“sche#%@！” Hach spewed a German curse from the sidelines.

A ball! Just a ball! It was enough to make the form of both sides reversed.

The score is now 1-1, but Arsenal still have a half-goal advantage on the road, considering this is Aachen's home stadium.

If it ends with such a scoreline, Aachen will have to win against Arsenal at Arsenal's home stadium of Highbury, or a draw of 2-2 or more.

For Aachen, such a request was too demanding.

It can even be said that even if Aachen pulls back another goal and ends the battle with a score of 2:1, it will still be unfavorable to Aachen.

At Highbury Stadium, it is difficult for Aachen to even get a draw, and only needs to play a 1:0 in reverse, and Aachen will definitely lose!

What to do?

Hach's head spun wildly, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything, but felt like his head was blank!

Unable to think of a solution, Hahe was so anxious that he kept tugging at his hair.

On the other side, at the moment of equalising, Wenger clenched his fists in excitement, but has now regained his composure.

With the current scoreline, if Arsenal want to win, the next step is to play defensive counter-attack.

However, defending on the counter-attack has never been an option for Arsene Wenger.

Arsenal only attack, keep attacking!

When the game resumed, the Aachen side was dumbfounded.

Fast passing, fast attacking, often two or three foot passes can defeat the enemy to death.

Same as Arsenal, who were behind before!

"They're attacking?" Hach turned to Benjamin beside him, "Are they still attacking?" ”

Hahe couldn't believe his eyes, he just felt like he was dreaming.

"Looks like so." Benjamin seemed to be speaking to himself, in a very small voice.

However, Hach heard it clearly.

"There's a chance! There's still a chance! Hach shouted frantically at the players on the field.

And the players on the field can more intuitively experience Arsenal's attack.

Arsenal continue to attack, and there is no small possibility of slaughtering Aachen.

But at the same time, to continue to attack like this is doomed to ignore the team's defense.

Such a choice adds a bit of risk to Arsenal's promotion.

This is also Aachen's chance!

The Aachen players, although they don't understand what Arsenal's style of play means, are unlikely to pass up this opportunity.

On the other side, Zhuo Cunzhi looked at Wenger thoughtfully.

Attack, only attack, non-stop attack.

It's Arsenal's way of playing.

Compared with strength, maybe Aachen is much worse than Arsenal, but this kind of temperament and pursuit, there is really a big gap between the two sides.

Is this Arsenal?

Zhuo Cunzhi sighed inexplicably in his heart, but the fierce game did not have much time for him to think about life, and Arsenal's offensive was already surging like a tide!

Defend solidly! Don't worry!

Zhuo Cunzhi gestured to his teammates.

However, his teammates didn't know whether they didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it, and they were more and more excited one by one.

No, you can't kick like that.

Zhuo Cunzhi did not pass the ball immediately, but controlled the ball at his feet and slowly took two steps forward.

Zhuo Cunzhi, as the core, deliberately slowed down the pace, and the players in Aachen could only slow down.

Vieira pressed up, knowing that he couldn't hit him, but Zhuo Cunzhi was not afraid at all, and kept going around in circles to avoid Vieira's impact and tackle.

When he couldn't dodge, Zhuo Cunzhi passed the ball directly, whether it was Ribery on the left or Mendieta on the right, they were all trusted teammates.

"Aachen played very steadily." "They don't look like they're in a hurry when they just conceded the ball. ”

"This is Zhuo Cun's ambition to control the rhythm." Duan Huo is quite discerning, "Arsenal's hard power is stronger than Aachen after all, so you can't rush." ”

“f*ck！” On the other side, Vieira felt like he was playing rather aggrieved.

Unlike at the beginning, the current Zhuo Cunzhi controls his pace, and the overall look is quite slow.

However, as soon as a good opportunity is spotted, this guy immediately accelerates!

Once he has taken his chance, Arsenal's chances will be tested again.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who slowed down, obviously kicked more shrewdly and slippery.

This constant change in rhythm made Vieira even more uncomfortable.

This kind of dynamic and static style of play is faster and more threatening than the previous one.

At least Patrick Vieira still has a chance to step forward to help the team's attack, and now, his energy is almost entirely focused on Zhuo Cunzhi.

"Look at him." Wenger said to Xiaofa suddenly.

Cesc Fabregas nodded.

Arsene Wenger did not specify who it was, but he knew that he should be watching closely at the heart of his opponent.

On the field, once again facing Vieira's pressing, Zhuo Cunzhi kicked directly.

He wants to pass a long pass directly?

In the flash of lightning, this thought flashed through Vieira's mind.

Time didn't allow him to think too much, and Vieira rushed straight up, trying to snatch the ball from Zhuo Cunzhi's feet.

On the other side, Zhuo Cunzhi suddenly retracted his feet and pulled the ball back to avoid Vieira's steal.

Not good!

Vieira used a little more force, and at this time he could only brake as hard as he could, blocking the route of Zhuo Cunzhi's breakthrough with his body.

Strike!

Off the field, Cesc Fabregas was in the spot.

After dodging Vieira's tackle, Zhuo Cunzhi had plenty of space next to him.

And this time, it's the real pass!

As early as when Zhuo Cunzhi made his first pass, Ribery was already rushing forward.

Seeing Vieira go over for a steal, Ribery didn't slow down either.

It's not that he believes that Zhuo Cunzhi can pass the ball successfully, after all, Vieira is also a superstar midfielder.

It's because, if he fails, his running will definitely be a waste of energy.

But what if it succeeds?

Ribery, who has high morale, will not give up even a little chance of winning!

So, when the ball passed from Zhuo Cunzhi's feet, Ribery had already rushed into Arsenal's threat zone!

Strike!

Ribery sighed in admiration, watching the trajectory of the ball and the position of defender Lauren, constantly adjusting his pace.

"No offside! No offside! No offside! Becker shouted three times in a row, "Ribery, one-on-one ball!" Single Knife! ”

With everyone watching, Ribery unloaded the ball, stifled Lauren's movement, and kept getting closer to the bottom left of the goal.

Bad luck!

Lyman's expression was solemn, not daring to have the slightest thought of underestimating Ribery.

Before the angle was blocked, Ribery forced his foot and fired into the bottom left corner of the goal.

Lyman hurriedly made a leap, and the moment his palm touched the ball, Lyman didn't even care about the pain, and his face was full of joy.

But that's not all!

Lehmann made a block and blocked the ball back into the box.

Ribery, who did not give up running, gritted his teeth and started to sprint again when he saw the ball!

"Don't think!" Campbell roared and slid straight over.

If you can kick the ball, you will definitely be tackled.

Especially Campbell also flashed his spikes, and his legs could be wasted when shoveled at such a speed!

Bastard!

Ribery cursed in his heart, but he could only jump up to avoid Campbell's tackle.

The ball was cleared by Campbell and shoveled out of the bottom line.