My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 61 We fell into the dust ([-])

Arsenal went into the halftime break with a score of zero to one.

The score was not ugly, but Arsenal were completely destroyed by Liverpool in the first half.

If Liverpool's luck was a little better, Arsenal might have conceded two or three goals at this time.

During the half-time break, anyone passing by the dressing room of the visiting team at Anfield will hear the roar coming from inside.

Chen Yao seldom got so angry, but today he criticized the young players mercilessly.

"What have you got to be afraid of? You're acting like a herd of sheep. You're behaving like a shame!"

"What's wrong with Anfield? What the hell are you thinking about? Are your legs weak?!"

"They want to win, don't you? Look at what you are playing. I am very angry. I am very disappointed in you!"

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Continuous words starting with F came out from behind the door of the locker room, but when the second half of the game began, the Arsenal players who walked onto the court were not only confused, but also frustrated.

Dalglish looked at the atmosphere at Arsenal, then at his players, and burst into laughter.

He shook his head, returned to his seat, and watched the game leisurely.

The big picture is settled.

The game also developed as he expected. Arsenal's performance did not improve, but became more impatient.

In the 56th minute, Gerrard received a pass from the backcourt and encountered Jorginho's interception again when advancing with the ball.

Jorginho's defensive judgment was close to failure. His mind was filled with the coach's curses during midfield, his frustration in the first half, and his anger about this game.

After he found himself being thrown away by Gerrard's turn, he reflexively rushed to grab the ball, even though the distance was already visible to the naked eye.

"Wait...Ruore, I'm coming!"

Verratti was shocked when he saw this, and quickly made up for Gerrard, but Jorginho didn't stop.

He directly sent a flying tackle over, knocking Gerrard off his feet even with the ball.

And in the process of Gerrard's high-speed advancement...

The referee ran over and showed the red card without hesitation!

"This is an action with bright studs, and there is no problem with the referee's penalty." The commentator said.

"Yes. Jorginho seems to have lost his mind. In this game he was applauded by Gerrard with experience and skill, and the idea of ​​​​trying to turn the situation too much made him make an unwise move. Now , Arsenal will face the dilemma of fighting with ten players." The guest said.

Jorginho's hard life wandering in Italy brought a bit of ruthlessness and wolfishness to his bones. At this time, he was still angry after receiving the red card, arguing with the referee.

After being pulled away by his teammates, Jorginho regained his composure a little, shook his head and walked to the sidelines.

He passed by Chen Yao who was standing on the sidelines, but was shocked. The coach's stern look and murderous look in his eyes were something he had never seen before.

"You're fucking crazy, Joao, I'm so disappointed."

Chen Yao said to him coldly.

Jorginho was stunned on the spot. He opened his mouth to say something, but he only saw Chen Yao take two steps away without looking back.

Jorginho bowed his head aggrievedly and walked towards the bench.

"Hey, Jorge, come here."

Arteta waved to Jorginho and threw him a towel.

"Thank you, Mikel, I..."

Jorginho wiped his sweat and sat in his seat in despair.

"Jorge, listen to me, you are young and you have experienced too few scenes. It's not your fault."

"But coaching him..."

"Never mind the coach, Jorge. There are no natural superstars. He shouldn't treat you like this."

Arteta looked at Chen Yao's back and shook his head: "He is not such a person, nor should he be."

Jorginho's foul gave Liverpool a well-placed free kick.

Gerrard personally took the free kick.

Run up, find the right position, and exert force.

Just as he had done for more than a decade in his career, Gerrard curled a beautiful curling shot past Arsenal's goal.

Two to zero.

Chen Yao looked at this scene with a livid face and his shoulders were shaking slightly.

how so?why?Can we still make a comeback?

He couldn't figure out how the talented youth army in his hands, who would become great weapons in the future, fell so badly.
Don't they want to win?How can they be so vulnerable?
Chen Yao has gradually realized that the balance of the game has completely turned to Liverpool, and the bitterness of defeat slowly spread in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, he turned and walked towards the bench, whispering: "Mikel, Robin, Alexander, go warm up."

"This...it doesn't make sense anymore, Chen."

Pat Rice said helplessly.

The game has reached this level, and Liverpool has completely gained the upper hand. Even if they send in their main players, it will be difficult to make a comeback.

Moreover, the physical fitness of the main players is maintained at a very high level of load. Sending them on the field at this time poses a great risk of injury.

Chen Yao looked at Pat Rice, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said coldly, "Just wait a little longer."

At the same time, Anfield once again erupted into huge cheers.

Chen Yao looked back, only to see Liverpool's two strikers leaving Arsenal's defense behind and entering the penalty area.Andy Carroll crossed the goalkeeper with a semi-single knife and easily pushed and scored.

Three to zero.

"Should we... still warm up?" Alexander Song asked cautiously.

Van Persie lazily spread out on his seat and spread his hands: "Coach, there's no point. If you ask me to come up, I can't score three goals in 10 minutes."

Arteta said nothing.

For a moment, Chen Yao felt that all his strength had been exhausted. He waved his hand and murmured, "You guys rest."

The last 10 minutes of the game are completely garbage time.

Both Liverpool and Arsenal made three substitutions to give players some rest.

The two teams no longer engaged in high-intensity confrontation, and the score of [-]-[-] was doomed for either side.

When the referee's whistle blew, the score was finally settled:

League Cup semi-final first leg, Liverpool 3-0 Arsenal.

"We can say that Liverpool has basically locked up their ticket to the final. Arsenal's state in this game is extremely poor. They seem to be completely unprepared." The commentator said.

"This is the price of youth. To be honest, who hasn't experienced this when they were young? But whether it is a young coach or a young player, the key is how they come out." The guest commented.

Chen Yao stood there blankly, he almost wanted to turn around and leave, he didn't want to see these players, he didn't want to face them.

He didn't know how to describe his mood better, was it anger, powerlessness, or sadness?
At this time, he felt that someone came to his side and patted his shoulder.

It's Wenger.

Wenger's voice was serious as he said: "Chen, get back on the pitch, encourage your players, tell them it's no big deal."

"It's your responsibility. Whether your team flies into the sky or falls into the dust, you can't give them up."

"Remember," Wenger emphasized again, "this is your responsibility."

　Sorry, it's been a bit busy this weekend.

　　After finally being free, watching the women's football game is depressing, and watching the warm-up game is also depressing. . .

　　There is another chapter to come, and the manuscript is gone...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)