reborn football boss

Chapter 68 Elimination of Arsenal

When the fourth official held up the stoppage time sign on the sidelines, the Arsenal players didn't even have time to look at the number. The increasingly impatient Arsenal had completely given up everything and devoted themselves to the offense. What they were after was a goal. The ball, an incomparably precious goal.

Of course, for Arsenal, who are aiming to compete for the league championship and break through the Champions League, the League Cup is just an appetizer, not even as important as the FA Cup. Even if they lose, it doesn’t matter, and no one will even be too sad .

But now that the game has progressed to this point, the significance of promotion has become unimportant. The important thing is to score a goal to equalize the score or even win the game. This is about honor, about dignity, and about each of them swaying on the court. sweat.

In the final stoppage time, the Notts County players all huddled in the penalty area to defend, and even used the wall made of flesh to block Arsenal's shot. At this moment, everyone had no extra distractions in their minds. The only thing to do is to defend the last few minutes and win the game.

Ben Foster saved Henry's header, and then Carvalho used his calf to block Parlor's shot in the penalty area. The next moment, it became Ljungberg's volley and hit the goal On Altintop, in a short period of time, Arsenal bombarded the Notts County goal, and the Notts County players also used their last physical strength and will to block Arsenal's attack tenaciously.

Watching from the sidelines, David was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears. Although the game was not heart-stirring, it deeply touched his burning point and tears. This is his team!
The referee frequently looked at his watch. Every player was exhausted. The only thing that supported them in the fight was their desire for victory.

Meireles didn't get up after tackling the ball from Ljungberg's feet out of the touchline, cramping.

"Don't pretend, get up!" The impatient Ljungberg didn't care about that. He thought that Meireles was deliberately lying on the ground to delay time, grabbed Meireles' arm and dragged him to the sidelines.

Alonso quickly ran over and opened Ljungberg's hand, then lifted Meireles' foot to help him press his leg to relieve the pain caused by the cramps.

And Di Natale and Villa have also rushed over, shouting at Ljungberg: "Go away, do you want to be beaten!"

More and more players from both sides rushed over. Although there were no aggressive moves, pushing and shoving each other was still indispensable.

The referee ran over decisively and kept blowing the whistle to separate the crowd. He didn't want any accidents in the final stage of the game.

"Sir, he is just delaying time!" Ljungberg kept complaining in front of the referee, but he still could not escape the penalty of the yellow card. Unspeakable anger.

Wenger was so angry on the sidelines, not only because Notts County was delaying time on the field, but also because his group of unthinking players were still angry with the referee at this time, without looking at how many seconds were left Now, there is time to mess around, hurry up and make an attack, okay?

By the time the two sides really separated and the game could be restarted, stoppage time had already passed.

The Notts County fans in the stands booed everywhere, they didn't care about so many, they only knew that stoppage time had passed, and the referee still hadn't whistled to end the game, so their boos were for the referee on duty.

Arsenal sent a throw-in and a long pass into Notts County's penalty area, but it was safely received by Ben Foster. At this moment, everyone knew that the game was over.

Ben Foster hugged the football, looked at the referee, and found that the referee was still looking at his watch, so he calmly pretended to kick his feet, but he kept calling the names of his own players and instructing them to move. After silently counting to 6, he drove the ball high towards Arsenal's half.

At this time, the referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, two short and one long.

With a sound of "coax", Meadow Lane Stadium turned into a volcano erupting under the sea, raging and violent, and the shouts of the fans seemed to be able to break through the sky.

The Notts County players were all as excited as bulls in heat at the moment the whistle sounded, and ran towards the home team's bench, and the Notts County players on the bench also shook off the towel and rushed into the stadium. On the field, all the players hugged together, shouting wantonly, extremely hysterical, as if only in this way can vent all the emotions in their hearts.

David and Love hugged each other excitedly, talking incoherently. When the victory really comes, who can calm down!
The Arsenal players were very frustrated. It was Notts County, a team that they didn't think much of before the game, but defeated themselves in the game and advanced to the semi-finals of the League Cup. On the field, this kind of strong contrast really made them unacceptable in their hearts.

Arsenal captain Vieira adjusted his mood, began to fulfill the responsibility of the captain, and comforted his teammates. Although the scars in his heart may be serious, but a tough guy like him has never shown it.

David looked at Wenger who was absent-minded on the sidelines, smiled and walked over with Love.

"Mr. Wenger, I'm sorry that this game didn't allow Arsenal to advance as they wished, but I think this is also beneficial to Arsenal, so that you can concentrate on playing in the league!" David proactively stretched out his hand and said with a smile .

This sentence sounds full of sarcasm, but David really didn't intend to taunt Wenger, this is just his true inner thoughts, because he is not very good at comforting people.

Wenger stared at David intently, but only found sincerity in David's expression.

"Notts County's performance is worthy of this victory. I have to admit that you have done a good job of restricting Arsenal. If you can maintain a good momentum of development, I am afraid that we old guys will have a headache in the future!" Shaking his head with a wry smile, Wenger said to the two young men in front of him.

Wenger was born in 49 years. Although he looks young, he is already 52 years old. Even though this age is absolutely young and middle-aged among the head coaches, it is still incomparable with the two young people in front of him.

Love was born in 60 and is more than 10 years younger than Wenger. Even if the two are not the same generation of coaches, it is very suitable. As for David next to Love, he is not even 30 years old. There is no comparison.

David and Loew smiled modestly. Although they wanted to communicate with Wenger more, they could tell from the expressions on each other that Wenger was definitely not in the mood right now. After all, the team lost. This is human nature.

(End of this chapter)