The visual shock of the black lightning goal was so exaggerated that it took two seconds for the entire Highbury Stadium to slip out with an irrepressible roar, quickly joining together and gradually rising higher, occupying everyone's eardrums and hearing nothing but buzzing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was still fear, confusion, and anticipation on his faces, as if his brain had completely shut down, and he needed to restart it to allow ecstasy to take over his body.

An hour and a half of torment was too cruel for every Arsenal player, and the surprise was so intense that after watching slow motion over and over again, some people still shook their heads.

This, this, this, how is this possible?

How can this be?

One second he was obscure, and the next second he became the god of war?

No, it's more appropriate to use "Grim Reaper"!

“...... I can't put it into words, I think I was probably scared, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of how to describe a goal like this! ”

Andy Gray can still talk and Martin Taylor is still fluting.

"1V3, no water, all breakthroughs are completed in one second!"

"That's an exaggeration, is this a game of pole winding?"

'No, he's against a very strong opponent and Chelsea have conceded just 26 goals this season, an average of less than 0.7 per game!'

"Change of direction, change of direction, change of direction, amazing explosiveness, without any superfluous movements, it is difficult to figure out where he will be in the next second!"

"Look at his opponents, none of them can stop even a second!"

"Terrible energy, at this stage of the game, it's like a devil, and it doesn't give the opponent any chance at all!"

"The last shot was cool and terrible, 0.1 seconds early or 0.1 seconds late would not have been this result!"

'The Chelsea players didn't keep up with the train of thought at all, all the reactions were subconscious and felt like robots!'

Hearing this, Martin Taylor woke up faintly.

"No wonder I didn't see anyone in the previous 15 minutes!"

......

Martin Taylor's speculation, although somewhat exaggerated, is not a problem with the choice of direction.

If the opportunistic killer can't bear the loneliness, he will inevitably be weak at the critical moment, and he will come out with a dislike.

It's just that as the number one star in the team and the aura of a head coach, the team's offense will inevitably be skewed, and it is impossible to ignore his running position and fall there.

So after communicating with Pire, his position began to be fixed in the middle, like a defensive midfielder, even if the ball was passed over, it was just a simple excess, and there was no desire to take the ball forward.

This situation has made his already unimpressive performances even more flat, and even if he didn't know what he was communicating with Pire, the ball wouldn't be centered around him.

In doing so, he gained a precious respite and began to build up the stamina needed to erupt. It's a pity that the middle of the stadium is too densely populated, and it is pure wishful thinking to rely on a few forces to kill a bloody path from the crowd, and Makellele's level is enough for him to drink a pot.

At the same time, the team's wide runs were not sharp enough, with the occasional low cross being disrupted by two of the outstanding Chelsea centre-backs. In this situation, it is pure luck to run to the forbidden area to grab points, and there is no time left, how can you expect pie to fall from the sky!

Got a solution?

How could it be!

Change positions at the same time!

If you can't open the middle lane, you can't pass it to the side, so make a fuss in the ribs!

Of course, patience needs to be maintained before that, otherwise everyone on earth knows that he is going to stir up trouble on the right side, how can he sit still?

So he continued to confuse his opponent with a bland performance, and the whole person looked like a crocodile squinting its eyes in the sun, looking like a piece of rotten wood!

Guys who have never played as a right winger, even if they can break through on the flank, what can they do if they pass to the middle?

If he was in good shape, he would have gone on a killing spree a long time ago, so why wait until this time?

It must be a dead horse as a live horse doctor!

Ideas such as these didn't prevail at first, and as time went on and the title became within reach, the Chelsea players were hampered by habitual thinking. They all looked alive on the surface, but in front of him, they were completely exposed, and they became prey that they were captured!

Physical state, nervous reactions, and experience accumulation are all not enough!

"It's horrible, honestly, it's been a long time since I've seen you score this way!"

Without a big celebration, You Mo only used his usual shouts after completing the goal, and began to walk to the sidelines.

There are a lot of small tails behind him, and Vieira is one of them, and the emotion in his voice is so rich that it can drip water.

"yes, I'm a little strange myself."

You Mo turned his head and smiled, continued to speed up his pace, and walked to the sideline after a while.

The Highbury Grandstand was still in a storm, and the eardrums were buzzing, but fortunately, the stadium was too small and the number of people was relatively limited, so that they could not be heard from a few meters away.

So Yumo waved his hand to the sidelines and told the excited Bald, "Go to Kevin, go down to Sylvain!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the guys in front of and behind them all froze.

Is this to be kept?

The opponent has already played half a game with 10 players, and still has enough stamina to turn the tables?

With about 10 minutes of stoppage time left, will it give the opponent a chance to start shrinking the defense so early?

Questions like these coiled around the excited face, and the smile froze. Bauer didn't waste time, and quickly turned around and acted, and the guys behind him were a little overwhelmed, as if the float suddenly stopped during the championship parade.

What a celebratory moment!

"The next game is going to be even more exciting, don't you have something to look forward to?"

You Mo's voice was lazy, as if he hadn't fully woken up after taking a nap.

......

Arsenal's substitutions coincided with changes on Chelsea's side.

Joe Cole down, Goodjohnsen on.

Although the former is incredibly fast, it consumes too much stamina in a game with such a heavy defensive task, and it is not very useful when the Jedi counterattacks. The latter is 190 tall, has an excellent header and a superb shooter, and can act as a battering ram in a dense defence.

By the way, it can also liberate Ibrahimovic and revitalize the midfield.

Coupled with Zola, who had been substituted before, the Chelsea players did not have the slightest panic on their faces, and they all looked like daredevils.

In contrast, Arsenal, who replaced a striker with a defensive midfielder, are obviously somewhat conservative.

As if to deliberately show this, Yumo and Parol switched positions again, returned to the middle, and continued his bland performance.

"It seems that the suspense of the game is still not small!"

As the referee's whistle blew, Ibrahimovic and Gudjohnsen quickly passed the half, and the Chelsea players were unequivocal and did not hesitate to keep up. Arsenal's side did not see the numerical advantage, except for Thierry Henry, who was still cruising in the opponent's half, everyone else returned to defend, and the defensive battle was very grand.

Andy Gray shook his head a little at this, but Martin Taylor sounded as excited as if he had found the key.

"Don't underestimate any champions, Chelsea will not give up with 10 minutes left since they can keep the title suspense until the last game!"

"Yes, even if there are only 10 people to fight, even if the opponent is very strong."

"And one more thing, even if the manager is sent to the stands!"

'Yes, Chelsea are far more resilient than we thought they would be, and if it weren't for Mo's kind of inhuman performance, a 1-0 scoreline might well have been the final result!'

"I'm sure any fan who watched the game would have come to a similar conclusion."

'It seems that the Chelsea players have not been hit as hard as they thought?'

"Yes, no one will blame them if they lose, they are heroes if they win, and their names can be engraved in the history of the club!"

'Well, Arsenal have been a bit more conservative in comparison.

"In other words, 'Mo doesn't mean to underestimate his opponent'. Of course, this choice can also be described as 'the impending victory has made him timid'. ”

"Yes, everything depends on the result!"

......

What will be the result?

In the 89th minute, Chelsea launched an attack in the middle, and after Frank Lampard and Zola combined continuously, the former sent a well-angled right-footed arc aimed at Gudjohnsen on the left side of the penalty area!

Iceland, who had just come on the pitch, pressed Campbell and headed back to Ibrahimovic who was inserted at high speed outside the penalty area!

The Swede is very skilled, and the flexibility of the body is even more against the sky, not waiting for the ball to land, the long leg is raised, the ball takes off from the right foot, crosses a wonderful arc, and comes to the left foot!

Then, with a slight unloading, the ball has stopped firmly on the line of the big penalty area, right in the middle of the goal!

Kolo Toure, who was in charge of the frontal defense, was caught off guard, and his left foot that stepped forward to block was in the air, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm when he turned around!

Ibrahimovic's movements did not stop, his right foot stepped on the ground, his body leaned to the right, and his left leg quickly swung back!

The amplitude is not big, the speed is fast, and in the blink of an eye, the left foot has fallen and kicked the ball to the bottom left!

There was a muffled sound of "bang", but the ball did not fly to the door as expected, but flew high out of the bottom line with a strange spin!

Like a kite with a broken string, it flies farther and farther away with ethereal hope, and gradually disappears.

Damn it!

Ibrahimovic spat on the unfamiliar Highbury field.

Meanwhile, the Arsenal breathed a sigh of relief and could finally take a closer look.

The results were both expected and unexpected.

Before Jumo could get up from the ground, Webb's whistle blew and gave Chelsea a direct free-kick on the line of the penalty area!

The boos rang out, and the Arsenal players quickly gathered around for an explanation.

Vieira was among them, but when he ran to the target, he was hit by a familiar sound, so he immediately raised his arms and blocked the excited guys behind him.

Yu Mo glanced at Ibu rather leisurely and said, "It's a pity, it should have been a penalty." ”

The Swede was about to open his mouth to retort, but the words fell to his lips.

It was supposed to be a penalty?

Have you entered the forbidden area?

Where?

The shot is done, and it's a blessing to be able to give a brilliant free-kick after the right foot, where is the penalty?

"If you don't shoot, take another step forward and my lateral tackle will bring you down with the ball."

Youmo's voice came softly, and it sounded like it had taken root in Ebu's ears, and it could no longer be erased.

Just one step away?

Only one step away??

Just one step away???

Why!

Why!!

Why!!!

......

No one could give Ibrahimovic an answer, and neither could he himself, so such a direct free-kick that was enough to rewrite the league championship was of mediocre quality, and was blocked by Lehmann and flew to the bottom line again.

Damn it!

The Swede roared angrily, as if doing so would erase the frustration in his heart. Unfortunately, no one paid attention, and no one could help him fight for the first point in the next corner kick scramble, and the ball flew directly outside the penalty area.

Parol quickly slapped his horse and stabbed before Duff!

The ball crossed an arc and landed on the right touchline, and the England veteran drove full force to finally block the ball before it could be qualified, and controlled the ball!

Adjust a little and sprint!

At this time, the old man is rarely teenagers!

Parlour has never been more energetic, as if he was back in the day he was 18 years old and represented the team for the first time on the senior field.

The rush of momentum overwhelmed Gallas, and the familiar scene brought a tingling sensation, so the Frenchman gave up the grab, turned and ran back.

Five, ten, fifteen....... The two quickly passed half-time, and the situation gradually became clearer.

3 to 3!

On Arsenal's side, Parloer is the vanguard on the right, Henry is the big general in the middle, and Youmo has just passed the half, looking like a marshal in the formation, and he is in the middle of the tiger.

Chelsea had only Gallas, Desaili and John Terry in front of the squad to get back into their own half, and the nearest Makelele was left behind by some nasty guy who couldn't help for a while.

The steps of the six people were almost synchronized, and the distance between them was very different. This turned the narrow Highbury Field into a one-on-one gladiatorial arena, with all the spectators holding their breath and staring at the flickering cold light.

The ball had become a weapon, and it was rushing across the grass as Parol swept across the grass with a murderous aura and pounced on his opponent fleeing in panic.

Garas was awakened by the chill on his spine and turned his head to take a look.

The chill turned into a chill, and his legs stiffened, and he staggered two steps to continue to maintain the pressure.

In the huge space, two nightmarish guys are side by side, exactly like last time!

Although the guy with the ball has become another, and the guy who creates nightmares is still far away, how many were in the middle before, and how many are now?

No, we have to find a way to stop them!

Even if it's a foul!

Also .......

As soon as the thought was stretched out, the body had only turned half a circle, and the person and the ball suddenly burst out, passing by with a chilling murderous aura!

It's over, it's over.......

Garras turned around in embarrassment, continued to act as a background cloth, and because of the lack of physical strength left, he ran and ran straight to his own forbidden area, leaving an acre of land and three points alone.

Parloll was lonely as snow, and he still couldn't see his opponent grab all the way outside the penalty area, so he had to adjust his direction and start to move diagonally towards the middle.

You Mo originally fell a long distance, and he just caught up at this time.

How dare Desaili defend him closely, he has already distanced himself and sat in the ribs of the big penalty area. As a result, Gallas accidentally lost his one-third of an acre of land and also ran over to join in the fun.

This situation was obviously not scientific, so with Parol's inchement, Gallas had no choice but to meet it.

Cursing in my heart continued.

Damn it........

Parol wasn't as hateful as a certain guy, and of course he could have been sprinting too hard to sustain. In the face of a headless fly-like opponent, he made a move that was not surprising.

Inverted triangle, cross!

When You Mo just stepped into the penalty area, the ball came to his feet.

There is only one Desaili in front of him, and the angle of the shot is 50 degrees, and the distance in a straight line is up to 15 meters!

Why don't you give it a kick?

The last goal has already tied Michael Owen, is he willing to be equal?

Once the Liverpudlian scores another goal, won't he lose face?

The last goal is enough to go down in history, the same position, the same opponent, what other options will there be?

Desaili obviously ruled out the above possibility, but he didn't dare to act rashly, kept a good distance, and his body was like a wound clockwork, ready to pop out to stop his opponent.

Between the lightning and flint, You Mo's choice was a little unexpected.

didn't even feint to shoot, a buckle with his right foot, and dribble in the middle of the big penalty area!

Such an unpretentious action can't fool anyone, it's just that the location is too dangerous, and it's easy to grab it rashly. So no one was slow to slack off, and everyone continued to stick to their posts, leaving the victory or defeat to the one-on-one result.

One step, two steps, three steps, all the way to the left ribs, Henry had to pull to the left side of the big penalty area line to respond, and the left foot was quickly lifted and buckled to the right!

The next action was not as fast as lightning, but it was exactly as accurate!

Nudge with right foot, target: small penalty corner on the right!

Parol pinned Gallas firmly behind him and gave him a nudge to end the long journey.

Call....... Tired.

.......

The long game is finally over, so tired!

Where's the applause?

The cheers are also wooden, and life is as lonely as snow........