Chapter 416 One Ball Heaven and One Ball Hell

A touch of thrilling red from the referee's hand, blooming this dazzling brilliance in this snowy night!

Ruby God of War Card!!

"Oh... God!! It's a red card!!" Sester moaned feebly: "The referee Atkinson gave Podolski a red card... The game is less than 20 minutes away, and Newcastle, who is playing at home, is about to play one less..."

"...Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... It's really a fucking red card! Is the referee's brain broken?

[Swearing host Schentran clapped the table with his unique emphasis and roared crazily: "Shit, shit, shit, shit!!! That's definitely not a deliberate foul... To be honest, I'm not sure whether Nasri's little guy's performance in football has reached Zidane's level, but I'm sure he is definitely 'Zidane in the performance world'. He can even squeeze the shit out of his crotch as he wants..."

With that bright red, the boos from the stands in the snowy night reached the maximum!

The huge sound of 60,000 mouths roaring at the same time is like the waves coming from the face of the rainy night in the Pacific under the perfect storm, 'scarious' the lazy snowflakes in the night sky... The satellite broadcast camera has just captured the interesting picture of this moment - Professor Wenger is laughing!

Undisguised smile!

This red card is simply a ten-thousand-year drought for Arsenal. There is no doubt that Arsenal, with many people, will not be able to take the initiative in the next game. Wenger saw the hope of defeating the madman Li in the desperate situation. He has no reason to persuade himself not to laugh... The madman Li is also laughing!

Inexplicable smile!

It is easy to see that [God on the side of the football field] is not a helpless bitter smile or other negative emotions, but the kind of smile that will only appear when a magician stands on the stage and successfully deceives the audience below, which contains the insidious taste of tricks... Ball Fans are booing!

The overwhelming boo!

When the camera was aimed at the 'Madman Mrs. Li' in a bright red down jacket in the stands, almost everyone had an ironic emotion in an instant - because the girl who was generous and quiet in the media camera a few days ago actually fell into madness with the countless people around her at this moment. Like Newcastle fans... Her beautiful face was lovely and ferocious, and she did not hesitate to raise her middle finger in the direction of the referee on the court... It was like a delicately swaying and pitiful orchid in the spring breeze, suddenly turned into a strong and hard camel thorn on the vast desert Gobi... Be careful. When the crazy Li controlled the stadium, Wang Qinghe seemed to control the stands!

With the slender middle finger swaying up and down from the fiery red down jacket sleeve, tens of thousands of other fans around Wang Qinghe stretched out their middle finger without hesitation like soldiers who followed the commander's charge, and began to shake with Wang Qinghe's middle finger rhythmically!

Take the boos as the tune!

Take the middle finger as the rhythm!

The fans in the North Stand and Wang Qinghe expressed their views on the referee Atkinson's decision in such an undisguised way... And when this scene was seen by more than 50,000 magpie fans on the electronic screen hanging above the roof of St. James' Park Stadium in the south, west and moving sides, the sky was full of There was a little more applause in the boos... The devil and the angel, the perfect combination at this moment!

... Lanzhou City, China, thousands of miles away.

Shengshi Jiayuan Community.

In the living room of a high-end villa.

Poo - A majestic middle-aged uncle who was watching TV while drinking tea couldn't help spewing out the tea that he didn't remember to swallow... "Cough, cough, cough, cough... What's this girl like? In the middle of the night, he called back and asked our two old guys to stay up with her to watch the game tens of thousands of miles away. Is it just to see her scolding with her middle finger? ... Li, the crazy girl who just went to see her, who was about to be touted as a fairy by the domestic media, became a little crazy girl who was even more crazy than the crazy Li in less than three days! Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black..."

When he said this, the middle-aged man's face looked complicated - a little doting, a little helpless, but more than the unconcealed happiness at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows... Because, since the serious illness that almost made her die, he has not seen such unscrupulous in his daughter for a long time. Laughing from the bottom of her heart... The beautiful woman who was carefully sticking dark green seaweed mud to her face beside her, turned her head and curled her lips when she heard the words, and her tone was full of unconceal pleasure: "What's wrong with scolding with the vertical middle finger? As long as Xiaohe is happy, even if she scolds the President of the United States... Look, even the British in the stands are applauding for He..."

"...this is the British football culture!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman finally summed up a sentence with a pseudo-fan's 'knowing' and fearless look, which can be regarded as a conclusion.

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.

He suddenly seemed to think of something and said with a smile, "However, since he wants to marry my precious princess, this madman Mr. Li should come to see my father-in-law, right? Does this boy still want to play the big name of [God on the side of the football field] with me?

"What's wrong with playing big? Crazy Li, no matter how many people want to see him, no matter how many people want to see him, you can't even eat fresh food after him... Well, but it's time to meet this famous son-in-law..."

...Newcastle.

St. James's Park on a snowy night.

After Lucas Podolski was sent off a little unfairly, the game began to struggle on the court in the continuous conversion of 'reincarnation' with boos and cheers.

After the balance of the number of people was broken, the scene became tragic!

The young gunners continued to launch oppressive attacks on Newcastle under the control of Cesc Fabregas, the core of the midfield. The young gunners who finally saw a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation vowed to reintegrate the rhythm into their own rhythm by relying on this sudden numerical advantage. !

Just as they did in the 14 league games that had ended before!

Sweep all the opponents who dare to provoke in front of you with a destructive momentum!

On the other hand, Newcastle, who was one less person, did not take the initiative to show weakness and retreat to rely on defensive counterattack to try to keep a ball as many people imagined. Instead, it launched an active attack with a more tragic momentum. Ten 'magpie' in black and white sword shirts were like a group of red-eyed wolf cubs. He screamed and rushed up desperately to bite... The game, because a red card began to enter the white heat in advance!

However, no matter how hard Newcastle is, the rhythm of the game, which was firmly controlled by Newcastle, inevitably fluctuates after Podollski left the field, which gives Arsenal a chance to take advantage of it. Both teams are trying to control the rhythm themselves. Under the feet, let the game follow its own track... Because the rhythm determines the advantage, the advantage determines the goal, and the goal determines the victory or defeat!

Everything is so simple!

Looking at the 20 clubs in the Premier League, there are many teams that can be fast or slow, but Arsenal is definitely the leader in controlling the rhythm!

When the gunner's gorgeous offensive is fast, it is like rain hitting bananas endlessly, and when it slows down, it is like a Taiji pusher... The reason why Arsenal can control fast and slow so horrible is that there is a mature and cautious 'brain' in the shooter's array-- Spanish Cesc-Fabregas!

Wenger, known as the 'godfather of the generation of young players', once said this sentence: "... Mozart was able to play a very good piano music when he was 6 years old. I can never play so well, and the level that some players reach when they play football at the age of 17 is something I can't reach even if I train for a lifetime... Why? The reason is very simple, because he is a special genius!"

This sentence is about Fabregas!

At the age of 16 and 177 days, a man played the first team game for Arsenal!

At the age of 16 and 212 days, one person became the youngest goal scorer in the history of the Gunners Club!

At the age of 17 and 103 days, one person broke the minimum age record for the Gunners to play in the Premier League!

This person is Cesc Fabregas!

This guy, called a 'special genius' by Wenger, almost appeared in the Emirates Stadium as a savior - that generation of midfielder Vieira said goodbye to Highbury, and almost all the Gunners fans fell into the sadness and panic of the fall of the sky!

Modern football is the world of midfielders!

The glory of the French player Vieira's stay in the arsenal almost ruled an era that could not be replicated. Looking at the world football world at that time, few people had the potential to replace Vieira's position and status in Arsenal... Therefore, at that time, whether it was the media, fans or some workers within the club. Members are all worried about guessing whether the Gunners will fall apart in the next league... However, the vicissitudes of the sea show their heroic nature!

At the critical moment, Cesc Fabregas, who was born like a dazzling comet, not only perfectly replaced the vacancy left by Vieira, but also made the Gunner's midfield run more gorgeous and smooth, and the midfield dominance was even higher!

The reason why the young shooters can maintain a winning streak in the first 14 rounds this season is inseparable from the scheduling of Fabregas in the midfield, who has become mature and horrible!

So now, when Arsenal is in a good situation with a dominant number of people, Professor Wenger is not in a hurry to adjust the team's tactics on the court, but stands on the side of the court with his hands folded and watching what happens!

Because he believes that the 'Spanish brain' he installed for the gunman can definitely find the right way to make a big reversal!

It turns out that Wenger's trust in Fabregas is very reasonable!

Arsenal's midfield soul found the smartest way to kick for Arsenal in the shortest time - very cleverly besieged Newcastle without attacking, suppressing the opponent near the penalty area, and began to use continuous passing the ball to force the magpie warriors to constantly consume physical strength to grab, although in this way, Arsenal is shooting and power. There is no absolute advantage in threatening passing the ball. The team is still behind 0:1... However, it has saved its physical strength very well!

Fabregas understands that the most critical advantage brought by one more person is physical strength!

You must maximize your physical advantage, which is the key to Arsenal's defeat!

At the beginning of Podolski's kickoff, anger aroused the combat effectiveness of Newcastle players, so that 10 players on the other side would burst out more than 11 people in a short time... Therefore, at this stage, Arsenal could not only not win anything at all costs, but was likely to be caught by the opponent. The opportunity to fight back... What the gunman needs to do now is to wear out the morale and strength of the Newcastle players' hearts through a patient pass... It's like an injured lion surrounded by a hyena, waiting for the hyenas to run back and forth to exhaust the lion's physical strength, then No matter how powerful and horrible the lion was before this, it could not escape the fate of turning into a dead bone under the mouth of a hyena!

When the physical strength of both sides loses proportion, Arsenal attacks again, and Newcastle is finished!

... Soon, Fabregas' strategy was effective, and Newcastle's players were tired!

In the 34th minute, Fabregas tried to pass a straight ball!

This corner kick is not a big threat!

Because Newcastle's central defender Sako easily got stuck in the first position.

But even so, under the hard work of the shooter [Little Warcraft] Adebayor, Sako had to raise the bottom line of the football in a panic, instead of passing it to his teammates not far away... It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't!

Even after kicking the football out of the bottom line, Sako had exhaled and put his hands on his knees. In the case of one less battle, the pressure on him had become greater and more. The casual offensive hit like a storm. Sark felt that he was about to stand it... Tired!

I'm almost out of strength!

... "... It seems that after more than ten minutes of crazy support, the physical strength of Newcastle players has been consumed to a certain extent... In this case, our opportunity has come!"

Fabregas saw all this in his eyes and soon had a quarrel in his heart - so, taking advantage of the dead ball before the penalty corner kick, he whispered a few words to the team's top center Adeba and Nasri in the crowd... Soon, Arsenal's corner kick came out.

Steven Taylor headed the ball, but the football still fell at the foot of the Arsenal players after flying out of the penalty area, and Newcastle's fast attack did not start!

The football passed to Fabregas again after seven or eight seconds!

To everyone's surprise, this time Fabregas suddenly abandoned the forward deep pass and began to pass back continuously. With the change of Fabregas, Arsenal's entire midfield slowly retreated to his own half-time, suddenly giving back the space that had been compressed in the extreme to New York. Castle! [Cass]

"What's wrong!"

Alan Smith, a magpie legion with extremely rich experience in the game, was very vigilant and soon found a problem. He turned around and looked at the veteran Maclelele. There was also a strong doubt in the French iron waist eyes... But the next moment, the fact was no longer allowed for the two to think too much!

Because the rising midfield partner Juan Mata has roared up with red eyes, because both of them have had a similar low tide experience, Po Dorski is Mata's best friend, so Juan Mata, who has long been full of thoughts for his friends, did not hesitate at the moment Arsenal contracted. Rush out!

With this rush, Newcastle's rhythm immediately changed!

In order to avoid the dislocation of the team's midfield formation and falling into chaos, Alain-Smith shouted to Makelele to show that the French iron waist should pay attention to the protection of the team's two ribs, and he could only take steps and follow closely... According to the tactical requirements of Ping Yuli's training, the midfield front pressure, and the defender line should naturally move forward slightly to fight for it. Keep in touch with the midfielder!

So [Little Superman] Steven Taylor waved his hand, and the four King Kongs on the Newcastle defender line struggled to maintain a straight 'one line' position system and pressed out of the penalty area... "Coming... at this moment! Wait for you to press it out!"

Seeing this scene, Fabregas drew a cruel arc at the corners of his mouth. After two consecutive dazzling passes with his teammate Nasri, the Spanish 'brain' dodged the joint snatch of Juan Mata and Alan Smith, and suddenly saw a long-range overhead ball in the gap..." Shit..."

Alan Smith doesn't have to look back to know that Newcastle is dangerous. Every time the Spanish teenager in front of him makes such a move, it means that his 'fatal pass' that he doesn't know how many powerful opponents he has killed appears!

Sure enough, football bent a charming and deadly white arc in the snowy night, tearing Newcastle's defense line in an instant. Togo [Little Warcraft] roared through between Steven Taylor and Sako, forming a single-knife trend... a fatal pass!

Absolutely deadly!

"... Danger! Adebayor is going to be single-handed!!" Sester screamed.

"Oh... fatal pass...fatal running position..." The situation was so tense that even the dirty [dirty commentator] Schentran didn't have time to swear.

The exclamation sounded in the stands... Wenger nervously twisted his hands in front of his chest... Alan Shearer jumped up from his seat and ran to the side of the court... More than 70,000 people in St. James Park Stadium were nervously about to spit their hearts out of their throats at this moment... This single knife definitely changed the game. A goal in the trend!

For this reason, as long as [Little Warcraft] Adebayor kicks in with a single knife, it is definitely a catastrophic disaster for Newcastle, which is one less!

One ball of heaven, one ball of hell!

(to be continued)