My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 69 This is the Power of Belief
"Gentlemen, do you have no brains or eyes?! You actually missed that guy who is only 1.8 meters tall?"

Milan goalkeeper Abbiati yelled at the defenders.

"Please, take it easy, man."

Thiago Silva slouched past and said casually: "We're still three goals ahead, why are you so nervous?"

Abbiati shook his head helplessly. At the age of 34, he has seen a lot. There are many things that cannot be seen that affect the outcome of a team.

For example, mentality.

Now, Milan's mentality is, at best, relaxed, and at worst, sitting back and waiting for death.

It depends on whether Arsenal has the ability to kill Milan.

Abbiati couldn't help but pray silently, it's best that they don't have this ability...

Allegri's view is the same as Abbiati's.

The well-versed Milan coach is also aware of the mentality of the team, but the paradox is that Allegri can do nothing about it.

Milan's dressing room is very complicated. At least, for Allegri, all he can do is cooperate with the dressing room, not control it.

This has such benefits.

Allegri gave the locker room bosses enough face, and the locker room bosses cooperated with him tactically, so that the advantages of both sides could be coordinated to the greatest extent.

The disadvantage of this is that the atmosphere and mentality of the locker room are dependent on those famous stars, and there is a limit to what you can do.

"Maxi, what do you think should be adjusted?" Tassotti asked Allegri.

Allegri narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Maybe it's best not to adjust. They need to wake up."

……

The total score of one to four did not make Milan nervous.

No one would be nervous facing such a score...

But Milan's state is obviously slowly picking up.

The first goal conceded can be said to be the result of Arsenal's tactical design, but there is also a lot of luck.

For example, Milan, which has come a long way, needs a little time to adapt to the climate of London.

For example, the turf at the Emirates Stadium takes a little time to get used to.

For another example, for passionate fans, they also need a little time to adapt.

All this, coupled with their slightly casual mentality, put them at a low point in the opening minutes.

Arsenal, fortunately, seized this time period.

……

Arthur and Donna appeared in the stands as usual, and now, they could not do without any home game.

They are integrated with the tens of millions of Arsenal fans around them, and even when facing a desperate situation of defeat, they still support their home team.

Whenever Arsenal attack with the ball, they will give the warmest cheers.

Whenever Milan got the ball, what they sent was boos from the audience.

No. 16 minutes.

Ibrahimovic finally got the ball.

As soon as he touched the ball, he heard boos pouring into his ears.

Ibrahimovic frowned, feeling irritated in his heart.

I didn’t offend you, so what’s the big deal?
But Ibrahimovic also knows that his reputation is not always so good.

How many fans admire his skills, and how many fans criticize his career trajectory of repeatedly changing teams.

But, go fuck it, in this world, power is king.

Every good team wants me, that's my ability, who are you qualified to judge?
Ibrahimovic suppressed the annoyance in his heart and half-turned to face the goal, but his movements stagnated.

What a strange feeling.

Ibrahimovic, who has his own system, at this moment, finds that he has no way out of the ball.

He quickly looked around and raised his brows.

—Is this how you deal with me?
In this game, Arsenal did not try their best to stare at Ibrahimovic like they did in the first round, but kept a distance in an orderly manner and cut off the connection between Ibrahimovic and his teammates.

In the last game, Ibrahimovic alone involved Arsenal's defensive energy and released the forward ability of the midfielder.

Both Boateng and Nocerino played their own representative performance.

But in this game, AC Milan's midfielder did not have this ability.

First of all, it is Allegri's arrangement, which strictly limits the midfielder's post-insertion.

Secondly, there is the player Emmanuelson. As a substitute for the team, his ability is mediocre. He does not have much outstanding offensive ability.

And Van Bommel needs to sit in the backcourt and protect the defense, and Nocerino doesn't come up much.

As for the two strikers, Robinho still looks lazy, he is not willing to expend more energy to run without the ball.

At this time, he was lounging next to Mertesacker, sticking to the German iron guard like a piece of gummy candy. All of a sudden, people were wondering who was defending whom...

The young Shalawi took a serious attitude, carefully staying on the offside line, looking for opportunities.

But if there are only two players in the frontcourt, Ibrahimovic and Shalawi, how can it be possible to penetrate Arsenal's defensive line of up to five to six people?
"Yes, Pat, that's what I thought."

On the sidelines, Chen Yao explained his idea to Pat Rice who was concentrating on observing the game.

"Ibrahimovic's ability is very strong. We must either strangle his personal offense or strangle his bonus to his teammates. But it is too difficult to do the former."

"So, your idea is to use the space given to Ibrahimovic to exchange the restrictions on other spaces?"

"Yes." Chen Yao nodded, "I admit it's a bit of a gamble, but I don't believe Ibrahimovic can beat us to death alone."

Pat Lesnu said, "Maybe you are right, but this requires our defensive players to think clearly and run in place. Once the space is leaked, it is Milan's opportunity. They do have some superstars."

Chen Yao patted the old assistant coach's shoulder in relief, "Pat, don't worry. I believe in my players."

He looked at the Arsenal players on the field and said firmly: "My mission is not to doubt, but to believe."

There was no chance for an assist, and Ibrahimovic did not hesitate for long.

He flashed an evil grin.

Just let me go?Do you really think that I, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, need teammates that much?

Ibrahimovic immediately picked up his speed and rushed towards Arsenal's defense line with his strong body and fast speed.

At the same time, a not-so-strong figure chased after Ibrahimovic, and strode forward to block Ibrahimovic's advancing position the next second after Ibrahimovic started.

Then he was knocked out by the strong Ibrahimovic.

However, Ibrahimovic was also affected by the sudden interception. He quickly stopped the ball, and when he was about to change direction and accelerate again, he felt the danger.

A tower-like figure suddenly rushed forward with the sound of the wind.

"boom!"

Two strong players collided hard, and the football lost control during the collision and was kicked away.

Ibrahimovic tilted his body, staggered a few steps, and took a clear look at the person in front of him in annoyance.

German iron guard Per Mertesacker nodded slightly to him, and quickly stepped back to his defensive position.

Robinho, who he was marking originally, remained where he was, expressionless.

Beside him, Koscielny was staring at Ibrahimovic, ready to go back to fill the position at any time, while constantly looking back to observe the positions of other people.

Ibrahimovic looked back again and saw Mikel Arteta, who was not strong, got up from the ground, spit, limped, and ran forward without looking back.

It was his desperate interception that interfered with his center of gravity just now.

Looking around, Ibrahimovic didn't see many of his teammates in his field of vision.

These players, for the common goal, use unified will to stop themselves.

Ibrahimovic's heart trembled, he couldn't tell if he felt a little sore in his heart, he rarely trusted his teammates like this.

Chen Yao generously applauded the players on the sidelines, and the Arsenal fans also cheered.

They chanted the players' names.

"Pat." Chen Yao looked at the old assistant and smiled happily: "This is the power of belief."

(End of this chapter)