Volume 1 Chapter 12 A Group of Cowards

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

His brows furrowed. This game was not about observing the main team, but the substitute team.

The main targets of observation are Arteta and Gervinho.

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

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

Wenger wants Gervinho to be a wide flyer.

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

However, Gervinho's performance in this training match cannot be said to be very good.

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

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

The main team advanced very quickly, as if they were eager to pass the ball in the midfield.

This is true!

When Arsenal lost Fabregas, they began to adopt this tactic, quickly passing the ball from the midfield to keep the danger away from the midfield and backcourt, while using quick passes and cuts in the frontcourt to advance into the penalty area and score goals.

And this is the situation now.

When 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, an obstacle appeared in the middle.

In Arshavin's field of vision, a player in a yellow vest suddenly made a tackle, hooked the ball with his toes, stood up while sliding, took two steps forward to dribble the ball, stabilized his body, and then quickly passed the ball to Arteta.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

They had to admit that the interception was incredibly beautiful!

The standard sliding tackle interception posture, coupled with the destruction of the passing center, brought the main team's attack to an abrupt halt in an instant!

And all of this originated from... Lucky?!

"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 does this guy know where to pass the ball?

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

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked confused.

Their job is to focus on Arteta and Gervinho, not Lukay.

God knows how this guy appeared there.

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

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

Continuous, decisive and smooth passing and cutting began!

At that time, Luka did not run forward, but ran to Arteta's position to provide defensive support.

He has a clear understanding of himself.

Now he is still unable to adapt to Arsenal's quick passing and cutting. Running up will only cause trouble. It would be better for him to stay and provide defense.

As expected, the attack failed again.

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

Bigfoot drove out.

The ball flew towards midfield.

Due to Arteta and Bayonne's forward movement, the manpower here is 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 in his ears.

The next second, the yellow vests appeared again.

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

Snap!

Lucky's feet landed on the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped.

These two times of defense exhausted him!

At this moment, the stadium was silent.

Everyone turned around and looked at Lucky in astonishment.

Two consecutive defenses.

One interception, one destruction!

It is a textbook standard.

The most important thing is why is this guy everywhere?

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

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

Unless there was luck involved, he felt that he could not make such clean and neat continuous defense.

It has to be said that Lucky's two defensive moves directly stunned all the main players and substitutes.

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

"I saw!"

The coaches all turned their heads.

Fitness coach Tony Colbert shouted: "Instead of participating in the attack, he took the initiative to defend Arteta's position!"

nonsense!

The coaches rolled their eyes.

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

Lucky's movement was in full view.

"He knows there is an open space there. 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, "There are also talents such as judging the landing point and the path of the ball..."

After saying this, Tony Colbert looked at Wenger.

Wenger also pursed his lips tightly and said, "The core of defense!"

Beep!!

On the field, the referee, Patrice, blew the whistle and then gave a light "Hey".

He turned and looked in the direction of the coaching staff, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

He was well aware of the deterrent power that could be unleashed by placing Lekai at the defensive hub of the midfielder.

The most important thing is that this is not all he has!

Just wait till you’re dumbfounded!

“Well done!”

Arteta ran back and patted Luka on the shoulder.

If it weren't for Lucky's defense, based on the main team's offensive ability, they would have lost the ball.

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

Hearing this, Arteta was stunned for a moment, then he smiled brightly.

It's simply wonderful to have a defensive midfielder partner that he can trust.

Lekai's two defensive plays caused the substitute team's midfield to gradually suppress the main team.

Arteta and Lukay.

One attacks, the other defends!

The two of them cooperated very well.

And with the performance of Lekai, they gradually started to receive passes.

He knew that this was a sign that his teammates had begun to change their views on him and were beginning to trust him.

As for his teammates' passes, Lekai is cautious.

He knew that his ball-holding ability was not very good, therefore, he hardly ever stuck to the ball, choosing to pass it with one touch, which was at best an over-pass.

His main target for passing the ball is Arteta, after all, he is the core of the organization. If not him, who else should he pass the ball to!

And if Arteta can't be found, he will choose Bayonne.

Anyway, one of these two people is always nearby.

In this situation, Lekai played very well and was completely integrated into the substitute team.

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

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

The pressure from the main team and the dissatisfaction with his own performance made him extremely anxious.

He ran with his mouth open, feeling his energy quickly draining away, but he became more and more anxious.

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

But he achieved nothing.

He needs to perform, he needs to score goals!

run!

Keep running!

As long as you keep running, there will always be a chance!

Chamberlain kept charging in the frontcourt like a bull, running wherever the ball was passed.

This guy is completely out of formation and tactics...

This emotion becomes even more serious especially after the main team scores goals in consecutive attacks .

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

Must score a goal!

You must show something!

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

All I could hear were the sounds of the ball being passed. No one was talking, no one was shouting.

I feel like I'm isolated.

Please!

Give some sound!

Wenger also frowned on the sidelines .

The atmosphere is not right.

Everyone was just playing football and they refused 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 Van Persie didn't!

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

Wenger turned his gaze to Arteta again.

I found that Arteta was also very quiet.

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

But Arsenal needs voice at this time!

Get rid of this annoying silence!

Van Persie!

Song!

Arteta!

Vermaelen!

Szczesny!

Rosicky!

Anyone can!

Stand up and shout it out!

But... no one...

Wenger raised his head slightly; the sunlight was a little dazzling.

Bathed in the scorching sun, the entire training ground seemed to be shrouded in a haze.

Chamberlain fell.

He failed to connect with Arteta's pass.

He lay on the grass with his fists clenched tightly.

If possible, he wanted to lie down like this forever, he didn't want to go on any longer!

He kicked...terribly!

Silence! Quiet!

Everyone just looked on coldly and no one went to help Chamberlain.

At this moment, Arsenal was like a cold cave, making people feel cold all over.

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

No one will help me!

Just let me stay like this.

I don’t want to continue!

Suddenly, a loud thunder exploded out of nowhere!

"You are an idiot!——"

The explosive roar filled the entire training ground.

It was like a spring thunder that broke the deathly silence.

But it was this roar that seemed to lift the burden off my shoulders.

Everyone looked over when they heard the sound.

They saw a young man in a yellow vest near the center circle, roaring with a ferocious face; "Idiot! Idiot! Do you think you are playing games or doing something else? No one knows you are doing. Do you think your eyes can speak? God gave you a mouth to communicate, not to lie on the ground and chew grass! Stand up! -"

The sound of Lucky is very high in decibel and very loud.

Especially in a quiet stadium, it exudes a sense of intimidation.

For a moment, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Chamberlain lying on the ground and killed, Lucky became even more angry.

Damn it!

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

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

His facial features were twisted together and his mouth was trembling.

Oh my god! This is going to make me cry!

"Hold it back!!"

Lucky roared again.

suck!