Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 159: Judgment Upgraded to Level 4! Tragedy Arrives! Didier Deschamps's Elegy!
43-year-old Didier Deschamps was standing on the sidelines, looking over there with affectionate eyes. Oh no, that was a sign of collapse.

The downward trend swept the entire Velodrome Stadium uncontrollably. Every Marseille player seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, stunned by Arsenal's lightning offensive at the start.

This situation is not uncommon on the football field. No matter how strong the team is, it may be defeated instantly because of some small changes.

What usually follows is a big defeat, a tragedy!
No!

In an instant, Deschamps came to his senses and a look of anxiety appeared on his face. He had to turn the declining situation on the field around.

This big man in his playing days and the boss of the locker room in his coaching career, matured more precociously than others since childhood because of the experience of losing a loved one in his youth, and had an extraordinary desire to control everything.

He was afraid that everything around him would suddenly move away from him, afraid that he would suddenly lose something important, and he hated everything being out of control.

"Attack!"

He chose the other extreme, wanting the players to build confidence through successful offensive organization, "find the feeling, if you lose, just grab the ball on the spot in the front court and create some trouble for them!"

It is definitely not a good idea to continue to retreat at this time. The players will only become more and more chaotic, and Arsenal will completely defeat them with continuous offensives.

We can only try to attack and hope they can find the feeling from this aspect.

Deschamps knew that this was a bold decision, a risky one, and he originally had a more conservative option.

For example, make fine adjustments in various positions and make some unexpected small changes.

But in his judgment, fine-tuning would definitely not have any effect at this time!

Only by using tough and major changes to stabilize the situation first can we slowly discover where the problem lies and then make some subtle small adjustments.

It's a mess, there are problems everywhere. How can we tell them apart and how to adjust them?
On the other side, Wenger stood there easily, raised his hands and shouted a few times to release the excitement in his body.

He didn't have anything to adjust. Since the players were already having fun at this time, he just let them play and emphasized defense in the midfield.

"Beep!"

The referee soon blew the third whistle for the game, and the Marseille player kicked the ball out of the center circle for the second time in this game.

"Go, go, go!"

"Take a look to the right!"

"Grab him!"

"Come here, seal the return line!"

The Arsenal players rushed forward shouting with great momentum, as if they were unwilling to give the Marseille players any chance to breathe.

They just wanted to end the suspense of the game in the first half. If they could score one more goal, this game would most likely become a pure win for them.

"It was only 15 minutes into the game and those who had just turned on their TVs might have been surprised to see Arsenal leading -.

"Today they played really crazy. This new style appeared in them at the beginning of the season, and now it seems to have been deeply imprinted on every player.

"Will there be another goal in the first half? This question may make Marseille fans nervous and Arsenal fans look forward to it."

On the field, Marseille players tried to attack out of the half, and they chose a very simple way, using long passes to Arsenal's backcourt.

This does ease their pressure to a certain extent. After Arteta's arrival, Arsenal's midfield interception ability has improved significantly.

In addition, Rosicky and Alexander Song, who partnered with him today, both have tough styles of play, and it is obviously an irrational decision to fight against them in the midfield.

It would be better to hoist the ball up first, regardless of whether you can get it or not, just press forward and push the front line forward.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

As the football spent more time in the air, the pace seemed to slow down a lot, and Marseille seemed to have got the result they wanted.

But how could the Arsenal players not see their intentions? If you look closely, you can find that every time Marseille attacks, few Arsenal players return to defense, and most of them still stay in Marseille's backcourt.

This is a risk of losing the ball, but we must try to give Marseille a fatal blow as soon as we get the ball!
Fight for your life!

But more of it is the fate of Beaumarchais!

They scored two goals at the beginning of the game, and they had the confidence and self-confidence to do so. They could withstand the consequences of losing one goal, but if they scored another goal, Marseille would most likely not be able to hold on.

"Marseille's chance to attack from the wing! Gonzalez is dribbling the ball from the wing, Remy is waiting in the middle!

"A cross! The ball landed in the wrong spot, and Szczesny snatched it right out of the air!

“Throw it directly to Andre Santos, who is Arsenal’s first choice for passing the ball and advancing when Vermaelen is not there!
“Andre Santos wanted to give the ball to Mahel, but Benoit blocked the line and didn’t want him to pass it to Arteta in the middle!”

At the front of the penalty area, Arteta received the ball and moved to the left. He kept an eye on Benoit's movements, trying to bring him out and pass the ball to Mahre.

"Thump, thump, thump!" But at this moment, Maher suddenly chose to start towards the baseline, he wanted to get behind the opponent.

"Bang." Without any hesitation, Arteta pushed the arch of his right foot in the middle of the football and made a straight pass.

Azpilicueta turned and followed. He had been on guard against this and was very focused.

He also believed that with his agility and explosiveness, he could clear the ball out of the baseline or sideline before Maher.

The race between the two started from the sidelines, and both sides almost stuck together as they chased the football.

After running two steps, Maher found that he might not be able to get the ball to the middle first, so he wanted to seek physical confrontation and leaned to the side.

"Shh!"

As soon as Azpilicueta felt the force coming from his body, he stopped suddenly and changed direction, bypassing his body and chasing the football from the outside.

This was completely beyond Maher's expectations. He staggered slightly, and after stabilizing his body, he fell two steps behind the opponent. Fortunately, he was still able to put pressure on Azpilicueta.

Azpilicueta came to the football first at this moment. He looked at the ball that was about to roll to the bottom line with surprise and hesitation in his eyes.

He had just completed a beautiful dodge and quickly caught up with the football from another direction. He thought this would allow Maher to withdraw from the fight for the ball, but he didn't expect the opponent to still be following him.

Didn't he lose his balance?

He suddenly felt that his tactics against those strong forwards were completely ineffective.

Now, the ball in front of him has undoubtedly become a hot potato. If he takes the ball and turns around, it may be intercepted; if he kicks it directly to the corner kick, it seems that he is too cowardly; if he protects the ball out of the baseline and takes the goal kick, it is basically impossible to succeed.

"Bang bang!"

Azpilicueta finally chose to trust his own footwork. He knocked the ball behind him with the back of his right heel, and when he turned around, he used the outside of his left foot to change direction.

McGee turns around!
The secret to escaping with your back to the opponent!

"Snapped!"

But Maher's subsequent outstretched foot made everything awkward. After a beautiful turn, Azpilicueta found that he had just turned a circle and nothing else.

Maher stole the ball because he had predicted that Azpilicueta might turn around and was prepared.

"Bang!!"

He then kicked a cross towards the middle without looking at the center. It was not that he made a random pass, but mainly because he felt dizzy in his mind, which made his eyes uncontrollably distracted and his ears tinnitus appeared.

what's the situation?
An escalation of judgment?
Maher guessed why. He could feel that his brain was becoming different, as if many things had been crushed and put back together again.

He quickly squatted on the ground and pretended to tie his shoelaces. He almost fell forward several times, but he disguised it as his back foot having an unstable center of gravity.

[Skill: Decision Level 4]

[Proficiency: (1/5000)]

[Effect: After a lot of research and experience, you seem to have understood everything on the court, and have a strong judgment and decision-making ability for any scene, big or small, and can often make the most correct decision in a very short time! ]

decision!

It may seem like an ordinary word at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, it is definitely the most important mental ability.

Break!
It means making a firm and unwavering decision in an instant after judging the situation!

It must have been the best and most correct choice under the circumstances at that time!

The importance of this ability on the field is self-evident. The football field is changing rapidly and no one can predict what will happen next.

With the ability to make decisions in an instant, Maher's way of playing will become more reasonable, even perfect.

He can better play to all his strengths, play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and become a more mature player!

After all the negative feelings subsided, Maher stood up again, took two small steps, and saw the opponent's goalkeeper preparing to serve the kick.

My teammate should have grabbed this point, but unfortunately he missed it.

"Oh!"

After the goalkeeper kicked the ball out, he turned and ran back a few steps and got stuck on the offside line.

Azpilicueta looked at him in panic. Maher had already brought him almost suffocating pressure, and he now dared not move a single step away.

His offensive ability is useless now, it's good enough that he can limit Maher.

The first half of the game progressed smoothly for a while, but after 30 minutes, the offensive and defensive rhythm of the two teams became faster again.

This was bound to happen. Marseille wanted to push forward and attack to force Arsenal to retreat, but Arsenal refused to retreat, so there was nothing they could do.

Let’s play a round-based offense and defense to see whose defense line can’t withstand the pressure and lose a goal first!
In the 34th minute of the game, Marseille striker Andre Ayew passed Jenkinson, who was on the bench today, and suddenly rushed into the penalty area, creating a threatening opportunity.

"Oh!" The Marseille fans who had been silent for a long time finally saw hope and some of them stood up from their seats.

Ayew wanted to advance further, but Koscielny stared at the ball at his feet fiercely, putting him under great pressure.

"Oh!"

Helplessly, he could only choose to kick the ball at an extremely fast speed and pass it towards the goal.

Ayew looked towards the center with anticipation. No matter who touches the ball, it could create an opportunity.

After his own striker Remy missed the ball, the expectation in his eyes did not decrease. Mertesacker is very tall and it is possible that he could score an own goal due to his clumsiness.

"Shoot!" But Mertesacker shouted, not only had no intention of kicking, but also reminded Andre Santos behind him not to kick.

Unexpectedly, Andre Santos observed more comprehensively. After finding that there was no one on the left and right, he not only did not clear the ball, but also stopped the ball, turned around and took the ball, and dribbled the ball towards the midfield.

Ayew's hopes were dashed and he had to return to defense miserably. He spat in frustration.

"Bang, bang. Bang, bang!"

In the 38th minute of the game, Arteta and Rosicky made two beautiful wall passes in the middle, and the latter then went straight into the dangerous area in the middle of Marseille.

Marseille's three defenders and two midfielders slowly retreated as if facing a great enemy, while being on guard against other players' sudden forward advances.

Maher was originally standing near the offside line. He judged that Rosicky had no one to support him and was likely to passively choose to break through, so he ran back two steps.

"Rosicky!!"

He shouted, and the other party breathed a sigh of relief and kicked the ball over.

Maher stepped forward to receive the ball, and Azpilicueta was waiting for the opportunity to steal the ball, so he couldn't be careless.

After taking a look at the situation in the middle, he found that Van Persie was in a good position, and Rosicky was also looking for a second run.

"Bang!" He knocked the ball to Van Persie's right foot. His foot was obviously farther away from the defender and he could easily knock the ball back.

"Boom!"

Mahel had no intention of standing still. After passing the ball, he moved directly towards the ribs.

"Bang bang!"

Everything happened just as he thought. Van Persie passed the ball back to Rosicky, who keenly noticed his movement and passed the ball straight to his ribs!
The cooperation was successful!
Continuous kick of the ball!
Continuous third man runs!

A picturesque pass and cut!

When Mahel broke into the penalty area, many Marseille defenders had not yet turned around, let alone defended.

"Oh!"

He swept the ball towards the back point, and Walcott, who had been immersed in the game for a long time, came up and easily caught the ball, pushing it into the net.

Three to zero!
Arsenal scores another goal!
"Yeah!" There was nothing else in the players' ears except cheers and praises to each other. They had just completed a perfect team goal like a mechanized passing and running machine.

A cool game is coming!
"what!"

Walcott, with a look of ecstasy on his face, ran towards Maher who passed the ball to him. The others seemed to have found their organization as well and ran towards Maher to celebrate together.

This goal belongs to all of them, and everyone feels involved!

Against the backdrop of the Marseille players looking at each other in bewilderment, the Arsenal players in red and white jerseys were heading towards one position. The scene was spectacular.

"That's three!"

"continue!"

Maher watched them retreat subconsciously, smiling all the way to the left corner flag area, where they high-fived and hugged each other. In the silence of the Marseille fans, they simply celebrated and walked together towards their own half, acting as a group and looking very united.

On the other hand, Marseille is already at the end of its strength, and the dissatisfaction that has been suppressed for a long time is finally about to erupt.

This is not only the suppressed emotions of their game, but also the collectivism that Deschamps has always advocated.

"I don't know what's wrong with some people's defense. They just stand there like idiots, like wooden stakes!"

Jeremy was the first to speak with his hands on his hips, implying something, "You have to go around the sign, but you just need to go in a straight line!"

Many people looked at him with complicated expressions, knowing that he was referring to his central defender partner Diawara.

Diawara was responsible for the ball just now. First, he failed to hold off Van Persie and let the opponent pass the ball back, and then allowed Maher to rush into his half and make a cross.

Diawara also threw up his hands and exploded. He thought Jeremy was being racist and targeting his skin color. "Say it again!"

He walked straight towards Jeremy, ready to confront him.

"Get out of here!" Jeremy saw Diawara coming up and reached out and pushed Diawara away.

This time Diawara rushed forward with his fists clenched, but fortunately Azpilicueta held him tightly, preventing him from punching.

This is a rare scene. Internal conflicts on football fields are very common, but the number of those that reach the point of physical violence can be counted on one hand.

"Oh! Oh!"

Deschamps was already in a high-pressure state on the sidelines. After seeing this scene, he stood up and roared angrily, "Both of you get off! Get off! Do you have any brains?"

He turned to look at the bench and impulsively asked all the defenders to warm up, acting as if he was determined to replace both of them.

Soon an assistant coach stood up to persuade him. Deschamps muttered a few words and slowly calmed down.

He is definitely a man with a big heart, but a bad temper is also his characteristic. The team itself is in a critical moment, but instead of working together to find a solution, they are still fighting among themselves.

Who can bear this?
Deschamps finally scolded both of them and replaced Diawara with another substitute defender.

After Diawara left the field, she sobbed with her lips pursed and her head lowered due to a mixture of emotions.

Deschamps noticed this and wanted to go over and say something, but after taking a look at the team that was likely to fall into chaos again, he just stood there without moving.

"How to do?"

No matter how experienced, steady, or mature he was, this thought kept repeating in his mind over and over again, eventually turning his brain into a mess.

Deschamps soon found himself without having to think, because Arsenal's threatening attack came again.

In the 41st minute of the game, when he was biting his nails in agony, he saw Arteta intercepted the team's ball from the backcourt to the midfield again.

"Oh!"

Then he sent a straight pass behind Azpilicueta. The ball was very fast, but a little close to the defender's body.

"Snap!" Azpilicueta subconsciously stretched out his foot to touch the ball, but because his legs were too short, he failed to stop the ball and instead changed direction and hit the baseline.

Fortunately, Arteta passed the ball to Maher in a relatively confident manner, and after twisting his body flexibly, he was still ahead of Maher in terms of position.

But just like last time, this ball that slipped towards the baseline was a hot potato, whether he could catch it or not.

Azpilicueta looked back and saw that Maher was about three body lengths away from him. Maybe he could choose to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper in the middle?
He came to the football, turned his body to the right, and just as he was about to raise his foot to clear the ball, he found that Mahel was already in front of him.

So fast?
Azpilicueta still underestimated Maher's speed when running without the ball, and he found that a confrontation seemed inevitable.

The devil is coming!
"Bang!" A sound like a huge bell rang out. No one outside could hear it but Azpilicueta himself could. It was the sound of his flesh and blood rolling and his internal organs shaking.

He instantly bounced out of the baseline uncontrollably, three or four meters in a row. Even though he was very well coordinated, he still fell to the side.

It’s like your wallet fell on the ground, so you do a goat pose to train your core strength and pick it up.

This is not over yet. Due to the huge difference in strength, after picking up the wallet, his body was still pushing him forward.

Azpilicueta wanted to reverse this embarrassing situation, but to no avail. Instead, he curled up his body with his feet in the air, making an obscene posture.

He knew he looked funny, and he knew it would become tomorrow's gif.

It was as if the wallet he picked up belonged to someone else, and he ran away to avoid being chased.

This is not the most outrageous thing. The important thing is that he is about to crash into the photographers on the plastic track.

"Bang!" Azpilicueta knocked over several photographers and recording equipment, and fell to the ground with a group of people.

A full seven or eight meters away!

After falling to the ground, Azpilicueta didn't want to get up again, but a few kind photographers kept comforting him.

Azpilicueta got up with a helpless look on his face, just in time to see the Marseille fans holding their heads and staring at the center in horror.

"Oh!"

"Shh!"

Two clear voices rang out from behind his head, followed by the shouts of the Arsenal expeditionary force from the far end of the stands: "Yeah!!"

He closed his eyes in pain, glanced at the photographer next to him, and wanted to say, "Can I lie down for a while longer?"

Turning his head, he saw Van Persie pointing at Maher and rushing towards the corner flag area. This should be another connection between Van Persie and Maher.

Shifting his gaze sideways again, he saw a very complicated look in Deschamps' eyes, which showed worry and dissatisfaction with him, as well as a hint of confusion from the inside out.

Deschamps: “.”

Azpilicueta: “.”

Zero to four.

It was still 0-4 at halftime, this must be the most lopsided halftime score in this Champions League!
What can he do?
"Beep! Beep!" The referee then blew the whistle to end the first half. The Marseille players finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the sky was a little clearer.

However, when they thought about having to spend another half a game in jail, their faces darkened again.

Deschamps walked into the locker room with his head down on the sidelines. I wonder what he was thinking about, or did he simply want to escape from the stadium as soon as possible?

"Bang! Bang!"

When Maher walked into the player tunnel, he soon heard the sound of things being thrown in the Marseille locker room. After lamenting Deschamps' bad temper, he smiled.

This impression should be deep enough.

In 45 minutes, he scored 1 goal and assisted 2 goals!
In the 54th minute of the second half, Deschamps was standing on the sidelines and saw Azpilicueta tackle Maher and get a yellow card, so he called former Liverpool player Djimitra Traore to the side.

This is a central defender who experienced the Istanbul miracle and has plenty of defensive experience. Send him up and hope he can make a difference.

"When you go up, play to the full-back position. Don't attack. Just stick to Maher."

Deschamps stroked Jimmy's shoulder, entrusted him with an important task, and said, "I leave it to you!"

"Don't worry, boss."

Jimmy Traore looked at the time and thought that Mahel probably didn't have much energy left. He should be able to hold on, so he said confidently: "I have my advantages."

The substitution card was then raised, and Djimitrov came on to the field amid Deschamps' applause, while Azpilicueta, who had been in prison for most of the game, finally came off.

Two minutes later, Arsenal launched a quick counterattack. Djimitri Traore obviously had not adapted to the rhythm and was left at the back.

"Oh!"

Arteta must have suffered from him before in the Premier League, so he seized the opportunity and made a long pass behind him, trying to bully the veteran.

"Boom!"

Mahel quickly inserted himself behind him, and Djimitri Traore was overtaken before he could even turn around.

Vulnerable!
"Snap!" The football hit Maher's thigh. He used his thigh to move the ball in front of him, and a very good one-on-one shot came out.

"Oh!" Arsenal fans were looking forward to the arrival of the fifth goal, and a cheer had already sounded in advance.

The Clermont family in the Marseille fan section brightened up their faces and prepared themselves mentally for their nephew's fourth goal. The eldest sister covered Ava's mouth in advance.

"Oh!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mahel waited until Marseille goalkeeper Mandanda made a move, then dribbled the ball horizontally to the right. Not to mention Mandanda's explosive performance, it would have been difficult for him to catch the ball even if he had wings.

After passing the goalkeeper, he pushed the ball into the net with an easy shot!
Goal 2!
2 goal and 2 assist!
Five to zero!
"Aahh!!" The Arsenal fans in the Expedition Fan Zone went crazy, and the Clermont family of five in the Marseille Fan Zone started performing again. If they had the proficiency in 'performance', they must have reached level 2.

Maher did not celebrate wildly this time. He saw the fans of his hometown team glaring at him, as if they would no longer tolerate him because of his identity if they had a disagreement.

However, he had no place to vent his excitement, so he unleashed a series of punches on the spot, bringing Rooney's celebration to the stadium.

"Thank me quickly!" Van Persie ran over and said something incomprehensible.

Maher looked at him in confusion, but fortunately he explained: "Jimmy was a very strong defender, but it was because of us, the predecessors, that he was made old, so you young people can have it so easy."

"Ha ha."

Maher laughed out loud, and he realized that Van Persie's jokes were even worse, so he replied: "It has nothing to do with you old men, it's just that I'm young."

They then had fun together again. It was a wonderful afternoon. Photographers on the sidelines pointed their cameras at them, taking many memorable photos of this moment.

Only Deschamps was staying on the sidelines with a sad look on his face. This strong middle-aged man who came from the Basque region and called himself a Basque pig seemed to have aged a lot and figured out a lot of things.

In the 71st minute of the game, Djimitkaaoul was hit by Maher and got his head hurt, and pulled down Walcott who was already alone in the penalty area.

"Beep!"

The referee pointed to the penalty spot, awarded a penalty, and also gave a red card to the veteran who had just been on the field for less than 20 minutes.

Deschamps pouted, spread his hands, squeezed his face into a ball, turned his back and didn't want to look at the court anymore.

Until this moment, he has been in a dazed state. This is the same as his team.

He has always been very competitive, but at this moment he actually had some thoughts that 'a red card might be a good thing'. At least if he lost the ball again, it would be more excusable.

Djimitrov quickly walked down with a look of frustration on his face. He did not talk to Deschamps and went straight into the locker room.

"Oh!"

Van Persie then scored the penalty, completing his hat-trick and extending the score to six to zero!
massacre!

Deschamps felt extremely sad, not only because of the score, but also because he felt that everything was out of his control.

In this game, they didn't play any tactics. Both on offense and defense, the team performed terrible!

This doesn't look like a successful team at all, and it doesn't look like a team with a top head coach at all!
He felt very guilty, so guilty that he had no time to think about anything else and was so trapped in sadness that he couldn't get out of it.

"Beep!"

In the 76th minute of the game, the substitution card was raised on the sidelines, and Maher, Van Persie and Walcott were all replaced.

It seems that Wenger saw that Deschamps could not stand it anymore and was ready to stop, also to protect the key players.

In the 91st minute of the game, Arteta was still excitedly dribbling forward with the ball. He dribbled past two Marseille players who didn't want to play anymore and kicked the ball into the penalty area.

Arshavin followed up and nailed the ball into the right side of the goal.

Seven to zero!
7UP!

Arteta completed the assist and scored a hat trick!

"Clap, clap, clap" the stunned Arsenal fans applauded. If they continued cheering and celebrating, they were afraid they would not be able to return to England.

Afterwards, an even bigger wave of applause broke out. The only 10,000 or 20,000 Marseille fans remaining at the scene actually applauded Wenger's team, dissecting the identity of Marseille fans.

Pure applause for a strong team led by a Frenchman. They won.

"Papa.!"

The Clement family also had the opportunity to release their emotions. They clapped their hands vigorously and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I've been holding it in for a while!

Thank you to the kind and generous Marseille fans!
On the sidelines, Wenger heard the applause and pretended to cover his eyes by scratching his forehead. He felt a little ashamed and didn't know how to face his good friend Deschamps.

He knew that this was not Marseille's true strength, but the opponent obviously did not take effective measures after losing the ball. Deschamps still had no experience in some aspects, such as how to deal with a collapse situation.

Thinking of this, Wenger shook his head again. Once the team collapsed as a whole, it seemed that no one could turn it around.

We can only learn from the lesson and avoid such situations in the next game.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

The referee then blew three long whistles, and the game ended in silence.

The score was seven to zero.

(End of this chapter)