My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 89 Double Egg Gas
Kenny Dalglish stood as straight as a tree on the sidelines, but his face was very ugly.

Only [-] minutes into the game, Liverpool has fallen behind zero to one.

Dalglish's dream of a double crown was pushed to the edge of a cliff as soon as the game started.

Even though he is not a top coach, he can still see some clues.

This conceded goal is not a mistake, nor is it an accident, but a difference in philosophy, tactics and awareness between the two teams.

what can we do about it……

Gritting his teeth, Dalglish rummaged through his mind for a strategy, but the situation on the court was changing rapidly.

"It's still early. The goal we just conceded was just an accident. We will get it back soon!"

Gerrard and his teammates gathered together to boost morale.

"I... don't feel right. Our offense is uncomfortable. Should I drop back more defense?"

Henderson whispered that as a right midfielder, his feeling is obvious.

Henderson, who is cruising on the wing, often feels at a loss, and his accustomed position is still a central midfielder.

When Arsenal counterattacked with the ball, Henderson's subconscious reaction was to run back to the center to protect the penalty area, but Dalglish's rigid tactics required him to stay in a high position as a reception point for long-pass counterattacks from the backcourt.

"Don't think too much, follow Kenny's arrangement."

Gerald frowned and ignored Henderson.

The two full-backs, Enrique and Glenn Johnson, are beating drums in their hearts. Now that the team is behind, should they add assists, or should they just stay and defend?
"Hey... the defense just now was my fault, otherwise I should stay in the backcourt."

Enrique turned his head and said to several teammates around him.

"Don't." Hearing this, Tangning, the forward on the left, became anxious, "Jose, if you don't come up, how can I play?"

Downing's performance last season was very good. He was able to pass the ball suddenly and performed brilliantly. As a result, he was bought by Liverpool for nearly 2000 million pounds and served as the sharp knife on the left side of Dalglish's dream.

However, after Tang Ning came to Liverpool, his state quickly declined. He played for more than half of the season, and his statistics both dropped to zero. He was called "Double Egg Gas".

Carvajal, who was in the distance, looked at Tangning anxiously arguing with his teammates and showed a disdainful smile.

The coach was right!
Carvajal remembered what Chen Yao had taught him when he was preparing for Liverpool.

……

"Danny, Dalglish likes Stuart Downing very much. Your opponent will most likely be him."

"Tang Ning performed very well last season, but don't worry, he is not a big threat now. So far in the season, Tang Ning has just scored his first goal and still has zero assists..."

"Coach, why did his condition decline so quickly?" Carvajal expressed curiosity.

"Oh." Chen Yao replied, "This issue may only be clear to him. But there are several factors that are very clear."

"First, Tang Ning's style of play is too simple. He almost only breaks through the bottom pass, and in a small club, he has a lot of ball possession and a lot of space to complete this task, while in Liverpool, He's going to have a lot less chance of getting it. He needs to adapt."

"Second, Dalglish's employment is very strange. He is obsessed with the combination of fast wingers and fast centers like the 80s, but he cannot give clear instructions to the players."

"So if you look at the videos of this season, you will find that when Dalglish puts on Carroll and Suarez, Downing hesitates between hitting the high ball or walking on the ground, which affects the efficiency of his crossing. .”

"And Dalglish didn't know what he was thinking. He simply took down Carroll later... This is equivalent to weakening Downing's passing ability again."

Carvajal nodded: "Coach, so I just need to prevent him from breaking through along the side, right?"

"Yes, and he is a typical left-footed player. Just follow him closely and appropriately limit the use of his dominant foot. And if Dalglish does not send Carroll, Downing's behavior will be too predictable. "

"Danny, there's one more thing..." Chen Yao gave him a weird smile at the end, "Tangning has been very unlucky this season. He has hit the goalpost several times... so you can even let him go."

Carvajal didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Coach, can I still trust his luck?"

"Of course." Chen Yao said, "Although luck is a very metaphysical thing, it will put tremendous psychological pressure and psychological hints on the players. Believe me, the level of self-doubt Tangning has now is beyond your imagination."

……

"Please, Stuart, can you have some confidence in yourself."

Glenn Johnson is also a little guilty. He actually doesn't really want to use support, because Chamberlain Carvajal's Arsenal right corridor is also the master of counterattacking and running desperately.

"Glenn, just do me a favor." Tangning looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't want everyone in the audience to go to jail.

"Okay." Glenn Johnson said helplessly, "We're behind anyway, if we can't score, it's useless to defend..."

The game continued, and after a brief exchange, the Liverpool players unified their thoughts.

Agger sent the ball to Charlie Adam, and Charlie Adam directly passed a long pass to the side. The ball crossed the blockade of Arsenal's interception line and came to Downing's feet.

Yes, that's right, that's it, that's how simple and powerful football should be, how can there be so many bells and whistles!

Dalglish clenched his fist, believing that his tactics were correct.

Glenn Johnson took the risk of giving up his defensive zone, ran wildly to put it on, and made a quick two-for-one cooperation with Tang Ning, obliquely plugging forward, allowing Tang Ning to get the ball in a deeper area.

Tangning was refreshed. Such technical coordination was rare in Liverpool's style of play. More importantly, he returned to a familiar position.

Facing Carvajal's single defense, Tangning poked the ball forward with his left foot for a certain distance, trying to overtake directly.

Carvajal was quite focused. Less than half a second after Tangning started it, he also quickly followed.

But Tangning exerted all her strength for this moment, and Carvajal was surprised to find that he was half a body behind...

In one-on-one, the attacker always has a slight advantage.

At this moment, Tang Ning had already shot out of the line like an arrow from a string and made a pass!

The height of his ball is not high, but the arc is very beautiful. Downing's cross success rate is quite high in the Premier League.

Carvajal secretly yelled that it was not good. He quickly looked back at the penalty area, and his expression suddenly became weird.

Yes, the ball did land well, Suarez grabbed the volley

——"bang!!!"

The football bounced off the post and Szczesny stared at it dumbfounded.

Gerrard, who was ambushing the Arsenal penalty area, quickly ran into position and fired a supplementary shot before Mertesacker could turn around!
——“bang!!!”

Gerrard was stunned, and Szczesny was also stunned. The ball hit the top of the crossbar and flew out.

Tangning was gasping for breath, looking at the chaos in the restricted area dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.

What the hell, this season I really just need to memorize it...

Tang Ning even remembered that there was a game where Liverpool made a point, and his teammates deliberately gave up the penalty to him in order to let him break through.

Then Tangning kicked her away...

The same goes for his shots and crosses. Either they were perfect opportunities but hit the post, or they were inexplicably missed by his teammates.

This also indirectly caused him to have zero goals and zero assists for most of the season, and it also made Dalglish's heart-wrenching two wings fly together half of it.

Considering that Henderson's side can't fly, in fact, this tactic is a waste of both wings...

What made Tangning even more devastated was that the bouncing football didn't even go out of bounds, but bounced straight back to the center circle.

There, a bewildered Alexander Song stopped the ball with his chest, turned around and counterattacked.

(End of this chapter)