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Chapter 243 Pocket Midfielder

"Wow~~~"

The voices of Arsenal fans quickly changed from cheers to worrying discussions, and everyone looked nervously at Arshavin who fell on the court.

Liu Feng, who assisted Al Shawen, scored a goal, quickly turned around and ran over to celebrate with his teammates after the ball hit the net. Unexpectedly, he caught up with this scene.

After confirming that Al Shavin was not having cramps, he quickly waved his hand to signal the team doctor on the sidelines to take the field for treatment, and the referee also signaled that the game would be suspended first.

The players of the two teams stood on the court and waited for the Gunners' team doctor's examination results. McLeish, who had originally wanted to yell at his own defender, didn't say much when he saw this.

As for Wenger, he looked at Arshavin who was being treated by the team doctor with some concern.

Although the Tsar's decline in the past few seasons is visible to the naked eye, he is still an indispensable force in Arsenal's lineup this season.

Now the game has not even ended halftime. If he cannot continue the game due to injury, it will have a great impact on the Gunners' tactical arrangement.

However, things often do not develop in the direction people expect, as if they are the iron law of this world.

When Gunners' chief team doctor Kolelin signaled to Professor to prepare for a substitution, all Arsenals were covered with a layer of haze.

"I've signaled to make a substitution, and it seems that I can't continue the game."

Liu Jianhong sighed. Al Shawen just helped the team score a goal, which shows that the striker can pose a threat to the opponent's defense.

However, the hero of the goal left the court just after scoring the goal, which was quite a blow to the team's morale.

Wenger on the sidelines thought for a moment without many cards in his hand, and then he called Carlos Bella to warm up.

In this case, it is not the time to change the array. Let the game proceed according to the established steps first.

"Okay, the Tsar has already gotten off the court with the help of the team doctor. The young forward Carlos Bella who came on the bench was ordered to make up for Arshavin's position in the face of danger."

After the substitution was over, the game finally ushered in a restart.

Although the referee gave one minute of overtime in the first half, the time afterwards was not much.

Birmingham tried several times before he had time to attack, the whistle at the end of the half had already sounded.

"The first half was over, and the two teams temporarily tied 1-1, and both sides had offense and defense. Birmingham showed strength far beyond the pre-match prediction."

Liu Jianhong gave this half-time appraisal: "No team does not want to win the championship when they can reach the finals. I think the Birmingham players think so too."

Due to the fierce confrontation in the first half, the players of both teams seemed a little out of breath when they left the court, which made the head coaches of both sides give their players some time to breathe in the locker room.

"Okay, now start listening to me."

Wenger finally spoke after watching his players' breathing slowly calm down. He began to make his own arrangements for his opponent's first half.

"In the second half, two full-backs retracted, two midfielders retreated, and we put a pocket in the midfield."

The icon representing the players on the tactical board quickly moved, and soon the professor formed a new formation.

"I need you to kill your opponent's mid-lane offense in your pocket. Secondly, you should also pay attention to two points of protection when defending. I don't want to see the goal conceded in the first half again."

"clear!"

"very good."

After quickly transmitting his adjustment, the professor was so nonsense. After nodding, he sat down and left the rest of his time to his team members.

No one stood up and made any passionate speeches. All the Gunners were silently accumulating strength. The strength of their opponents put a lot of pressure on them, but this pressure was far from enough to crush them to death.

"Bangbangbang!"

The knock on the door quickly rang out, and the team members quickly got up and broke out.

"Arsenal will win!!!"

"Spectators, welcome to the game scene. The two teams have exchanged half of the game, and the second half will be brought to you soon."

The fans and commentators who had watched the highlights for more than ten minutes finally waited for this moment, and they began to quickly regain their attention to the field.

"Shh!!!"

The whistle sounded again, and Birmingham striker Derby Sher kicked the ball with a kick. The received Case Fish turned around and passed the ball to his teammates in the midfield.

Birmingham continued to play the Gunners by pressing in front of the midfield in the first half, and they quickly made the ball rotate and then pressed the entire ball up.

"As soon as the game was opened, Birmingham's hot offensive desire in this game still did not cool down."

Just when everyone remembered the scene where Birmingham almost scored a goal in less than ten minutes in the first half and was worried for Arsenal, the professor's adjustment was quickly revealed.

"Oh~, the Gunners' formation has been adjusted. Carlos Bella, pressing wildly, Heleb couldn't hold the ball at all, and passed the ball to Gardner who was inserted in the middle, becoming narrower and narrower, and Birmingham's midfielder was dismembered."

The more you go forward, the narrower the area, and this feeling made Birmingham's attack more and more uncomfortable. When the ball came to Derby Sher who was running in the front, he was directly cut off by Wilshire who had been waiting for a long time.

"Start a counterattack on the spot, Arsenal cut the ball less than three minutes into the second half."

As Wilshire passed the ball to Rosici who began to move forward, the Gunners' pocket-like midfield quickly changed. With the overall forward move, they formed an assaulted front arrow formation.

"Rosici passed the ball to Bella on the right. Bella took the ball forward and was blocked. She passed the ball to A Feng who was receiving the ball, and stopped it. A Feng left the two players who were following the defense behind!"

Liu Feng's performance has not shown any sign of decline since the beginning. His escape is pleasing to the eye, and the passing is the same.

"It has attracted enough defensive power to pull to the right again and pass the ball! A Feng has created a lot of opportunities for his teammates in this game."

Seeing the ball being passed by Liu Feng from the double-team of the three players, Liu Jianhong felt sincerely admired. Liu Feng's game can be said to have revitalized the entire Gunners' midfielder.

"Rossicky, who followed up, ran to the ball, shot a fake shot and passed it. The ball was given to him to the left rear of his body, Wilshire!"

"Bang!"

The volley was strong and heavy, with an excellent angle, but it could not resist the divine pounce.

"Ben Foster~, he stretched out completely in the air and touched the ball!!!"
Chapter completed!
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