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The rush to remedy the situation can leave the otherwise calm brain in a state of anxiety, which will eventually lead to mistakes again and again.

Arsene Wenger was right to defend in the final moments, but the substitution of Bergkamp directly paralyzed the team's attack in the middle. With Thierry Henry unable to provide assistance in midfield under the watchful eye of the opposition, the entire Arsenal team was firmly pinned down in the half, and even the occasional wide break was quickly lost due to a lack of passing points in the middle.

The reason for this situation is that Arsenal have always adhered to a style of attacking on the ground, and if there is no shadow or midfielder behind the striker to make the transition, the ball can only be moved to the wings. With all the requirements for stability, it was impossible for the two full-backs to insert assists significantly, so the wing attack was also thunderous and rainy, and they had already returned home before they could form a threat.

As a result, there is only one way left for Arsenal's attack.

Counterattack with a long pass, use Henry's speed to hit the back!

It's a pity that the Marseille team had expected it, with two central defenders, one close to him, and one protecting, always guarding against sneak attacks behind him. The goalkeeper was also prepared, moving forward as the team pressed hard, as if he were a goalkeeper.

As a result, Arsenal's original advantage over the opponent was constantly eroded due to tactical misconduct, and only five minutes before the equalizer was reached, it was already in a situation of passive beating!

Solid defense is not the same as giving up the midfield, and when the opponent's physical consumption is significantly greater than your own, it is much better to maintain the pressure in the midfield than to shrink in the backfield. Fifteen minutes is not a long time, but it is not a short time, and if you pin all your hopes on defense, the psychological pressure will only increase!

Fortunately, after putting down the baggage, everyone's mentality was very stable, and the concentration was also good, and when the opponent's offensive gradually reared up, they used tenacious defense to keep the ball out again and again.

Ten minutes passed in a difficult situation, and the Marseille team continued to make a desperate bet, replacing a defender with a striker. Arsenal did not make any substitutions, and there was no one to replace, and the time hanging high in the sky became their biggest reliance.

Just as time was slowly coming to an end and stoppage time was approaching, the unexpected happened.

In fact, strictly speaking, it's just bad luck, but the occurrence of this fateful period really makes people wonder if God is deliberately against it!

Marseille's powerful but well-angled long-range shot was blocked by Martin Keown in the penalty area, forming a perfect refraction!

Lehmann pounced in the wrong direction and fell to the ground as he watched the ball spin around the net.

My heart is bleeding.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to pick up the ball and kick it away, but he didn't have the mood or strength to do so. He could only stand up silently and comfort his teammates.

"Hurry up, there's still a chance!"

You Mo was the object of his comfort, but this thing fell into the painful realm of thinking about life again, and he actually shook his head for the first time and didn't speak.

"Hurry up, there's still a chance!"

Lyman's heart suddenly cooled, and although his voice roared hard, his middle qi was really insufficient, and he listened to it lightly in his ears.

You Mo reacted like an electric shock, turned his head and shouted, "Hurry up? You kicked the ball flying and got hairy! ”

"Damn! Are you hallucinating? Lyman was taken aback, "I didn't kick it off!" ”

The ball did lie in the net, and Lauren, who was closest to it, silently picked it up and kicked it into the middle circle with his foot up.

In fact, they can't be blamed for not hurrying up.

First, the opponent was celebrating wildly, and the referee stared at the guy who took off his shirt and ran all over the field, ready to pick up a yellow card. The second is that the goal is too bad, and it takes time to digest the sudden bad news.

Including Wenger on the sidelines, they all couldn't believe their eyes, and they were all using a ghostly expression, truly portraying their inner thoughts.

Impossible, right?

How so?

"Go ahead, play as a striker, shall we?"

Lyman's loud voice was a little neutral, but his expression was serious and scary, and he didn't look like a normal living treasure at all.

"Aren't you coming?" You Mo responded quickly this time, looking as usual.

"Me?" Lehmann paused and laughed, "If there's a set-piece chance, of course I'm coming. ”

"Then you grab the first landing point, and leave the rest to me."

You Mo arranged it solemnly, as if something that existed in his imagination would definitely happen, and continued as if no one was around: "Grab the far corner, don't think about attacking the door yourself, send it to the middle with your forehead, just create chaos......"

Lehmann listened attentively until the opposing players had returned to the half-court and the game was about to restart, and then ended the conversation between the two with a loud voice.

"Got it!"

The hearts of the Arsenal players were cold to stiffness, and the voices of the two gradually beat, and when the whistle blew, their eyes were full of longing.

To yourself, to your teammates, to the black and white elves.

Yes, until the last second, the score will never be locked, and the winner will never be predicted!

You never know what will happen in the next second, all you can do is prepare for everything and never give up!

......

Due to the delay of the celebration, as soon as the 90 minutes arrived, the fourth official on the sidelines raised an electronic screen with "6" written on it.

Some people have left the stands at Wembley, and although there are still many fans who have not changed their minds, expecting a miracle with thin voices, the faces of the vast majority of people are full of disappointment.

They were whetted by the upbeat pre-match predictions and struggled to accept the reality in front of them. The relationship between them and this team is far from the stage of sharing the same fate, so they look at the players who are at the moment of life and death with cold eyes, and they have thoughts in their hearts, but they are not strong. I don't believe in miracles in front of me.

Just when the stands were gradually deserted, and many people remembered whether there would be a traffic jam on the way back, the scenes that happened in front of them were like war movies, and they couldn't help but stand up, clenched their fists, held their breath, and their heartbeat began to rise.

They saw a gorgeous and iron-blooded battle division, fighting for every inch of land on the battlefield without gunsmoke, and using an unstoppable momentum to firmly suppress the opponent in the 30-meter area of the front. The midline has become the boundary line, Arsenal's half has become an impassable penalty area for Marseille, and even goalkeeper Lehmann has come to the center circle arc and is involved in the attack from time to time like a goalkeeper.

This outrageous boldness of the move, surprisingly unprovoked, was taken for granted.

Seeing that the opponent didn't even have the strength to parry, a wave of pride surged up, and the long-dormant stands were quickly enveloped by shouts full of excitement, which made people's blood surge and couldn't help themselves.

Originally, in their opinion, the Marseille team only needed to hold on as they did in the first half, and it would be enough to hold on for a mere six minutes to have the last laugh. As a result, I didn't expect that Arsenal's combat effectiveness in a desperate situation not only firmly suppressed the opponent 30 meters in front, but also constantly threatened the goal in various ways!

The game in front of us seems to be a contest between professional and amateur teams, and 6 minutes is enough to complete a bloodbath!

The strong premonition did not deceive them, and the score was already rewritten without waiting for the last second.

In the 93rd minute, Arsenal's dazzling cooperation on the left side tore apart the defense, and Ashley Cole slipped in from the bottom line with the ball!

In the face of the close goal, he was unmoved, and with a flick of his left ankle, the ball was returned to Henry behind him!

Familiar position, familiar state, familiar opponent, let Henry turn into a gunner in a second, the ball becomes a lethal dummmy bullet as soon as it reaches his feet, and with the continuous aiming of Barrett's sniper rifle, it is like entering no man's land in front of the opponent's penalty area!

Break through laterally, pull the angle apart, fire!

The whistling bullet has a strong spin and a tricky trajectory that the opponent can only watch as it cuts through the goal!

2：2！

It's not over yet.

The Arsenal soldiers, who had already killed the red eye, completely copied the previous tactics after the restart, and continued to charge the opponent with a bloody bayonet mode in the midst of the intoxicating shouts of the audience!

The Marseille soldiers had done their best, but their exhausted bodies really couldn't go beyond the limit again, even if they knew that the overtime was unlucky, they couldn't stand up straight in the rain of bullets, let alone fight back.

In the 95th minute, Vieira received a pass from his teammates and rushed forward in the middle, and after attracting three defenders on the edge of the penalty area, he turned and nudged it, giving the heavy gunner behind him a chance to hit the goal directly!

Yumo's shot never deliberately pursues angles, nor does he care if there is interference in front of him. Speed is his ultimate weapon, just like an assassin in the shadows suddenly appeared, the sword flashed, and the blood flowers had bloomed!

This time, however, he couldn't make a fatal blow, and the ball was saved by the goalkeeper!

Wiltord, who had been prepared for a long time, stabbed in the diagonal stab and stabbed his toes, 3:2!

Lore!!!

In stoppage time, two goals were scored in three minutes. In a way of paying homage to their old rivals, they completed the redemption and turned the entire Wembley Stadium into a real home stadium by the way!

The crowd did not disappoint them, and the tsunami-like shouts did not stop because the game was over, as if welcoming the returning heroes, wave after wave.

The Arsenal players spontaneously held hands and circled the pitch to pay tribute to the fans in each of the stands.

Henry, Wiltord, Yumo, the names of these three guys became slogans, and they grew louder and louder as they arrived. The screams of happiness are mixed with the sea of joy, and the expressions of love such as "iloveyou" are poured out from the mouths that are so excited that they can't help themselves, like a dream.

You Mo also found a large number of Chinese people, who were excited to hold the national flag in their hands. Seeing his arrival, a familiar greeting suddenly sounded, which made him rarely have some mixed feelings.

Along the way, he has been bumpy like Arsenal, and he can make everyone crazy on his own stage, so he will live in vain!

Now, enjoy the moment!

......

"Uh, my heart is beating faster when I see it......"

After the whistle blew at the end of the game, Ferguson finally put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked away to look at the guy next to him.

Lu Wei still looked thoughtful, leaning lazily on the sofa, as if he was sleepy, and his eyes seemed to be closed and open.

"They're repeating miracles, and of course they're going to bring back memories in your heart."

"It's over, damn it, why don't you play a little longer?" Ferguson laughed, slapped the armrest of the couch hard, stood up, and stretched.

Lu Wei also smiled and shook his head slightly, "Except for your personality, you are really similar to him in some habits. ”

Ferguson's smile became brighter and brighter, and he actually blinked proudly, "It seems that his influence on you is not weaker than your influence on him?" ”

"Yes." Lu Wei's face was calm, "He gave me the courage to change the environment and made me believe in the good side of human nature." ”

"Oh?" Ferguson became interested, lowered his voice and asked: "It seems that you have a lot of headaches along the way, did I pick up a big bargain?" ”

"It's hard to say...... Lu Wei shook his head again, "I was wondering what the situation would be like if I had gone to Arsenal and he had come to Manchester United. ”

Hearing such a question, Ferguson did not smile, thought about it seriously, and said: "If he comes here, it will make me more determined to go down the road." And your arrival has given me a higher challenge to try if another path works. ”

After a pause, the old man continued: "Maybe you would be a good card in Arsene Wenger's hands, but unfortunately you will not be welcomed in the Arsenal dressing room and your character is not destined to fit into that hostile atmosphere. Without order from the manager, your presence will only exacerbate the conflict, but will not solve the problem at the root. ”

Hearing such an answer, Lu Wei sighed lightly and stood up, "Yes, just like marriage, what looks suitable may not be suitable, and what looks inappropriate may not be inappropriate." ”

Ferguson stretched out his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It's rare to watch the game together, and it's a pleasure to work together." ”

"It's a pleasure to work with."

With that, the two walked to the door together, and when they were about to reach their destination, Ferguson suddenly remembered something and said in a deep voice: "Oh, by the way, Ruud's mental age is not as mature as it seems on the outside......

"Yes." Lu Wei interrupted the head coach's words and stopped, "It's okay, a hostile environment will make people relax their vigilance, and a little gunpowder is always more interesting than a boring game." ”

Ferguson smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and there was indescribable relief in his voice, "Yes, if there is only one voice in the dressing room, it is also a worrying thing. Only by experiencing contradictions and setbacks can we find our own answers. ”

Hearing such words, Lu Wei stopped, "Yes, contradictions produce desire, desire generates motivation, and with motivation, we can maintain the speed of growth." ”

"So what." Ferguson laughed, "The best way to deal with Ruud is to make him aware of the problem, and the motivation generated is enough to make him mature!" ”

Lu Wei smiled and waved his hand, pushed the door and walked out.

"We have to hurry, the opponent is no longer waiting for us." (To be continued.) )