Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 533 The competition begins, the unstoppable team

In the blink of an eye.

Time is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, rushing by at lightning speed and passing by so quickly that people don't even have time to catch its trace.

Before we knew it, the U-17 World Cup tournament between the British U-17 team and the Swiss U-17 team has quietly arrived.

On the morning of the match, the sky over London seemed to be covered by a huge dark curtain.

Fine rain threads, like cow hair, fluttered down slowly and leisurely from the gloomy sky.

The raindrops fell softly on every inch of the London Sports Center, adding a hazy and cool unique atmosphere to this magnificent and imposing building.

Outside the sports center, the wet streets were shimmering with water under the rain.

Occasionally, a vehicle would rush past like an arrow, its wheels rubbing against the ground, splashing a string of crystal clear, pearl-like water droplets, attracting the attention of pedestrians who were hurriedly walking with umbrellas on the roadside.

These pedestrians walked hurriedly, but their eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation, and they seemed to be eager to attend this world-renowned sporting event.

As we stepped into the stadium, the scene before us was completely different from the gloomy and rainy day outside, as if we were in two completely different worlds.

At this moment, the stadium was already packed with people. The dense crowd of spectators was like a surging tide, pouring in from all corners and directions of the city, filling the entire stand without a single gap.

Every seat was occupied by a passionate and excited fan.

Without exception, their faces were filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, and their eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, fixed tightly on the center of the field, unwilling to move away for a moment.

Compared with the drizzle outside, the atmosphere inside is as passionate as a blazing fire. The scorching temperature seems to be able to ignite the entire stadium at any time and set off a storm of passion.

Since this is the home ground of the host country, the United Kingdom, 99% of the spectators in the stadium are local people.

They were wearing a variety of clothing with the British team logo.

Some wore T-shirts with the British team's logo, some wore colorful cloaks with the British team's flag, and waved flags of various sizes in their hands, which were filled with words of support for the British team.

Each of them was extremely excited, their excitement was beyond words, and the sounds coming out of their mouths were like surging waves crashing against the shore, one after another, strongly impacting the entire stadium.

"The British U-17 team must win!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

"Let those so-called world number two guys see the true strength of our British tennis!"

Various shouts filled with passion, fighting spirit and deep expectations for the British team intertwined together, converging into an extremely powerful wave of sound.

It surged back and forth in the arena, echoing continuously, as if to make the walls of the entire arena buzz.

As the heated scene continued to grow, the huge stadium was instantly completely drowned out by the sounds, and almost every corner was filled with enthusiastic support and passionate encouragement for the British team.

In a relatively quiet and inconspicuous corner of the auditorium.

The players of the French U-17 team have taken their seats in an orderly manner.

They all wore uniforms with the distinctive logo of the French team. The unique design and color made them look particularly energetic and high-spirited.

at this time.

They watched everything in the arena quietly, and everyone had a different expression.

Some contestants frowned, as if lost in deep thought, the slightly wrinkled lines on their foreheads seeming to reveal their inner worries;

Some of them tilted their heads slightly, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

"How foolish!"

One of the contestants frowned slightly and sighed softly, with an indescribable emotion in his tone.

"There's been a lot of scary information flying around about Beichuan lately, and the contestants' faces almost paled with fear the moment they heard it."

"But these British audiences, on the other hand, are incredibly enthusiastic. It's truly a case of ignorance being fearless."

The person who spoke was Dimodi Moro. As he spoke, he reached out and gently and carefully straightened his slightly wrinkled team uniform.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in that smile.

Immediately, his gaze, like a sharp hawk, instantly turned to the entrance of the Swiss U-17 team, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"Leaving aside these blindly optimistic audiences,"

He continued, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in this small corner.

"The British U-17 team was already in a very passive position against the Swiss U-17 team."

"Beichuan alone is enough to give the British team a hard time, not to mention the rest of the Swiss team."

"You know, the Swiss U-17 team has never left the ranks of the Big 4 in the U-17 World Cup!"

"Furthermore, from the very beginning of the back-and-forth battle between the two sides until now, the British U-17 team seems to have gained no advantage at all and has always been at a disadvantage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire French U-17 team fell into silence.

The images of the British U-17 team and the Swiss U-17 team involuntarily emerged in their minds.

The British team is like a group of brave men marching forward fearlessly in the rain.

The Swiss team, on the other hand, is like a ferocious and terrifying dragon, powerful and mysterious, treating the brave as easy prey to be captured, making people afraid to approach them.

However, when they compared the French U-17 team with these two teams in their minds, they found it difficult to find an appropriate description.

A complex and inexplicable emotion surged in their hearts, including in-depth thinking about their own strength and deep worry about the future direction of the game.

On the other side of the field, the German U-17 team is located in the area.

Jurgen Barisavich Polk stood there with his posture upright, like a vigorous, upright and unshakable pine tree, standing out from the crowd.

His eyes slowly scanned the audience inch by inch, their enthusiasm almost to the point of madness, and a hint of deep worry was revealed in his eyes.

The cheers and shouts from the scene came in wave after wave like a surging tide, but he seemed unmoved like a statue, immersed in his own deep thoughts.

Then he cleared his throat slightly and gave this admonition in a low but penetrating voice, as if coming from deep in his chest.

"The Swiss U-17 team will definitely be our biggest enemy on our way to winning the U-17 World Cup!"

"The England U-17 team was completely powerless to stop the opponent's advance."

"Combined with the information we have about some players on the Swiss U-17 national team, our advantage is gone!"