"The game has entered the injury stop time, and there is not much time left for Arsenal. They may, oh~, A Feng called out his teammates all the way!"

Zhan Jun was a little pessimistically paving the way for Arsenal to receive this bitterness, but suddenly he saw the slightly irritable figure passing through the Gunners' backcourt.

"He was very angry and seemed to be yelling at his teammates."

At this moment, Liu Feng had forgotten his identity in Arsenal. He ran all the way, as if he was stimulating his players with a captain.

Faced with the roar of the team's highly respected core players, the players did not feel very abrupt. After the players stood up one after another, Arsenal quickly adjusted his posture.

All of this was seen by Wenger, who was standing on the sidelines. He chose to remain silent, but he wanted to shout something to the players on the field.

In such a short period of time, instead of letting the team members accept their new arrangements and implement them, it is better to let them play their own freely.

"Arsenal's entire team stood up very quickly. Liu Feng and Xiao Fa also began to complain to the referee. Haha, the referee also seemed a little irritable. He blew the whistle and called back the Tottenham players who were celebrating wildly."

Zhan Jun's voice slowly rose. At this moment, one minute had just passed, and about three minutes left.

This time is not long or short. If it goes well, it will be enough for the Gunners to complete the attack.

For no reason, when he saw Liu Feng so angry and excited, he couldn't help but begin to fantasize about a picturesque scene in his heart.

Perhaps it was the pride of being both Chinese, or it was the intuition of pure professional explanation. In short, Zhan Jun was completely moved by Liu Feng's spiritual power.

"Shh!!!"

"After the referee whistle, Arsenal took the ball, and Liu Feng, who received the ball from Chamak, passed the ball to Fabregas in the middle."

The whistle sounded again and the game restarted. The Gunners' midfield movements were also fast, but Tottenham's defense was also good.

The game time is in seconds, and the continuous countdown stimulates everyone's spirit. Arsenal's transmission is quickly interspersed, but Tottenham has arranged for all members to defend.

Even Bell, who had just completed the shocking draw, had no more desire to attack in this last time.

"The ball has returned to Xiaofa's feet again. His several forward passes were not very successful. Fortunately, the Gunners' offensive players protected the ball."

In the 93rd minute of the game, Arsenal, except for three defenders, stayed at the half court to prevent the opponent's quick counterattack, and everyone else had already crossed the half.

However, their attack only stays at the outer edge of Tottenham midfield. Once the ball enters the threatening area, it will be hit by Tottenham players.

With such a defense, there is really no better way to fight tough battles.

Unfortunately, the most time needed for the tough battle is what the Gunners are most urgent now. In the end, Fabregas had to choose one person to ride the ball and pass by.

When he used a half-turn to pull the ball and broke through in reverse, his space was completely locked.

In front of him, the only feasible pass routes were Chamak and Walcott, who was followed by Bale.

"Xiao Fa has been blocked by two Tottenham midfielders. He has never taken the risk of trying. There is only one last minute left in the game, and he has to make a choice."

Zhan Jun's inner anxiety is no less than the players on the field. The more critical the moment, the lower the requirement for mistakes. It is very likely that a slight stagger will completely cut off this last chance.

Fabregas, who had no choice, finally kicked the ball with one kick. The price he paid was that Palacios tackled him with one kick the moment the ball went out.

"The offense is favorable! The referee did not call a foul, and the game continued. Chamak got the ball in front of the penalty area, and he was stuck with defender Gala on his back."

A center forward with a back-to-back can make not many choices about the next step.

Either turn around and try to break through or divide the sides. As a bridgehead, no one can ask for anything Chamakdo, who performed well in this game.

“Fuck!”

Time had entered the last thirty seconds, and the teammates began to shout anxiously, and their eyes kept glancing at the left, Chamak did not wait for the figure to come out in the end.

Yes, he was waiting for Liu Feng, but at this moment, Liu Feng was completely double-teamed by Kudicini, Hutton and Modric who came back from running.

Can't wait any longer!

At that moment, Chamak chose to take on the final responsibility himself. He had no choice but to fight.

"Chamak knocked the ball backwards, turned around and rushed up with Gala. He chose to do it himself!!!"

"Stop him!"

The roars of his teammates stimulated Gala. Feeling the huge power suddenly burst out from the enemy around him, Gala decided to block him out of the penalty area at any cost.

"The two of them were pulling and pushing forward all the way, and they were about to enter the penalty area!"

Zhan Jun's voice set a trumpet for Arsenal's final attack. Seeing Chamak charge alone, he felt a harsh heart that he might be able to change the score.

"Dong!"

Just the next moment, something that no one could react to was happening.

"Chamak,Chamak fell into the penalty area! He was pulled down while pulling with Gala, and the referee blew the whistle, this was a foul!"

"Referee, I didn't pull him!"

"This should be just a normal physical confrontation, he is acting!"

"No, no, no, referee, please don't."

"Have you up! Fuck!"

"Who are you scolding? Fuck!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

In an instant, it was messed up, everything was messed up.

Before the referee made the final penalty, several Tottenham players and Gala had rushed to him.

In Tottenham's penalty area, Basson rudely reached out to force Chamak, and his fragrant mouth directly aroused the conflict between the two sides.

“Fuck you!”

“Son of a bitch!”

"I'll kill you!"

"Damn!!!"

Fierce conflict broke out, and the traditional art of the North London Derby finally appeared in this final countdown.

In the stands, Arsenal fans and Tottenham fans were not idle either. The away fans between the two home stands were divided into two groups of crazy and nearby Gunner fans squirting.

If it weren't for the security guards on the field, these angry fans would definitely be able to do it.
Chapter completed!