Chapter 153: Frustration at Camp Nou

The heavy rain was drifting, and the rain in Barcelona was very cool. It lightly sprinkled on the body and quickly took away the body temperature.

This is even more true in such a fierce competition.

Many players have already suffered from cramps and injuries. Even Lucai's forehead was covered with a bandage, and blood seeped out from the middle, making it look like a rainbow.

The rain water gives people a stinging sensation.

The scoreboard reads Barcelona 3:1 Arsenal.

The time has also entered the 89th minute, and the game is about to end.

Lucky kept breathing, holding his knees, and through the rain curtain he could see the Barcelona players attacking Arsenal's defense.

Lucky had to run, from left to right, right to left, even when the suspense of the game was basically lost, he still did this.

Never give up until the end!

"Ah~~Arsenal is still fully fighting. Throughout the game, Arsenal is still fighting very tenaciously, but there is a wave of injuries. In the second half, Kai helped Arsenal score a goal. But then Neymar scored a hat-trick!”

Paul Mawson's voice is full of regret and loss.

He cheered up and continued: "After the whole game, Arsenal's performance cannot be said to be bad, but they still lack a lot of things and they need to rectify this. At the same time, Barcelona played very well. After Messi was Under limited circumstances, Neymar successfully led Barcelona to play a wonderful offense. "

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"At the same time, Cazorla, who appeared in the Champions League for the first time this season, failed to perform adequately. Injuries still robbed this talented player of his talent. We can clearly see that Cazorla has already Unable to play like last season, Cazorla left his best self to Arsenal in the 2014-2015 season!”

Time passed little by little.

At the end of injury time, the referee blew the whistle to end the game without hesitation.

"When the full-time whistle sounded, it also meant that Arsenal lost the game and missed the next round of the Champions League semi-finals. The defending Champions League champion will officially leave the Champions League stage!"

"After entering this season, Arsenal's state has been ups and downs, and we also look forward to them making adjustments, but in the end, Arsenal still left the Champions League stage in this way. It is a bit regretful and a bit disappointing, but the troops cannot win. Shame on you!”

"Arsenal fought until the end!"

"Kai will also officially bid farewell to the Champions League stage this season. This is the most helpless thing for us."

"I believe that many fans are looking forward to Kai's future performance just like me. His defense, his passing and his performance have conquered too many people, but Arsenal and Kai still fell to No. 1 Camp Stadium.”

"We congratulate Barcelona for reaching the Champions League semi-finals, and we should also say goodbye to Arsenal properly!"

With the commentator's words, the game came to an end.

Arsenal ultimately failed to advance to the next round of the Champions League, falling to the quarterfinals.

Somewhat regrettable, but not obtrusive.

After all, Arsenal is indeed not in the best condition this season, and they are good enough to perform like this.

It rained heavily.

Arsenal's players sat on the ground one by one, their eyes lost focus, and their faces were full of disappointment.

Especially for a young player like Bellerín, being eliminated is a huge blow.

Lucky shuttled among the players, comforting them one by one.

He was the captain, and although he felt a little regretful and disappointed at this moment, he couldn't show it.

Lucky pulled up the Arsenal players one by one and led them to the away stands where Arsenal fans gathered.

Throughout the game, until the last moment of the game, the fans were still cheering for them.

Lucky stood at the front, his back still straight.

The Arsenal fans in the stands pursed their lips tightly.

Although the elimination was heartbreaking, looking at these self-blaming shooters, they suppressed their inner sadness and applauded one after another.

The applause was sporadic at first, but soon became uniform.

It was also mixed with loud encouragement from the fans:

"Look up!

It’s just a loss of one game. Let’s come back next season!

"

"Great game! You guys have worked hard!

"

"This round of applause goes to you!

"

The expected scolding did not appear, but more of warm encouragement.

This surprised the Arsenal players, but despite their surprise, they felt even more sour inside.

They lived up to the expectations of the fans!

Bellerin was young, so he lowered his head and began to twitch quietly.

He cried like a child, tears streaming down his face.

Also crying was Cazorla.

In the long-awaited Champions League, his performance was too bad.

Cazorla blamed himself for his performance in this game.

It is also sad that my condition has seriously declined after surgery.

The faces of other players could not help but show signs of pain.

Lucky led everyone to bow to the fans, thanked them for their support, and then returned to the locker room.

The locker room was quiet.

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.

The coaches also stood aside, sighing, wanting to encourage and comfort them, but not knowing what to do.

Soon, the door opened.

Wenger walked in after the post-match press conference.

After Wenger opened the door and saw the atmosphere in the locker room, he slowly closed the door and walked into the middle of the crowd.

"Young men, raise your heads!"

Everyone raised their heads.

Wenger smiled and said, "People will always encounter various setbacks and failures in their lives. No one can guarantee that they will always be winners. I dare not say that the experience of failure is valuable, but at least it really encourages you to grow."

"There are many things we need to summarize in this game, but now is obviously not the time!"

"We have experienced many failures together and have won enough honors. I believe that you will still be able to carry more honors in the future. What you need to do now is to take a comfortable hot bath, change into a set of clean clothes, and make your body feel more comfortable. I don't want anyone to catch a cold. Young men, this season is not over yet, we should always win a championship! Right?"

Hearing this, the Arsenal players slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom after a moment of silence.

One after another, their expressions were still full of loss, but they were all adjusting their emotions quickly.

Lucky also got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Wenger called him and pointed to the direction of his forehead.

Lekai touched his forehead and then remembered that his forehead was injured.

"Tsk, it's cut again."

Team doctor Levin treated it.

Lekai's forehead had a small scar diagonally to the right in the game against Manchester United, and this time he got a scar diagonally to the left in the same place.

The two scars folded together, forming an 'x' shape.

"Gently! Gently!"

Lekai grimaced in pain.

When he was treated on the field, all his energy was focused on the game, so he didn't feel much pain.

But now it's different.

After relaxing, the pain made his whole body tremble.

"Get the leather stitching machine!"

When Levin took the leather stitching machine and was about to start working, Lekai was startled.

"Stop, stop, stop! Where's the anesthetic!"

At this time, Arsenal's teammates had also finished washing and looked over curiously.

Levin blinked and said, "Didn't you use anesthesia last time?"

"The situation is different. I was in a hurry to play. Don't give me anesthesia now. Do you really think I'm an iron man?"

Lekai complained dissatisfiedly.

The Arsenal players couldn't help laughing and looked at Lekai with a smile.

Lekai, who has always been tough, was afraid of the leather sewing machine at this time.

"What are you laughing at? Come and try it if you have the guts!"

Lekai turned his head and glared.

Levin said, "There is no anesthesia, and it won't hurt much. Just bear it!"

"I can't bear it!" Lekai refused decisively.

Levin sighed and waved to the front, "Come on, hold down your captain!"

"Who dares?!"

Lekai turned his head in fear.

A pair of big hands had already pressed up, Patles pressed Lekai's shoulders, turned his head and said, "Come on!"

Someone took the lead, and it was Patles, and the Arsenal players immediately took action.

"Captain! I'm sorry!"

"Master! Master!"

"Hold the captain!"

"Someone take a picture. As long as the captain cries, take a picture and post it online!"

A group of onlookers held Lucky tightly.

While Lucky was yelling, Levin began to treat him with a leather stitching machine.

This episode also slightly alleviated the atmosphere of loss in the team.