Chapter 241: Dumb
The ball flew into the goal, and there was not much time left for the first half.
Arsenal seems naturally good at making things worse for their opponents, and they are always able to score goals in the last period, both in the first and second half.
Just like this, after scoring the goal, the Gunners celebrated together wildly. The Paris Saint-Germain players standing there were neither going forward nor retreating, and staying there for a while didn't know what to do.
After all, even if I actively run to prepare for the kick-off at this moment, it is impossible to do anything in just over a minute after the game restarts.
When Arsenal players surrounded Liu Feng, the hero of goal, returned to their own half, their expressions were full of comfort and relaxation, because they obviously knew that the first half was destined to end with their lead.
"Shh!"
The referee blew the kick-off whistle, Paris Saint-Germain took the ball, Ibrahimovic and Cavani quickly rushed to the Gunners' half and shouted loudly to their midfielders. The two forwards seemed to have the dream of scoring a goal in their hearts.
Unfortunately, just after Verati received Pastore's pass, he was interfered with the touch of Giroud and Liu Feng, who were rushing, and both became a problem, not to mention changing direction and passing the ball out.
In a hurry, the Paris midfielder had to choose to pass back. The ball was passed to Lucas, who was receiving the wing. Paris Saint-Germain had to control the ball in his own half.
Under this transmission, time quietly passed. Before Arsenal could launch a second attack on his opponent's ball, the referee had already blew the whistle to the end of the half.
"Shh~Shh!"
"Okay, the first half is over, Arsenal temporarily leads with a 2-1 score, and they will spend this halftime break with the lead."
On the court, the smiling Arsenal players and the serious Paris Saint-Germain entered the player channel at the same time. Paris Saint-Germain, who scored the goal first, did not keep their initial joy. Blanco did some of this halftime break.
As for the Gunners, the professor also had a lot to say after observing the entire half. He didn't think the team had done perfectly. At least the goal that was seized by the opponent at the beginning was a big problem.
When they entered the locker room, Wenger's face gradually became serious. The team members who were just smiling and calmed down quickly. They all realized that their boss had something to say.
"You played well in the second half of the first half."
Pulling over the tactical board, the professor drew red circles on the stamps of several players: "However, there are still problems in the defense of several positions."
The front line has scored twice and has penetrated the opponent's defense line twice. There is nothing to say about Wenger in this situation, but there are some problems with his own defense line.
Some of the problems here can be strengthened by reminding the players, such as turning around in advance and getting stuck, constantly observing and preventing the opponent's direct pass route during attack.
But some problems, such as Ibrahimovic's difficulty, Cavani's impact, and the Paris midfielder's strong ability to threaten the ball, can only remind players to pay 100,000 attention to prevent their opponent from easily drilling through their own defense.
The professor talked a lot about it, and the players mentioned all raised their heads and listened carefully to their coach's analysis. As an academic coach, Wenger can definitely analyze many things very thoroughly.
Finally, all the speeches were over, and the professor stopped and looked at his team members.
"Some of what I said may or may not be right. You need to judge on the court, but I think what we want is the same. The score of 2-1 is not safe. You need to continue to work hard in the second half of the game."
"I understand coach~, don't worry."
Some careless Gansuo responded to the professor first, and then the team members expressed their feelings repeatedly.
"Even in the away game, we can still defeat our opponents!"
"That's right."
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For a time, the Gunners' locker room did not become more morale because Wenger made any passionate words, but instead became more and more popular because of the team members' respective speeches.
When everything calmed down, the team's locker room door was knocked again. Captain Liu Feng stood up and opened the locker room door. A group of players came out one after another. In the second half, Arsenal was as energetic as he was.
"Okay, the two teams have reappeared on the court, and the two sides have already stood up after the exchange."
Paris Saint-Germain will kick off the ball first in the second half, with Ibrahimovic and Cavani standing face to face to face.
During the entire halftime break, Blanco was not only busy analyzing and arranging issues at various positions, but also giving the players a lot of blood. At this moment, the players of Paris Saint-Germain were all ready to wait for the game to start to give Arsenal a good look.
"Shh!"
The whistle sounded and the ball was fired. Ibrahimovic and Cavani once again repeated the performance of inserting into the Gunners' midfield after the last kickoff in the first half. However, the difference was that Veratti, who received the pass from Pastore this time, actually passed Giroud and Liu Feng with a beautiful Marseille swing.
"Haha, Marseille swivels and directly throws two strikers who are not good at defense behind him. Veratti's small body has also become his extraordinary weapon."
When Veratti completed the breakthrough, he completed what his forward teammates wanted him to do in the first half.
"A pick-through pass was passed directly behind the Paris midfielder. Cavani quickly inserted it. He threw Wilshire away half of his body and got the ball!"
"Boom! Paris! Paris! We are shining Paris!"
The fans of Princes Park Stadium began to shout, and the fans made huge shouts to cheer their players.
"Cavani changed direction~, from the side to the middle, Alba has come up. He is about to be surrounded by his opponent, pass the ball, and give it to Ibrahimovic. Ibrahimovic pushed the ball to the left, shot, and spiked the ball, and he shook down the defense of Mertesak!"
"boom!"
The roar came again, and when Ibrahimovic changed direction and broke to the right, he had opened enough room to shoot.
"Put your feet, hit it~"
"Dong!"
At this moment, a flying tackle flew from behind Ibrahimovic. Standing outside the penalty area line, he was caught off guard and was directly overwhelmed to the ground, and the referee's sharp whistle also sounded.
"Shh!"
"Foof, very rough foul, this is a card-taking action, Vermullen, he chose an irrational way to defend."
He Wei's voice appeared in the eyes of the fans with a red card. For a moment, all the gun fans were stunned.
Chapter completed!