Hleb was tackled straight out of the box by Maghrery, who rolled twice before getting up from the turf.

John, who was just 16 years old, frowned at Alexander Hleb, who was much older than him, and said, "Don't make trouble for yourself. "It's not a good idea to break through one guy up front and then break to the next, especially if it's still Margery. Hleb blinked slyly in his eyes: "No trouble, no trouble at all, what do you say I do" The Belarusian used to be a superstar who played for Barcelona, and there are not many guys who can make him recognize.

The last young man he could recall was Cesc Fabregas, and that was at Arsenal, where he joined Rosicky, one of the best midfielders in all of Europe, to complement the young man and establish him as the leader of the club.

Hleb's final game at Highbury was an FA Cup semi-final, where Arsenal were knocked out by West Ham United, and he remained in the dressing room until everyone left the pitch, and his teacher Arsene Wenger walked in to comfort him – many years ago he walked into his family's paint shop in Minsk – and from then on, a mentorship was written, and Wenger became a source of strength and solace in the most difficult moments of Hleb's career. A few minutes later, the player and agent Roberts walked out of the dressing room, walked through the players' tunnel and walked towards the stairs to the Camp Nou, where Arsène tore up the contract extension that had been prepared for a long time and did not look back! It was the last time Hleb stood in Highbury as an Arsenal player, he had witnessed the Gunners for the first time in the South Stand three years earlier, and now he was going to say goodbye to the empty stadium, but he didn't have a tear, he just felt a big rock weigh on his heart from then on.

Barcelona was the freedom of the football world and he never regained his freedom at Arsenal, starting only two games before leaving the bench and then on loan to Stuttgart.

He wanted to go back to the Gunners, Wenger said NO!

Boss, maybe I just want to say I'm sorry to you.

The gloom in Hleb's eyes still hasn't gone away, and he runs back with a smile, maybe he can think of Collingham as the Fabregas he once was.

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Hydward exclaimed: "Good play! ”

From the beginning, the reserve team controlled by John was not weaker than the first team led by Drinkwater in terms of court control, and even from the situation reflected by the computer software, the effective possession rate of the reserve team was higher. Hleb didn't lose to Vardy's extensive run up front to effectively link up the midfield, a few wide shifts allowed Schneider to pass two good balls, and Lukwani's header just deflected slightly to change the scoreline.

Heidward found that the young players, who had been a little nervous, were infected by the excellent form of the senior players, and became stable. Alan was always panicked when he received the ball, and when he was robbed, he didn't pay attention, John consciously approached to give him a stable exit point, and Vardy never grabbed Allan's ball again in the first half, and even the young man broke through his defense with a human ball.

"Played smartly," Finnen also admired.

Hydward wrote and drew in the notebook in his hand: "John is a player who has to be very fast, he has to be very good on the ball, he has to be very technical, he has to avoid collisions with opponents, and to do this, he has to be very observant, he has to be able to capture the details on the pitch, and he can see anyone's position." ”

Finnan looked at Ward a little strangely and asked tentatively, "You want to give him a chance?" ”

The coach just shook his head and didn't speak.

Compared with the admiration of the coaching staff, Conlingham's face is not good-looking, more than 30 minutes, the reserve team has a close advantage, but it has not scored any goals, and the advantage has not been converted into a win, it is better to retract the defense!

He patted Frell on the shoulder and lowered his voice and said, "Be careful, we'll recover slightly." ”

The big man was flustered, and there was no nonsense, only the word "good".

As the first half drew to a close, there was a certain amount of relaxation in the players' minds, especially after John gave the order to shrink, and the reserves were pressed into the box by Vardy's attacking group before they could come back in one breath.

In Jamie's view, the opposite recovery is a symbol of being scared, how can there be any reason not to chase after the victory?

Vardy left his flanks to concede the corridor to Edouard Mendy, who was pressing up, and he found himself in the box, where the ball came right at his feet. Jamie looked up at the position of his teammate Icardi, and a thought popped through his mind......

Don't pass, Icardi is there anyway, as long as I hit the goal, he can make up for it!

Thinking of this, Vardy shot straight to the goal without warning, his right foot slammed into the bottom end of the ball, and with a bang, the ball flew into the sky with a strong spin.

All beautiful long-range shots will suddenly fall in front of the goal, and this time it is the same, Dave is in the air and tries to stretch his muscles, his hand does not touch the ball, but the ball also does not fly into the net, boom! The ball hit the top edge of the crossbar and flew back into the field.

Jamie Vardy ran back to defend, but just two steps from the back he made a break and the ball was fed back again.

Jamie measured the distance with his eyes, and with a wicked smile, he was ready to shoot from a distance! Suddenly, he saw a familiar shadow, desperately rushing towards this direction.

When Jamie was about to shoot, he suddenly stopped, stepped on the ball at his feet, and the scene suddenly became calm, and he waved to Frell who was a few meters away, meaning you come to defend me!

The big man's eyes narrowed, and he slid six or seven meters away from Vardy, leaving a deep mark on the turf. Jamie was hit so hard that his whole body flew up, and he lost control of the ball, and his face was planted in the turf.

Instead of opting for a simple return pass like the average young player, Frere took two steps and fired a shot from 40 yards out straight towards Enyeama.

Hanging doors!

The Nigerian goalkeeper stood a little forward, and he didn't expect someone to dare to hang his goal, staggering and falling back to catch the ball, and only then did he pick the ball off the goal line dangerously.

Vardy's face immediately fell to the ground, and he hugged his knee and flipped several times in pain in his thigh.

His team-mates gathered around to check on Jamie's injury, and Vardy was in pain and had torn his ligament.

Frell also walked over, expressionless, and just when his teammates thought he was going to apologize to the ball bully in a trembling voice, he just glanced down at Jamie who was lying on the ground, and then said word by word: "I didn't shovel you, don't hum on the ground, get up!" ”

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“……”

The coaching staff saw an accident on the field and called an emergency stop to the game, rushed into the field to pull away Vardy, who wanted to fight, Frell just calmly watched the team dominate, holding the football in his arms, without the slightest wave in his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

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Are you really fearless or are you completely thorough? Hydward didn't get any answers.