The clearance was successful, and it didn't take long for the Arsenal players to be happy before the referee walked up to Campbell.

Yellow!

Campbell was shown a yellow card by the referee.

"Campbell just flashed the spikes, and even if he didn't tackle someone, he should be given a card." Di Wei nodded, agreeing with the decision.

"That demon deserves to be sent off!" Becker said fiercely.

"Home whistle, this is the home whistle! Campbell's defense is a bit big, but not so bad! 'Arsenal's commentators have good things to say about their players.

After a few words with the referee, Campbell returned to his position as if nothing had happened.

In the Premier League, where the physical collision is more intense than the Bundesliga, a technical team like Arsenal naturally needs hardness if it wants to gain a foothold.

Supporting Arsenal in this regard are the two of defenders Patrick Vieira and centre-back Campbell.

It is also because of their ferocious defense that Arsenal are also known as the "red card team".

It can be said that Campbell is really experienced when it comes to getting cards or something.

"Watch your legs." Campbell said to Ribery.

Ribery, who was walking back, suddenly turned around, a scarred face full of ferocity.

But by this time, Campbell had already gone away, and Ribery had suffered a dark loss, so he could only hold his stomach and walk back to his position.

After this counter-attack, the remaining time of the first half was running out.

Even if both sides are not playing conservatively, there is always a little bit of luck missing from the goal.

1:1, which was also the final score of the first half.

Both sides were not very satisfied with the score, but they were barely able to accept it.

Arsenal's side almost kept pressing Aachen's play, and Aachen's counterattack was also very strong, and he also earned Campbell a yellow card.

If you play like this in the second half, no one can say how many the final score will be.

'If they defend in the second half, we're done.' Manuel said a word of discouragement.

In this game, he was really taught to be a man by Henry.

Again and again, again and again! He always can't stop Henry, he always can't do anything!

Manuel once considered himself a genius, at least now as a strong centre-back.

And in this game, he saw how big football is.

Involuntarily, Manuel recalls United's Ruud van Nistelrooy.

It was also an extremely formidable opponent, even an opponent who made him feel desperate!

Can he really win against such an opponent?

If it weren't for the pride of being a man, Manuel would even want to turn around and run away!

"Don't talk about discouragement!" Bernd roared, "It's hard for us to block their attacks, and they can easily block our counterattacks?" ”

Reflecting on a few of the attacks, Aachen's defenders were a little more courageous.

At the very least, Aachen still has a chance of finding the Arsenal goal.

In particular, Arsenal's defensive core Campbell was yellow carded, and his actions in the second half certainly did not dare to be so arrogant.

But in Zhuo Cunzhi's position, he could clearly see Bernd trembling.

Arsenal defends, can Aachen win?

Bernd did not answer this question.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who was aware of this, also felt a lot of pressure.

If Arsenal scores one more goal, the Champions League will basically be out of play.

But no matter how anxious he was, Zhuo Cunzhi couldn't do anything.

There's really a limit to what he can do defensively.

At this time, he has no better choice than to trust his teammates.

"In the second half, we will definitely score!" Zhuo Cunzhi stood up, "Trust us! ”

"That's right!" Ribery also stood up, "Give me one more chance, the score will definitely be rewritten!" ”

Looking at the different expressions of his teammates, Zhuo Cunzhi could only pray in his heart.

Trust me, and let me believe in you.

On the other side, in the dressing room of Arsenal.

"Still going to attack?" Vieira questioned, "If we play defensive counter-attack, we will definitely eliminate them!" ”

"Arsenal defending on the counter-attack, is it still Arsenal?" Arsene Wenger asked rhetorically.

"But......" Vieira's words were held in his mouth, and in the end nothing came out.

Vieira is well aware that this is not the time to quarrel.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, Arsene Wenger as the manager is the one who can decide the team's tactics.

What's more, they have been together for so long, and he knows this old man's stubborn temper very well.

If he continues, it will only make the situation bigger and bigger.

The fall out between the captain and the manager can also easily put pressure on teammates.

Vieira looked at Arsene Wenger with mixed feelings.

Once, they were like father and son, but now, a little rift has slowly developed between the two.

When did it start?

Since Vieira became a superstar? Since Arsene Wenger announced that the player will be signed once a year after the age of 30? Or ......

Quietly, Vieira looked at Cesc Fabregas's position.

This player is much worse defensively and more technically than him, but the two are in close positions on the court and are responsible for similar things.

In other words, when the youngster became a regular for Arsenal, it was when he left Arsenal.

Staying at Arsenal?

Then he would need to accept the humiliating signing of a one-year contract, and he could be a replacement for Cesc Fabregas, a young man whose salary may not be as good as a Premier League player.

As one of football's best defenders, can Patrick Vieira withstand such humiliation?

The answer, no.

Vieira sat down, supporting Wenger with silence and defying Wenger with silence.

Beside him, Henry patted Vieira on the shoulder.

Perhaps because both sides were French players, Henry inexplicably understood Vieira.

In this regard, Wenger arranged it as if he did not see it.

"Frederick, about sixty minutes into the second half, I'll let you off, you play a little bit more active." Arsene Wenger said.

Ljungberg nodded.

That is, let him consume the opponent's physical strength.

"Jose, I'll let you play." Wenger's expression softened a lot, "I believe in you!" ”

"Yes!" Reyes hurriedly agreed.

Fabregas, who was sitting next to Reyes, looked at his fellow man with envy.

However, he is not in a hurry, he is four years younger than the prodigy Reyes.

Now he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and Wenger did not let him play in order to protect his body that has not yet fully grown.

In terms of strength and technique, he doesn't feel that he is inferior to Reyes at all!

Qualified to be his opponent......

Fabregas's mind suddenly flashed with the figure of Zhuo Cunzhi.

The blood in his chest was burning, which made Fabregas hate his youth a little!

Wait two more years, two more years!