My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 76 The Second Coming of the Great Emperor
"Four to four! At the end of regular time, Arsenal leads AC Milan four to zero at home!"

"They equalized the total score. No one could have imagined that there would be such a wonderful contest in the quarter-finals of the Champions League this season!"

The time reached No.905 minutes, and stoppage time ended.

The AC Milan players walked off the field in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the lead of four goals was wiped out like this.

The commentators and guests are still commenting on the game with great interest.

They are very sure at this moment: no matter what the result of this game is, it will be this round, and even the most topical round of the Champions League this season.

The guest talked eloquently: "In the next game, whoever can score first will have a great probability of winning this round of the series."

"So who do you think is more likely to win the game?" The commentator threw the topic.

"Arsenal have done miracles, it has to be admitted... but I don't think Milan have lost yet. I can't believe they actually lost five-nil.

"However, before the game, no one thought that Milan would fall behind zero to four, did they?"

"Hahaha, you are right. What Arsenal showed is very unique. Can a team really improve so fast in just two weeks? Or did Milan completely lose its form due to some factors?"

……

In the locker room, the Arsenal players gasped for breath, trying to recover their physical strength and prepare for the final match.

"Coach, I'm sorry..."

Mikel Arteta grinned and gave Chen Yao a sorry look.

His jersey was covered in mud, his skin was also covered with bruises, and the sweat on his face was mixed with grass and mud. He looked like a mercenary who had just returned from Afghanistan.

In this game, under the extremely high offensive rhythm, Arteta's burden was too heavy.

In the offensive stage, Chen Yao arranged a lot of interspersed and transposed tasks for him, and he needed to be pushed to the front midfielder to play his offensive ability.

In the transition phase, he will drop back to the midfield position, provide lateral interception, and block Milan's first-line counterattack.

In the defensive stage, he, who fell behind the midfielder, had to use his sense of position to constantly harass Milan's offense, and even use his body to block Ibrahimovic's advance.

Arteta is still essentially a technical player, but in this game, he did not hesitate to take on the role of a large number of engineers, and at the same time tried his best to maintain the stability of the team's rhythm.

This was too much consumption for him, not to mention, he was hit by Ibrahimovic many times.

"I think I may have a little injury, but ... Coach, if I have to persist, I will play."

The team doctor had already run over to examine and recover Arteta, Chen Yao gritted his teeth and shook his head at him.

"Mikel, you should rest. You have contributed everything you have, and I will not let your efforts be in vain."

He looked around, tapped on the tactical whiteboard, suppressed the tremor in his voice, and said: "We will follow the plan. Next, Auba, you also play, with Thierry. We are desperate."

……

"OMG, what did we see?!"

As soon as the overtime whistle blew, the [-] fans at the Emirates Stadium burst into the loudest cheers they could!
On the court, in addition to the newly joined Aubameyang, there is also a figure they were very familiar with

——NO.14, Thierry Henry!

"Am I crazy? Or am I dreaming?"

Arthur muttered to himself, not just him, countless fans around him fell into madness.

The King of Highbury, the King of Gunners, Thierry Henry, once again set foot on Arsenal's ground.

Moreover, he is wearing a red and white jersey!
The NO.14 boy is back.

Henry's cheeks were already covered with beards, and his body was weather-beaten.

Stepped on the turf of the Emirates Stadium, stretched my ankles, and put on black gloves.

Henry looked up at the cheering, dark crowd of fans, showing a hearty smile.

My name is Henry and I'm back!
"Henry? What are they crazy about?"

Allegri complained to Tassotti in disbelief, "He is 34 years old, his knees are almost useless, right? Can he still play in the Champions League?"

Tassotti also felt that the scene in front of him was too bizarre, "Maxie, I remember he was still making dollars in the major leagues two months ago, right?"

"I don't think it's a competitive consideration," Allegri said.

"Besides, they are now... three strikers?" Tassotti sighed, "It's a desperate game..."

AC Milan, who returned to the court, also had no reservations. For the first time in this game, they really launched an attack.

So far, it doesn't make any sense to stick to it.

No one wants to be dragged into a penalty shoot-out where luck decides the outcome.

Arsenal can't accept all of this, and Milan can't accept all of this.

The coaches and players on both sides desperately hope to crush their opponents in overtime.

Moreover, as long as one goal is enough.

No matter which side scores a goal, the physical fitness and morale of the other side will drop to the bottom, and by then, the overall situation will be decided.

As a result, Milan launched a full-scale attack. Their formation broke the balance of maintaining the audience and began to press aggressively.

Allegri actually regretted making the substitution too early. He knew that he would be forced to this point. Replacing Aquilani and Bonera would not enhance the team's offensive power.

But now I have no choice, even if I continue to stick to it... According to the current state, can I keep it?
But Arsenal's current formation and personnel make Allegri very uneasy.

The coaches trained in Italy are extremely sensitive to the tests facing the defensive end.

Now, he obviously feels that the team's ability to control the counterattack is very poor, very poor...

Time flies by, overtime is not only a torment for both sides, but also an opportunity they are eager to seize.

118 minutes.

"boom!"

Ibrahimovic's retreat went straight to Nocerino who was plugging in. Nocerino habitually took a long shot, but the quality was not high, and it was taken by Szczesny.

Nocerino, who played the whole game, was also exhausted, and the quality of his long-range shots plummeted.

The precision of the two teams' offenses has plummeted, and the coaches of both teams have invariably instructed the players to take a shot whenever they have the opportunity.

At this time, no amount of cooperation is meaningful.

At this time, Nocerino saw Ibrahimovic pointing back anxiously.

At the critical moment, Ibrahimovic showed good tactical qualities. He turned his head and stared at Alexander Song, not giving him a chance to push a long pass to counterattack.

Nocerino knew he had to get back on defense, but he was really running out of breath

——But does Arsenal still have the stamina to fight back?

Of course there are.

Marco Verratti, who has not played for a long time, knows that this is his role.

Song's long pass was cut off, and he himself was the second engine of propulsion.

He received the pass from the backcourt, and in one go, he sprinted towards Milan's half with the ball.

This is what he is best at, and it is also what Milan, who is heavily pressing at this time, is most afraid of.

Nocerino never caught up with himself.

Van Bommel was old and slow, and he was carrying a yellow card. Verratti exerted his muscles, and his tense body squeezed away his interception.

In a blink of an eye, he had entered the hinterland of Milan.

And Arsenal's three forwards, Aubameyang, Van Persie, and Henry, are all advancing at full speed, pulling Milan's weak defense.

Verratti's heart is beating wildly, anyone can see that this opportunity is great!

Huge space, four-on-four balance of numbers, perhaps this is their last chance to kill the game!

(End of this chapter)