Today, my roommate in the dormitory was singing loudly, and someone on the other side asked: Who is singing? The roommate replied: It warms the loneliness! Needless to say, the roommate on the other side came to fight......

After clenching his fists and swinging up and down a few times, Wenger stood straight on the sidelines, still a little unable to come to his senses. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Trust is the first priority for young people to continue to progress, and the French have always believed in this law and have benefited from it. In fact, as a head coach who has the power of life and death, there are not many people who can tolerate the newcomers not playing according to their own requirements, especially when there is a lot of pressure in all aspects.

Of course, the reason why it didn't cause an uproar is that this guy's aura is dazzling enough and a little privilege can be understood, and secondly, it can be regarded as tradition.

Arsenal team except for the back line is all English, the guys in other positions are quite individual, and they don't like to fix their positions on the field when they play, and there are often left and right, and the side and center alternate.

The atmosphere that the manager has worked hard to create is the biggest reason why this situation has repeatedly occurred.

If you want to play a mercury-like attack, the player's position must not be too rigid, the way of cross-running cannot be too simple, and even the pattern of setting the edge and bottom cannot be static. Arsene Wenger often encourages his players to improvise in training, even if it is not related to the training content, but it does not stop the French from loving the art of football.

You Mo has this ability but is unwilling to serve as the fulcrum, the reason is that Wenger did not ask, he just made a judgment based on the trust brought by intuition, and acquiesced to this guy's self-assertion.

It turns out that there is no problem with his judgment, although the free man's style of play is not in tune with the team, but the role played in the game is there, the data is bright there, as a head coach, it is impossible to ignore the excellent performance of the players because of personal preferences.

However, if you don't ask, you don't ask, and the doubts in your heart definitely exist.

Anyone knows that the closer you get to the opposition goal, the closer you get to scoring, especially in a team with excellent creativity in the midfield, as long as the striker has the ability to grasp the opportunity in place, the goal can almost be described as "brushing".

No one can resist the temptation of scoring a goal, not even a defender or a goalkeeper, who fantasizes about scoring a goal in a classic battle. Youmo came with the aura of the Bundesliga Golden Boot, and scoring goals is not only a duty, but also the expectation of fans, media, and clubs.

Is it to make up for the lack of coordination with defense and save yourself from excessive pressure?

Arsene Wenger had speculated at the beginning.

Soon, he dispelled that perception.

Because he could see that the players were not welcoming this guy's arrival, and the reason goes without saying, the professor who is well-versed in sports psychology knows very well what his disciples are thinking.

The next few games cemented his other view.

Rather than being isolated up front, retreat to midfield in search of opportunities.

Especially in positional attacks, there is often more than one passing target, and the final opportunity creation is often deviated due to mutual understanding. On the contrary, in the case of fewer shots in a quick counterattack, the passing choice will be more single, and even if the disciples are unwilling, it is impossible to joke about their professional attitude.

With that coming to his conclusion, Wenger was even more reassured.

This is a guy who is good at kicking football with his brain, don't be fooled by his strong physical fitness!

Today's first half was undoubtedly a disappointing 45 minutes, and even if he didn't know exactly what was going on in the dressing room, the reaction at half-time was telling.

In the face of the head coach's roar, they were not angry or unwilling, only indifferent and dazed.

Combined with the lack of energy on Pat Rice, the signal released by this reaction could not be more obvious.

People's hearts will be scattered!

In the face of the crisis, everyone hugged tightly to get through the difficulties, but this cohesive team last season has completely changed after only one victory in the Premier League!

It's impossible not to be disappointed, no matter how good the French are, they can't tolerate the uncompetitive appearance of their disciples, but when the fire is over, the 15 minutes are over, will the second half be different?

With great doubts and slim hopes, Wenger sat in the dugout and watched very seriously.

Soon, something unusual whipped his appetite.

This guy, why is he suddenly making his own decisions again!

How can you run to the midfield when you are the fulcrum, and after acquiescing to the free man style of play, you will be at the front?

If he were to stand in front of the coach's seat with a grumpy guy, You Mo's behavior would definitely be blacked out by preconceived impressions.

Thankfully, Arsene Wenger had enough patience to see what happened next.

"This guy, hehe, did a good job."

Pat Rice couldn't help but laugh and muttered.

"yes, it's always the little guy who surprises."

The goal had not yet been scored, and Arsene Wenger's expression was a little cold.

"At the front, but not to score directly, I didn't expect his team consciousness to be beyond everyone's imagination."

"Yes, the courage to take the initiative to make changes is commendable."

There was silence for a while.

"Wow, chance!" Pat Rice exclaimed in exclamation.

"......" Wenger also clenched his fists, and his whole body stiffened.

"Beautiful! It's so beautiful! Pat Rice jumped to his feet and kept raising his arms and shouting like a child.

“......”

Wenger was still speechless, only felt his heartbeat go all the way up.

The perfect football that haunted him was close at hand, and there was more than one path for him to think hard about, all of which had too much impact on an old man in his fifties, so that his heart contracted too hard and it was difficult to breathe.

The beauty of art sometimes requires meticulous chiseling, and sometimes it just needs to be natural. The beauty of a football game is sometimes delicate to the top, sometimes cold to the soles of the feet. He has always been able to devote himself to the research and development of the former, and he is really powerless for the latter.

Now he understood.

Some things don't come with hard work, as the old saying goes.

"When you're desperately trying to keep it, the good times can't be kept."

......

The game continued.

The goal is indeed beautiful, but Yumo and Ljungberg actually just seized the opponent's mistake to play a time gap, and if they were replaced by more experienced opponents, they might not succeed. Moreover, Galatasalets turned the three points in hand into one, and it is impossible not to learn a lesson,

So in the next game, the competition for the second landing point became unprecedentedly fierce.

This time, Ljungberg's reaction was not so fast, but it was Bald who reminded him.

"The side lane is a little wider, the middle lane is too dense!"

To be named an assistant coach by Arsene Wenger, the dude is clear enough to be one of the few guys who can play properly in the game. The Swede is his right-wing partner, and he doesn't have the dazzling aura of Youmo, and the relationship between the two has always been good.

"Got it, thank you!"

While the race was still raging, Ljungberg took the time to get close and say this.

Strictly speaking, the Swedes did not share their position with the English, and as the only loyal henchman behind Youmo, he knew very well what the old guys were thinking, and he also understood the difficult situation he was going to be.

Lone heroes often end tragically, and early birds often die in the treetops.

So the guidance from behind him made him unexpectedly grateful.

After a while.

"Actually, he doesn't have to react so much, any team has this kind of thing, and if it's too intense, it will bring unnecessary trouble." Balder's voice was full of regret, and he couldn't help but shake his head after speaking.

"Maybe he sees a bigger problem than we do." Ljungberg turned his head and smiled at the other.

"Huh?"

Bald was in a daze, until the ball was thrown and the heat of play resumed, and the English still felt like a thorn in their hearts.

This team is both the pride of north London and the desire of the English club to shed its "rough" name and prove that it is not left behind with its flashy fluidity. The old guys who have put down roots here can accept the French like passers-by, but it is difficult to accept the embarrassment of being pointed directly at the bottom of their hearts.

Yes, they have already felt the seriousness of the problem, but they are unwilling to admit it, unwilling to believe, unwilling to change!

The dead cannot be cured, and the sick get sicker, and they feel that they are bearing the burden of humiliation, and in the end they are likely to end up with nothing but a laughing stock.

You know, not everyone will be grateful to Dade, especially if they don't like each other, and their efforts to maintain a fragile balance are very likely to delay the best time for healing!

"You mean it's impossible for the team to get back to the atmosphere it used to be?"

In the interval between another game, Bald asked coldly, his face tensed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the previous team was like, but I can feel that after the championship, many people have stopped moving forward, and their personal interests have been magnified infinitely." Ljungberg was undaunted, his voice calm without a hint of emotion.

"Is money really that important to them?" Bald held back his anger and continued to ask.

"Only true emotion and pursuit can transcend immediate interests and look farther. Otherwise, just the glamour of the appearance makes many people nostalgic. Ljungberg replied quickly, taking a deep breath and his mind clear.

"Well, maybe you're right." Bald sighed inwardly, feeling that the thorn had already sunk into his heart, and he didn't know when it would pop up.

"Thank you."

The conversation ends and the game continues.

It's been 72 minutes, and the Arsenal team, which has gradually improved, has obviously encountered a physical bottleneck.

The last match was played three days ago, and although it was a big win, the process of over-excitement made everyone physically exertional. Not to mention the ensuing long journey, the unhappiness that occurred during the journey also distracted many people, and the psychological pressure increased sharply.

The mental state is not good, and the physical strength is naturally easily affected, compared to the opponents who have stabilized their positions and are waiting for the opportunity to counterattack, they are beginning to have some spare energy and are insufficient.

In this way, the game that has seen the chance of victory is slowly developing in a dull and boring direction.

Wenger glanced at the bench and sighed inwardly.

The impact of the two Dutchmen being absent at the same time was too great, and when it was time to change the situation through substitutions, he didn't have any good cards to play!

Grimandi, Pratt, Garder, Dixon, none of the four guys have outstanding offensive ability. The only thing worth looking forward to is the old England international Parloer, who can be replaced?

The substitution was supposed to be Ljungberg, but the Swede was young and strong and had a great performance, so it was obviously a shame to replace him.

Forget it, let's take a look.

Arsene Wenger shook his head and turned back to sit back in the dugout.

On the field, there are three more guys who are extremely unwilling.

Anelka, Petit, Wiltord.

Needless to say, the reasons for the first two guys are now that they are in a hurry and can't run, and their performance is getting more and more impatient. In the end, this old man saw that the early enlightenment of Ljungberg was becoming more and more important, but he couldn't show the same performance, so he naturally brought up the old things again, worrying about his own way out.

"Hey, Sylvain, can you not kick your head with your head shut, pass the ball before passing, how can you catch the ball if you don't have time? Don't you know they can't run? ”

Anelka's voice rang out not far away, a little impatient.

"Oh, got it." Wiltord replied, scolding his mother in his heart.

In the last game, his physical exertion was not small at all, and this one was deeply affected by off-field incidents, and his body was not in shape. It's already reached this time period, if he has the physical strength to pass the ball after passing the ball, as for hiding it, don't you need it?

"Come on, if Sariya sees your performance, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat at night." Petit was also not far away, and after hearing the conversation between the two clearly, he said in a somewhat mocking tone.

As a result, the effect of ridicule was not achieved, and the person concerned was obviously touched into a minefield, his brows were furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth turned into a downward arc.

After a while, the pace of the game began to slow down significantly, and everyone seemed to be a little weak.

"Things don't look good."

Ljungberg's voice sounded behind Yu Mo, his tone was quite calm, but his expression was rarely cold.

The Swede's observation skills were quite good, and he saw several details clearly, and after a little calculation, it was already clear how embarrassing the situation Virtodd was facing.

The French must have the grip in the hands of their compatriots, and willingly or not, he will still have to obey until the two sides break with each other completely. The feeling of being toyed with is terrible, Wiltord is already under pressure to pull himself together, and the effect of rehashing the old story can be catastrophic!

"yes, just look at his hair to tell how stressful it is."

Yumo's answer was still lazy, and Ljungberg couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Wiltord after hearing it clearly. As a result, the serious dude did not disappoint him, spread his hands, crooked his head with a wry smile, and revealed a Mediterranean hairstyle.

"Hey, the more you think about it, the worse you can't do it, you shouldn't forget how you played in the last game so quickly, right?"

The Swedes were not embarrassed and shouted loudly to say the above paragraph.

Wiltord was shocked!

He dared to guarantee that in the last game, the conversation between him and You Mo would not be overheard by this guy, could it be that the two had communicated in private?

"He told you?" Wiltord pointed at Yumo and asked Ljungberg.

"No, I can see that. But I'm curious, what did he say to you? The Swede asked casually.

Hearing this, Wiltord lifted up again with a sigh of relief.

To say or not to say?

Before he could think about it, Yumo's triumphant expression had already appeared in Ljungberg's eyes.

"I told him that having a handle in someone else's hands is not a bad thing, it means that he has value in use. Right, Sylvain? (To be continued.) )