The confrontation on the sidelines spread to the field, and the Benfica team became more and more courageous. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info's strong desire to reverse has made them tireless, and they have maintained high-intensity running and high concentration when they reach the critical point of physical fitness.

This gives them a clear advantage on the field, and the number of opportunities is overwhelming.

Although the Arsenal players did not receive instructions from the manager, the team never needed much reminders, and consciously protected the key points when they were beaten passively, and repeatedly let the opponent return in vain.

As soon as the 70th minute arrived, Mourinho replaced a defensive midfielder and put on a striker, forming a 343!

The substitutions were accompanied by a change in tactical play.

Side crosses, high-altitude bombing!

For teams that don't have many ways to break down dense defenses, a wide open and combined attack is the most cost-effective way.

This is what "miracles come out of force" means.

Yumo and Lehmann suddenly became the two busiest guys on the field.

The two pinned the hopes of all Arsenal people on their opponents like two mountains in front of the rumored goal.

The flying ball is their faithful companion, in every corner of the penalty area, with them, singing and dancing in the air!

Although they are two mountains, they have different roles, different tasks, and different treatments.

In a densely populated penalty area, the goalkeeper's territory is a small penalty area. They are protected by the rules, and if they are rammed by their opponents, the game is immediately stopped.

Unlike Lyman's protection, Yumo's situation was much more difficult.

He is not a guy who is known for his height, with his first-class sense of smell and super first-class jumping ability, he has become a trapeze artist soaring in the big forbidden area!

Due to the high appearance rate, it is impossible for him to judge in advance every time and jump easily. As a result, his body control ability, which can be called against the sky, has repeatedly exerted his might, and he has saved the day again and again before danger comes!

As the game time wore on, the Benfica players started to get a little impatient.

1:1 is a perfectly acceptable result for Arsenal, if they can take a point away from the Stadium of Light, the second place in the group is retained, and the final round is just a matter of fighting for the top spot in the group.

If Benfica only accumulates six points after five rounds, even if they win in the final round, they still have to look at other people's faces, which is equivalent to handing over 12 million Swiss francs to others first, and then hoping that others will not hold it if their hands slip!

This situation is unbearable for them, especially at the end of a game where they played so well, but they couldn't win because of someone in the opposing team.

Kill him first!

In the 79th minute of the game, the opportunity came.

This time it wasn't technically the kind of cross that could directly threaten it, and it landed too far away, almost on the line of the penalty area. So the Benfica players, who felt that they didn't need to endure it anymore, didn't run for the ball at all, not only jumped early, but also raised their elbows high!

If he encounters this situation at another time, You Mo will definitely let such a guy not be able to eat and walk around, but it is a pity that in such a game, not only is his physical exertion very large, but the little attention left is also difficult for him to see and listen to all directions.

So after a muffled sound of "bang", the trapeze who was still flying in the air one second ago was facing the sky on his back the next second and fell to the ground!

Blood quickly flowed out of the corners of the fleshy eyes, staining red!

Although the sharp whistle stopped the game, all the Arsenal people suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and all kinds of terrible consequences rushed up, and it became difficult to breathe!

Teammates quickly gathered around.

They weren't in a hurry to ask for an explanation, they were more concerned about what was going on with him.

As a result, half of their faces, which had been stained red with blood, were startled, and some of them had weak legs, and their voices were even more trembling.

"How's it going?" "How's he doing?" "How can this be?"

The arrival of the team doctor, Levin, made the chaotic scene clearer, and Yu Mo first waved his hand and refused to be accompanied by his teammates, and then gestured to himself with a thumbs up. Although he didn't speak, there was no pain on his terrible face, and he was calm as if he had expected it.

The game was interrupted for three minutes, but there were no red cards, and Benfica made a lot of money.

Seeing You Mo's figure disappear into the players' tunnel, the two guys who had temporarily stopped fighting on the sidelines began to point to Mai Mang again.

"This is the fighting spirit you are proud of?" Wenger's poker face was distorted with anger, and his voice raised an octave.

Mourinho's reaction was flat, just shrugged his shoulders: "It's just an accident, what are you excited about?" Don't tell me it's rarely the case in the Premier League. ”

Arsene Wenger was eager to grab the Portuguese by the collar and use his fist to divide the superiority, "Don't think I don't know, they got your hint to ...... in this way"

Interrupted before he could finish speaking, Mourinho turned his head impatiently and said, "Hints? If necessary, I will tell them directly. ”

"You, you, you......"

Arsene Wenger choked so much that his face turned the color of pig liver, and he couldn't say a word that could move the listener.

Less than three minutes later, a lazy voice came from behind the two of them.

"What are you talking about?"

The two of them were stunned at the same time, then turned their heads in unison and looked over.

A large translucent medical tape was pasted on the corner of You Mo's eye, and if you looked closely, you could clearly see the traces of stitches inside.

"How are you?" Wenger's brow furrowed, and the smell of gunpowder in his voice was clearly audible.

"It's okay, flesh wound."

"Talk about boring topics, what, are you interested too?" Mourinho looked him up and down with a vivid expression.

"Nope." You Mo slowly walked between the two and waved to the referee, "I have to find someone to settle the score." ”

"Huh?"

The two of them were flustered, but soon, Mourinho burst into laughter, his voice unbridled.

"Well done, revenge! It's best to hurry, or you won't have a chance as soon as the game is over! ”

Wenger's face was pale, his mouth moved, and he did not speak.

Yu Mo was still lazy, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"If it's a man, even off-court challenges are taken seriously. If it's not a man, I'll think I've been bitten by a woman. ”

……

Is it a man?

Yumo didn't really care about that.

Being plotted by someone else for such a thing, he may be furious and bent on revenge, but in his opinion, it is just a flesh wound, and there is no need to make a fuss. If there is an opportunity, or if the opponent is more aggressive, he may be more serious, such as Lee Bowyer, even if there is no way to teach the opponent directly on the court, he will not easily spare the opponent.

Now he wants to get back the whole game, and he can't let Lehmann's efforts go down the drain, nor can he let Zhang Xiaorui's hopes come to naught, let alone let Mourinho's wishful thinking crackle.

He saw the two clash on the sidelines, and the result went without saying and guessed.

Arsene Wenger is a talented man with a full stomach; Mourinho is a ruffian, full of black. In a field like war like football, two guys make decisions from top to bottom, and it won't take a few rounds for the former to leave a shadow in his heart.

He had no intention of interfering in the fight between the two, but he couldn't help himself in the rivers and lakes, and he always liked to find trouble by himself.

For example, in the current situation, even if he has done his best and has fought bloodily, it is still not enough, and he still has to come up with a way to change the situation, save the precarious hope, and prevent the head coach from having demons in his heart.

It's a bit of a harsh requirement, but he's used to it, and if he can win any game while lying down, he might find it boring.

"Wow, didn't you get replaced?"

As soon as he ran onto the field, Lehmann's loud voice was mixed with the applause of his teammates and yelled at him.

Germans actually saw who the person was changing, and deliberately asking this question was also a manifestation of worry.

Although the previous scene didn't hurt the bones, it looked really bloody. No one can guarantee that the guy who comes up now is still not the guy who went down before.

"yes, I'm here to settle accounts, do you remember who did it?"

Youmo's loud voice was full of energy, even if he shouted while running, it was enough to penetrate most of the stadium and fall into the ears of Benfica players without falling word for word.

Silence, an eerie silence, quickly descended on the Stadium of Light, enveloping the hearts of every player.

Everyone knows in their hearts that malicious fouls in football matches are normal; Everyone also understands in their hearts that although such a thing as intentional injury will be punished by the rules, the retaliation from the person concerned is also reasonable.

You can't tell anyone that I'm only allowed to hit you, and you can't fight back, right?

As men, men who often fight on the battlefield, in the face of the challenges issued by the Avengers, they can only stand up and calmly accept the offer.

However, who is the other party?

When they collide head-on, they can knock other people's calves into a "Z" shape, and who has nothing to do with themselves, who would dare to confront him head-on?

And it is clear that he did it on purpose, to take revenge on his teammates, this kind of madman who doesn't want to die....... Who can mess with it?

It's just a game, and you really want to take your whole career?

"Hey, didn't anyone tell me?"

The game had begun, but Yumo had not heard any answers. Whether it is an opponent or a teammate, it is as if their mouths are glued to the mouth, and they can't open their mouths.

Not only the Benfica players, but also the Arsenal players. For them, a draw is perfectly acceptable, and since they can continue to play, there is really no need to take a huge risk to retaliate against their opponents. So they chose to remain silent, and even when asked again, only someone who was equally bold shouted.

"Forget it, others may not have done it on purpose."

It was Lyman who said this, and the purpose was to calm things down. However, the Germans obviously did not understand the true purpose of the goods, and he was mercilessly ridiculed after speaking.

"Didn't you mean it? I didn't even hear an apology, I feel like I'm at a loss, isn't it? ”

As soon as these words came out, the Arsenal players couldn't hold back, coughing and coughing, covering their chests, and bending down with a low smile, and enduring it extremely hard.

The Benfica players had some on their faces, and their eyes were focused on the parties, with all kinds of emotions.

It was supposed to be a blood-pumping match, but after such an episode, their attention was deflected and they began to worry about face.

No one wants to have a guy in their team who dares to do something but doesn't dare to be, they even think that what the other party said is right, whether it is intentional or not, they don't even dare to admit what they have done, right?

If it's intentional, then stand up and accept the challenge like a man; If it wasn't intentional, then it would be so difficult to admit the mistake and apologize?

"I, it's me...... No, not intentionally. ”

During another pause, the voice finally rang out after a long absence, and one of the guys in Benfica's squad appeared ten meters away from Yumo and raised his right hand.

The sound was a little stuck, but everyone could understand it.

Apologizing is such a thing, once it is not the first time to act spontaneously, there will always be some psychological discomfort.

"Oh, that's fine, I accept your apology."

You Mo's loud voice seems to bring the whole thing to a successful end, but is this really the case?

What about morale?

What about the morale that supports the Benfica team's extraordinary performance, which is about to reverse and win, and enter the final round of life and death with their heads held high?

How many remain?

No one could give an answer, and the last ten minutes of the game spoke for themselves.

In the 82nd minute, Benfica's weak long-range shot was steadily confiscated by Lehmann. The German didn't wait for his opponent to return, threw the ball and turned sideways to volley!

Henry's start was quicker than everyone expected, and if it wasn't for the goalkeeper's header that broke the bottom line, it would have almost been a one-on-one shot!

It's not over yet.

Ashley Cole tossed the ball to Wiltord, who was back to pick up, and after receiving the ball, he got rid of the defense with a beautiful change of rhythm and began to move forward at high speed along the touchline!

Horizontal pass, hand it to Henry, and continue to go down!

After receiving a wonderful pass from a teammate at the baseline, the England genius created an own goal with a cross that made everyone uncomfortable!

2：1！

And that's not all!

In the 87th minute, the Benfica team pressed the attack unsuccessfully, Vieira broke the ball successfully, and the title was rushed!

The attack was still on the left, but the Gunners who played more and more were in a good rhythm, and after a series of links in a small area, Wiltord had a comfortable long-range opportunity in the middle!

Kick it out?

No!

At this time, you don't need to work hard to make a miracle, you just need to continue the good feeling until the work of art is completed!

Dribble the ball horizontally, attract the defense, plug it straight, and then plug it in at high speed!

It was Henry who received the ball, but the ball only stayed at his feet for less than a second before returning to his owner!

Wiltord!

From 12 yards, a low shot scored!

The tide is over!

Benfica perfectly interpreted the classic adage "those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety", and lost all their money in the last ten minutes of the game.

3：1！

Arsenal still took three points away from the Stadium of Light despite missing a leg and locked a place in the Champions League round of 16 in advance!

The turning point of the game could not be clearer, but as an outsider, it can be confusing.

How can you kick so well that you suddenly can't kick?

Zhang Xiaorui was an outsider, so he decided to ask. (To be continued.) )