Wenger glanced at Patreth, and he understood what his assistant meant.

Arsenal's midfield today is Petrov and Fabregas acting as midfielders.

Petrov is both offensive and defensive, but, to count it, the Bulgarians' defensive ability can only be said to be average.

Fabregas is not the type who is good at defense.

Therefore, these two midfielders of Arsenal do not actually have very strong defensive abilities and are easily broken through.

Wenger thought Patreth was worried about this.

"We encountered Villa a few times before, and the midfielder tried to build a defensive barrier, but the final result was still unsatisfactory," Wenger explained.

Les opened his mouth and said nothing. He thought to himself, it was not that it was not that it was unsatisfactory, but that it was beaten up.

"So, I didn't think of defending this game today," Wenger said. "Petrov and Fabregas are able to organize the offense. Our goal today is to score a goal by Aston Villado."

Les thought about it for a while and finally forced himself to agree with the professor's words made sense:

If you can't defend yourself, you can't help but score goals. What else can you do if you don't try hard to score?

Then, Les hesitated for a moment and said, "Arsena, I wasn't going to say this just now."

Then what do you mean?

Wenger looked at this assistant.

"I just think it's not great." Les gritted his teeth and continued, he was so nervous that he didn't say it.

"Look, when we met Villa last season, Ronaldo's performance in previous games was average and was questioned." Rice blinked, "and in our game, Ronaldo broke out, and Beckham broke out too."

"Then, our match against Aston Villa this season, before the game, Shevchenko also performed in moderation and was questioned."

"With our game, the Ukrainians broke out, and like Ronaldo, they played a hat trick."

Wenger's face had become very bad. He stared at Les. What are you going to say?!

"Look, Suarez has not scored in the previous few games and has also been criticized." Rice looked at Wenger's eyes, swallowed, and continued to say firmly, "So, I'm worried..."

You're worried!

Wenger glared at Patreth, "Part, don't be superstitious."

"Oh." Patreth shut up. He didn't argue. He just didn't vomit and felt uncomfortable. Now, after saying it, he was no longer uncomfortable.

As for whether Wenger will feel uncomfortable, then he... has no choice.

Although he criticized Rice for not being superstitious, after Pat Les said this, Wenger glanced at Suarez on the field, but his heart was full of excitement: It wouldn't be that evil.

...

The game has been seven or eight minutes since the game started, and the field is very intense.

First, Suarez tackled Petrov in the battle and was verbally warned by the referee.

Sendros made Petrov profit in another fight, and then Sendros didn't even look at the former captain, and turned around and left.

Petrov was invaded continuously and became furious.

Then, the first yellow card of the game appeared.

Petrov followed and "no thoughts" and knocked down Desler in the midfield and received a yellow card.

Three minutes later, Kyle Walker avenged Deisler, retaliated against Petrov and received a yellow card.

Then, Fabregas pushed Barack down in revenge and was given a yellow card by the referee.

In a blink of an eye, Clement brought down Fabregas, avenged Barack, and received a yellow card.

Less than twenty minutes into the game, both sides each had two yellow cards, a total of four yellow cards.

"You're going to have too many cards." Sebasus was worried.

Fang Jue shook his head, not to be shocked. It’s all the way to the finals, and there is no cumulative yellow cards suspension. It’s okay.

Moreover, Fang Jue saw it very clearly that Wenger did not go to Alexander Song and Diaby, but instead arranged two midfielders, Petrov and Fabregas.

It seems that both of them have both offense and defense, but in fact, the midfield defense ability is very weak.

Fang Jue took the most direct method: to set the pace.

Aston Villa's players are very active, and they all go for Fabregas and Petrov.

Now, in just over twenty minutes, these two people have a yellow gem card.

Arsenal, who already has average defensive ability, now has yellow cards on both backs.

The two of them calmed down and understood: they were fooled.

However, it was too late. The two guys with cards were not full-time defensive players, and now they are even more timid in defense.

In this way, Wenger's unique double-organized midfielder was killed by Fang Juekakak.

And at this moment, Aston Villa's offensive suddenly increased.

Well, let me give a brief explanation so that the audience can't understand it. This is the head coach's fighting, and it's internal strength. I've been fighting for several times inadvertently, and it's so exciting.

...

The 29th minute of the game.

Aston Villa advances in the middle.

Barack and the retreating Desler made a wall-to-wave cooperation and dribbled the ball and stepped forward.

Fabregas came up to intercept.

When he approached Barak and was about to pull it, he hesitated to think that he had a card on him.

If he fouls against Barak, the foul is certain, it depends on how the referee judges are punishing. The referee may just be verbal warning, but he may also pay the cards.

Although the possibility of the referee paying the cards is relatively small, Fabregas dare not gamble.

With such hesitation, Barack had escaped Fabregas' entanglement and dribbled the ball close to the 30-meter area from the goal.

This has reached Barack's range.

Seeing that Fabregas had "let go" Barack, Vermullen was so angry that he wanted to scold people, so he had to meet them by himself.

Barack swung his right foot.

Vermullen was shocked, and Barack's powerful long shot was quite threatening.

Vermallen had no choice, and he fell to the ground and shoveled towards the ball, while raising his leg, hoping to block Barack's long shot as much as possible.

However, Barack's shot was fake. He hit the ball with his right foot and avoided the flying tackle blocking Vermullen.

Seeing that Vermalen was easily detained, Sarnia hurried up to make up for defense.

Barak was not in a hurry to pass the ball, and he passed the ball halfway through Sania.

Ronaldo got the ball.

Koscheerney immediately posted it on to defend.

Ronaldo pushed the arch and the football was passed to Gareth Bale, and he turned around and ran into the penalty area.

Koscheerney quickly turned around and chased, while Crish also defended Ronaldo from the side.

Bale swung his left foot and prepared to shoot a long shot.

At this moment, he caught sight of Suarez who had sneaked back from the goal, and there was no defensive player within two meters beside the Uruguayan.

Bale immediately changed his mind, he dunked the football, tricked Petrov, who came to defend, and then passed the football out.

"Danger!"

“Suarez is empty!”

On the sidelines, after Patres said that, he kept wondering in his heart. Wenger, who had been paying attention to Suarez, stood up from his seat and said, "Make up!"

The professor shouted at the top of his throat.

Suarez received the ball without defense, and he made a move to stop the ball.

But he let the football pass, then turned around, just adjust his body position, then took a step forward, and directly pulled out an arc with his right foot.

The football bypassed Koscheerny who rushed up to intercept him, and also bypassed Amunia who flew to save, and swept into the net with a whoosh.

Wenger was so anxious that he jumped up, staring at the arc that swirled into the net, and was angry and anxious, covering his face with both hands. Professor Ruyi was also so angry that he cursed in his heart: Fuck!

He turned his head and glared at Patreth again.

The latter blinked innocently.

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