Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 282 The Premier League's Iron Elbow King's Counterattack! He Destroys Atletico Madrid's Entire Defense! Redefining the Impossible!
When Qin Ming and his teammates returned to the locker room, everyone had a smile on their face, just like in the first leg of last season.

"Atletico Madrid didn't seem to put much pressure on us today!"

"Cazorla said, crossing his legs."

"Indeed, compared to the first encounter, the intensity of pressing and counter-attacks is weaker."

Monreal, the other member of the migrant worker group, nodded.

"Is it possible that we've become stronger?"

Qin Ming said slowly.

"That's inevitable! How could we, N'Goro, and Virgil, not become stronger after we've come here!"

Morata showed off his biceps.

But he wasn't particularly strong either, and Sanchez easily defeated him with a single touch. The Chilean star said, "Actually, we've made a lot of progress. Like before that goal, our continuous passing and movement in the attacking third was something we probably would have lost halfway through last season."

Pop, pop, pop!

“Alexis is right.”

Wenger clapped his hands lightly, and when the players looked at him, he said, "We played a perfect first half and executed the pre-match tactics perfectly. Although I didn't expect this goal, I think it should be the result of our efforts."

"Let's talk about the adjustments in the second half. Based on what we know about Atletico Madrid, they will change their attacking style."

"Torres, under Simeone's arrangement, is an important piece in the defense, and is often used to focus on marking the opponent's midfield core."

"However, our core strength lies on the flanks, so we don't need to worry too much about that."

"Then the most important person to watch out for is Griezmann. He is not a traditional target man, and his running ability and dribbling skills are also better than his teammates."

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Wenger's calm and unassuming manner soothed the Gunners' excitement.

It's true that football requires passion.

However, remaining calm is equally essential.

In the away team's locker room, Simeone, of course, was giving the players a pep talk.

Bang! Hiss!
He kicked over the tactical board with force, and tore up a poster he'd gotten from who-knows-where. The poster, now torn in two, lay quietly on the ground.

Oblak looked down.

That's the back view of Arsenal's red and white jerseys.

The left side is 1, and the right side is 0.

"Do you remember what you said before the game?!"

"We kept him from touching the ball the whole game, and what happened? They started playing possession football right in front of our penalty area, right under your noses!"

Simone loosened his black and white tie, spat to the side, walked up to Gabi and stared at him. "His worth is ten times yours! Later, go prove that money can't buy testicles!"

Then he went back to the center and glared at the Atletico Madrid players.

"Finally, this is war! Either die kneeling here, or go over there and kill them!"

"Don't let me see that happen again!"

There are a few crazy coaches in the football world, but no matter how you rank them, Simeone would be in the top three.

How severe was his insanity?
Mourinho commented that his speech was like a textbook on criminal psychology and that UEFA should be wrong and the police should investigate him.

Atletico Madrid players experienced an adrenaline rush during this series of maneuvers.

However, some of the veteran players have become somewhat numb.

That's how it is with motivational injections; they're very effective in the first few years, but after a while, you'll get tired of them.

"Also, that Arsenal number 10 isn't God, he's just an ordinary person who's afraid of your flying tackles!"

Simone banged on the cabinet again.

Qin Ming, who was next door, was leaning against the wall, listening to the "cracking" noises coming from next door, which sounded like someone was causing trouble.

"Pat, have the stadium manager check it out later. Don't be shy about paying out the money if necessary."

Qin Ming made a joke.

Who knew Pat Rice would take it seriously? "That Simeone often smashes things. He's broken a lot of team chairs, tables, buckets, etc. We have to make them leave some money at the Emirates Stadium!"

"Damn it, I can already guess what he's going to say, he's definitely calling us cowards!"

Morata put on a fierce expression, "Watch how I take them down in the second half!"

"Forward! Gunmen!"

Qin Ming raised his right hand and shouted.

He's seen plenty of crazy players, so he's not afraid of them at all.

court.

To put it more bluntly, it's both your own graveyard and your opponent's graveyard.

Let's see who's more ruthless!

The sound of the door opening was followed by a wave of heat, and Qin Ming couldn't help but take several deep breaths.

Then, ignoring the murderous glares from the Atletico Madrid players, he strode out.

Behind him, the Arsenal players filed out, each with their heads held high and chests out.

It was impressive.

Beep! ! !
The piercing whistle sounded like a bugle call, and the two sides instantly converged and charged.

Without any testing, the intensity was immediately maximized.

In the 2014 Champions League final, Godin scored a goal in the first half, but the whole team was severely exhausted.

The result was after halftime.

According to Opta statistics, Atletico Madrid's pressing intensity surged by 200% in the first 15 minutes of the second half.

Today was no less impressive.

Bang! Under this intensity, Cazorla has a hard time maintaining control of the ball.

"Saul intercepts the ball and passes it to Koke on the wing!"

"Atletico Madrid's €60 million winger, if Simeone is the godfather of this iron-willed team, then Gabi is the true core of the team's attack and defense and the midfield brain!"

"Then he is the true glue and future pillar of the Bed Sheet Army!"

The Atlético Madrid fans in the away stands watched intently.

Jorge Resuréclos Melodio, Koke, unlike his long name, his technical characteristics are straightforward and efficient.

Sanchez, who had to defend, transformed into a center.

Snapped!
He passed the ball to Saul.

At Atlético Madrid, there's no such thing as holding onto the ball too long or too short; their goal is to advance the ball as quickly as possible.

Courtside.

Simeone pointed at the Arsenal goal and roared wildly, seemingly injecting new energy into the players.

Wenger's eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The most annoying thing about playing against a team like Atletico Madrid is that you can never beat them.

But unwavering fighting spirit can create miracles.

Faced with the onslaught of Kante and Coquelin, Atletico Madrid opted to have Torres drop back.

The wolves relentlessly tore at the Gunners' defense, and Torres found an opportunity to receive the ball. Even though he was no longer young, his explosive power in the first three steps still left Kanté unable to keep up.

Wenger's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.

There was no way around it; when Torres played for Liverpool, he often had to take on their defense one-on-one.

Moreover, Manchester United, Chelsea, and others were also victims.

on the field.

Griezmann, who was originally on the wing, cut diagonally behind Mertesacker.

He wanted to take advantage of Mertesacker's slow turning speed, but Van Dijk made timely defensive adjustments, allowing Griezmann to receive a through ball from Torres and then pass it to the right wing instead of shooting.

Carrasco is there.

This player often uses his individual ability to break the deadlock when Atletico Madrid is in a stalemate.

After receiving the ball, he feinted, tricking Monreal into turning, and then charged towards the byline.

Snapped!
Without hesitation, he swept the ball across the box, sending it into the six-yard box.

It's not about finding Griezmann.

Torres suddenly appeared, sliding in to tackle the ball before Cech could reach it.

"The goal went in!"

"Atletico Madrid regained possession through high-pressing, and with the help of multiple players, they equalized the score!"

"They seem to be telling the world: This match is not an Arsenal show, it's a battle for Champions League group standings!"

"Veteran Torres scores in the 53rd minute!"

Wow! The Atletico Madrid fans in the away stands, their faces flushed, raised their hands and cheered hysterically.

What they love is Atlético Madrid's never-give-up spirit.

Simeone placing his hands in front of his groin is an insulting gesture in Argentina, implying that his opponent has no testicles.

That's how you play!

He saw the image he wanted, but it wasn't enough.

Be tougher, be even more aggressive.

He wants to prove that his football philosophy is correct!

"Their resilience is indeed very strong."

Wenger, sitting next to him, pursed his dry lips, then looked at the green field and said softly, "But we're not bad either."

On the pitch, Torres ignited the fans' passion with a fist pump, while Griezmann made a shushing gesture.

A deafening chorus of boos erupted instantly at the Emirates Stadium.

How could Arsenal fans tolerate their opponents running rampant at home?
Griezmann chuckled and lowered his hand, then placed it next to his ear, as if asking: "The sound is so soft?"

He was just trying to provoke Arsenal fans.

Because this is a slap in the face to the Arsenal players, who let them fail to defend their goal and concede a goal?

In the distance, Qin Ming looked at Griezmann's arrogant face and really wanted to go up and punch him hard.

"Their stamina won't last until the end of the match. Once we realize their stamina is declining, it will be our turn to launch a full-scale attack."

Qin Ming said to his teammates.

Morale gained through physical exertion is difficult to sustain.

Moreover, this is still a Champions League group stage match. No matter how passionate Atletico Madrid players are, it can only last for 15 minutes at most.

"But we don't need to wait 60 minutes, we'll push through in a bit!"

Qin Ming recalled the professor's advice.

Avoid its sharp edge?

If Atletico Madrid really gets control of the tempo, they'll constantly disrupt their attacks.

Then it's quite possible that Atletico Madrid will take a point away from us.

Since that's the case, there's no need to back down; just charge forward with all your might.

"If we can score one goal, we can score a second!"

Qin Ming's words were spoken with absolute certainty.

The kind of person who is the core of a team determines the kind of team it is.

Qin Ming brought Arsenal not beauty.

Because it already existed.

Qin Ming brings a sharp edge.

“Our sweeping needs to be faster. They organize by dropping their center back, so we don’t have to focus on the center, but we must cut off the passing lanes between the center and the frontcourt.”

Kanté's English still had an accent.

But Kirkland understood, and he nodded vigorously, saying, "Then move the back line forward a bit. They like to make diagonal runs behind the defense, so create an offside line for them."

"it is good!"

Van Dijk stared at Griezmann in the distance.

Soon, everyone finished discussing tactics, returned to their positions, and prepared to kick off.

Beep! ! !
"Atletico Madrid's pressing intensity hasn't decreased!"

"It seems they're not satisfied with a draw and want to take all three points away from here!"

"The game seems to have reverted to what it was like in the first 15 minutes. Arsenal are pressing forward relentlessly with their passing and movement, and Qin Ming is receiving the ball on the wing!"

As Qin Ming walked in, he came face to face with Gabi.

Reverse cow tail!
He has now developed almost all his skills to the pinnacle of the football world.

Traditionally, the cow's tail is cut from the outside in, but he cuts it from the inside in.

Gabi was caught off guard and actually gave up the space.

pat!

However, as Atlético Madrid's biggest villain, he averages 2.8 fouls per game and received 10 yellow cards last season, second only to Ramos.

He stepped to the side, blocking the referee's view.

pat!

A sharp pain shot through Qin Ming's ankle, and just as he was about to sprint, he lost his momentum and fell forward.

Oh shit!

His first thought wasn't whether he was injured.

Instead, they want to take down Gabi!

He pushed himself up and grabbed Gabby by the collar, yelling, "You fucking want to start a war?!"

"Dude, it's just football, what did I do?"

Gabi spread his hands, revealing an innocent expression.

Qin Ming smiled coldly and remained silent. When he saw the referee running over, he immediately let go of Qin Ming's hand.

He knew Gabi had some data.

There are 4.3 instances per game of non-foul actions that provoke opponents.

This includes pulling jerseys, stepping on ankles, verbal provocation, and so on.

Many Atletico Madrid players treat this as a passive skill.

Simeone also incorporates these elements into his training plans.

"This kind of action doesn't warrant a yellow card?! Are you kidding me?"

Seeing that Mazignac hadn't drawn his card, the usually refined professor, contrary to his usual demeanor, roared furiously at the fourth official.

"Please return to your original position!"

The fourth official reminded him.

"Don't get sent to the stands again, there's still a lot of time left in the game!"

Pat Rice quickly pulled Wenger back.

The on-site command in this kind of competition places high demands on the coach; it's not like in a game where you can just follow a formula.

Moreover, Simeone might be just waiting for Wenger to be sent to the stands.

"Hoohoo!"

Wenger loosened his tie and gasped for breath. Seeing that Qin Ming was still on the field and hadn't signaled for the team doctor to come on, he felt a little relieved.

But he still couldn't hide his anger.

"Don't just watch your teammates get hurt!" he shouted at the Arsenal players.

Meanwhile, the Arsenal players are busy.

They rushed toward Gabi, Saul shoved Cazorla aside, Sanchez grabbed Kirk by the collar, and Van Dijk charged into the crowd to protect his teammates.

Beep, beep, beep!

The referee blew his whistle more than ten times before finally bringing the situation under control.

"Gentlemen, let's avoid similar conflicts. Control your emotions and don't overstep the rules!"

Maziniac warned everyone.

Qin Ming pulled away his teammates who wanted to argue, as he disliked verbal disputes.

He is an activist.

The game restarted, and Arsenal had a free kick in the attacking third but did not attempt a direct shot.

The strategy remains to control the ball and penetrate forward through passing and control.

They would occasionally change tactics, attacking from both flanks and creating chaos in Atletico Madrid's penalty area.

The time has now reached 65 minutes.

Qin Ming gestured to his teammates that the Atletico Madrid players' physical condition had clearly declined.

Increase the transmission frequency.

"Cazorla was dispossessed by Saul!"

"Savage cleared the ball with a long kick, but it went high and not far!"

"Let's see who can get the first landing spot?"

Zhan Jun was completely absorbed.

He saw the football fall towards Qin Ming and Gabi.

The two of them jumped up at the same time.

Qin Ming felt Gabi twist his left lower back hard.

what is this?
Without hesitation, he used his stronger physique to take the lead and jump first.

When you jump to the highest point, your arms will naturally spread out.

His right elbow slashed like a battle axe, with a dull thud as his elbow bone struck something.

Qin Ming didn't even know where it hit.

But the wailing behind him caused him to slip and fall after landing, and when he looked back...

Oh.

It turns out that the elbow bone hit Gabby's eyebrow bone.

He said so.

What is so hard?

Unfortunately, his own elbow was even harder.

Gabby's left eye was bleeding profusely, which looked horrifying.

"You're fucking killing someone!"

Godin rushed over and grabbed Qin Ming by the collar, trying to lift him up.

"Dude, it's just football, don't get too excited."

Qin Ming slapped Godin's hand away, sneered, and said, "Besides, I jumped higher than him, and my arms were naturally outstretched. He crashed into me!"

Godin tried to do something, but Morata shoved him away.

"Didn't you hear? Qin jumped up while looking at the ball. How would he know what was behind him?"

Morata, like a loyal bodyguard, asked, "You think you can be entirely at fault if you get rear-ended?"

The players from both sides were still pushing and shoving each other.

"This is attempted murder!"

Simone roared at the fourth official, spitting all over his face.

"Please return to the command area!"

The fourth official wiped his face in disgust.

"This action must be a red card, and there must be further punishment!" Simone roared, barely containing his anger.

"It couldn't have been a red card."

Wenger smiled and said, "Natural contact in high-intensity confrontations, without any obvious exertion, indicates an unintentional malicious action."

There have been similar examples before: Terry elbowed Diaby, causing him to bleed profusely, but he didn't receive a card; Ramos elbowed Messi, but only got a yellow card.

Pat Rice is still worried.

But when he saw the referee reach into his pocket and show a yellow card, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I don't understand!"

Atletico Madrid captain Torres pointed to the sidelines and questioned Gabi, who was getting stitches.

"Unintentional malicious act!"

Mazignac's answer was exactly the same as Wenger's.

Qin Ming glanced at the gleaming yellow card and clapped his hands loudly at his teammates, "The game isn't over yet!"

He led a group of people back to his own half of the field.

"Hush! Hush! Hush!"

"He's a better actor than any NBA player!"

"If you're injured, get out of here!"

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Arsenal fans won't pity Gabi. Last season, someone used multiple angles to analyze how dirty Atletico Madrid's defense really was.

The two-legged match between Arsenal and Atletico Madrid was even used as a template.

He stomped on ankles, pulled jerseys, verbally provoked people, pinched people, and did all sorts of evil things.

"Still dare to go back on the field? Give him another hit, make him bleed from both sides!"

The die-hard fans in the North Stand roared in anger.

Inside the broadcast room.

"Gabi returned to the court after receiving emergency treatment!"

"The 1-1 scoreline is like a taut bowstring; you never know when it will snap!"

"Both sides are really going all out!"

Both teams' players had a burning desire for victory in their eyes.

Bang! Bellerin was facing his national team teammate when Koke's dangerous tackle nearly gave Koke a tattoo on the spot.

Yellow card.

Shortly after.

When Sanchez crossed the ball into the penalty area, Morata tried to get a header, but Godin choked him.

The latter's movements are stealthy and swift.

The referee couldn't see it clearly at all, and Morata could only suffer in silence.

The 74th minute of the game.

Qin Ming cut inside after getting past Carrasco, and faced off against Gabi, who was wrapped in bandages.

The ball is a little too big.

There wasn't enough time to change direction.

Then go straight for the feet!

Bang! The two clashed head-on, neither giving an inch, and the collision ended with Qin Ming standing and Gabi lying on the ground.

"Welcome to the Emirates Stadium."

Qin Ming leaned down, sweat trickling down his cold, stern face, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Princess."

He will also verbally mock.

Gabbin's face, covered in blood and sweat, was grotesque.

He forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Again!"

"Then you wait."

Qin Ming nodded readily in agreement.

On the sidelines, Simeone's eyebrows twitched wildly as he pointed at Gaitan on the bench and said, "Warm up!"

He now understood Wenger's words to some extent.

They can defend against an elegant player, but it's much harder to defend against a madman who wants to prove that elegance is more deadly than savagery.

Who exactly said Qin Ming is easygoing on the field?
"The fourth official raised the sign, Gabi was replaced by Gaitan, and he seemed a little unhappy!"

"But Simeone's status at Atletico Madrid is too high!"

"Why is the camera focused on Qin? He's smiling so happily, like a victor!"

"You say he's cruel? If he lets his opponents hurt him, does that make him a kind player?"

"No, that's an idiot, a stupid fool!"

Paul Dutton doesn't think Qin Ming's behavior was problematic.

Gabi stopped in the players' tunnel. He knew what Simeone meant: his physical condition had deteriorated significantly, and coupled with his injury, he would definitely be used as a weak point.

But he just wouldn't accept it.

"You'll see in the next match!"

Gabby felt pain in his brow bone.

On the pitch, Gaitan's performance after coming on was mediocre. He transferred from Benfica to Atletico Madrid for a transfer fee of 3000 million euros.

There are more reasons why he was not given a prominent role at Atletico Madrid.

The main reason is that under Simeone's system, which emphasizes pressing and containment over passing and penetration, it is necessary to maintain the running output of two to three players in the frontcourt to build a complete formation, and to entrust more of the task of organization to the midfield, and to make the left flank, where Carrasco and Felipe are located, a strong side for fast counter-attacks.

Gaitan is accustomed to operating on the right wing, and his on-the-ball skills after cutting inside are stronger than his willingness to stretch and cover when off the ball, and his running ability is not particularly good.

But he defended very hard.

After several offensive and defensive transitions, Qin Ming figured out Gaitan's level.

"Attack from the flanks towards the flanks!"

He made a gesture and strode forward.

Monreal played a one-two with Kanté, passed the ball to Qin Ming on the sideline, and then made a forward run to draw Juanfran away.

But Juan Fran wasn't fooled.

Together with Carrasco, he lunged fiercely at Qin Ming.

There is a chance to pass the ball.
Several thoughts flashed through Qin Ming's mind, and suddenly he saw a better option.

The defensive coordination wasn't good enough!

Snap! Just as Carrasco stretched out his foot, he hooked the ball back.

They then prevented the two from closing in.

Cut directly in the middle.

"A brilliant escape!"

"But it doesn't seem to work!"

"Juanfran was marking him closely, and Gaitan was also covering for him!"

Arsenal fans were on tenterhooks, while Atletico Madrid fans chanted, "Tackle him to death!"

Under the spotlight.

Qin Ming caught a glimpse of Morata out of the corner of his eye.

It has to be sent.

"Don't let go!" Saul shouted immediately.

Juan-Fran naturally knew this, and sure enough, Morata turned his back to Godin and passed the ball to Qin Ming's running path.

boom!
Qin Ming's core was taut like steel, and despite Juanfran's interference, he charged towards the penalty area at full speed.

Before him stood Savage and Felipe.

Neither of them were easy to deal with.

With no teammates around, Qin Ming could only keep his head down and continue leading the team.

"Don't let him continue!"

Juan-Fran, who was left behind by Qin Ming, exclaimed in alarm.

Upon hearing this, Savage immediately stepped forward, without waiting for Felipe to close the door.

He was afraid that Qin Ming would suddenly shoot.

But in that instant, Qin Ming's feet flew, and he touched the ball twice in a row.

Savage was stunned by the swaying before he could even see clearly.

"What the hell!"

In his panic, he reached out to commit a foul, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the edge of the penalty area.

Retract immediately as if electrocuted.

"Qin!"

Paul Dutton only had time to call out Qin Ming's name.

In his view, Arsenal's number 10 on the green field seemed to be dancing the graceful samba.

They broke through Atletico Madrid's entire defense in an extremely short time!

Seeing Oblak rushing towards them, Felipe and Godin closed the door.

"Damn it!" Qin Ming gritted his teeth, tensed his thigh muscles, and shot the ball toward the goal first.

boom!
A deep, muffled sound rang out.

The low, ground-hugging shot with the outside of his foot seemed to be cast by magic, passing between Godin and Felipe, grazing Oblak's toes and nestling into the goal.

2-1! ! !

The Emirates Stadium fell into a brief silence, then erupted in a frenzy like a volcanic eruption.

"Yeah!!!" The roar of 50,000 people seemed to pierce through the clouds.

Inside the interpretation room.

"Qin gets the ball in midfield! He's cutting towards the middle and combining with Alvaro!"

"My God! Look what he's doing! Pulling the ball back and changing direction, then nutmegging Savic!"

"Final blow!"

"succeed!"

He redefined the impossible!

Paul Dutton yelled so hard that he experienced oxygen deprivation in his brain, and even saw black dots in his vision.

But this still couldn't express his feelings.

Arsenal fans were the same; after the violent clashes broke out, Atletico Madrid played very aggressively.

They thought the game was over.

But Qin Ming used unreasonable methods to forcefully break through Atletico Madrid's multi-layered defense.

That's their genius.

It always brings surprises.

Courtside.

Simone's plastic water bottle was crushed, the wrinkles on its surface mirroring his mood.

It's hard to describe.

His trousers were soaked with water, making him look quite disheveled. Simone swung his arm around, grabbing a bottle to vent his frustration.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"We've been fucking robbed! The robbers were wearing UEFA badges!"

"That elbowing move shouldn't have been a red card?!"

“Go! Go! Go!”

Simone roared furiously at the grass.

On the field, Qin Ming imitated Griezmann, facing the away stands, with his index finger held upright in front of his mouth.

His expression was laced with sarcasm.

It seems like they're trying to shut up Atletico Madrid fans, but actually they're trying to shut up Atletico Madrid players.

Atletico Madrid fans did not retaliate.

They were still reeling from that goal. How could their well-organized defense have been breached?

They were puzzled.

"He seems even stronger than last season."

Someone said something, and the other Atletico Madrid fans fell silent.

"King! King! King!"

Arsenal fans were anything but silent; they were excitedly gesturing and dancing.

Qin Ming raised his hands to embrace the cheers that were his.

"Cool!"

He then pumped his fist and hugged Morata, who was running over. "That was a beautiful pass!"

"That's what I came to Arsenal to do!"

Morata pounded his chest with a loud thud.

"Well done, Qin!"

Cazorla was stunned; he felt that Qin Ming's performance changed when facing Atlético Madrid.

It was like a small universe had been unleashed.

“It’s a bit like Neymar’s goal!” Sanchez recalled.

"They do look quite alike. If the Puskás Prize could be won repeatedly, it would probably be Qin's again this year."

Kirkland sighed.

Arsenal players celebrated with joy, while Atletico Madrid players looked dejected.

Carrasco, Gaitan, Juanfran, and several others stood in place, their backs slightly bent.

Conceding such a goal is a huge blow to morale.

"How can we let him finish this?"

Oblak covered his face with his hands.

He never expected that they, known for their defense, would have their entire defensive line taken down by one person.

It wasn't exactly a one-on-one fight.

Morata set up the ball.

"I should have fouled him earlier and stopped him from leaving."

Juan-Fran took the initiative to assume responsibility.

"There's still time in the game."

Torres had barely finished speaking when he saw a sign on the sidelines announcing his substitution by Partey.

After handing the captain's armband to Godin, he said emphatically to his teammates, "Don't give up, keep going!"

Griezmann's jealousy burned like wildfire.

He considers himself better than Qin Ming, but he didn't score today, while Qin Ming scored two.

This made him feel ashamed and even more annoyed.

"He should have been ejected for that foul!"

Griezmann could only vent his frustrations in this way.

"Keep shoveling him later!" Godin said viciously.

Just as Atletico Madrid rekindled their fighting spirit, the referee, wearing a headset, quickly ran to the sidelines.

Swish!
A red card was shown to Simeone.

"Sir, please leave immediately!"

There was absolutely no room for negotiation in Marciniac's tone.

Simeone's chest heaved violently as he spoke a few words to his assistant coach before heading to the stands.

"Watching Simeone break down is more fun than watching Netflix; you can never guess how interesting the next episode will be!"

Pat Rice next door covered his mouth and chuckled.

Wenger couldn't help but laugh; his usual tough-guy image had turned into that of a volatile madman.

It's really quite interesting.

"There are about 13 minutes left in the game, so we can prepare to make substitutions."

Wenger looked toward the bench and had Gibbs, Gustavo, Elneny, and others warm up.

In the 79th minute of the second half...

Gibbs replaced Monreal, Gustavo replaced Kanté, and Elneny replaced Coquelin.

This allows the physically exhausted defensive midfielders to regain their strength.

Atletico Madrid also used their last substitution, with Gameiro replacing Carrasco.

We still need to attack.

However, Atletico Madrid's physical condition has severely declined, and their morale has also plummeted.

They couldn't even get past Arsenal's attacking third.

Arsenal regained possession and began to control the ball, while Atletico Madrid lacked the energy to press high up the pitch!

Time flies!

"Arsenal suddenly sped up, Sanchez broke through on the wing and passed the ball far to Qin Ming!"

"A low-angle shot!"

"What a pity! Oblak's reaction was incredibly quick, preventing Arsenal from extending their lead!"

Zhan Jun said regretfully.

Amid the cheers at the Emirates Stadium, Arsenal, while maintaining possession, frequently changed their tactics.

This made Atletico Madrid players feel like they were walking a tightrope, never daring to relax for a moment.

But they were also at their limit, and they were all holding on and not giving up.

Injury time.

Morata, on the edge of the penalty area, shoved Godin aside and turned around.

The shot, delivered with both feet in the wrong direction, struck Savic.

Thud! The football bounced towards the left side of the goal, and Oblak dove to the right.

Juan Fran makes a crucial save on the goal line!

"He saved Atletico Madrid's reputation by preventing Savic from scoring an own goal!"

The camera panned to the stands, where Simeone appeared quite calm. Had he already guessed the outcome of the match?

"But he seems unconvinced?!"

"Beep-beep-beep!"

"The referee has blown the final whistle!"

"Since Simeone isn't satisfied, then let's meet again in the rematch. I hope you'll still be so tough at the Calderon Stadium!"

Paul Dutton's trash talk never stops.

(End of this chapter)