My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 93 The Fateful Showdown
May [-], Wembley Stadium.

A few days ago, here just witnessed the FA Cup semi-final matchup, and now, here will be the venue for the final.

There were still a few hours before the game kicked off and the crowds at Wembley were not dense.

On the stands, in the high VIP box, a bald man in a suit and leather shoes was looking out the window at the magnificent stadium with a glass of red wine.

"Harry, you know what? I've always wanted to bring a great stadium like this to Tottenham."

Danny Levy took a sip of the wine in his glass and turned his head to look at the gray-haired Harry Redknapp.

"Mr. Levi, I'm not going to drink anymore. We're going to play in a few hours."

Redknapp knows that at this moment, somewhere in Wembley, the FA Cup trophy is quietly waiting to be picked up by its winner.

"Harry, how many years have you been to Tottenham?" Levy asked.

"Three years. I joined the team in 2008."

"Yes, I still remember. You reached the Champions League in your first full season and won the Coach of the Season award. You are an excellent coach."

"My pleasure, Mr. Levi."

"Harry...then you know what? We cannot afford to lose this game."

Levi put the wine glass on the table, turned around and paced in the VIP box.

"The team didn't finish in the top three. Now, we can only pray that Chelsea don't win the Champions League. Harry, do you know what this means? It means that we will have 3000 million pounds less revenue in our account."

Redknapp coughed uncomfortably. He knew that Tottenham's performance at the end of the season was substandard, and as a coach, he could hardly absolve himself of the blame.

"Originally, we had the opportunity to completely suppress our nearly 100-year-old enemy neighbor. But we lost this opportunity.

Levi was a little depressed. At the beginning of the season, he saw Arsenal's core players leaving one after another, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled players in the team. He felt that an opportunity had come.

It would be so satisfying to suppress Arsenal and allow Tottenham to enter the Champions League.

Levy is not a diehard Tottenham fan, but Tottenham is his asset.Since being relegated by Arsenal in the last century, Tottenham and Arsenal have begun to have incomprehensible grievances.

What makes Levy even more angry is that because of Arsenal's superior prestige and status, Arsenal suppresses Tottenham in youth training, transfers, and the construction of new stadiums.

In North London, Tottenham can only try their best to grab the remaining resources to survive, while Arsenal comfortably enjoys the convenience brought by London.

Even to make more money, Levi wanted to kill this old neighbor.

"Harry...this is the last chance. You are old. I remember you are older than Wenger, right?"

"Yes...I am two years older than him."

"Well...Old Lei, use this trophy to prove that you are not old yet."

Levi turned his head with a smile and patted Redknapp on the shoulder.

Redknapp shivered, and Levi's words sounded murderous.

"By the way, Harry. Real Madrid has contacted me about the transfer of Luca and Gareth. Perhaps, this will be the last time Tottenham has such talented players."

Levi turned around and looked at the court again, "This is also Tottenham...the last chance."

……

Arsenal's players are also in the corner of Wembley, looking at this majestic stadium.

"Many of you should be familiar with this stadium."

Wenger pointed to the center of the field, where several staff members were giving final care to the turf.

"We had one chance to win the title last February and that's where we lost to Birmingham."

"But, just a year later, we're back here and we have another chance to end it all."

Wenger sighed.The pressure of six years without a championship is too much for him.

"Also, let me tell you one thing, Pat Rice, your assistant coach, is retiring."

There were low exclamations from the players.

Players with older qualifications and who have had friendship with Rice for many years all set their sights on the old assistant coach.

Pat Rice smiled sheepishly, took a step forward, and said, "Yes, boys, I'm glad to be able to spend so much time with you, but I'm sorry, I miss my retirement holiday on the beach and ocean in the Mediterranean."

"Hey, Pat." Aubameyang raised his hand carelessly, "I haven't been here for long, how many years have you been at Arsenal?"

Pat Rice thought about it and smiled: "I think it might be nearly 50 years."

"48 years." Chen Yao reminded, "You came to Arsenal in [-]."

"Yes, yes... At that time, I was only 15 years old."

There was a little emotion in Pat Rice's eyes. 48 years ago, he joined the Arsenal youth academy at the age of 15.

After 48 years, he is very old and will leave this club that is like his home.

Nearly half a century passed quickly, and he dedicated the most passionate and beautiful days of his life to this club.

"48 years..." Jorginho muttered to himself, "I'm not even half that old."

Wenger looked at his old partner and said: "Pat has served this team for so long, but in the last six years of his career, he was unable to win any championships."

"I don't want to end my journey without a championship for seven years." Pat Rice said with a smile. "I want to hold my grandson on the beach and tell him that grandpa won a championship in the last year before retirement. So soft."

"Also, I've known since I joined Arsenal that I have no friendship with our north London neighbours. Now, they need titles and we need titles. Don't lose to them, boys."

Pat Rice pumped his fist hard and said, "Knock Spurs down, just like your predecessors have done countless times over the past few decades."

"This is a fateful duel..." Arshavin sighed.

"Andrei, do you want to write poetry again?" Rosicky asked.

"No...it's just that my romantic gene has been activated." Arshavin said deeply, "100 years of grudges, a farewell that has lasted for half a century, a championship that the two teams cannot give up in order to survive...and, this game After the game, a lot of people never come back. This is the final showdown."

Rosicky froze for a moment, then nodded silently.

Yeah, a lot of people are going to leave.Before leaving, some things need to be settled.

He thought he understood what Arshavin meant, but he didn't.

Arshavin probably didn't expect that his casual emotion would be the interpretation of this game.

Too many people are leaving.

Arshavin himself was one of them.His contract with Arsenal is about to expire, and the "tsar", who has not been able to perform at his peak level, has already contacted the Russian Super League team and is about to leave.

Van Persie is also preparing to leave, he has locked the Premier League Golden Boot this season, and he is eager to win a major championship quickly.He didn't know if his mind would change after this game, but at this time the Dutchman was ready to say goodbye.

Even for Tottenham, when Harry Redknapp put on his coat and saw a trace of silver hair falling, he knew that he had to face the possibility of leaving.

Luka Modric, a talented young midfielder, has his heart set on Real Madrid. This is his last game for Tottenham.

And... Arsene, Wenger.

The last title he can contend for in his long and illustrious career is now.

Seven o'clock sharp.

London, New Wembley Stadium.

2011-12 FA Cup final:

Arsenal VS Tottenham.

Game start!
(End of this chapter)