"Hello to the audience in front of the TV, this is the Champions League quarter-final, Aachen's home game against Arsenal." Di Wei said.

"This is the first time for a Chinese player to participate in the Champions League knockout round, and Zhuo Cunzhi has created the first time for countless Chinese football." Duan Huo said excitedly.

"It should be said that every breakthrough he takes is a small step forward in Chinese football, and he is showing Huaguo to the world." Di Wei also nodded in agreement.

"However, today's opponent is really difficult to deal with." The tone of the two commentators was much more solemn.

'Today, Arsenal had a 451 squad in goal, Lehmann in goal, Ashley Cole, Colo Toure, Campbell and Lauren in defence, Pires, Ljungberg, Reyes, Vieira and Edu in midfield, and Thierry Henry as a lone striker.

"The weight of these names is really scary......" Duan Huo laughed bitterly.

Perhaps it should be fortunate that Bergkamp did not come to the away game due to fear of heights, otherwise Arsenal's squad would have been even more luxurious.

"As for Aachen," Dolvi looked at the information, "the goalkeeper is Benaglio, the backline is Cayas, Henry, Manuel, Spaniel, and Arne, and the midfielder is ......"

Di Wei visibly showed a confused expression.

"Bernd, Frank, Zhuo Cunzhi, Ribery, Mendieta."

"No strikers?" Duan Huo was suddenly stunned.

"This formation, is it 550?" A rather absurd scene appeared in front of him, making Duan Huo keep shaking his head.

You know, there has always been no shortage of people in the Aachen front.

Joao, Christian Sen and Marquez have all been in pretty good form lately.

And Hach, even a single one, was not played.

In the Arsenal dugout, Arsene Wenger was wrinkled and on the surface, it seemed to be the same as usual.

But in reality, people who don't like to talk, tend to think more.

If you change to other famous coaches, you may not care about Hach's strange formation at this time.

After all, no matter what kind of strange formation it is, you have to fight a game first to try the depth, and then it is superfluous to scruple.

But not with Arsene Wenger.

As a man, Arsene Wenger is more of an academic, a professor and a perfectionist than a manager.

Be careful!

Hach called out to Vieira, gesturing to him.

Vieira nodded quietly.

The game officially began, with Arsenal, as the visiting team, kicking off first.

Pires passed the ball to Henry, who got the ball and looked up for the first time to see Aachen's retreating defence.

Bucket formation plus counter-attack, Arsenal's most hated tactic.

Didn't you say that Aachen played offensive football?

Henry felt his feelings being played.

However, after becoming the heart of Arsenal, he is no longer the bad-tempered kid he once was.

Now he is taking on more responsibilities and will focus more on the overall situation.

First of all, let's test it first......

Henry took the ball to the left and moved forward cautiously with it.

Swapping places with Pires and moving to the left with more space has always been a common tactic for Henry.

Naturally, Aachen will not be unprepared for this.

The two defenders in the midfield position, Bernd, Cayas and Thierry Henry, have already taken their positions, just waiting to weave a net for Henry.

"Hach has one more defender than usual, just to deal with Henry's side-shifting." Di Wei can see a little way.

"One more Henry to defend Henry?" Duan Huo laughed, his laughter was quite strange.

Henry saw that the situation was not right, but there was not the slightest fear in his heart, but began to accelerate.

Bernd didn't fail to be polite to him, and he was directly tackled in Henry's back!

Unexpectedly, Aachen's defense was so savage at the beginning, and Henry was unexpected, so he could only change direction awkwardly to dodge.

When he was not on his feet, Cayas came up with a savage charge, and was knocked to the ground by Henry, stealing the ball.

"You're nothing more than that." Barnd walked away with a mocking smile.

Henry's face suddenly darkened a lot.

The referee said two words to Bernd and then let him go.

The Arsenal fans who came to the Tivoli Stadium with the team were immediately unhappy.

"This is the home whistle!"

"Is the home whistle so blatant now?"

"Savage! Off color! Do they really play offensive football too? ”

Arsenal's left flank, that is, Aachen's right side of the defence, looked quite solid and could not be broken for a moment.

Patrick Vieira didn't bother to force the ball and played the ball to Ljungberg on the right.

On the right side of Arsenal, that is, on the left side of Aachen, only Arne is directly responsible for marking Ljungberg.

Ljungberg didn't think much of this little-known young man, and raised his foot to make a bottom-down feint.

The game had just begun, and Ljungberg, who had not yet used his brain to play, could only fight on instinct now.

As if tempered, Ljungberg immediately retracted his feint and ran towards the middle of Aachen.

He didn't look or think, so he didn't see, and Arne wasn't at all fooled by his feints.

Ljungberg, all skills are quite balanced, and he has excellent physical strength.

On top of that, he's a midfielder and he's better at cutting inside than he is at the bottom.

This kind of simple information, Arne is still clear.

Seeing Ljungberg trying to cut in, just as expected, Arne watched his movements......

Now is the time!

With one interception, Ljungberg passed, but the ball was kept!

Not caring about Ljungberg's mood behind him, Arne did not control the ball much and passed directly to Ribery in front.

Ribery received the ball accurately, only to feel the blood boiling in his chest!

Arsene Wenger, Pires, Thierry Henry, Patrick Vieira......

These are Frenchmen, French people like him Ribery.

The difference is that they are both French who have already made a name for themselves, and they are the idols of Ribery in the past!

And now, the two sides are playing on the same platform.

At this moment, Ribery really felt that he was different from before.

He was no longer the brick movers.

Let you also see my strength!

Ribery roared in his heart, but he was quite calm.

Facing Lauren head-on, Ribery accelerated to dribble the ball, and under Lauren's frightened and inexplicable gaze, he ran directly with the ball towards the bottom line!

What a quick start!

That was the first feeling of right-back Lauren.

What a speed!

This is the first feeling of Arsenal fans.

Opportunity!

This is the cry of the Aachen fans.

"Ribery, kill them!"

"Who is this player? Lauren was just by him? ”

"He seems to be a Frenchman......"

At this moment, Ribery felt like lightning!

But......

"That's it!"