Football God.

Arsenal panicked, completely!

The loss last season did not bring much psychological fluctuation to Arsenal. The reason is very simple, just because it is the FA Cup, a dispensable cup. Arsenal, which has already won the Champions League ticket, does not value a Cup competition for Europa League qualification.

Even if they lost to Leeds United, no one minded because it was only Leeds United.

Just a Championship team.

But now, in the Premier League, a super league where a single point may determine the title of the champion, they are behind, and there is no hope of getting back at all!

The Gunners players looked at each other, and they all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

They have no retreat, conservative?impossible!

Wenger's subsequent substitutions and adjustments also proved that Arsenal must give it a go!

"The save just now obviously injured Koscielny. There was obvious blood on his arm, but it didn't look serious. After the Leeds United team doctor disinfected him and briefly bandaged him, Koscielny re- Back on the field." Jack Brown said and turned his gaze to the other side following the broadcast signal, "Arsenal has made adjustments. Unlike Leeds United who replaced defenders, they chose to replace them with forwards!"

The youth storm can always blow up in Arsenal. Unlike Manchester United, whose youth academy has no longer produced good players, Wenger can always dig some young monsters and bring them to the Premier League!

Heinrich looked at the two replaced by Wenger, raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Arsenal is going to attack."

Mr. Byron was a little puzzled: "Arsenal's offensive momentum has always been very strong."

"No, it's not the same. Arsenal used to care about their defense, but now they are behind and they don't care about defense anymore. It doesn't make much difference between losing two and losing three. What they want is to score. The ball, at least equalize."

What Heinrich said is true, Arsenal's physical strength is no longer enough for them to continue to take care of it.

At the beginning of the first half, they wanted to destroy Leeds United's formation. This made Arsenal have to do a lot of sprint interception and close defense. The decline in physical fitness caused them to be unable to make many moves. Whether to attack or defend, they had to choose.

In the end, the professor, who had always been prudent, chose to attack, but Heinrich raised his hand and pushed back with a flat expression.

This action is not difficult to understand. Wenger, who was watching from the side, also saw it clearly, and immediately frowned.

When Leeds United scored the first goal, Leeds United was attacking and did not evade at all.

When Leeds United scored the second goal, Leeds United was attacking. Even Wenger felt that they should defend, but Leeds United was still advancing step by step!

As a result, the game time is now nearly 10 minutes. When Arsenal finally made up their minds to attack resolutely, Leeds United retreated.

Back off like this?

The agreed iron-blooded Leeds United will kill or not defend?

This sentence is actually a lot of media's evaluation of Leeds United, whether it is their sweeping of a merciless massacre in the English Championship, or their fierce struggle against Everton after being promoted to the Premier League. , It can be seen that this is a team that uses offense as defense.

They have a hunger for goals and such players are not easy to feed.

But now Heinrich is determined to let the players back to defend?

Are you kidding me!

Heinrich's choice is justified: "If a mature club blindly attacks and doesn't know how to retreat, it will be a nerve knife on the court sooner or later. If it is strong, it will be strong and if it is weak, it will be weak. I don't want this kind of club. What we want is for them to become a top team. A strong player must always know how to retreat."

There's nothing shameful about offense or defense. For a team, they have to learn everything and understand everything.

Heinrich likes to use offensive football to please fans, and also likes to use offense to stimulate the enthusiasm of his own players, but this does not mean that he is the kind of coach who holds offensive football to death!

On the contrary, Heinrich knows how to make adjustments at the right time. Just like now, Arsenal occupy the home court and cannot retreat.

Once Arsenal scored a goal, Leeds United's tone was relieved, and it would be difficult to mention it again.

Byron could understand this kind of reasoning, but Bertram couldn't understand it, let alone the players.

But the lads of the White Army understand one of the simplest truths.

What the boss said is correct!withdraw!

The tide was pressing on the offensive and it was receding like the ebbing tide. Koscielny even stuck directly behind Van Persie, with his chest pressed against his back, making the Dutch extremely anxious.

"Diego, on the right! Jack, on the left! Caspar, stand where you are and don't come out casually!" Makelele's role was clearly revealed at this moment, he clearly conveyed Heinrich's exhortation to him just now, loudly Shouting the names of teammates, making arrangements one by one, without any omissions.

This kind of interception made Arsenal's offense impossible to organize. At a glance, there were Leeds United players wearing black away jerseys inside and outside the penalty area today. How can this be played? !

Wenger knew that Heinrich was purely playing with the bus and iron barrels. Even though he knew in his heart that this was actually the best choice for Leeds United, Wenger still felt annoyed.

Did his eyes look at the timer on the big screen at the scene, watching the time slip by little by little, the current Arsenal is purely racing against time!

The closer the game is to the end, the more anxious the players are. Once Leeds United has the ball, they will take it to the sideline with experience. Even if they occasionally have the opportunity to attack the opponent's half, they will not shoot rashly. Stroll around, wait until Arsenal come up to grab the ball and knock it back, it will take time to ask for a penalty kick or a corner kick.

These are actually the methods allowed by the rules to procrastinate the time, so there is nothing Arsenal can do about it!

The game soon came to stoppage time, and Arsenal, who had been blocked and tempered, finally ushered in a chance at the last moment!

Fabregas made a pass in seconds, and the new Eduardo kicked across the field, and the ball flew high into the penalty area!

But the ball was not touched by anyone. Schmeichel took off on the spot and hit the ball hard. Unfortunately, it fell to the feet of Van Persie. Czerny flew over and blocked it eye-catchingly!

Van Persie did not give up, and headed the ball again, but this time it was directly confiscated by Schmeichel!

Three shots, three misses, this is almost the epitome of Arsenal's game.

The Leeds United fans, who were holding on to their scarves tightly and watching the field for fear of the team losing the ball, also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and they looked at the big screen.

Time is running out.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game without allowing the ball to be kicked out again! Leeds United scored a goal in the first half and Alan Smith and Griezmann respectively. The score defeated the Premier League giants Arsenal in an away game, winning three consecutive league victories! The miracle of the newly promoted is still going on, who would have thought before the game? The amazing Leeds United, the amazing Heinrich!"

When the final whistle blew, the players of Leeds United embraced and celebrated each other, but they were not overly excited. They were all players who had won the championship. No matter how strong the opponent was, this was just a league victory, nothing more.

There is not much real despair in Arsenal. Even though they were tossed by the Blancos during the game, they were all tempered, but the league has just started after all, and everything has a chance.

The players exchanged pleasantries and jerseys, and Heinrich strode to the Arsenal bench.

Different from the politeness towards other coaches, Wenger and Heinrich seemed very sincere when they shook hands, and there was more emotion in their smiles: "You always amaze me, Adrian, I think I want to thank you before the game. Still underestimated.”

"What evaluation?" Heinrich looked at him.

Wenger did not hide it: "Your team should be treated as a strong team, there is no doubt about it."

This answer is very popular. The two chatted very happily. After all, they have a good personal relationship. There were no vicious incidents in this match. Everything was a game on the competitive level, so naturally everything was peaceful.

But what Wenger didn't know was that in Milan, Italy, someone raised his chin and sent two text messages.

'Congratulations to Leeds United for the victory, Leeds United deserved it. '

Exactly the same, sent to different people.

Mourinho, who does not have a personal Twitter, still maintains this simple, direct and private contact method. The two coaches responded differently when they returned to the locker room and saw the text message.

Wenger directly kicked the drinking bottle angrily, and the always elegant French coach became very angry at this moment, and hated to think that a certain Portuguese would add a play to himself, and he couldn't stop going to Italy!

Heinrich smiled helplessly again, feeling deeply powerless.

He congratulated Heinrich on his victory in a high-profile manner, and quietly teased Wenger. Heinrich was sure that this person must have gone to Wenger to show off.

I really don't know if they have a good relationship or not.

On the pitch, the players were not in a hurry to leave. Leeds United was going to thank the fans, and Arsenal had to go around the pitch to apologize and thank the fans for their support and efforts.

And before they parted ways to return to the tunnel, Schmeichel felt himself being held back.

The Leeds United goalkeeper, holding a water bottle and a towel in his hand, turned his head suspiciously, and saw the handsome Dutchman looking straight at him.

"Van Persie?" Schmeichel looked at Van Persie in surprise, but immediately he took a step back subconsciously.

It is said that the Dutchman has a bad temper. Didn't he come to fight with him?

Didn't he stage a hat-trick of "blocking Van Persie" saves? He wouldn't be able to...

Van Persie was not as narrow-minded as Schmeichel thought. He looked at Schmeichel, looked up and down for a while, and said, "There is something I have always wanted to ask you."

Schmeichel blinked: "You ask."

Van Persie glanced at him again before saying, "When you were saving a penalty kick, what was the note you read?"

When Schmeichel heard him ask this, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

A bit proud, a bit guilty, but more of an ambiguous smile.

Van Persie thought he wasn't going to tell himself, because he was curious, and he didn't want to force others to tell it. If it was really a secret in the team, it would be inconvenient for Van Persie to know, so forget it.

But Schmeichel stretched out his hand to Van Persie: "Can you pick it up for me?"

…a young kid asking me to remove his gloves?

Unaware that he was just 26 years old, Van Persie glanced at Schmeichel, got a harmless smile, took a deep breath, undid the Velcro for him, and put the thick goalkeeper The gloves were taken off and stuffed into Schmeichel's arms.

Schmeichel has a seemingly innocent smile on his face, and has a handsome but somewhat honest appearance. No matter what expression Schmeichel has, it makes people feel very sincere. This may be regarded as a talent of the Danish goalkeeper .

He reached into the shin pad with his gloved hand, pulled out a note from there, and handed it directly to Van Persie.

The Dutchman hesitated at this moment: "If it involves the secrets of your club, don't show it to me."

"It's okay, just now I saw a few cameras facing me, everyone will know what's on it tomorrow morning, it doesn't matter if I show it to you earlier." The smile on Schmeichel's face was still very sincere, golden Hair shimmers in the sun.

Speaking of this step, Van Persie did not refuse, took the note and opened it.

This piece of paper is not big, it looks like it was torn directly from the book, and there are uneven edges beside it, but because of this, it has the style of a small German note.

Van Persie opened it and saw the reverse side. He turned the paper over and thought he would see an analysis about himself, but there were only a few lines and names on it.

These names are all players in the Leeds United team. In other words, this piece of paper is actually... a position conversion map in the Leeds United team?

Wait a minute, didn't he turn over the paper desperately before the penalty kick, what did he look at if it had nothing to do with the penalty kick?

Van Persie's handsome face was a little dazed, while Schmeichel pulled the paper over with a sincere and innocent smile, and quickly said: "I wish you all the best in the future, Van Persie." Then he turned to catch up Overwhelmed his teammates and ran into the player channel.

A few seconds later, Van Persie suddenly glared at the tunnel where Schmeichel was no longer there, but soon he laughed, which made Rosicky who followed him feel panicked.

"Hey, Robin, what's the matter with you?" Rosicky patted Van Persie on the back worriedly, wondering if the blow to Van Persie was too big for the kid to be stupid?

Van Persie gritted his teeth with a smile and squeezed out a sentence: "I was tricked."

"……what?"

Rosicky couldn't understand, but Van Persie didn't explain, just narrowed his eyes and said: "Caspar Schmeichel, the next time we meet, wait and see!"

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# Note, nothing to do with the text

Van Persie looked Schmeichel up and down for a while: "There is something I have always wanted to ask you."

Schmeichel: "Loved."

Van Persie: "...Huh?"

(It has nothing to do with the text, I just wanted to write like this naturally when I wrote it, there is no cure...I hit my head against the wall...)