4312, this is a formation that the Crystal Palace players have never tried, this is a temporary adjustment made by Wen Sheng on the field, in fact, it is not difficult for the players to adapt, they have experienced more than half a season, dozens of games of tempering, they have a strong sense of tacit understanding.

Wen Sheng's adjustment is to put it bluntly for defense, limiting Kanu and Boateng, and the backcourt does not need to consider the problem of offense, just concentrate on defense.

has been suppressed by Portsmouth for more than ten minutes, the game has come to 70 minutes, Crystal Palace fans have not had a good time during this time, everyone is very nervous, who would have expected a Kanu to stir up the storm.

Wen Sheng looked at Grant, and said in his heart that after all, he had led Chelsea, after all, he was the head coach who led Israel to the World Cup, and he still had two brushes.

You're not a bale and I'm not a bale either! Wen Sheng snorted coldly.

The Crystal Palace players were instructed by Wensheng to immediately change formations and change defensive positions, and thanks to the long-term tacit understanding between the players, Crystal Palace immediately formed a very solid joint defensive state.

The effect was immediate, and Portsmouthton was dumbfounded.

Grant was frowning and distressed, his team had no good luck in the game, they had a chance to take the lead in the first half, and his team had a good chance to equalise in the second half, but they all missed it!

There's no denying that Palace have created some chances, but Grant doesn't think their chances are better than their own, so it can only be down to luck.

As the minutes passed, Portsmouth gradually became tired, and there was no way to mute the fire, and no good opportunities could be created even if they tried to find a way, and everyone would suffer from burnout.

Grant made another substitution, but his adjustment was quite interesting, using Utaka to replace Boateng, he increased the number of people in the box, Boateng was very unhappy, he thought he was the best one to play, but Grant did not keep him.

With a little anger, he sat back on the bench, comforted by his teammates next to him.

Grant doesn't care about Boateng's reaction, Boateng is not a striker, can he go up to the box?!

He is not Wen Sheng, and if he changes Wen Sheng, he may not be able to make the move of letting Boateng go to the center, after all, the prince of violent aesthetics has a very good body.

Utaka is not much different from Dindane on the field, he is less than 1.8 meters tall, physical confrontation is not a strong point, his strong point is speed, but the Crystal Palace defense is already very tight, giving him little space, so it is not surprising that he was lost in the Crystal Palace penalty area.

Wen Sheng stubbornly suppressed the team's desire to attack, the time has reached more than eighty minutes, the team does not need to pursue another goal, the team's task is to defend.

"Sean, watch behind you!"

"Slow down! Don't press up! ”

"Stay in formation!"

The Crystal Palace fans in the stands jumped and sang and cheered on the players as they waited for the game to end.

Parrish and the others rose from their seats, anxiously awaiting the final whistle.

Clattenburg played a stoppage-time card on the sidelines.

"5 minutes!"

"Fack!" Wen Sheng was furious, the game was clean on both sides, and the interruption of the second half was far from reaching five minutes.

"Fuck it, five minutes of stoppage time!" Wen Sheng ran quickly to Clattenberg, pointing to his watch with great anger.

"Please calm down! Wen! "Clattenberg, as usual, is appeased.

"I'm going to calm down! How the fucking five minutes are all figured out?! Wen Sheng was really angry.

"Calm down, calm down!" What Clattenberg turned over and over was to persuade Wen Sheng to calm down, and there was no other explanation.

Wen Sheng brushed his sleeves away, he didn't want to make a noise, it was useless to talk about it.

What if you give ten minutes, the iron bucket-like Crystal Palace is not leaking, Portsmouth is making a final effort, but to no avail, in the anticipation of Crystal Palace fans, Chris. Foy finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

1:0！ Crystal Palace won the FA Cup 09-10 with a narrow win over Portsmouth at Wembley and qualified for next season's Europa League group stage.

Wen Sheng and the rest of the bench rushed to the pitch, and the Crystal Palace fans cheered and Parrish hugged each other in congratulations.

"Well done!"

"Good work!"

"Great!"

Amid the laughter, the Crystal Palace players hugged each other tightly, who would have thought a few months ago that they would make history for the club today?!

But history needs people to write it, and their names will always be recorded by the Crystal Palace.

Someone can't wait to take out the champagne and spray it.

Several seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys have always been afraid of Wen Sheng, but today they were surprisingly bold and actually sprayed champagne on Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng hurriedly ran around to dodge, and accidentally hid on the side of Portsmouth.

There was no way, Wen Sheng had to politely shake hands with the Portsmouth players.

These guys were a little sad, shaking hands with Wen Sheng absentmindedly, and they didn't even say a word of blessing.

Or their head coach Grant is interesting enough.

"Congratulations!" Grant's smile was a little forced.

Wen Sheng was a little unbearable, although the shell he possessed was Chinese, but he was indeed an authentic British, or a native of Croydon, and the media was already boasting during this time, my British is going to be an emperor star coach!

Grant is different, a thousand designs, several times to jump ship to the same clan of the old iron, the result is very unlucky, meet people unladylike, Chelsea treated him like garbage swept out of the door, back to Portsmouth he was the club's most pit coach when he took office, it is not easy for outsiders to work hard here.

However, after becoming the king and defeating the king, Wen Sheng put his sympathy behind him.

"Thank you! Mr. Grant, we're just on the lucky side! ”

Leaving Grant, Wen Sheng saw Boateng standing alone on the edge of the field watching the Crystal Palace players celebrating in the stadium, and he walked over with a thought.

"Hey! Kevin! Wen Sheng patted Boateng on the shoulder from behind.

Boateng turned his face to see Wen Sheng, and reluctantly stretched out his hand to hold Wen Sheng's hand, without any indication in his mouth.

"How?! There is no interest in coming to my team! Not only will you be able to play in the Premier League next season, but you will also be able to play in Europe! Wen Sheng whispered an invitation.

Boateng looked confused, he didn't expect Wen Sheng to give him such a play.

Wen Sheng smiled, "Think about it, I'm looking forward to your joining!" ”

Leaving Boateng in a daze, Wen Sheng happily walked away.

……..

The FA staff set up a stadium celebration table, and Wen Sheng waited on the sidelines to present the awards.

When the time came, as the head coach of the team, Wen Sheng was pushed by Delhi and walked in the forefront, there is no doubt that the biggest contributor to the team's championship is that everyone thinks that Wen Sheng is in their hearts, without him there would be no today.

That's what the fans couldn't agree more.

Wen Sheng walked up the stairs, and the fans on both sides of the passage high-fived him.

Soon he came to a special position, which was the place of his grandparents.

"Well done! Danny! ”

"Congratulations! Danny! ”

Charlie and Susan hugged Wen Sheng tightly, very excited, Wen Sheng comforted them, and the three of them separated for a long time.

A few steps later, Cheryl was waiting for him with open arms.

Wen Sheng didn't say anything, hugging Cheryl was a deep kiss, and this picture was also the most intoxicating scene in the FA Cup this season, and reporters took this photo one after another.