After confirming the meaning of this guy's words, everyone couldn't believe their ears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The English people want face the most, and this kind of thing "putting gold on their faces" is their reverse scale!

As soon as this sentence comes out, no matter what the other party's purpose is, the relationship between them is over. The guys who understood this either looked at each other sympathetically, or gloated and waited to see a good show, or still didn't quite believe it, and looked at each other for confirmation.

How can you, a lawless fellow, offend the French and the English at the same time!!

Although the Dutch are all thighs, no outsiders can really enter their hearts, and the newcomers don't know the situation when they first arrive, but the old guys know it very well. David Pratt paused for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was already harsh and hoarse, as if he had gone through a long debate before.

"I know you're in a bad mood, but if you don't speak properly, you'll bring unnecessary trouble to yourself. Mo, I hope you can seriously consider it, we English people are more likely to be anxious and not easy to deal with, but compared to the French, the Dutch are still worthy of your trust. ”

This is a relatively euphemistic statement, and it is not easy to say it from the mouth of an arrogant and critical Englishman.

Everyone is still reminiscing, Martin Keown fried first.

"David, I don't know what your personal relationship with this kid is, but I will never allow anyone to say this about the Englishman to his face!"

David Pratt obviously intended to be a peacemaker to the end, and when he heard this, he didn't refute it, turned his head and asked Adams: "Boss, this is already the case, there is no need to dig deeper, let them solve it themselves." ”

"Good. I hope you remember which team you belong to. ”

Tony Adams' words put an end to the turmoil for the time being, and the team seemed to be back to the state it was in before the departure.

Of course, everyone also understands that all this is just a façade, and the real battle has just begun.

Time goes back to the day before. Half past nine in the evening, Westwood Bar.

Dim lighting, loud music, swaying evening makeup, and the mellow smell of alcohol are all relaxing.

Anelka didn't stay in the familiar box, frowning, his glass stopped in the air, and he was staring at the entrance of the bar. The delicate woman around her was already impatient to wait. His lips were lightly opened, and his eyes were like silk, but he ignored them all the time.

It wasn't until the familiar figure appeared at the entrance that he put all the wine in his glass into his throat, got up, and walked briskly to meet it.

It was Petit who came.

After a few pleasantries, the two entered the box and went straight to the point.

"I've been officially approached by Real Madrid. If all goes well, the winter transfer window will open directly to the official offer. ”

If you change it to before. Anelka's eyebrows fluttered with absolute excitement when he said the above words, but now it is clearly discounted.

"What's wrong, upset?" Petit smiled and reached for a bottle of whiskey, "Looks like I'm not looking for me to celebrate." ”

"That's right, I suddenly felt like I was getting some people cheaper to just leave." Anelka nodded. Raising his glass, "What about you, what are your plans?" ”

"Me?" Petit paused for a moment and snorted, "You're not looking for me to gossip, are you?" ”

"Hmm. That's really not what I should be concerned about. ”

"Want to have a showdown with him?"

Hearing this, Anelka's face hesitated.

He has never given up the idea of being ashamed, but the other party has never shown his flaws. No matter how important he is to the team, his age is there, and after suffering a few times, he wants to make trouble for his opponent if he has nothing to do, not to mention what the English think, he himself is sad at this level.

Now that the winter transfer window will open in more than a month, Real Madrid's offer this time is unlikely to be rejected by the club, if you don't hurry up, the thorn in the heart will always be inserted there, and there will be no chance to pull it out!

"yes." Anelka thought silently for a moment, snorted lightly, and frowned, "I respect you." ”

"Actually, it's not a big deal, you can do it if you want." Petit looked sly and raised her bottle to touch him.

"Huh? No way? Anelka couldn't believe his ears, his eyes widened and he asked, "Does it mean that the English won't interfere?" ”

"That's right."

"Why?"

"This time, that time."

"How?"

"The Dutch are injured and scared to fly, and you have just scored a hat-trick, what do the English dare to do with you? Even if you have a confrontation with him in person, those old guys will take the initiative to calm things down, and by the way, put on a high hat of 'bearing the burden of humiliation' for themselves. ”

"Oh......"

"From what I've been observing, that guy doesn't seem to have much to do with the English, except for Pratt's old drunkard, who is busy there, everyone else is still watching."

"Well, what does that guy think?"

"I think he's going to go it alone."

"I can't help myself!"

"The English probably think so, too."

"Haha, interesting. It seems that the English also want to make him suffer a little? ”

"Look at his performance, if it's too crazy, they'll naturally think like that."

"Got it!"

......

The Turks' home stadium has always been difficult to play, and this one is no exception.

Galatasarays should be at the bottom of the group in terms of strength, and even if the home bonus is added, it is only a notch higher, and it is reasonable that they cannot compete with Arsenal. But when the two sides really stood on the court, playing in the frantic shouts of 52,500 spectators, the power in the dark made them as excited as if they had been beaten with blood.

Torches, smoke, drums, flags, and giant posters all converge to create a unique stadium culture.

Rough, wild, and unreasonable.

Football matches tend to be like that.

When the gap between the two sides is not to the extent of crushing, all links are easily stimulated by good condition, and frequently show combat effectiveness that is not equal to the strength.

Galatasaarez is not rude, the reason is not hospitality, it is really the Arsenal team that is not in shape, and there is no sign of hatred in Farah.

What happened during the trip clearly affected everyone's mood. Even the smug Anelka was no exception, with a lack of concentration and frequent mistakes in the game.

In addition to him, Ljungberg and Wiltord are obviously slow and hesitant to judge on the field because of their psychological burden.

The whole team is not in good shape. You Mo, who is busy defending, rarely runs to the opponent's penalty area, and the possibility of rewriting the game is close to zero.

In a high-level competition, no matter how exaggerated individual ability is, it must be based on team play in order to play effectively. This is the main reason why many national teams struggle to make a difference in the tournament even if they have some of the best players in the world.

Of course, You Mo is not the type of screenwriter, director, and terminator by himself, and his goal at this stage is still one end and the other. The middle part is still outside the scope of competence. In this Arsenal team, his on-field role is more reflected in the defense and offensive finisher, who can understand his thinking, and the guy who keeps up with his rhythm has not yet appeared, and there is no way to completely release his combat power.

This is not well known, and even a professor with a poisonous eye finds it difficult to replicate what he has done in Kaiserslautern, as long as he can play the role of a terminator.

So the manager thinks. Naturally, the team members are not exempt from vulgarity. Neither the French, nor the Dutch. The Englishman, so far, still doesn't feel that he can form a tacit cooperation with him, so he will always be ignored when he has more passing options.

This one is especially noticeable.

The Dutchman was not on the pitch, the English and the French were offended by him, and the two guys who could barely form a match with him were not in shape. As a result, his performance was as sluggish as the whole team.

As if to contrast to the previous game, the punishment of a large area of form problems came as promised before half-time.

It was Wiltord who made the mistake and the problem was the same as at the beginning of the last game. When defending, the marking was not tight, and the wrong position selection led to the explosion of the wing. The only difference was that goalkeeper David Seaman was once again dragged down by his aging legs, and his jump height was obviously not enough, and in the end the ball could not be cleared out of the penalty area, and he was fatally hit by the opponent in the scuffle.

This kind of goal seems to have some luck elements, but it is actually full of many details of the inevitability, but as a spectator, you can't get the full picture. If you don't understand this, luck will prevail in every game in your eyes, becoming a roadblock for a strong team and a talisman for a weak team.

Arsene Wenger was a rare flare at half-time.

As a head coach, the most difficult thing to accept is the team's rollercoaster performance, especially the collective slump after a big win, which is easily associated with over-celebration, underestimating opponents, and not working hard. The turmoil on the plane did not reach his ears, because the English disdained to make small reports, and the French made small reports tantamount to changing direction to discredit themselves.

After all, in this team, everyone sees their disagreement with You Mo. Although the head coach is benevolent, his eyes are poisonous enough, and it is as difficult as climbing to heaven to influence his decision through one-sided words.

The guys who have been trained are a little absent-minded.

The English are in an awkward position, and even if they are mentally prepared for the situation at hand, they cannot ignore this fact.

The "everyone will suffer" in Yu Mo's mouth is gradually becoming a reality!

Conceding goals is their pot, not scoring is the pot of the whole team, the two are one, and their situation can be imagined. Of course, the guys who have made up their minds to endure humiliation will not waver in their position for the time being, no matter who wins or loses between Youmo and the French Gang, they have already put themselves out of the matter and have no credit.

France helped Anelka not worry about leaving home, although Petit is older, but the halo of the World Cup champion is there, and he will enter his contract year next year, and he now has most of the initiative on the issue of contract renewal. Patrick Vieira is still solid, but the dude is in the same situation as Youmo, who is affected by the poor form of his teammates, exhausted and with little effect.

Among the others, Ljungberg was fine, but Wiltord was miserable.

In the center forward position, his hard power still can't replace Anelka, even if his compatriot successfully transferred to Real Madrid, Wenger's heart of the center forward is still not him. On top of that, with star Bergkamp on the right flank and rising Swedish rookie Ljungberg on the right, he is well aware of the consequences of not being able to make a name for himself before Overmars' return.

Before the game started, he had a psychological shadow, and his state was not even as good as when he was kicking his head in the last game. If the whole team can't pull it back, what will he do to save his shaky main position?

Arsene Wenger did not criticize him by name, which was considered to save some face.

In the eyes of the French, after all, not everyone has the potential to become a superstar, and patience is a necessary quality for a manager.

"It's exactly the same as you said before, what are we going to do next?"

When he was about to walk out of the players' tunnel, the Swede, who had always had an idea, finally spoke up and asked this sentence that made him feel very uncertain.

It is an extremely simple thing to put it badly, and in the same way, in the eyes of responsible guys, behind the behavior of taking the initiative to put it badly, no matter how legitimate the reason is, it is still a thing that violates professional ethics!

He was really afraid that Yumo would answer like that.

"They brought it on themselves, and I'm not going to change that."

Fortunately, the familiar voice didn't copy the words in his head.

"Sylvain, you and Frederick look for every opportunity to cross, just hit me on the head."

Since Youmo officially started a war with the French gang and broke with the English gang, he has been isolated at the same time, but he has also become the focus of everyone's attention, and as soon as this sentence came out, sneers came as promised.

"Do you hear that? Just a cross! Anelka was the first to speak, his tone full of ridicule, "No one doesn't know that you have a great header, and a blind man can see why you frequently play high balls on the side, do you really think of the team as a Stoke City team?" ”

"Yo, the free man is not right?"

Petit didn't let out the ridicule because of his identity, but as soon as he said this, the English couldn't help but laugh.

While laughing, lift your chin lightly and pout the corners of your mouth.

In addition to not dealing with the French, the Germans have always been looked down upon by them, and the so-called "free man tactics" are simply deviant in the eyes of the English!

How much energy can a person have?

Want to cover the entire stadium?

Want to influence the whole game?

Want to change the whole team?

Modern football is not the slow and fast-moving era of the past, and the free man is just a four-way thing, and it should have been thrown to the museum a long time ago!

"No, an opponent of this level, with you and Patrick as the double back, the defense should not need my help."

In the midst of the laughter, You Mo actually answered Petit's question seriously!

All the listeners were stuck.

This guy does have a lot of freedom on the field, but that freedom is based on the tacit approval of the manager. No one has mentioned it before, mainly because this guy has a terrible goal scoring efficiency and the role of the defense. Even if the team lacks a passing point in midfield, it is just a normal option in the midfield position, and the impact on the team's attacking system is not an exaggeration.

And in fact, Yu Mo's foot skills are not useless, occasionally when the ball comes, although the simple and effective action can not directly create a threat, but the transition effect is no problem at all, and even the guys with a heart also specially counted his pass success rate.

74%！

That's a good level for a midfielder, and it's an acceptable number if the mistakes are mainly focused on passing forward.

In fact, it is.

No one on this team looked up to his skill at his feet, and the ball at the back would not have been handed over to him if he wasn't very safe.

In this way, the free man is clearly nameless, and the truth is incomparably present in every game he plays at this stage.

Due to the ironclad absence of Bergkamp in this game, Wenger took advantage of the situation to release Petit, who had been on the bench for a long time, and lined up a 4321 Christmas tree formation. (To be continued.) )