My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 60 We Fall into Dust ([-])

Marco Verratti also experienced a nightmare game.

He feels the same as Jorginho. They are facing opponents who are going all out and just want a win.

Verratti has just joined Arsenal. Of course he wants to win the championship for Arsenal, but he can't understand what it is like to have the desire to violate the championship for six years.

After Arsenal experienced turmoil, the players with the DNA of the Gunners, walked and injured, suffered a huge blow last season, and the team's will and desire to win were fading.

In addition, Wenger is not a coach who likes to play chicken. Now Arsenal, the team's values ​​​​and team spirit are in the stage of collapse and reconstruction.

The shame of being without a crown for six years is an unforgettable pain for Wenger, Chen Yao, and even Ramsey and Wilshere lying on the hospital bed.

But they don't care as much about new players and players who don't care about it, and they can't be motivated by stigma.

But Liverpool is different.

Gerrard is still the soul of the team, King Dalglish is back, the bloody effect of changing coaches is like changing a knife, coupled with Liverpool's painstaking continuation of the team spirit, with the support of tens of thousands of die-hard fans at Anfield, it is full of vitality.

They are a mature team that has experienced the baptism of the top league. They are an iron-blooded Red Army that aims to end six years without a championship. One of their legends is on the court and the other is off the court. They are fighting side by side with them.

The footsteps in the boot room are still echoing, the great Liverpool will not fall.

Verratti had never seen a game of this intensity.

He saw that Arsenal's frontcourt defense was useless, and the pressure was directly transmitted to the midfielder.

And every time Jorginho makes a grab, Verratti has to take advantage of his small size and fast speed to return to the defense.

But he made too many replacements this time...

Several times, Verratti turned around and saw Jorginho being tricked by Gerrard or being rudely pushed away by Charlie Adam.

And I can only try my best to cover the defensive area and prevent Liverpool from further attacking.

His efforts were effective at first, but Liverpool soon discovered their weakness:

short.

They started looking for Suarez or Carroll with high balls, and Verratti had nothing to do with this kind of ball.

In this way, the pressure is directly on the back line.

And the defense line has always been something Arsenal can't count on at all.

Cup goalkeeper Fabianski is also tired.

Because of his outstanding performance in the last game, Fabianski continued to start the game, and he didn't take much rest from the first minute.

Fabianski looked at the electronic screen, 27 minutes.

For 27 minutes, he has been paying full attention to the defensive line, because Liverpool's offensive has come like a tide.

Fabianski wiped his sweat. It was such a winter, and he, a goalkeeper, was actually sweating.

Before the sweat dries up, a football comes flying like a cannonball. Fabianski kicks the ground sideways, punches the flying ball, and falls heavily to the ground.

Feeling the pain coming from his body, Fabianski smiled wryly.

What's the matter.

"Arsenal's situation is very bad. Liverpool has completely gained the upper hand. They are almost playing around Arsenal's penalty area." The commentator said.

"Yes, look at the corner kick. The Arsenal players were very nervous and their uneasiness further affected their performance."

Liverpool sent a corner kick and there was chaos in the penalty area.

The corner kicker took a deep breath and fired an inswinging ball, and the ball went straight to the goal with the wind.

In the chaos in front of the goal, two figures leaped high——

Carol and Suarez!

Liverpool's double ghost hit the door.

The Arsenal defender didn't even take off, and Julu stared blankly at the two red shadows flying up.

Then there is the powerful head hammer like Mount Tai's top!

The football bounced off the ground and spun onto the net!

"GOOOOOAL! The goal is scored! It was Suarez who smashed the ball into Arsenal's goal!" The commentator shouted, "One to zero, Liverpool lead!"

Anfield was boiling, the fans sang you will never walk alone, and sent praises to the players!

And the Arsenal players looked at each other blankly.

Fabianski pointed to Zhulu, and was going to scold him, but saw Zhulu walking away indifferently.

He sighed, putting away what he wanted to say.

Looking at the bewildered looks of the players, Chen Yao knew it was time to say something.

But his throat was tight, his ears hurt, and his head was buzzing.

Do you want to make any changes?What guidance to do?

In his view, his players are like a bunch of soft waste, panicking at Anfield and contributing a poor performance.

And they are so timid, so cowardly, so uncompetitive.

"How long are you bastards going to be soft?!"

Chen Yao didn't care whether his voice reached the court or not, he pointed at the players and roared.

The scene was also captured on TV.

"Oh, it seems that coach Chen Yao can't keep calm. This is a scene we have never seen before. He has always been orderly directing the game from the sidelines." The commentator said.

"That's right, I think Coach Chen Yao may not have experienced this kind of situation. His players are out of control. But he himself seems to be out of control. At this time, accusations are useless." The guest said.

On the sidelines, Pat Rice looked at the roaring Chen Yao, hesitant to speak.

He walked to the edge of the seat and whispered to Wenger: "Arsena, I think Chen's condition is not right."

Wenger sat on the seat, folded his arms, and nodded slowly.

"Then..." Pat Rice asked, "Are you sure you don't want to do something? Or I can come."

"No, Pat."

"But... Arsene, he's young, he hasn't been through this kind of situation. He needs someone to tell him what to do."

"No, he doesn't need to," Wenger said. "Sometimes, a person is bound to make mistakes. But what matters is how he gets out of it."

"Arsene...you mean, let him understand?"

"What do you say, Pat? My upbringing taught me one thing, the best education is to experience it yourself, fall down and get back up."

"But, Arsene, this is the League Cup, do you treat it like a joke?!"

Good old Pat Rice is a little bit annoyed, Arsenal finally got to this point, this is the chance to end six years without a championship!
"No, Pat, I think clearly."

Wenger turned his head slowly, looked at his old partner, and said seriously.

"Of course I know the importance of this game, and I have known for a long time that Liverpool will also do their best. But I think it is worth it. If a cup can be used to forge precious qualities for a coach, it is even more important than a championship. valuable."

"Arsena..." Pat Rice murmured, "You're taking him as yours..."

Wenger waved Pat Rice down.He said softly: "Pat, I care about winning and the championship, but what I care more about is the future, what I can leave for Arsenal."

"What I want to leave for Arsenal can help this team win countless championships."

(End of this chapter)