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You Moruo is a guy who is not generous enough in his usual image, and saying such things at this time is undoubtedly a handful of salt on the wound. Fortunately, this product belongs to the type that smashes Yao Da to death first when the sky falls, and he has just been praised by Lehmann for being heartless, and his kung fu will be fulfilled as soon as he turns his head.

In addition to this, the relationship between him and Henry is there, and he is not worried about being misunderstood!

Really.

"yes, I can't remember the last time I scored a header!"

Henry looked up and looked at him intently.

He didn't look at Henry, he turned his head and looked straight ahead.

"Come on, the dark horse has run away."

The calm voice quieted Henry's restless heart, and he nodded, not speaking.

With such a question and answer, teammates have come out of disappointment and began to face the front.

There is also discussion, but the content is not about the previous scene.

"They're too happy, aren't they?" Ashley Cole yelled first.

"yes, we've just warmed up, haven't we?" Piret replied with a smile.

The two returned from injury in a decent manner, and due to bad weather, they were more busy in their own half and had no chance to threaten yet.

The team as a whole was suppressed and did not get a well-placed free-kick up front. Seeing the opponent's tree blossoming and bearing fruit, but the branches of their own house were empty, the two of them felt a little uncomfortable.

"Who's to say it's not, I feel like I'm moving, but what about you?" Ashley Cole stretched out in style, and there was a surge of hot blood in his humble body that was strong enough to fight the cold snap.

"Of course, just wait for your words!" The smile on Pire's face grew brighter, but his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Okay, then them!" Ashley Cole suddenly calmed down after roaring, and there was a cold light in his eyes that seemed to be smiling.

The game continued.

Time was running out in the first half, and Lokomotiv Moscow, who had a one-goal lead, retreated slightly to make some space. Arsenal didn't rush to attack, they kept enough patience and poured their feet back and forth, trying to find their rhythm in this way.

It was like a frozen engine, and after pouring enough hot water, it began to start slowly.

Their rhythm is not fast, and the opponent is naturally not willing to be suppressed, so after several offensive and defensive transitions, the battlefield of both sides shifted to the midfield and began to fight for every inch of land!

On the body and its ability to adapt to the environment. They weren't as good as their opponents, but their technical and tactical level and composure helped them build an advantage, creating a couple of chances in the final moments of the first half.

These chances were the result of a solid teamwork, and although they ended with a stubborn performance by the opposition, the impact on the entire second half was undoubted.

Arsene Wenger saw the effort of his disciples and did not lash out at half-time.

As a head coach, a manager with a lot of pressure, it's normal for your emotions to get out of control once in a while. The French also realized that they might have gone too far after yelling at their disciples, but unfortunately they couldn't take it back as soon as they spoke, and they couldn't complain even if they caused bad consequences.

The second half came quickly.

Lokomotiv Moscow's morale was still strong, and their strategy in the second half was not at all conservative, and as soon as the game started, they used several waves of impact play to keep Lehmann busy with high and low blocks.

This style of play, which resembles the English tradition, is simple and brutal, and often works well when there is a clear advantage in physical confrontation.

It's a pity that they overlooked a point.

An important point.

Fast-paced games are what Arsenal need most, and the long-pass rushing style of play they are offering at this time is also the rhythm that Arsenal is most familiar with!

Punishment came quickly.

In the 55th minute of the game, Lehmann jumped high after attacking and hit the ball with both fists!

The seemingly brainless action of clearing the siege, with a clear goal in the case of early preparation, the ball flew over a large arc and landed just in front of Henry near the halfway!

The French neither forcibly got rid of it, nor did they look left and right to miss the opportunity, **** stopped the ball and half turned to protect the ball, first to the right a dummy shake, and then with the left foot knock, horizontally with the ball!

Just when the crisis seemed to have been lifted and Arsenal's counterattack was forced to slow down, Pire, who was not very fast, arrived and pulled Henry, who was trapped in the encirclement!

The Lokomotiv defensive formation was not chaotic, and the marking of people in the small space, the oppression of oppression, soon squeezed Pirelian with the ball near the sideline!

Seeing that the quick counterattack had been lost and the ball was about to be lost, a red figure swept through like lightning and galloped along the side!

Ashley Cole!

The guy who suddenly came out to steal the scene didn't attract attention until Pire leaned on his opponent, picked up the ball, and sent it with just the right inverted hook pass, and the alarm went off!

What is the situation?

This fit?

This speed?

Ashley Cole, who had rested for two games, looked so small in front of the Russian giant bear, but the deadly combination of man-ball speed made all opponents have no time to think. They can only get close on instinct, trying to knock him down or leave the ball behind.

There was no suspense about their defeat, as if they had accumulated enough heat to burn the entire stadium, and the Englishman's two legs were incredibly fast, and after continuous straight overtaking, it had become a single knife!

I can't touch it, I can't touch it, I can only watch him ride away!

Although it is still nearly 30 meters away from the goal, although it is located near the touchline, it is a single knife, and the sharp speed will wipe out all difficulties. The locomotive goalkeeper came out, trying to keep his body down, trying to stifle the danger in the cradle.

In order to maintain his forward speed, Ashley Cole neither slowed down nor changed direction, he had no goal in his eyes, no opponents, only teammates who also went straight to the finish line!

Henry!

The ball crossed a wonderful low arc, and just as it was about to find its owner, the Russian, unwilling to be restrained, fell to the ground from the side and sent a penalty + yellow card.

Who will be punished?

As if there was no doubt, all eyes were on the penalty maker.

The guy who was experiencing a ball drought and scored an oolong again in this game had a moment of hesitation, but after turning his head, that hesitation disappeared.

He saw the thumbs up, and he decided to sharpen himself with a tougher test, he didn't want the competition between the two to not be on the same starting line!

"Let me come?"

Looking at the guy running in front of him, You Mo was really a little surprised.

I didn't doubt that the other party was afraid that the penalty would not be scored and there would be more pressure, but it was not the turn of this goods.

The team's first penalty taker was Bergkamp, and it was Pire who was responsible for the free-kick in this game, and Thierry Henry actually had a good free-kick but didn't have a chance to use it. The penalty was his own chance, and while his team-mates looked to have more credit, it would have been a stroke of the way to Ashley Cole after a long 50-metre walk past the goalkeeper without a threat from the middle.

If it is impeccable in both emotion and reason, why then?

"Yes, I'm only 20 meters away from the goal and you're 80 meters, it's not fair." Henry was still gasping a little, his voice short.

"Oh, that's a good feeling......" You Mo blinked, and instantly understood, so he yelled, "Let me come!" ”

A minute later.

In the silent Lokomotiv Arena, everyone enjoyed a shot with a speed of more than 150 km/h.

It's so muddy mom brutal......

Everyone burst into tears.

......

The equaliser did not dampen Lokomotiv's spirits, but it made them aware of the danger. Considering that a draw was still an acceptable result, their reclaimed defence was further compressed and they skilfully counter-attacked.

Familiar with the foul tactics that want to vomit, they are not idle, and they do not hesitate when they see danger, and they can't let the opponent go by if they pull hard.

With a penalty already awarded to the visitors, the referee inevitably had to take into account the emotions of the home team, so what seemed to be a foul that could not be awarded turned a blind eye. This fueled their arrogance to some extent, and as time went on, their opponents slowed down due to the physical effects of the long journey, and they gradually saw the hope of victory!

Arsenal's problems are clear to all, but there is no good solution for all.

There is no one to change, bad weather, and a tiring journey, these big or small effects become more and more obvious as the game draws to a close, and there is no way back except gritting your teeth and persevering!

Time passed, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and there was no moving scenery in the suburbs of Moscow after nine o'clock in the evening, only the cold wind that penetrated the bones and came with tyranny, trying to completely bury that touch of red.

Arsene Wenger stood on the sidelines, almost a sculpture.

His mind seemed to freeze all together, and he was still stuck in the period after the penalty, unable to keep up with the game in progress.

He understood that he had made a mistake again, and he knew even more that because of You Mo's existence, the mistake he made not only did not become a big mistake, but instead became the courage to inspire his disciples to move forward!

This frustrated him and further strengthened his previous beliefs.

"He's better suited than me, sitting in this position!"

He is not calm enough, he is easily soft-hearted, he can be emotional at times, and as the helm of the team, he has some doubts that he can continue to be competitive while giving the club a blood transfusion.

He understands that the difficulty is not ordinary, and he works hard and selflessly. But every time he felt like he had done his best, the guy would always gently erase his traces in an unimaginable way, telling everyone, "There's a better way"

He didn't understand where that guy's wisdom came from, he didn't think it was just a talent, his intuition told him that it was a kind of life experience, a life experience that had been precipitated in his heart after experiencing gains and losses. He didn't hesitate to make that guy an assistant coach, thinking that he was valued enough, but he always found that he still underestimated the power of intelligence.

He was a little confused and didn't know how to balance the relationship between the two.

"Evening outside Moscow? Haha, it's so cold! ”

As the opponent made a substitution, Lehmann's voice came alive again, temporarily interrupting his thoughts. Twisting his neck with great effort and turning his head, he saw another guy.

"Nonsense, why do I think it's so lively?"

You Mo's loud voice is not far behind, but unfortunately not many Russians can understand English, otherwise most people will think that this is a bluff.

The Arsenal players don't think so.

"Yes, come all the way over, don't you leave some souvenirs to go back?" Ashley Cole is still eager to take the plunge.

"Damn, how can you still be alive, I feel like my ears will fall off when I touch them!" Wiltord, as a jack-of-all-trades, is the guy with the most physical exhaustion at this time. However, after seeing that his teammates were still alive, he was a little suspicious of himself.

Have these **** people eaten bear gall and tiger whips?

"Well, if anyone picks up Sylvain's ear, please take care of it......" Pire burst out laughing before he could finish speaking, and there was indescribable joy in his voice.

"If it falls, it will fall, it won't be more ugly than it is now!" Vieira smirked, a boss with a black face and an open mouth, and all his teeth were exposed.

"......" Henry spread his hands and smiled innocently.

Arsene Wenger stood on the sidelines, watching, listening, and a heat swelled in his heart.

A voice came from behind him.

"They're all good." Pat Rice patted him on the shoulder and looked ahead.

"yes." Wenger struggled to open his mouth and reluctantly said, "We're all old......."

"Don't talk nonsense, Arsène!" Pat Rice strained his hands and raised his voice an octave, "We're all young, and there are still many years of good times ahead of us!" ”

"Okay, listen to you." Wenger turned his head and looked at the old man's gray hair.

Pat Rice still didn't look at him, his eyes changed from eagerness to calm, as if he was not watching a cold night fight, a Jedi fight, but the rising sun and the revival of everything.

Good for a while.

"You know what? I've never felt like I am now that football is not only emotional, but also brings peace of mind. ”

Pat Rice seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes were distant, and his voice was vicissitudes.

Arsene Wenger didn't speak, a smile rising from the corners of his mouth, trying to get a place on his taut face.

"Ever since you decided to build the stadium, you've been in the middle of planning for the future."

"It's a lot of hard work and a lot of trouble."

"Actually, how can we control everything in the future? Even if you have a detailed plan, how can you go without twists and turns? ”

"So I don't think it's necessary to torture yourself so much, it's not necessary."

"Leave the future to the future."

Wenger smiled wryly when he heard this, shook his head and said, "I understand what you mean, Pat, but I'm not you, I can't help but think about it, don't worry." Even if I end up doing useless work, I still feel that it is worth it, and it is the price that must be paid on the way to exploration. ”

Pat Rice nodded lightly and pointed to the guy who was busy on the field, "He told me that all along, his head was full of wins and losses, but his heart never was." ”

Wenger paused for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Isn't there an exception?" ”

"Really!" Pat Rice laughed, "That's when he decided to go to the United States, and he was worried about the unpredictable future. ”

Wenger laughed too, very proud, childish, "Well, there's finally something to be happy about!" ”

Pat Rice smiled brighter and brighter, raised his fist, and waved it in the air, "Later, he told himself that the future is not so terrible, even if nothing is achieved, the memories precipitated in time are still worth savoring." ”

The sound was fleeting, the cold wind filled his ears, and Wenger suddenly felt that his eyes were bright, as if he had found a light in the cold night, and he could feel the warmth without approaching.

"Understood, Pat."

The old man didn't look at him, and there was uncontrollable surprise in his voice.

"Hey, it's a good location!" (To be continued.) )