“GOOOOOOO――OL!!! Niklas, Niklas? Bendtner, our hero!! ”

"Niklas !!"

Luke's words, like a detonator, completely detonated the passion of Arsenal fans.

Although only more than 3,000 people came, it was enough, and the sound of more than 3,000 people was like a flash flood, and the scorching heat made people's blood boil.

'Whew, it's amazing, I love the atmosphere, I love the feeling. ’

Even away from home, seeing that Bendtner was so highly regarded by the fans, Arshavin's face unconsciously showed a trace of heat, and he was looking forward to his own game more and more.

In an away game, the fans are so restless, so what would it be like to be at home, in a modern stadium with 60,000 people.

Arshavin has more ideas about his own prospects at Arsenal, but this one, Arshavin is destined to be disappointed.

It's not just Arshavin who is disappointed, Tottenham fans are absolutely disappointed.

Seeing that the game is about to enter the half, and their team is playing well in the attack, who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, their team will fall behind, which is really unacceptable.

'Whew, that's terrible. ’

Lao Lei looked at the situation on the field, and his heart went straight to the bottom. This Arsenal team is different from what they have encountered before, and the week's rest has helped them a lot.

In the midfield, their No. 6 and the black man are not afraid of confrontation, and they can't use their body football to eat the opponent's midfielder, but on their own side, there is a frequent possibility of being cut off, just like the goal just now.

Lao Lei felt that he was in big trouble. Fortunately, the first half is coming to an end, and the gap of one goal, the second half can be adjusted in time to catch up.

In derby, the disadvantage of one goal is nothing at all. Lao Lei comforted himself in his heart.

Unfortunately, his comfort was shattered in stoppage time in the first half.

The attack is still the same, not only Arsenal's attack, but also Tottenham's attack, they are definitely not willing to go into the half with a goal conceded.

Therefore, in the last minutes of the first half, Tottenham launched a furious attack, and there was no intention to stabilize it at all, and the mentality of Tottenham's players was all forward.

And this gave Xiang Hao a chance.

Greetings off the field, not so polite on the field, for the core of Tottenham, Croatian Modric, Xiang Hao wants to completely defeat him.

Squeezing, bumping, entanglement...

Xiang Hao at the top of the front faced Modric again, and the two were one-on-one again, Modric failed to play the ball at the first time, and wanted to turn around Xiang Hao and divide the ball again, but the result can be imagined.

The two physical contacts forced Modric's heart to wander, Xiang Hao looked at Modric's gap, and totoed to let the ball out of his feet, followed by a competition for power.

In this regard, Modric lost faster, only a Croatian of 1.74 meters, with a solid lower body, but the upper body confrontation was not excellent, and he couldn't stop Xiang Hao.

was quickly crushed by Xiang Hao, although he did not stumble to the ground, but it was impossible to entangle with Xiang Hao again.

The entire Tottenham defence was loosened at this moment. This is the disadvantage of playmaking midfielders, who have to get the ball out as quickly as possible when facing a defence, and at this time, they need to be surrounded by teammates who are good runners or who are active in receiving the ball.

At this point, Jenas, Lennon and others are not worthy of Modric at all.

When Xiang Hao was on top, they didn't realize the weakness behind Modric at all, so they just pressed on for a while, passively waiting for Modric to come out, but no one approached in time and took the initiative to help him share it.

Modric was also too careless, he had lost Song a few times before, and he had a very good time, underestimating the interception power of the Arsenal midfielder and ignoring the existence of Xiang Hao, whose speed and reaction were abnormal to the perversion of others.

did not distribute the ball to his own back line for the first time, not only because Modric was too confident, but also because the entire Tottenham team reacted to the mentality at this time, wanting to attack too much and not wanting to delay time, and as a result, there was such a big mistake.

Modric lost the ball, and the entire Tottenham defense was equivalent to a big hole being torn open and let Xiang Hao gallop.

Yesterday again! A spear goes straight to Tottenham's half!

Xiang Hao, who was running, completely left the opponents and teammates behind him, constantly approaching, constantly approaching, putting pressure on Tottenham's backline.

At this time, Dawson and Woodgate did not dare to rush over to block at all, because Van Persie and Bendtner were like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, ready to give themselves a fatal blow.

When Xiang Hao started, Van Persie tacitly stepped forward, and the appropriate pulling position made Xiang Hao run more comfortably, and also made Dawson and the two lose their ground, and they had no time to take care of it.

Forty meters, thirty-eight meters, thirty-six meters...

"Damn, don't let me in!"

Dawson finally couldn't retreat, he knew very well that when the opponent entered an area of about 30 meters, then his team was the prey, waiting to be hunted, just like Everton in the last round, poignant as a swan.

rushed towards Xiang Hao with all his might, Dawson had already decided to foul, the opponent was too strong, and he felt like he had no friends.

Once it's gone, it's over. As for his position, the two damn linebacks had finally been retracted, and Dawson felt reassured.

However, Dawson noticed that his two teammates retracted and helped to stare at Bendtner and Van Persie, Xiang Hao also noticed, and he noticed more, because there was a familiar figure, red and white.

"Huh!"

The friction of the ball rolling rapidly sounded in everyone's ears. Arcing to the ground, the ball crossed Jorluka's feet and appeared behind him.

Nasri, one of France's four little swans, Zizou II, appeared in the Tottenham penalty area with extremely agile movement.

With a straight left foot, a one-handed ball, Nasri confronted Cudicini, "Smack! Syllable! ”

There were two crisp sounds, and Cudicini tried to pounce on Nasri, but unfortunately it was still slow.

Nasri's coquettish smash wiped the saved Cudicini and hit the empty net!

“GOOOOOOOOO――OL!!! Samir, Samir? Nasri !! 2-0！ We are two goals ahead of Tottenham! ”

Luke's hoarse cry resounded through the sky, completely waking up White Hart Alley.

"Huhu

"Good Samir, good my boy!"

"So handsome, so handsome, Samir, you're our Robert (Pire)!"

…

The cheers of the audience rang out, and with the momentum of more than 3,000 people, White Hart Lane instantly turned into a stage for Arsenal people to celebrate.