The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 116 Killing You With Your Eyes

"Cazorla wanted to use a fake move to shake off the defense, but he was brought down by his opponent with the ball!"

"Wimbledon launches a quick counterattack!"

"Rig! He's too fast! Bellerin doesn't have the energy to chase him!"

"There is only one Koscielny, but can he disrupt this counterattack?"

"Dubis is already outflanking! He's asking for the ball!"

"No pass! Rigg shot directly!"

"Szczesny! The Polish goalkeeper has done a great job! He blocked... Oh no, he gave the football back to the opponent's player!"

"Dubes! He pushed into the empty net!"

"2:1! Wimbledon scored another victory in the 36th minute!"

In the BBC's live broadcast room, two commentators experienced the ups and downs of the football world in just 20 seconds.

Ian Wright put down the microphone the moment Dubes shot, and just shook his bald head in disbelief.

Lineker also took a breath:

"I have said before that Wenger's tactic of letting two full-backs press forward is too risky. Once the opponent seizes the opportunity to counterattack, it will be a disaster for Arsenal's defense!"

His eyes passed over Dubis who was celebrating and returned to the Wimbledon half:

"God...Arsenal has another injury..."

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"You guys are so greedy! Is this okay? You didn't even get an assist, hahaha!"

Dubis, who successfully picked up the leak, patted Rieger on the head, looking arrogant.

Rigg gasped and shook his head:

"I'm exhausted from riding horses! I won't have to run a long distance next time!"

Dubis was so happy after scoring twice that he performed a specially designed celebration under the stands, but did not wait for other teammates to celebrate together.

"Total exhaustion? This is impossible!"

He turned around with some confusion and saw a large group of people surrounding his own half. Even the medical staff on the sidelines had rushed into the field...

Dubis and Rigg looked at each other:

"Who's hurt?"

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The director has already given the replay.

In slow motion, Cazorla originally pulled the ball from right to left, and Li Polo also reached down from top to bottom, stretching his foot from right to left to break it, but Cazorla suddenly pulled back to the right. See

When he got up, he bumped into Li Polo's right foot quite naturally.

The inertia of an action cannot stop instantly, so even Arsenal legend Wright cannot criticize Lee Poirot.

But Cazorla, who was curled up on the ground and wailing in pain, was so miserable that the director quickly cut away from the scene and turned to the bench on the sidelines.

Of course the Wimbledon coaches couldn't hide their excitement, but Wenger's face was full of anxiety.

He had to tell Wilshere on the bench to start warming up. Now the only organizational player he can use is the Gunners' prince!

But he has no confidence at all!

It's not that I lack confidence in the "little threat"'s skills, but that I have a lot of patience with him...

This was once hailed as "the most skilled player in the British Empire", especially in the Champions League knockout round of the 2010-2011 season. When he was less than 19 years old, he faced Barcelona's Xavi, Iniesta and other midfield masters, and he was incomparable.

He didn't show any timidity, but instead gave his most glorious performance.

But for such a talented young man, he has been a frequent visitor to the medical room throughout his career. In the past four seasons, he has been away from the field for three or four months due to injury every year. Especially this season, Arsenal and Manchester United have had to leave the field for three or four months.

During the game, he was kicked by an opponent and injured his ankle. He fell into a recovery period that lasted for half a year. He did not reappear in the official game until May 5...

How could such a glass man who had just recovered from injury be able to deal with the "first butcher in English League Two" who was "full of evil"?

Isn’t that the little white rabbit paying New Year greetings to Grandma Wolf—seeking death?

Wenger could only pray that Cazorla could hold on, at least until halftime.

But God was not on Arsenal's side. After an emergency diagnosis by the team doctor, Wenger still got the answer he least wanted to hear:

"Substitute, boss."

Wenger frowned and waved to his proud disciple:

"Be careful of being violated!"

Wilshere obviously knew how fierce his opponent was. He nodded with a serious face, tightened his belt and stepped onto the field.

He subconsciously glanced at his legs, but he couldn't feel the strength and flexibility they once had.

He raised his head and happened to meet Li Polo's eyes.

[This is... the butcher who does all kinds of evil in the English League Two? 】

【Really, really terrible!】

Wilshere couldn't help but avoid the other party's gaze, and suddenly felt...a faint tingling sensation in his ankle.

[Negative sentiment from Jack Wilshere, 10!]

Li Polo was stunned for a moment.

【I haven't done anything?】

[Just looking at him one more time in the crowd, this little guy got scared?]

[Wilshere... is much easier to deal with than Cazorla!]

He showed a kind smile like a wolf grandmother:

"Little boy Jack, don't be afraid, I will take good care of you!"

【You devil!】

Wilshere's calf suddenly couldn't help shaking!

【Wilshere, 10!】

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Wenger's expectation turned out to be a reality. Wilshere, who was pushed onto the battlefield by him, could not replace Cazorla at all. He even forgot all about his own job!

Every time a teammate passes the ball to him, he can't wait to pass it back or knock it across. He will never leave the ball at his feet, as if a football is burning his feet!

"He is afraid..."

Lineker, who has a God's perspective, saw his cowardice clearly:

"We can understand that he is afraid of being injured again. This poor child has just experienced six months of pain and suffering, and only returned to the green field three weeks ago, but..."

He did not continue.

As the once proud son of English football, Wilshere's development is extremely regrettable.

Wright didn't even want to speak.

Three or four years ago, Wilshere was once regarded as Arsenal's leader and standard-bearer after Cesc Fabregas and Robin van Persie. However, he suffered successive major injuries, which made this standard-bearer unable to fly in European football.

Fall quickly!

But look at him now, he is like a little chicken running away from a beast, jumping around in the vegetable field, completely unable to see the talent he had back then!

Although he didn't speak, a thought flashed in Wright's mind:

【This player...is finished!】

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Another person who had the same idea as Wright was Wenger off the court.

He knew that he should not expect Wilshere to return to the talented young player he was before, but as a craftsman who personally unearthed the gem, he always held on to the last glimmer of hope.

But now looking at the situation that is getting close to getting out of control, the last glimmer of hope in his heart is crumbling!

In the last half minute of injury time, this glimmer of hope was finally extinguished.

Lee Polo bypassed Wilshere in advance, intercepted Ramsey's through pass, and then kicked the ball halfway!

Dubis used his last strength to prepare for a solo breakthrough, but was brought down by Koscielny at the edge of the penalty area!

"drop!"

The referee blew the whistle immediately, but held up a red card in his hand.

Arsenal escaped a penalty, but were sent off their most reliable centre-back!

Wenger closed his eyes in pain.

He smelled a familiar smell.

That's the smell of failure.

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