With the roar of the Millennium Stadium commentator, Mr. Wilson of Sky Sports also joined his partner Reinkell to report the starting lineup of both sides of the game for the audience in front of the TV--

Chelsea:(4-3-1-2)

Goalkeeper: 1-Peter Cech;

Defence: 5-Michael Essin, 26-John Terry, 6-Ricardo Carvalho, 3-Ashley Cole;

Midfielder: 4-Marklele, 8-Frank Lampard, 13-Michal Barack, / 10-Joe Cole

Forward: 9-South, 11- Didierdrogba

Portsmouth:(4-4-2)

Goalkeeper: 1-David James

Defensive line: 5-Glenn Johnson, 16-Nor Palmalot, 15-Silvini Distin, 7-Hermann Herredalson

Midfielder: 11-Suré Montari, 8-Lasana Diyala, 30-Padro Mendes, 19 Nico Kranica

Forward: 17-John Utaka, 1-David Nugent

"This is the strongest lineup that both sides can rank. It can be imagined that this will be an extremely exciting game!!" Mr. Wilson took a sip of water.

"Portsmouth is indeed very capable. It is definitely not accidental that they can enter the finals. Redknapp's team can always make people shine in key games."

"The competition is about to begin. Let us welcome the decisive battle with the warmest cheers!!"

Xiangnan's eyes were set on the FA Cup championship trophy next to the stadium, the glittering trophy, lying quietly on the side of the stadium, she was waiting, waiting for the birth of the strongest, waiting for the glory and dizzy moments of excitement when she lifted her high.

"Andre, that will be ours!!" Joe Kerr noticed Xiangnan's gaze and said behind Xiangnan. "Yes, she will be ours!!" Chelsea No. 9 nodded heavily!!

In the finals, the real Warriors and Kings have only one goal, that is, championship and honor!!

What?!!

You said runner-up?!!

The runner-up means nothing to the king, this is an insult to a real fighter!!

The glory of the champion is the limit of a man's desperate gaze!!

As the night falls, the lights fill, the passion burns...
Chapter completed!