"I'll make sure again, old man, you're not joking with me, are you?"

Before the opening, Tang Wu deliberately dragged it out at the end and confirmed it again.

"Of course not!" "As long as you can lead Arsenal by two goals in the second half, I will allow you to take the penalty. ”

"Hey! Wait, the old man agreed! As soon as Lajili finished speaking, Tang Wu ran out to catch up with his teammates in front.

"The old man is joking with you, you are serious!" In Lampard's view, Ranli was just a little joke with Tang Wu.

The Gunners, who trailed by one goal, were bound to step up their attack in the second half, and if the Blues did have a two-goal lead, they would definitely change tactics and keep the score.

When the time comes, Chelsea, which is dedicated to defense, will not go to the opponent's penalty area to make points, and it is uncertain whether they will continue to attack.

"That's why I'm looking for you!" Tang Wu patted Lampard on the shoulder meaningfully, "Frank, don't forget what we've been practicing these days. ”

'You mean,' Lampard said with some uncertainty, "how long have we been practicing?" And I've never been in an official competition..."

"Isn't it the official competition now!" Tang Wu interrupted Frank Lampard, who hesitated, "Anyway, sooner or later, you have to practice, who is the opponent?" ”

"Well, I can only try, but I can't guarantee that I will do it every ball. It's a waste of opportunity, and the fans don't necessarily buy it. ”

"It's okay, I trust you!" Tang Wu gave Frank Lampard a thumbs up and ran towards goal.

In the second half, the professor decisively replaced Edu, who was almost roaming, and Bergkamp, the ice prince, appeared in the midfield position.

The original 442 became 4312 because of Bergkamp's play, and the fans at Highbury Stadium erupted in shocking cheers from the moment they saw the Ice Prince on the field.

"Dennis, Dennis!"

"Dennis, kick them out and let these hillbillies know this is not the place for them to go wild!"

"Dennis, get these nouveau riche out of the Champions Cup!"

Seeing Bergkamp on the field, Tang Wu deliberately walked up to Makelele and whispered: "Crowder, how about I handed him over to you." ”

"No problem!" The French midfielder is not afraid of the Dutch striker.

"No!" Tang Wu shook his head, "Claude, you didn't understand what I meant. ”

"What do you mean..."

Glancing at Bergkamp, who was moving his ankles, Tang Wu said in a low voice: "Crowder, I need you to put out one hundred and twenty points of energy to deal with him, I don't want to see him easily get the ball within three meters outside the penalty area." ”

"What do you mean—" Makelele glanced like a villain in a movie, and wiped his hand against his neck.

"Then I don't care, I'll let William help you when the time comes."

"Okay, I see." Makelle nodded emphatically.

If Tang Wu really wants to dream of scoring, Chelsea must continue to control the situation and control the rhythm in the second half.

At the very least, the situation cannot be worse than the first half.

And Bergkamp's arrival will undoubtedly break that situation.

The Ice Prince's possession and vision up front were absolutely top-notch, and as long as he casually delivered a few dangerous crosses, the quagmire that Chelsea had laid for 45 minutes would be broken.

At that time, whether it is a positional battle with the Gunners or a counterattack with each other, with Arsenal's offensive ability, it will basically be a matter of minutes to penetrate the gate guarded by Tang Wu.

Don't let you spoil me!

Tang Wu viciously looked at Bergkamp who was holding the ball on the edge of the middle circle, and the ice prince glanced at Tang Wu calmly, gently distributed the ball to his teammates on the side, and ran towards the front court.

Two over one!

Simple and effective fit.

On a football field, the wall-to-wall fit is very practical.

With a two-on-one, two-over-two, two-over-three or even two-over-four, Bergkamp didn't stick to the ball, but used his expansive vision to anticipate and penetrate the Chelsea half little by little with a small short pass.

Looking at the dazzling pass, Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but admire.

'The balls that Bergkamp passed after coming on the pitch were really beautiful, they flowed like this, and this is Arsenal's gorgeous football.

"Tang Wu is in danger!" Zhan Jun was also staring at the screen.

Huang Jianxiang glanced at his colleague next to him and added, "Yes, Chelsea are in danger. ”

Straight stopper, knockback, horizontal pull, diagonal pass...

After three passes and two downs, the Ice Prince received Pire's return pass from five metres at the top of the Chelsea arc.

This time, however, the Ice Prince didn't move forward or find someone to hit the wall, he stepped on the ball and stood in place, frowning.

This is the first time he has broken into the "quagmire" of Chelsea since he came on the field, and at this moment, the ice prince deeply felt the helplessness of the gun king in the first half.

Interspersed with running positions, stepping forward to interfere, close to the defense, and pinching and encirclement.

These four sets of tricks are linked together, step by step, to divide the Arsenal ball carriers, and then form a break.

Looking at the Chelsea players around him, the Ice Prince turned his attention to Claude Makellele, who was standing in front of him.

This black guy is not having a good time!

Bergkamp naturally knows how powerful Makelle is.

With a gentle push of his right foot towards the front right, Makelele took only a small step back and immediately stood up.

The Ice Prince immediately retracted the test ball at his feet, and through Makellele's backward steps, he had confirmed the defensive intent of the French midfielder.

"It's not easy to do!" The Ice Prince glanced at the front of the field with an extremely concealed look, and with the exception of Pire, who could run out of space on the wing, Henry and Reyes were surrounded by a group of blue players.

Although the Blues have only so many defenders, due to the dense positioning, no matter which one they pass to, they will be surrounded by the opponent.

At the moment when the Ice Prince hesitated, Makelle moved like a rabbit and suddenly stepped forward to grab it.

The seasoned Gunners didn't panic and knocked the ball behind him with his right foot while keeping out Claude Makelele with his body.

Height has always been Makellele's weakness, and after blocking Makelele's up-and-coming with his elbow, the Ice Prince's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a gap.

The gap will not disappear with the movement of the rest of the Chelsea players, but with Claude Makelle's disposition.

Behind Makelele, who was on the rise, there was a passage leading to the Chelsea door. And in this passage, there is only a young man wearing special gloves.

"Good chance!" How did the Ice Prince miss such a great opportunity? With a sharp elbow slam, Makelle pushed a few centimeters away to the right. At the same time, with a swing of the left leg, it is about to kick the ball.

"That's not right..."

The Ice Prince's eagle-like eyes were extremely sharp, and he clearly saw that when he found that he was about to shoot, the corner of the left side of the mouth of the young Chinese goalkeeper with a slight knee was slowly rising.

"Bang!"

The ball came out.

In the midst of an exclamation, the ball flew over the heads of Terry and the others, heading towards the right.

Piret jumped up near the corner and put his right foot out in front of him.

Bridge, of course, didn't waste such a good opportunity, and immediately stepped forward to put a tackle and shoveled the ball off the touchline.

"He found out?!" Seeing the linesman award the throw-in to the Gunners, Tang Wu was disappointed.

The "gap" that the Ice Prince saw was deliberately exposed by Tang Wu to his opponent.

Because Tang Wu had already relied on the half-squat posture to adjust his center of gravity to the side.

As long as Bergkamp gets his feet, he leaks out of the right side of the goal, even if it is a dead corner, he is confident to block.

But at the last moment, Bergkamp saw through it and passed the ball to Pire, who was on the wing.

"If you don't block him, I don't want to score today!"

......

Lauren ran up from behind and took the ball from Pire's hand. It seems that the Gunners are not willing to give up this opportunity to attack.

Tang Wu stood at the near post, directing Terry and the others to keep an eye on Henry and the others.

The ball was tossed and Vieira, who was inserted, used his strong body and height to keep Parker at bay.

With no way to turn, Vieira pushed the ball straight to Lauren.

"Mayer, here!"

Bergkamp gave a soft shout, and the Cameroonian defender did not hesitate to push the ball towards the newly entered Ice Prince.

"Yo!"

There was an exclamation from the near stands.

Facing the incoming ball, Bergkamp flicked it from the air to the back of his head with a gentle toe on his toes.

Throw his right arm around the defender and flick it hard, not only was Lampard pushed to the left, but he also used this force to turn sharply and chase the ball.

"It's... This is a rainbow masterpiece! Zhan Jun was also full of surprise.

In the Premier League, where "hand-to-hand combat" is the mainstream, Bergkamp is one of the few superstars in this utilitarian football world who still insists on playing art football.

Since John. Cruyff and Marco. After Van Basten, Bergkamp's artistic football was on full display with the Gunners.

Bergkamp had fewer touches of the ball before scoring than the average player, sometimes just once, sometimes two or three times, but every time the Ice Prince scored, he was remembered.

Thierry Henry is a top killer, while Bergkamp is a unique creator.

The cool, unsmiling Dutchman seemed to have anticipated what was to come after he got rid of Frank Lampard with such a wild pass.

Flick the ball back with his right foot and let go of Gala's tackle.

"Dennis..."

"Evaded William's shovel again!"

"Oh my, he's a dancing elf on the pitch!"

The home commentator was not shy about his praise, giving every word of praise he could think of to the Dutch striker who was sent by Arsene Wenger to save the Gunners.

"Heh..."

In the noisy stadium, except for Tang Wu himself, no one heard this secret smile.

Just past Gala, the ball at the Ice Prince's feet was a little uncomfortable. Just as he was about to adjust with the next step, a blue-black figure suddenly slammed into Bergkamp from the side. The Dutchman fell sideways as if he had been hit by a train without brakes.

The Ice Prince, who lost his balance in an instant, was like a man in the water, desperately grasping at everything around him that could be grasped.

Makelele, who grabbed the ball, was just about to clear the ball when a strong pull pulled him aside and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Beep!!!

The referee's whistle blew immediately.

Players from both sides gathered around.

"Fake, are you going to kill him?" Lauren was nearby and immediately pulled Makelele aside rudely from Bergkamp and yelled at him.

Terry also ran over and protected his teammates.

Lampard leaned down and asked: 'Crowder, how are you?' ”

"I... I think I've twisted my foot, but, I don't know—" Makelele was sweating profusely, clutching his right ankle and gritting his teeth.

"Team doctor, team doctor!" The caller was Reyes of the gunman.

The young player's face was full of horror and he danced and shouted at the team doctor who ran into the stadium.

The players on both sides gathered around, and the grumpy Parker and Reyes yelled at each other with their chests on their chests; More players are surrounding their teammates to check on injuries.

"Oh! Thank God! Feliquez let out a sigh, "No bones." ”

"Claude, you try to turn left."

"Slow down, slow down..."

"To the right?"

"Just a little painful?"

"Okay, no problem!"

Feliquez quickly judged the injury and looked up to Terry who was guarding the sidelines and said, "I suggest that Crowder get off the field immediately, and if he recovers well, he may play again in the next game." ”

Terry breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up and made a rotational gesture towards Larney.

Glen Charles had already changed his equipment and warmed up on the sidelines, and after watching it, he nodded and began to think about the next "plot".

On the gunner's side, the Ice Prince still closed his eyes, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his cheeks, looking extremely painful.

Judging from the replay just above the head, Makelele's right foot and Bergkamp's left foot were entangled after the two fell to the ground, and because Makelele was on Bergkamp, when the two feet twisted, Bergkamp's left foot superimposed the strength of Makelele's fall and his weight.

So even though Makelle could already sit on the ground and rub his feet, the Ice Prince still fell to the ground.

Piret was the first to stand up and shook his head at Arsene Wenger.

Seeing such a scene, the professor opened his mouth wide and yelled at the fourth official: "Is this the Premier League? I'm not in the wrong place, am I? I thought it was a slaughterhouse! ”

"Yellow card? Why? You tell me that this is clearly an intentional foul! ”

"Red card, this should be a red card!"

The professor roared loudly, but the fourth official did not react except to be in the wind.

Looking at the yellow card shown by the referee, Makelele and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of physical confrontation is a foul at best. In the fierce Premier League, side impacts are not uncommon. Had it not been for Bergkamp who also dragged Makelele down and sprained himself, the referee might have decided whether to blow the whistle based on whether the attack was effective or not.

But there are no ifs on the pitch.

Makelle had just been helped up from the ground and looked at Tang Wu who ran over, "I did my best, I didn't expect..."

"It's okay Claude! I'm satisfied! Tang Wu stopped Makelle's self-blame, "You've done a good job!" I'm so proud of you. ”

"Walter? Are you satisfied? You call this a good thing? As soon as Tang Wu finished speaking, the back collar was instantly grabbed by a hand, and his entire body was dragged back.

"Yellow-skinned pig, what did you just say?" Reyes was behind Tang Wu, and he couldn't scare Parker, so he wanted to come to Tang Wu's trouble.

"Ahem, cough, cough..." Tang Wu's neck was tightened, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Hey, what are you doing, you let go!" Bridges and the others hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

Referee Merck had just written Makelele's name, and when he saw this, he stepped forward again and pulled the two teams apart.

After asking the ins and outs, he held up a yellow card again, this time aimed at Reyes.

"Farke, why did you give me a yellow card? One of them is an executioner, the other is a murderer! Why should I be given a yellow card? Reyes yelled at Tang Wu like a madman.