Arsenal's first chance of killing came with five minutes to go before half-time, and before that, Arsenal's attack was as if they were greeting an acquaintance on the side of the road.

Ljungberg was denied off by Lahm on the right, but this time, with the help of Parol and Bergkamp, he finally managed to tear a hole open, and the Swede happily dribbled into the dangerous area of Notts County.

On the right side of the penalty area, Ljungberg sent a low cross that Henry shot straight at the goal, and the ball went straight towards the Notts County goal.

If Arsenal do manage to score at this point in time, it will be a shocking news for Notts County.

Loew screamed bad the moment Ljungberg passed the ball, according to his script, this attack was the last attack that Notts County needed to defend, and then in the last few minutes before the end of the first half, it would be Notts County's raid time, if Notts County can score, I dare not say that the game can be won 100%, at least Notts County will have the absolute initiative.

But Ljungberg's sudden attack completely disrupted his arrangement, whether Arsenal scored or not, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Notts County to play a wave of raids, the psychological changes of the players are difficult to grasp, after the opponent almost scored, what he needs to consider is completely different, and under the palpitations, maybe more hope to be able to stabilize the defense.

Thierry Henry's shot touched the hearts of the fans, and the situation of the game will change with the result of the goal, which is the charm of football.

To the exclamations of the fans, Henry's shot hit the crossbar hard.

"Boom!" The sound can be heard even in the hustle and bustle of the stadium.

The angle of the ball rebound was very terrifying, and the sight was even straight up and down, Ben Foster quickly got up and hugged the ball in embarrassment, and let out a cold sweat.

Seeing this scene, Henry immediately ran to the referee's side, constantly emphasizing that the ball had flown into the goal, and it was the Notts County goalkeeper who fished the ball out of the goal, and Bergkamp and Pire also hurried around to put pressure on the referee, although they were not sure whether the ball really flew into the goal, but at this time, who cares what the facts are, as long as the referee makes a decision in their favor.

The referee waved his hand, firmly indicating that it was not a goal, and then regardless of the Arsenal players who continued to pester him, he ran quickly towards the Arsenal half, because Ben Foster had already launched a fast attack with the ball thrown by hand, and the ball had reached the Arsenal half after a quick pass at this time.

Arsene Wenger was furious on the sidelines, not only because the goal in his eyes was not awarded, but also because of the sudden attack of Notts County, you know, at this time, Arsenal only had Vieira and two central defenders at the back, and the other players had already assisted in the front.

On the Notts County side, Ribery took the ball and quickly rushed forward on the left side, with the athletic Merreles on his side, Kuyt in the middle to follow up, and the running Bosingwa on the right side, 4 to 3, which was very beneficial to Notts County in terms of situation.

Loew's heart was tense, even more tense than in any game he had coached, and the deafening screams on the pitch couldn't stop him from staring at every second of the motion.

David's image is not much better, a brisk stride to the sidelines, like a fanatical fan cheering for every attack of the team, frustrated by every goal conceded by the team.

Ribery was still dribbling the ball quickly and moving towards the middle, squeezing the space.

Patrick Vieira is very experienced, but he keeps pushing Ribery but doesn't take the ball and slows down Notts County's attack, and at this time they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and must be on standby.

Ribery was very jealous of Vieira's super midfielder, and after seeing Arsenal's two centre-backs pulled away by Kuyt and Meireles, he immediately made a sharp stop and passed the ball to the sprinting path of Bosingwa on the right diagonally behind.

Arsenal's backline was taken aback, Campbell could only let go of Meireles next to him and go straight to Bosingva, but the only thing he could do was that Meireles, a defensive midfielder, was not very capable of shooting, and if Bosingwa passed it to him, he could play high.

If the opponent does not take the initiative to make mistakes, no matter how you look at it, the attacker has a better chance of winning in the end.

Sure enough, what Campbell feared most happened, as soon as Meireles was empty, Bosingwa did not hesitate to pass the ball to his feet, and the Portuguese midfielder faced the Arsenal goalkeeper.

Although Meireles' main position in Notts County is a defensive midfielder, it does not mean that Meireles does not have attacking ability, especially shooting ability, on the contrary, Meireles is even better than many midfielders in this attribute.

He knows very well that at this time he bears the fate of the team, if this goal is scored, then he is a hero, if he doesn't score, then sorry, he is a sinner, and there is no third result.

Heaven and hell were in the palm of his mind, and Mereles had never felt so important to him, his heart as if it were about to burst through his chest.

Aiming for the top right corner of the goal, Mereles slammed the ball into the middle of the goal, and the ball flew towards the goal with almost no spin.

The eyes followed the ball, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

Seaman's saves were textbook-like, standard and stretched, but when the ball flew from his fingertips into the goal behind him, it was all meaningless.

With a "boom", the Meadow Lane stadium was as feverish as a volcanic eruption, and the fans cheered hoarsely, and even the rhythmic vibration of the stands could be felt.

Meireles seemed to be stupid after scoring the goal, although his mind was spinning when he shot, but at this time it became a blank, just staring blankly at the ball bouncing in the goal, again and again.

Villa and Kuyt, who were closest to him, had already rushed to his side screaming frantically, hugging Mereles' shoulders and shaking them with excitement, as if they wanted to shake Mereles's body into parts to let their blood out.

Loew threw a hard punch into the void, he couldn't say more praise, he was very proud of his players, they did a good job of their tactical set-up, completed the counterattack at the right time, and took the initiative of the game into their own hands.