Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 117 Wenger's Final Winner

"Matthew! You are too cool today!"

"You boy just missed a hat-trick!"

"What medicine did you take? Can you give me some?"

"Hey, watch out for a post-match urine test and get you suspended!"

During the intermission, Matthew Dubis returned to the locker room triumphantly, and was greeted with warm applause from the entire team.

As the hero who scored two goals in the first half, it is conceivable that in the post-match highlights, he will become the most dazzling star of this game.

[After returning to Bournemouth next season, can I still have the capital to brag to the head coach and old teammates? 】

[I am also the man who scored crazy goals in the FA Cup final! 】
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Although Rigg's free kick was not scored at the last moment and the score was still 2:1, Adre and Cox were already in a fairly relaxed state.

Arsenal were sent off two people, and the substitute Wilshere became a frightened bird again, without any threat at all. As long as the defense continued to be tightened in the second half, even if Wenger asked the goalkeeper to rush forward to play as a striker, it was impossible to break through Wimbledon. Door!

Adrey didn't make any adjustments to his tactics, and he didn't talk nonsense anymore. He just sat quietly in his seat and watched those players bragging happily.

After about 10 minutes, he clapped his hands, stood up, and signaled to the players to stop making noise:
"Is it time for me to speak?"

Dubis, who hadn't boasted enough, licked his lips, obviously he could continue to brag for three hours, but under the pressure of the head coach, he could only obediently keep his mouth shut.

Just listen to Adrey say:
"One goal lead is always the most dangerous score. I hope you don't relax too much. A long shot, a penalty kick, a direct free kick, or a corner kick may all make our efforts throughout the game come to naught."

He looked at all the players and emphasized his tone:

"In the second half, I asked everyone to actively participate in the defense, including the two forwards, especially Dubis. Why did Bellerin break into our defense zone from the wing so easily? Why didn't you interfere immediately?"

Dubis, who just thought he was the number one superstar today, quickly lowered his eyes and stared at his toes.

Adrey looked at Akinfenwa again:

"You were too quiet in the first half. Now that they have one less central defender, we will get more offensive opportunities and hope to see your role."

Akinfenwa nodded vigorously:

"I'll fuck that German! He's not as fast as I am!"

Adrey glanced at his watch and made the final mobilization:

"For many, this is the last 45 minutes of Wimbledon, give it your all and leave no regrets!"
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"Arsenal are very passive now, they have been cornered."

Lineker looked at the big list in his hand:

"There are Flamini, Giroud, Chamberlain, Chambers, Gabriel and Ospina on the bench. Will Wenger make personnel adjustments?"

Wright shook his head again and again:

"None of them are the winners that Wenger needs most..."

Zhan Jun, who was thousands of miles away, pointed out the weakness of the old man:
"Professor Wenger, his on-the-spot command and adaptability have been criticized by gun fans. Faced with such a predicament, what can he do?"
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Before the doubts of the commentators dissipated, Li Polo knew the answer.

When the game restarted, it was no longer the timid Wilshere, but the murderous Sanchez who appeared in front of him.

Cox on the sidelines jumped up in shock:
"Let the Chilean play in the middle?!"

Adrey bit his lip:

"I still underestimated Wenger, let Francon and Porter shrink to help defend, Polo may not be able to defend him alone!"

His judgment was not wrong at all.

As a defensive player, the one-on-one in the middle is the most passive, because the opponent will have more offensive options than the wings, especially facing top breakthrough players like Sanchez.

Low center of gravity, low stride frequency, fast speed, amazing explosive power, weird dribbling, and flexible direction changes. Even with the help of [Eagle Eye], Li Polo is not sure that he can freeze this opponent in one-on-one defense.

After all, Sanchez can fail countless times, but as long as Li Polo fails once, the defense behind him will meet the violent impact of Chile's thigh!
Sure enough, before Adele's instructions were passed to the field, Sanchez rushed towards Li Polo with the ball. Fortunately, [Hawkeye] was on standby at any time, and Li Polo directly made a precise sliding tackle, allowing the Chilean superstar to eat himself The next step!
"Bah! He's a ruthless person!"

Sanchez rolled on the turf in embarrassment, turned over and got up, spat viciously, turned and retreated.

In this attack just now, he originally planned to use an emergency stop to change direction to sway the space, but his intention seemed to be detected by the opponent in advance. At the moment of his emergency stop, Li Boluo's sliding shovel came just right!
[Negative sentiment from Alexis Sanchez, +2! 】

I suffered a sliding shovel, but the negative emotions were much less than expected, indicating that the opponent didn't particularly care about a failure.

Lee Polo cheered up too.

He is very clear that the opponent in front of him is different from any previous one.

Sanchez, who left Barcelona and joined the Gunners, is definitely a top superstar. Unlike the previous No. 10 big-eyed dog, even in the soft Arsenal, the Chilean will always be the fighter with the most vigorous fighting spirit!

Seeing that the three Wimbledon players formed a siege, he didn't seem to worry about being at a disadvantage, and instead signaled his teammates to pass the ball again.

Monreal hesitated for a moment, seeing that he was very determined, he could only bite the bullet and send the ball to his feet.

Sanchez drew a circle behind his back with his right hand and chose to push forward to the left. Lee Polo and Francon formed a corner from left to right, ready to force him and Wilshere into the corner flag area.

But how can the Chileans be so easy to deal with?

Sanchez suddenly made an emergency stop and turned around in the middle, unexpectedly breaking into the restricted area from under Li Polo's ribs!
Li Poluo immediately stretched out his left hand, yanked at the hem of his jersey, and then let go immediately!

[It's only 0.5 seconds, the referee will never notice it! 】

But he is still too naive!

As soon as he let go of Sanchez's jersey, the opponent fell straight to the inside of the penalty area like an electric shock!

Li Poluo's heart sank suddenly:
"Fuck!"

He kicked the ball forward first, and then looked at Moss. Fortunately, the referee not only did not respond, but hooked his fingers to Sanchez who fell on the ground, signaling him to get up quickly.

Moss was very upset:

[You guy who transferred from Barcelona to England, do you really think that referees in our British Empire don’t know how to dive? 】

[Mourinho also praised me as the No. 1 whistle in the Premier League last year, how could it be possible for you to perform under my nose? 】

[With this level of confrontation, the undead will never call a foul! 】

(End of this chapter)