oppressive feeling of that enclosed space returned to everyone's bodies.

Sun Yu tried taking three deep breaths; it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

This Arsenal team will be quite a challenge for Stoke City.

But whether he's strong or not is an unchangeable fact; whatever happens, Sun Yu will just go for it on the court.

Arsenal's "183 center-back pairing" is absolutely unable to stop themselves when there are high balls.

Seeing that it was almost time, Pulis walked to the center of the locker room.

Just when everyone was waiting for the head coach to give a passionate speech to motivate them,

Stoke City's manager suddenly accelerated, then used all his strength to pull the tactical board to the roof, where it bounced off the wall.

The loud noise startled everyone. Pulis turned around, looked around, and then said loudly, "The whole world knows that Arsenal is better than us. That's a fact we all have to admit."

"So I think the tactics board has become useless for us, since everyone can memorize the tactics."

"Most of you are telling yourselves that you can hold on."

At this point, Pulis's voice suddenly rose: "The moment we think that way, we've already lost!"

"We're going to give them a fight today!"

"Today's match is a fight to the death; we have no other choice!"

"There's no such thing as 'enjoying' football today; nobody can enjoy football in a match like this!"

"Because after losing the final, every time you recall your self-righteous enjoyment, it becomes a self-humiliating experience for the loser!"

"You'll pitifully blame yourself for not giving it your all today, because today might be the only chance of your life to compete for the championship!"

Priss paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together, and said, "These guys are like a bunch of blockheads. Let me show them the right way."

Two or three seconds later, Pulis turned around and shouted hysterically, "As long as we don't win! All you'll ever have is suffering!"

"In that case, let's finish the race despite the pain!"

"We must make our opponents feel pain, hesitate, and feel uncertain!"

"When you make things difficult for Arsenal players, they feel more pressure!"

"Arsena said in the press conference that his team would speed up the pace of the game from the start and beat us!"

"We must fight them from the very first second of the game. We may never be able to hold on, but we can crush their will to fight!"

"Charge! Fight them to the death!"

As Pulis finished speaking, the Stoke City players were all fired up.

Sun Yu shouted, "I have a feeling we can win the final!"

"fighting!"