What is a destructive midfielder?

Madrid.

Spanish Football Association Building.

Bosque lay on his back in the boss chair in the office, drowsy, his chubby hands gently stroking his big belly.

Two little blue magpies were making out on the branches outside the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the mottled table.

The life of the head coach of the Spanish national team. So comfortable.

Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps.

Mignano walked into the office with a thick stack of information.

Suddenly stopped and wanted to turn back and knock on the door.

Bosque opened his eyes and waved his hand.

The Spanish assistant coach breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in rapid succession:

"Boss, the Arsenal coaching staff sent back the report from last week."

"Wenger didn't fully understand how they beat Tottenham. He didn't expect to create a tragedy in his pre-match deployment."

"At least the two teams were evenly matched on the field, and Li broke the balance."

"He is in good shape now, and all his physical indicators are normal."

"Also, we didn't call up Li for the World Cup qualifiers last month, and fans from all regions protested. Reports filled the mailbox like snowflakes."

Bosque rubbed his face, adjusted his sitting position, and frowned:

"Fans protested against the game against Liechtenstein?"

"Liechtenstein!"

"A country with a total population of less than 40,000."

"Why would an opponent of this level call up Li? He is already tired enough in the Premier League."

"How about this, let's take Li out for a walk on the international match day next week! I haven't seen him for a long time!"

Another Champions League match day is quietly coming.

Li Kang and his Arsenal teammates took a plane to Monaco.

Monaco has many nicknames: pocket country, stamp country, rose on the cliff.

Monte Carlo Casino, built in 1878, is like a gorgeous palace, attracting happy bean players from all over Europe, but according to local laws: locals are not allowed to gamble, only tourists are allowed to enter.

Who is the most famous person in this country?

Grace Kelly.

The most tragic fairy tale of the European royal family.

Monaco does not have an international airport.

Arsenal players need to land at the Blue Coast Airport in Nice first, and then take a bus to the stadium.

The journey is not far.

It takes less than an hour to drive from the airport.

Maguire pointed out the window happily.

"A city built on a cliff!"

"It's so fucking beautiful!"

"There's a castle there! Under the sunset"

Bellerin interrupted, "You should worry about how to defend Mbappe and Lemar now. For those types of breakthrough players, it's like crossing the road to pass you!"

Maguire nodded seriously and said, "I'm not in the starting lineup."

Cazorla thought for a moment and added, "Don't forget Falcao. He's in very good form recently."

When Falcao played for Atletico Madrid, he was the world's third-highest scorer after Messi and Ronaldo.

"The comprehensive attack power of this Monaco may have squeezed into the strongest level in Europe."

"But no matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than the universe Barcelona back then! We must win this game."

Cech waved his fist and said loudly.

It didn't have the effect of boosting morale.

After all, among the people present, only he had overturned the peak dream second and peak dream third Barcelona.

Li Kang wore headphones and drew a few circles on the draft paper.

The Louis II Stadium is located on the coast of the Fontvieille area.

The capacity is only 20,000 people.

But its special geographical location and unique design make it one of the most attractive stadiums in Europe.

The land on which it is located was reclaimed from the Mediterranean by the Monaco royal family in the early 1980s.

The Arsenal bus slowly drove into the underground and stopped.

The Monaco fans on both sides of the street were excited when they saw Wenger through the car window. Especially the middle-aged and elderly people.

"Arsene!!!"

"Arsene!!!"

"Arsene!!!"

Wenger was in a complicated mood and couldn't help waving to the fans.

Morata wondered: "Why are they calling the boss's name?"

Koscielny explained: "When the boss was young, he coached here for seven years, won the French Ligue 1 championship and the French Cup championship, and trained a George Weah. Yes, and also built the Monaco youth training system!"

"Even the royal family thinks he is the history of the Monaco club."

"If he hadn't lost the European Cup Winners' Cup final, the boss might not have left here."

It's interesting.

Wenger is also the "Three Ya King".

He is the only head coach in history who lost the European Cup Winners' Cup, the Europa League final, and the Champions League final.

Because the European Cup Winners' Cup has been discontinued, this bad record is rarely mentioned.

Wenger, surrounded by a group of staff, arrived at the pre-match press conference.

French reporters gave the warmest applause, and the emcee quickly presented flowers.

Monaco coach Jardim ran up enthusiastically to shake hands.

There was no tense atmosphere.

Wenger was not too deeply touched, because his breakup with Monaco was not so decent.

"Mr. Arsene, does returning to the Louis II Stadium again bring back good memories for you?"

The Arsenal coach shook his head and smiled: "Not very good. I smoked and drank at that time, and I would insult the players."

This self-deprecating answer immediately caused bursts of laughter.

Media reporters did not neglect the home coach.

After pestering Wenger for a few minutes, he threw the question to the Monaco coach.

Jardim looked confident:

"In the first two rounds of the Champions League group stage, Monaco did not show its true strength due to injuries."

"The players are in very good condition today and we will use our best attitude to face Arsenal!"

Stade Louis II.

There was a roar of people.

The red flag with the crown on it was blown by the sea breeze.

The sun sets.

The stands on all sides seemed to be covered with a golden veil.

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!"

"The live broadcast for you now is the third round of Group C of the 2016/17 UEFA Champions League group stage!"

"Monaco vs. Arsenal!"

"So far, both teams rank among the top five in Europe in terms of goal efficiency this season!"

"There's no doubt it's going to be a showdown."

"The camera showed the Arsenal coach on the sidelines. This is not the first time he has returned to the French Riviera."

"It was Monaco who knocked Arsenal out of the competition a few years ago."

"Can Wenger avenge his shame tonight? Let's wait and see!"

The interior of the stadium is like a palace.

Magnificent.

White sculptures and paintings can be seen everywhere.

However, near the entrance of the stadium, the decoration becomes more and more modern, with bright red becoming the main color.

This was the first time that Li Kang encountered the player tunnel that had to be climbed up.

"plum"

Mbappe smiled and said hello, and then looked forward, still exuding a calmness and restraint that belied his age.

The players on both sides were not familiar with each other and did not say hello much.

Only Falcao and Morata hugged.

After all, the two were once bitter rivals in Madrid.

I'm too sleepy, so I'll post one chapter first, and see if I can finish the rest during my lunch break.