Chapter 12 A Bunch of Cowards

Wenger folded his arms across his chest and watched quietly on the sidelines.

His brows furrowed. This game was not to observe the main team, but the substitute team.

The main targets of observation were Arteta and Gervinho.

Needless to say, Arteta's performance was excellent. It can be said that the substitute team frequently launched attacks and stabilized the midfield, and Arteta's contribution was great.

On the other hand, Gervinho's performance was somewhat unsatisfactory.

Wenger hoped that Gervinho would become a flying winger.

He even felt that Gervinho had a speed comparable to Bale on the wing.

However, Gervinho's performance in this training match was not very good.

At this time, it was the main team's offensive moment.

After completing the steal, the main team began to advance quickly.

The main team's advancement speed was very fast, and they seemed to be eager to pass the ball in the midfield.

This was indeed the case!

After Arsenal lost Fabregas, they have been using this tactic, with the midfielder quickly passing the ball to keep the danger away from the midfield and backcourt, while using the fast passing and cutting in the frontcourt to advance the penalty area to score a goal.

And it is still the same now.

After Rosicky passed the ball to Arshavin, Arshavin turned around and wanted to pass the ball to Van Persie who was retreating to complete the transition.

Both of them were ready.

But when Arshavin passed the ball, there was a roadblock in the middle.

In Arshavin's vision, a yellow vest suddenly rushed out in the form of a tackle, hooked the ball with his toes, stood up while sliding, dribbled the ball two steps forward, stabilized his body, and then quickly passed the ball to Arteta.

At this moment, everyone, including Arshavin, was stunned.

They had to admit that this interception was simply too beautiful!

The standard sliding tackle interception posture, coupled with the destruction of the passing center, instantly brought the main team's attack to a halt!

And all this came from Lekai? !

"It's this guy again!"

Since the last warm-up match, this guy has ruined his plans three times in a row.

But then again, how did this guy know the direction of his pass?

Wenger on the sidelines was also stunned for a moment, and then he turned around and asked; "Did anyone notice how he ran there?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone looked confused.

Their job is to pay attention to Arteta and Gervinho, not Lucky.

Who knows how this guy appeared there.

Lucky's interception caught the main team off guard, and for the substitute team, Arteta quickly launched a counterattack after receiving the ball.

Arteta's sense of smell told him that this was a good opportunity!

Continuous decisive and smooth passing and cutting began!

At that time, Lucky did not run forward, but ran to Arteta's position to make up for the defense.

He has a clear understanding of himself.

Now he can't adapt to Arsenal's fast passing and cutting. Running up will cause trouble. It's better to stay and make up for the defense.

Sure enough, this attack failed again.

The ball had already entered the penalty area, but Chamberlain was too hesitant and was blocked by the opponent before he could even shoot.

He kicked the ball out.

The ball flew towards the midfield.

Due to the forward movement of Arteta and Bayonne, the manpower here was vacant.

Walcott judged the landing point and ran over.

The ball was getting closer and closer to him.

But just as he was about to stop the ball, a whistling sound suddenly appeared beside his ear.

The next second, the yellow vest appeared again.

This guy rushed out directly from the left, jumped high, his lumbar spine was like a bow, and he headed back, directly destroying the ball in the air and pushing it to the sidelines, buying time for the substitute team to retreat.

Click!

Lekai landed with both feet, his chest kept rising and falling and panting.

These two defenses exhausted him!

At this time, the stadium was silent.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Lekai in amazement.

Two consecutive defenses.

One interception, one destruction!

It is a textbook standard.

The most important thing is how can this guy be everywhere?

Even Alexander Song on the opposite side slapped his head and muttered: "What the hell!"

As a defensive midfielder, he knew how difficult it was to achieve the same level as Lucky.

Unless there was a luck factor, he felt that he could not do such a clean and neat continuous defense.

It must be said that Lucky's two defenses directly stunned all the main players and substitutes.

Even the coaching staff on the sidelines looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I saw it!"

The coaches turned their heads in unison.

Physical coach Tony Colbert shouted: "He did not participate in the attack, but took the initiative to defend Arteta's position!"

Nonsense!

The coaches rolled their eyes.

After Lucky's first defense, they began to pay attention to him subconsciously.

Lucky's running position was in full view.

"He knows there is an open space, or in other words, he knows that if the substitute team's attack is unsuccessful, then Artate's position will become a defensive open space, so he prepares there in advance!" Tony Colbert said without blinking; "He has a natural sensitivity to open spaces."

He then scratched his head and said; "He also has the talent to judge the landing point and the ball path"

After speaking, Tony Colbert looked at Wenger.

Wenger also pursed his lips tightly and said; "Defensive core!"

Beep! !

In the middle of the field, Patrice, who was the referee, blew his whistle and then let out a soft hey.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the coaching staff, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

He knows very well what kind of deterrence this guy can unleash by placing Lucky at the defensive hub of the midfielder.

The most important thing is that this is not all of him!

Just wait to be stunned!

"Well done!"

Arteta ran back and patted Lucky on the shoulder.

If it weren't for Lucky's defense, based on the offensive capabilities of the main team, they would have conceded the goal.

Lucky smiled, hammered Arteta's chest with his fist, and said, "Just run forward, I'll be behind you!"

Hearing this, Arteta was stunned for a moment, and then showed a bright smile.

It couldn't be better to have a defensive midfielder partner who can reassure him.

Lucky's two defenses caused the substitute team's midfielder to gradually suppress the main team.

Arteta and Lucky.

One for offense and one for defense!

The two of them cooperated very well.

With Lucky's performance, he gradually began to receive passes.

He knows that this is a sign that his teammates have begun to have some changes in him and give him trust.

As for his teammates' passes, Lucai is cautious.

He knows that his ball-holding ability is not very good, so he barely sticks to the ball and chooses to touch the ball and pass it out. At best, he is overdoing it.

The main target of his passing is Arteta. After all, he is the core of the organization. If you don't pass it to him, pass it to someone else!

And once Arteta cannot be found, he will also choose Bayonne.

Anyway, one of these two people is always close to him.

In this case, Lucai played well and fully integrated into the substitute team.

On the other hand, Chamberlain's performance was terrible.

Less than 20 minutes into the training match, Chamberlain was sweating profusely.

The pressure exerted by the main team and dissatisfaction with his performance made him extremely anxious.

He was running with his mouth open, feeling the rapid loss of physical energy, but he was becoming more and more anxious.

As a good friend, Lucky has gradually begun to gain the trust of his teammates, and has even vaguely become a key hub in the defense.

And he accomplished nothing.

He needs to perform, he needs to score goals!

run!

Keep running!

As long as you are still running, you will definitely have a chance!

Chamberlain is like a bull in the frontcourt, constantly impacting the frontcourt. Wherever the ball is passed, he will run there.

This guy is completely out of formation and tactics

Especially after the main team scored goals in continuous attacks, this emotion became even more serious.

I am a center forward and I want to score goals!

Must score!

Be sure to show something!

He felt that the whole world was so quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying.

The sound of passing the ball was all heard, and no one spoke or shouted.

He seemed to be isolated.

Please!

Give me some voice!

Wenger was also frowning on the sidelines.

Something is wrong with the atmosphere.

Everyone is just playing football and they refuse to communicate.

This sentiment mainly flows from the main team and is now affecting the substitute team.

He looked at Van Persie with a hint of hope in his eyes.

You are the captain, you need to stand up and make your voice heard!

But not Van Persie!

At this time, Van Persie was also swallowed up by this silence.

Wenger looked at Arteta again.

I found Arteta to be very quiet too.

He was a little helpless. Arteta is a quiet player. He rarely yells on the court, which is one of his characteristics.

But Arsenal needs a voice at this time!

Get rid of this annoying silence!

Van Persie!

Song!

Arteta!

Vermaelen!

Szczesny!

Rosicky!

Anyone can!

Stand up and shout out!

but no one

Wenger raised his head slightly, the sun was a bit dazzling.

Bathed in the scorching sunshine, the entire training ground seemed to be cast in a haze.

Chamberlain fell.

He failed to catch Arteta's pass.

He lay on the lawn, clenching his fists tightly.

If he could, he wanted to lie down like this forever, he didn't want to continue!

He played so badly!

Silence! Quiet!

Everyone just looked at him coldly, and no one helped Chamberlain.

Arsenal at this moment is like a cold cave dwelling, making people feel chilled all over.

Chamberlain buried his head in the lawn like an ostrich hiding from reality.

No one will help me!

Just let me stay like this.

I don’t want to continue anymore!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion on the ground!

"You are an idiot!! -"

Explosive roars filled the entire training ground.

Like spring thunder, it broke this deathly silence.

But it was this roar that seemed to sweep away the heavy burden on his shoulders.

Everyone heard the news and left.

They saw a young man wearing a yellow vest near the middle circle, roaring with a ferocious face; "Idiot! Idiot! Do you think you are playing a game or doing something else? No one knows what you are going to do. Do you think your eyes can speak? God I gave you a mouth to communicate, not to lie down and chew the grass! Stand up!"

Lucky's voice is very high in decibels and very loud.

Especially in the quiet stadium, it is even more shocking.

For a while, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Chamberlain lying on the ground and being hit to death, Lucky became even more angry.

Damn it!

"I say it again! Stand up!! Don't make me beat you!!"

Hearing this, Chamberlain's body trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something bad, and he started to stand up aggrievedly.

The entire facial features were twisted together, and the mouth was trembling.

Good guy! This is the time to cry!

"Hold it back!!"

Lucky roared again.

suck!

Chamberlain didn't dare to shed tears!

"Can you shout?!" Lucai roared!

Chamberlain whispered; "Yes!"

"The voice was too low, I didn't hear it, can you?!" Lucai roared again, his voice rising a little higher.

Chamberlain's face turned red, and he was filled with shame and anger. He raised his voice and said with a hint of crying, "Yes!!!"

Lucky then turned around, spat, and cursed angrily, "Jingte motherfucker is causing trouble for me!"

After saying that, he noticed that the scene was quiet.

Everyone was looking at themselves blankly.

Even Van Persie and others had a strange look in their eyes.

In response, Lucky turned to Arteta and said, "Is there a problem?"

Arteta also came to his senses and raised his eyebrows: "No problem! You did a good job!"

Lucky turned around and muttered something in Chinese: "A bunch of cowards!"