Star Coach

At the end of the first half, neither side scored a goal, and the score was 0:0, which was quite ugly. For the fans, the scene was not ugly at all.

The two sides' attacks went back and forth. Arsenal had two good opportunities but failed to seize them. Henry missed a single goal and made Wenger beat his chest.

Monaco also had an absolute chance. Giuly's close shot hit the goalpost and missed the field. Jiangshan could only shake his head.

In the exciting first half, Wenger was under greater pressure. He had to win, otherwise the Champions League would end here and the next two games would just go through the motions.

In the second half, Henry increased the scope of his attack, and Bergkamp, ​​who always had a freehand style, also actively ran around, dragging down Monaco's defense.

Pushall was not fast enough and could not get open on the offensive end. He was very active on the defensive end and brought down Henry who was breaking through near the midfield. He was kicked from behind and received a yellow card.

After taking the card, Pushaoer grunted a few times and took it away obediently. Wenger was so angry that he cursed on the sidelines. As long as Henry broke through Pushall just now, it would be a good opportunity to go down from the fourth line.

Unfortunately, it was ruined by a yellow card from Pushauer. Pushauer's yellow card action can be called a tactical foul.

The set piece near the midfield did not pose much of a threat. All Monaco players were already in place, and they were defending to the point of losing. Bergkamp didn't like this kind of action. When he was standing, his butt was always being pushed, which was uncomfortable.

"Hehe, hehe..." Rodriguez smiled proudly, "Your butt is pretty soft, you guy."

"Damn it, have a good game." Bergkamp jumped up and rushed to the top. His butt was caught and he fell to the ground again. "Hundan, can you stop being so obscene in your movements? We are all men."

"Really? Do you want to prove it?"

"No wonder Vieira kicks people, I understand him." Bergkamp walked away depressed, a little disgusted.

Unfortunately, Monaco failed to control the ball and was intercepted by Arsenal. Henry dribbles the ball forward very quickly.

Ibarra saw the right opportunity and kept the ball. He only followed Henry who was running wildly, feeling tight in his chest and saying, "It's so fast."

The horse sprinted forward, and Ibarra was thrown away before his eyes. Chicos rushed over from the side and kicked the ball with great movement. Henry instinctively dodged and the ball was kicked out of bounds.

Even if Henry has many years of experience in the Premier League, otherwise he would probably hit someone when he saw such a clearance. Just for a moment, he felt that the other party was going to destroy him.

Jiangshan saw the time and played the first card. Less than ten minutes into the second half, they made substitutions.

As expected, Puschauer was the first to go off. He failed to seize the opportunity in the first half. He was told his time to go off during the halftime break. I just received another yellow card, which was just the right time to end the game.

Alan Smith came on, but he dropped deep and the team played a strikerless lineup. Guardiola was excited, "It's a strikerless formation again, my favorite lineup. As expected of the country, the defense is tough, and the offense is also very thoughtful."

"If you give me a group of super masters of ball control, I can build the most powerful team. I have absorbed the teachings Jiangshan has given me." Guardiola looked at the sky at 45 degrees, and the future was written in the clouds. , sadness has a taste.

Wenger was the first to react, "Check, Pushall has received a few yellow cards before."

Pushall's yellow card just now was not necessary. He obviously took the card deliberately. Could it be that he was shuffling the cards?

The assistant immediately confirmed, "Pschauer will not be able to play in the next game."

Wenger was angry and put his hands into his pockets, pinching his fingers, "Jiangshan, this bastard, looks down on me, and he is actually plotting against me in the Champions League quarter-finals."

After Smith came on the field, he still appeared in the attacking midfielder position. As for the forward, Giuly and Smith took turns, whoever had the opportunity would be in front.

"If Drogba grows faster, we can directly crush Arsenal." Jiang Shan smiled bitterly. Drogba and Franck Ribery, if they were both at their peak, would not be able to appear in Monaco. He couldn't afford it and said, "Next season, we will be stronger. Stronger than Monaco in the previous life."

Smith understands people and is a veteran of the Premier League. He is familiar with the movement habits of Henry and Bergkamp. He often follows Bergkamp on the field and almost gives up his main job.

There is an extra player running wildly on the field, and Arsenal's rhythm is also interrupted. Monaco has an extra connecting point, and the delivery is smoother, but the problem is also obvious.

Except for him and Giuly, no one else can take on the important task of forward. After all, the offensive ability of midfielders is limited. After all, players like Lampard and Iniesta are in the minority.

Even if Monaco had the upper hand, they were still unable to break through Arsenal's defense. The two sides were in a special balance, and neither could do anything against the other.

There are still twenty minutes left, the last twenty minutes, which will determine Arsenal's fate in the Champions League this season.

Wenger couldn't help it anymore and made a substitution, the next defender was forward, then Wiltord came on and fought hard.

Jiangshan looked at Wenger's actions and made substitutions almost at the same time. Wenger stared at Jiangshan with anger in his eyes. Jiangshan waved and greeted him very kindly. He was an opponent on the court and an opponent on the sidelines!

Before a fight, you always have to declare your family status. Jiang Shan feels that he has done a good job. Wenger didn't think so, "Referee, did you see it? Jiangshan is provoking us."

"Oh no, Mr. Wenger, you... call your parents?"

Vieira was wearing training clothes and sitting on the bench depressed. Seeing Jiang Shan's actions, his fingers made a buzzing sound, "At the end of the season, I am going to destroy him."

"Well done, kill that Chinese guy."

Jiangshan let Nonda play, also added a striker, and took off Edouard Cisse. He had just received a yellow card. If he accumulated another yellow card, he would be suspended and continue to receive cards in the next game.

After Nonda came on the court, Monaco's frontcourt offense became much more active. Giuly, Nonda and Smith kept passing and echoing each other, and the offense was very layered.

In contrast, the combination of Henry, Wiltord and Bergkamp was severely restricted. They were obviously three super players, but facing Monaco's defense, they were a bit uncomfortable and did not perform well.

The midfielders restricted the trident headed by Henry, and Monaco's two wingers became active again. They were young and physically fit, and they kept sprinting forward at the last moment.

Leading Arsenal's defensive players, tearing up the space.

Arsenal only had three defenders. Facing the impact of five people, they were powerless and old. They looked like middle-aged men who indulged too much. They must be whipped to make up for their bodies, at least three.

Need to be whipped, need to be whipped.

Giuly received the pass from Evra, dribbled sideways, and used his signature move to dodge his compatriot Nishioka and send a through ball. The ball was not fast, and the Arsenal players also had a chance.

In the penalty area, Nonda was not there, and Smith was behind him. Who should he give it to? Evra sprinted over like a ghost. He didn't want to shoot, but to control the ball. He leaned against Campbell, touched the ball slightly, and took a step forward.

Campbell stretched out his foot and knocked Evra down. Evra rushed out, pressed on the ball, and rolled his body around, screaming like the back of a one-dollar coin that had been popped.

Beep! The referee whistled.