"Wilshire received the ball with his back, removed the ball smoothly, and got rid of it directly to the left. He pulled away from He De Jong's position, turned around and got the ball in one go!"

In terms of short pass cooperation, the Arsenal players were not afraid of anyone. When Wilhel sent the ball out, another midfielder trick came directly to the receiving point.

"Xiao Fa got the ball and continued to push David Silva back to defend quickly. He directly tried to reach out to Lafabregas. He wanted to make a tactical foul."

Seeing Silva's actions, Zhan Jun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that because of Manchester City's massive pressure on the offense, there were only five defensive forces in the Blue Moon's half, and tactical fouls were indeed a reasonable approach.

However, Xiaofa had no intention of being forced to tie the ball at all. After feeling that his left jersey was pulled hugely, he immediately made a choice.

"Oh~, I don't look at people passing the ball, Xiao Fa passed the ball to his right rear, where there was Alexander Song who followed up. Alexander Song followed up and went straight to the ball!"

"Bang!"

Not only did the short passes cooperate with the passing, the Gunners were also very good at using the stadium range. Alexander Song's pass directly flew from the right rear of the stadium to the front left.

That's right, the target of this pass is Liu Feng.

"The ball flew towards A Feng. At this moment, he was following veteran Bridge next to him. He directly removed the ball from his chest and put the ball in front of the two. Liu Feng directly activated it!"

The old and the young created a huge gap in the startup speed. Liu Feng's amazing explosive power made Bridge, who had barely followed him before, lose his position instantly.

"The simple cut inward, A Feng's spike was very exquisite. He dribbled the ball horizontally and walked towards the middle!"

With a right-angle fake body, she moved with the ball. Liu Feng rushed towards Kompani, who was running over, but just as the two were about to face each other, the ball was pushed again by his bang in the direction of the parallel penalty area line.

"The left foot step is cushioned and the right foot is heeled. A Feng chose to shoot directly!!!"

"Bang!"

Another long shot with great force. The only difference is that Liu Feng tried his best this time.

The ball soared straight up after leaving his feet, like a crescent moon passing through beautiful marks in the air.

However, at the end of the crescent moon, a burly figure appeared again. Joe Hart, who was quick to react, once again judged the right direction and saved the fire.

"The ball is about to meet Hart. The goalkeeper's jumping power is amazing. He holds the ball with both hands and A Feng's shot is about to be..."

"Swish!"

"It's missing! It's missing!!! Hart's holding the ball with both hands slowed down, and the ball flew into the goal from between his hands against the post!!!"

Zhan Jun was really happy this time. He began to have a hint of uncontrollable smile in the subsequent shouting: "For the second time, in the face of A Feng's long shot, Hart made another mistake. This is really..."

For a moment, Zhan Jun couldn't find good words to describe this save, so he had to change the topic to Liu Feng.

"In the 43rd minute of the game, A Feng scored twice! He scored two goals for the team with two feet outside the penalty area. This beautiful inward cut made Kompany a spectator again."

"Maple! Maple! Maple!"

In the stands, the Chinese in Manchester City also began to shout Liu Feng's name.

Waving the five-star red flag, at this moment, this group of Chinese fans led other Arsenal fans to become the biggest source of momentum in the Etihad stands.

He scored two long shots in succession, and the opponent's goalkeeper finally gave him a big gift. Liu Feng, who scored this goal, didn't even have that happy celebration. He smiled and hugged his teammates, then walked towards his own half.

Following him were the excited other Gunners and all the Blue Moon players’ complicated gazes.

When the game started again, there was little time left for the first half of the game. Manchester City, who had re-charged, had only had time to pass the ball a few times in their own half to welcome the midfield ending whistle blew by the referee.

"The first half was over, and the score of the game was a bit unexpected. The away team Arsenal directly took the lead with two goals from A Feng."

The accident in Zhan Jun's words was the same as many fans who tried to estimate the result of this game before the game. No one could have thought that Lan Yue, who was obviously good in hardware, could be beaten 2-0 by the Gunners at halftime.

In the locker room, Arsenal's dressing room is no different from the previous game. With the players performing well, Wenger doesn't have that much nonsense at all.

"Continue to keep your form in the second half, and still have to defend well. They may threaten our goal at any time."

"I understand coach!"

"Very good, have a rest."

After a few short sentences of communication, Wenger left the remaining time to the players, and the players naturally used this period of time to adjust their own state.

And in the Manchester City locker room, everything is not like this.

"What the hell are you doing!!!"

Hart, who was standing in front of Mancini's face and breathing, felt that his face was full of spitting, but except for secretly wiping off the saliva on his face, he did not dare to do anything to disobey the coach.

After taking over Manchester City, Mancini has always been with the players as the leader, which has led to his roar when the team is in a bad state.

"And you guys, in the second half, I don't want to see that Chinese kid have a chance to shoot outside the penalty area anymore. No, it's not OK in the penalty area. Vincent, keep an eye on him to death!"

"clear!"

Facing Mancini in this state, Kompani didn't dare to talk nonsense and quickly took over the task given to him by the coach.

"Everyone, let me have a good look at whose territory it is. Do you want them to ride on us in front of so many of our fans?!!"

"In no mood!"

"Then play football for me!"

"clear!"

...

The halftime break ended soon, and the two teams soon met again in the player channel.

However, this time, he felt the huge hostility towards his opponent from his opponent, and the Arsenal players did not directly fight back like before.

They have beaten their opponents in half many times, and in the end they won the victory.

Then, there is no need for such meaningless eye combat.
Chapter completed!