Strong Waist

Wenger wrapped his arms around his chest and watched quietly on the sidelines.

His brows furrowed, this game is not to observe the main team, but the substitute team.

The main observation targets are Arteta and Gervinho.

Needless to say Arteta's performance, it can be said that the substitute team frequently played offense and stabilized the midfield. Arteta's contribution was great.

On the other hand, Gervinho's side is somewhat unsatisfactory.

Wenger wants Gervinho to become a flanker.

He even felt that Gervinho had the speed of Bale on the flanks.

It's just that in this training game, Gervinho's performance can't be said to be too good.

At this time, it was the time of the main team's attack.

After completing the steal, the main team began to advance rapidly.

The main team is advancing fast, and they seem desperate to play the ball in midfield.

The same is true!

When Arsenal lost Cesc Fabregas, they have been using this tactic. The midfielder is quick to play the ball to keep the danger away from the midfield and the backcourt. At the same time, it uses the fast passing and cutting in the frontcourt to advance the penalty area to get the goal.

And this is the situation now.

When Rosicky passed the ball to Arshavin, Arshavin turned around and wanted to pass the ball to Van Persie, who was retreating, to complete the transition.

Both were ready.

But when Arshavin passed the ball out, a blocker appeared in the middle.

In Arshavin's field of vision, a yellow vest suddenly rushed out in the form of a tackle, hooked the ball with his toes, got up during the sliding process, slid the ball forward two steps, stabilized his body, and then quickly passed the ball to Art. tower.

At this moment, everyone including Arshavin was stunned.

They have to admit that this interception is simply outrageous!

The standard sliding shovel interception posture, coupled with the destruction of the pass center, brought the main team's offense to an abrupt end in an instant!

And all of this comes from... Lucky? !

"It's this guy again!"

Since the last warm-up, this guy has broken his own good thing three times in a row.

But then again, how does this guy know where his pass is going.

Wenger on the sidelines was also stunned for a moment, then he turned around and asked; "Did anyone notice how he got there?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was blank.

Their job is to focus on Arteta and Gervinho, not Luckey.

Who the hell knows, how did this guy get there.

Le Kai's interception caught the main team off guard, while for the substitute team, Arteta quickly launched a counterattack after receiving the ball.

Arteta's sense of smell tells him that this is a good opportunity!

The continuous, decisive and smooth passing has begun!

At that time, Le Kai did not run forward, but ran to Arteta's position to make up for defense.

He has a clear understanding of himself.

Now he can't adapt to Arsenal's fast passing and cutting. Running up will only add to the chaos. It is better to stay and defend.

Sure enough, the attack failed again.

The ball had already entered the big penalty area, but Chamberlain was too hesitant, and was destroyed by the opponent before he could even shoot.

Big feet out.

The ball flew towards the midfield.

The manpower here is vacant as Arteta and Bayonne move forward.

Walcott judged the landing point and ran over.

The ball is also getting closer and closer to him.

But just as he was about to stop the ball, a whistling sound suddenly appeared in his ears.

The next second, see the yellow vest again.

This guy shot directly from the left side, a high jumping, lumbar spine like a bow, headed back, directly destroyed the ball in the air, and pushed it out of the field to buy time for the substitute team to retreat.

pat!

Lucky landed on his feet, his chest constantly heaving and panting.

These two defenses have worn him out!

At this time, the stadium was silent.

Everyone turned to look at Lucky in astonishment.

Defend twice in a row.

One interception, one destruction!

It's a textbook standard.

The most important thing is how is this guy everywhere?

Even the opposite Alexander Song patted his head and murmured, "Damn it!"

As the same defensive midfielder, he knows how difficult it is to achieve the level of Lucky.

Unless there is a factor of luck, he doesn't think he can do such a clean streak of defense.

It has to be said that Le Kai's two defenses directly stunned the main force and the substitutes.

Even the coaching staff on the sidelines looked at each other in dismay.

"I saw!"

The coaches turned their heads in unison.

Fitness coach Tony Colbert shouted: "He didn't participate in the attack, but took the initiative to defend Arteta's position!"

nonsense!

The coaches rolled their eyes.

After Lucky's first defense, they began to pay attention to him subconsciously.

Lucky's movement was in full view.

"He knew that there was a neutral position, or he knew that if the offense of the substitute team was unsuccessful, then Artate's position would become a defensive neutral position, so he prepared there in advance!" Tony Colbert did not blink. Blink, said; "He has a natural sensitivity to neutral."

Immediately, he scratched his head and said; "There are also talents such as judging the placement and judging the path of the ball..."

After speaking, Tony Colbert looked at Wenger.

Wenger also pursed his lips tightly and said, "Defense core!"

beep! !

In the field, Patrice, who served as the referee, blew his whistle, and immediately let out a soft snort.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the coaching staff, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

He knows very well what kind of deterrent force this guy can explode by placing Le Kai on the defensive pivot of the midfielder.

The most important thing is that this is not all of him!

Just be dumbfounded!

"Nice job!"

Arteta ran back and patted Lucky on the shoulder.

If it wasn't for Lekai's defense, according to the main team's offensive ability, they would have lost the ball.

Le Kai smiled, hammered Arteta's chest with his fist, and said, "Just run forward, there is me behind!"

Hearing this, Arteta was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled brightly.

Having a defensive midfielder that reassures him isn't too fancy.

Lekai's two defenses caused the midfielder of the substitute team to gradually suppress the main team.

Arteta and Lucky.

One offense, one defense!

The two cooperated extremely well.

With Le Kai's performance, he gradually began to harvest passes.

He knows that this is a performance that his teammates have begun to improve and trust him.

As for the passing of his teammates, Le Kai is cautious.

He knows that his ability to hold the ball is not very good, so he hardly sticks to the ball and chooses to touch the ball and pass it out, which is at best excessive.

The main target of his passing is Arteta. After all, he is the playmaker. Don't pass it to him, pass it to who!

And once Arteta can't be found, he will also choose Bayonne.

Anyway, there is always one of these two people near him.

In this case, Le Kai played well and completely integrated into the substitute team.

On the other hand, Chamberlain's performance was terrible.

Chamberlain was sweating profusely within 20 minutes of the training session.

The pressure from the main team and his dissatisfaction with his performance made him extremely anxious.

He was running with his mouth open, feeling the rapid passing of his physical energy, but his heart became more and more anxious.

As a friend, Le Kai has gradually gained the trust of his teammates, and has even become a key pivot in the rear defense.

And he did nothing.

He needs to perform, he needs to score!

run!

Keep running!

As long as you are still running, there must be a chance!

Chamberlain kept pounding in the frontcourt like a bull, and the ball was passed there, and he ran there.

This guy is completely out of formation and tactics...

Especially after the main team scored goals in a continuous attack, this emotion was even more serious.

I'm a center and I want to score!

Must score!

Must show up!

He felt that the whole world was so quiet, it was terrifyingly quiet.

There were all the thumping and popping sounds of passing balls, no one spoke, no one shouted.

It's like I've been isolated.

please!

Give some voice!

Wenger frowned on the sidelines.

The atmosphere is not right.

Everyone was playing football, and they refused to communicate.

This sentiment mainly flows from the main team and is now affecting the bench.

He looked at Van Persie with a hint of hope in his eyes.

You are the captain and you need to stand up and make your voice heard!

But not Van Persie!

At this time, Van Persie was also swallowed by this silence.

Wenger looked at Arteta again.

Found that Arteta is also very quiet.

He is a little helpless, Arteta is a quiet player, he rarely shouts on the field, which is also one of his characteristics.

But Arsenal need a voice at this time!

Get rid of this tiresome silence!

Van Persie!

Song!

Arteta!

Vermaelen!

Szczesny!

Rosicky!

Anyone can!

Stand up and shout out!

But... no one...

Wenger raised his head slightly, the sun was a bit dazzling.

Bathed in the scorching sun, the entire training ground seemed to be covered in a haze.

Chamberlain fell.

He failed to catch Arteta's pass.

He was lying on the lawn, fists clenched tightly.

If possible, he wants to lie down like this, he doesn't want to continue!

He played...too bad!

Silence! Quiet!

Everyone looked at it so coldly, and no one helped Chamberlain.

Arsenal at this moment is like an icy cave, chilling all over the body.

Chamberlain buried his head in the lawn like an ostrich hiding from reality.

No one will help me!

Just let me stay like this.

I don't want to continue!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion on the ground!

"You're an idiot!!—"

An explosive roar filled the entire training ground.

It broke the dead silence like spring thunder.

But it was this roar that seemed to swept the burden off his shoulders.

Everyone heard the sound and looked away.

They saw a young man in a yellow vest near the middle circle, roaring with a ferocious expression; "Idiot! Idiot! Do you think you are playing games or what are you doing? No one knows what you are doing, do you think your eyes can speak? God? Giving you your mouth is for you to communicate, not to lie on the ground and nibble on the turf! Stand up!!—"

Lucky's voice is high and loud.

Especially in the quiet stadium, it is even more shocking.

For a while, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Chamberlain lying on the ground and being hit to death, Le Kai was even more angry.

Motherfucker!

"I'll say it again! Stand up!! Don't make me beat you!!"

Hearing this, Chamberlain's body trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something bad, and he actually started to stand up aggrieved.

The entire facial features were twisted together, and the mouth was trembling.

good guy! This is the rhythm to cry!

"Hold back!!"

Lucky roared again.

Suck!

Chamberlain didn't dare to cry!

"Can you shout?!!" Le Kai roared!

Chamberlain whispered; "Yes!"

"The voice is too low, I didn't hear it, can you?!!" Le Kai roared again, his voice even higher.

Chamberlain's face was flushed, and his heart was full of shame and anger, and he actually raised his voice and said with a hint of tears; "Yes!!!!-"

Only then did Le Kai turn his head and spit, and scolded angrily; "Jing Te Niang is making trouble for people!"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the scene was quiet.

Everyone was staring at themselves blankly.

Even Van Persie and others had a strange look in their eyes.

In response, Lucky turned to Arteta and said, "Is there a problem?"

Arteta also came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows: "No problem! You did a good job!"

Le Kai turned around and muttered in Chinese, "A bunch of cowards!"