The words that Yu Mo shouted in a loud voice were obviously not for Wiltord. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The thief must be weak-hearted, and the guy who takes the handle to blackmail his compatriots, no matter what the purpose, the means are shameful.

In fact, what happened between Anelka and Wiltord did not deserve everyone's attention, but it was this method that piqued everyone's interest.

After hearing the meaning of the words, strange eyes suddenly came from all directions, wanting to find out.

Everyone is an adult, and childlike threats obviously don't work, and the English and French are notoriously gossipy, and before the parties can react, several versions of the conjecture have spread.

There is nothing more than money, affection, and fame. It is obviously difficult to achieve the effect of allowing well-paid professional players to obediently tie their hands down.

Although Wiltord is not very old, he is married like Yumo, and there are countless tricks that can be produced by mixing with a notoriously bad boy like Anelka.

Of course, the game was in full swing, and it was understandable that everyone's attention would be diverted a little, so it would be unforgivable to delay the game, so after seeing that both parties had nothing to say, everything went back to normal.

Only the carefully observed fellow saw Anelka's resentful eyes, and Wiltord looked a little expectant in trepidation.

Ljungberg was undoubtedly one of them, and after silently applauding Jumera's hateful abilities in his heart, he buried his head and continued to play.

The 1:1 score is a temptation for both sides.

Galatasarays have only picked up one point from their previous two Champions League group games, and it is a shame that they can't take advantage of this situation if they want to qualify. Therefore, although their physical strength has declined and there are not many ways to attack, they still have not given up the idea of scoring three points, and they will rush forward at every opportunity.

Arsenal actually took a point back to account for it. However, the French gang trio desperately wanted to prove themselves. Now the physical strength of the three has dropped greatly, and they often can't come back when they go up, so when facing the impact style of play of the opponent, the team often does not have an advantage in numbers, and the defense line is not as stable as before.

On the defensive again.

"Damn, why are you back again?"

Ljungberg couldn't get the ball down despite his best efforts. As a result, when he was panting and running back, the lightning figure shoveled the opponent's slightly larger ball off the sideline. After looking up to see who it was, the Swede opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Didn't you go up as a fulcrum, why did you regret it?

"We've all completed our tasks, let's give others a chance to perform!"

You Mo's physical strength also decreased quickly, and he got up from the ground and gasped for breath for a while before he had time to reply.

The intensity of the Premier League schedule is indeed not covered, although Wenger arranged for him to rest for most of the game in the middle, but his physical exertion in today's game is obviously much greater than before. So much so that the consistently excellent physical fitness is a little red light.

Sprinting, bouncing, hand-to-hand combat, these extremely energy-consuming sports methods are considered to be self-inflicted, and this kind of high-speed defense in front of him is even more fuel-inflicted.

"Performance opportunity?" Ljungberg was indignant, muttered, raised his eyes and looked, and his heart suddenly became abrupt.

Anelka poked straight between the two centre-backs. Unable to move, Petit took a walk not far behind him. Wiltord also stood on the left side of the pitch waiting for the ball. With everyone already deep defending, the three guys remained in the opposing half. As a result, the team's offensive and defensive system is obviously a little disjointed, and if You Moruo still stays in the fulcrum position, his own defense line may be vigorously miraculous by the opponent!

"Yes, be kind."

Yumo's earnest teachings left Ljungberg speechless and asked the heavens.

You......

"The boss has replaced you. It's stingy! ”

The opponent's throw-in was knocked off the line after several turns, and before Seaman could take the goal kick, the referee's whistle drew everyone's attention to the substitution area. Ljungberg was speechless, and after listening to You Mo's words, he suddenly became a little nervous, and raised his eyes to look around. I was relieved.

Don't forget to remind you before you leave the field.

"Okay, we've got into big trouble, the boss doesn't know what his attitude is, so let's be careful."

You Mo smiled at the guy, who was three years older than him, waved his hand, and didn't say anything.

As a first-year student, Ljungberg had already shown remarkable courage, and if he was as careless as he was, it would have made people doubt his mental level.

It was the veteran Parloer who came on the field, and after a long period of depression on the bench, the old guy showed quite vigor, and not long after coming on the field, the team's right side attack immediately showed signs of picking up.

Unlike the Swedes, who are nimble and skilled at their feet, England are a fast horse on the wing, and they are good at long-distance running. Due to his relatively homogeneous characteristics and the fact that his man-ball combination skills were far inferior to that of Overmars in symmetrical positions, Parlall's sharpness began to decline as he aged, and he is now gradually reduced to a rotation player. Ljungberg's smooth ascension to the throne is not because his own strength is beyond a cut, it can only be regarded as the result of the normal replacement of the old and the new.

The substitution in the current situation is undoubtedly a good move, especially the backline of England is rarely seen in the front court, and it is desperate to create an opportunity for him to make a personal breakthrough.

The balance of the game was eventually broken.

You Mo's timely return coupled with the collective outburst of the five elders at the back successfully contained the opponent's offensive. Galatasales, after several failed attempts, finally tasted the bitter fruit.

Of course, think about it from another angle, in the case that it is useless to get a point, "standing and dying" is not manly.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Vieira, who had a mediocre performance in this game, suddenly burst out, and after receiving the ball in the middle, the unpredictable rhythm of two line changes completely shook off the defenders, and after striding past the midfield, an accurate through plug found the right explosion.

The ball given in this way has always been what Anelka desires, and of course the five defenders want to do the same, but their ability is limited.

As a veteran, the mental quality of the opportunity is often not too bad, and Parlour played his speed perfectly, without hesitation after the breakthrough, and made the most of the width of the field on the forward line. While pulling away the opponent's defense, he gave plenty of space to Petit, who came over.

The Englander, who was rarely on the pitch, obviously couldn't care about anything, looked up for a moment, and handed over the ball with an inverted triangle cross from the baseline.

Petit was obviously in a hurry, and the ball on the edge of the penalty area on the right side was a furious shot, which was defused by the goalkeeper who had been prepared for a long time!

Anelka in the box was still beating his chest. Wiltord, who fell behind because of the drop in physical strength, was lucky for a set.

The guy in the corner of the penalty area on the left struggled to control the bouncing ball, and just as he wanted to move sideways to open up the space for his shot, the defender who had recovered from his senses rushed up and kicked him down with the ball.

Penalty kick!

If it had been before, Bergkamp would have stood in front of 12 yards in this situation. Now that the team is officially torn apart and the Dutchman is not on the pitch, the penalty kick is hanging in the air.

Wiltord must have wanted to do it himself, but his qualifications and performance were not qualified. The Englishman also wanted his family to stabilize the main position, but Parloer did not say anything. Just turned his gaze to Anelka, who was eager to take the plunge.

Just when it seemed like a wooden boat, something unexpected happened.

"I'm coming!"

A loud shout rang out from the crowd, and everyone was shocked.

Patrick Vieira!

Silent.

This guy is the most neutral of the French, and he is a rare gringo that England can recognize. It was he who initiated the attack, and although Parol had a strong help, he was clearly more difficult than the others.

He stepped forward at this time, and his intentions were unknown, but the effect was obvious.

The English exchanged glances. There is no doubt about it. Among the French, Pettit fell into deep thought and did not express his position, and Wiltord did not dare to express his opinion with a bitter face. Anelka sneered and swept his gaze around, and took the initiative to retreat to the side.

In fact, there is a guy who cannot be ignored on the field, but everyone knows that this penalty cannot be taken by him.

Of course, after the candidate is decided, there are still people who will observe his expression and want to get deeper information.

You Mo seemed to be fine, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Watching with interest what was happening on the field.

This attitude put a lot of question marks in the hearts of all those who observed him.

The friendship between the French is not reliable, and this kind of thing at the moment clearly proves this once again. Although this guy is weak and shallow, his mind is definitely enough, and the conflict between Wiltord and Anelka has already made onlookers smell a little, so will he use this to contact Vieira, who is becoming more and more stable in the locker room?

After thinking of this possibility. Whether it is the English or the French, they are all shocked!

The status of the dressing room should always be linked to the performance on the field, if this guy and Ljungberg and Vieira have been performing well, then should the guys who felt that the opponent was not a threat to re-examine the opponent?

With a few questions, everyone waited until the final whistle.

In the end, the Arsenal team reversed + killed 2:1 away from home, and it seemed that they swept away three points from hell home.

After three games, Arsenal, who have seven points, has one foot on the threshold of the Champions League round of 16. With this kind of real positive stimulus, even the locker room that is mired in civil unrest cannot offset the cheerful atmosphere. On the night after the race, the Frenchman went out for a party led by Petit.

The absent-minded Wiltord, the resentful Anelka, and the calm Vieira, the three guys did not fail to give face to the big brother, and they were still a little out of shape at first, and they had already let go of the carnival after they were full of wine and food. Of course, in order to avoid disturbing the atmosphere, all the guys present tacitly did not mention what happened before.

The English were also delighted.

In fact, after 45 minutes of play, they were almost desperate, and what happened afterwards can be described as "magical" for them. With qualification on the horizon and veteran Parloer's performance to celebrate, the Englishman was led by captain Adams to a high-end clubhouse near the hotel.

"No, you go to bed so early?"

After finishing the phone porridge, Ljungberg came to Youmo's room to visit the door, only to find that the goods were the door opened for him by coming out of the bed.

The Swede looked up at the time, a little incredulous.

It's only past nine o'clock now, can't so many things that happened before affect this guy psychologically?

"It's not early, I'm tired from today's game." Yu Mo yawned and continued to burrow back into the bed.

"Tired? Are you okay? Ljungberg was visibly nervous, and took two quick steps to sit on the bed opposite, staring at the face of the creature carefully.

"It's not the kind of tiredness you think, it's just the average tiredness." You Mo saw that the other party had no intention of leaving, so he squinted his eyes and replied.

"Damn, don't scare me, we're in the same boat now!" Ljungberg breathed a sigh of relief, and had no intention of complaining about the English of this product.

It's "just a little tired", why use "normal tired"?

As a result, before he had time to chatter, You Mo complained first.

"You don't seem to have a low education, do you, are you still used to being foul-mouthed?"

"Rely on ......." Ljungberg said with his actions that he has become a little used to it lately.

"What's the matter with me?" You Mo took the initiative to speak, cutting off the grass and mud horses that were galloping in the hearts of the Swedes, but unfortunately before he came back to his senses, he added: "I don't warm the bed for men." ”

Ljungberg is not good.

Although love is precious, and the price of love is higher, buddy is not good for this mouthful!

"You, you, you, how do you say hello?"

The Swede, who coughed several times before relieving himself, sighed after saying a word, "Actually, I envy your indifferent attitude." ”

"Strategically defying the enemy." Yumo continued to teach.

"Well, you're right." Ljungberg surprisingly didn't retort and nodded, "Maybe I'm not confident enough, or I don't know enough about your experiences." ”

"You're much more confident than Wiltord, I'm naturally bold, and it has a little to do with past experiences, but it doesn't have much to do with self-confidence." Yu Mo yawned again, his eyes closed.

"You feel like you're at home wherever you go, can you tell me how?" Ljungberg refused to give up, and the guy who had forgotten what he was here for asked again: "Tactically, you don't despise your opponent, do you?" ”

"Tactics are something you guys like to work on, and I prefer to make judgments based on my gut instincts."

"Intuition?" As if he had made a great discovery, Ljungberg quickly shook the goods a few times, "Where did the intuition come from?" What if something goes wrong? ”

"Intuition comes from the heart, and if you are wrong, you will correct it." Yu Mo's answer was painful.

"Rely on ......" Ljungberg was speechless for a long time, looking at the other party as if he had fallen asleep, so he got up and shook his head and said to himself, "This guy is like a philosopher, probably because he has been in Germany for a long time and has a bit of sequelae, right?" ”

"If you stay in England longer, you might be able to become a writer."

"Forget it, I've forgotten what I was going to ask, so I won't bother you."

"It's hard to find a way that suits you, so don't be afraid to waste time."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." (To be continued.) )