The next morning, Coach Anderson arrived at Motspur Park earlier than usual. He had spent most of the night replaying yesterday's session in his mind, reviewing footage, and debating his lineup choices. Today, he needed to finalize his decisions.
As he walked into his office, he found Dan Thomas, the head of youth development, already there, poring over some reports. Anderson had requested detailed stats on every player who had trained yesterday, especially the younger ones. Dan looked up as Anderson entered.
"Morning, Coach. You're up early," Dan said, handing over the reports.
"Couldn't sleep much," Anderson replied, skimming through the papers. "Too much riding on this next match."
Dan nodded, understanding the pressure. "What's the plan?"
Anderson sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he considered his options. "The usual starters are solid, but I need to inject some life into the team. Marcus, Harvey, and Fabio impressed me yesterday. They've got something to prove, and that's exactly the kind of fire we need against Chelsea."
"Risky," Dan commented, "but sometimes that's what it takes."
"Exactly," Anderson agreed. "We can't afford to play it safe. Chelsea will punish us if we do. I'm considering starting Marcus in central midfield, Harvey on the right wing, and Fabio as an impact sub. We need to mix things up."
Dan looked thoughtful. "Marcus has been exceptional in the U21s, and he's proven he can handle the pressure in big games. But this is the Premier League. It's a different beast."
"I know," Anderson said, "but he's got the vision and creativity we've been lacking. I'm willing to bet on him. As for Harvey, his pace and ability to take on defenders will keep Chelsea's full-backs busy. And Fabio… he's unpredictable. We'll need that if we're chasing the game."
Dan smiled. "You've got a good mix there. Just be prepared for the criticism if things don't go our way."
Anderson chuckled. "Criticism's part of the job, Dan."
He turned back to the reports, making notes and finalizing his lineup. This was a gamble, but one he believed in.
Later that day, the players gathered in the locker room for the final briefing before training. There was an air of anticipation, as everyone knew that the lineup for the Chelsea match would soon be announced. Coach Anderson entered the room, holding a clipboard, and the chatter died down.
"Alright, listen up," Anderson began, his voice steady and authoritative. "We've got a big match coming up, and I need every one of you to be at your best. Chelsea's not going to give us any easy chances, so we have to create our own."
He glanced around the room, making eye contact with each player. "I've made some changes to the lineup. If you hear your name, good. If you don't, I need you to step up."
"We'll play a 4-2-3-1 formation, with two holding midfielders and one central attacking midfielder."
"In goal: Sergio Rico."
"Defenders: Ryan Sessegnon, Alfie Mawson, Tim Ream, Timothy Fosu-Mensah."
"Midfielders: Tom Cairney, Jean Michaël Seri, Marcus Pearson."
Marcus's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded, determination flashing in his gaze. He had been hoping for this chance, and now that it was here, he wasn't going to let it slip. Coach Anderson continued:
"Forwards: Harvey Elliott, André Schürrle, and Mitrović up top."
"The subs are: Marcus Bettinelli, Hector, Fabio Carvalho, Frank Zambo Anguissa, Steven Sessegnon, Ibrahima Cissé, and Rui Fonte."
"The rest of you," Anderson said, addressing the entire team, "I need you to step up. This isn't just about individual performances—it's about how we play as a unit. Defend together, attack together, and most importantly, fight together."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "We've got a point to prove. Let's go out there and prove it."
The players stood up, energized by Anderson's speech. As they filed out onto the training pitch, Anderson watched them go, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He had made his choices, and now it was up to the team to deliver.
Training was intense. Anderson had the players run through drills designed to exploit Chelsea's weaknesses. He focused on quick transitions, pressing high up the pitch, and creating overloads in the wide areas.
Marcus, Harvey, and Fabio were central to these drills. Anderson could see that they were pushing themselves, eager to prove that they belonged in the starting lineup. Marcus, in particular, seemed to thrive in the central role, his passes crisp and his movement sharp.
As the session went on, Anderson kept a close eye on the team dynamics. He was pleased to see that the younger players were integrating well with the veterans. There were still some rough edges to smooth out, but the potential was there.
By the end of training, Anderson felt more confident in his decisions. The team had responded well, and there was a sense of unity that had been missing in recent weeks. As the players headed back to the locker room, Anderson lingered on the pitch, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
This is it, he thought.