When the game ended, eerie cheers erupted in the streets of London.
After all, London is not dominated by Arsenal. Who is the King of London has always been the focus of discussion among fans.
On the window sill, Chelsea fans were drinking and lying on the windowsill, watching Tottenham fans walking on the street congratulating Arsenal for using greater suffering to cover up their humiliation of the season.
In the alley, the Hammer Gang and the Millwall gangsters were still fighting fiercely in the alley, as if the things outside had nothing to do with them.
But when scolding each other, they always use the phrase "You Arsenal softie"!
The lethality of this sentence has surpassed that of "you Tottenham Jew" and has become the latest insulting "famous saying".
There was silence in the bar, which belonged only to Arsenal fans.
Everyone lowered their heads and looked at the big screen expressionlessly.
The game was over. The reporters wanted to stop Wenger as he left in a hurry, but they were blocked by the assistant coaches.
The Arsenal players also bowed their heads and remained silent. Except for Robin van Persie and Theo Walcott, who scored the goals, everyone else had their heads lowered and walked into the tunnel without saying a word.
When the staff came to the Arsenal bench to clean up the trash, they found several mineral water bottles that had been stepped on and exploded on the ground, and there were also several heavy fist marks on the seats next to them.
No one knows whose masterpiece this is, but everything shows that someone did go crazy here.
"Let's go."
In the bar, I don't know who took the lead, quietly left the seat, and then left silently.
Afterwards, other fans silently came to the counter to pay, and then silently opened the bar door.
The bar owner smoked silently, not even paying attention.
Lost it!
Such a disparity in the score has left gun fans with no desire to refute.
They don't even bother to waste the energy of going out on the street and cursing people.
Go home, take a hot shower, drink some vodka and forget about it all.
Real fans are not angry, their faces express confusion and helplessness.
In comparison, what does it mean to win two rounds of Champions League qualifying? What does it mean to lose to Liverpool 0-2?
If they could do it over again, they would rather move those few Champions League qualifying goals into this game to make this defeat less ugly.
...
The next morning, the streets of London were full of people announcing the game.
"8-2, the Gunners' biggest defeat in 115 years"
"The Red Devil Bloodbaths the Arsenal"
"Manchester United violently beat young gunners, stubborn Wenger has a crisis of confidence"
"The side effects of Cesc Fabregas' departure are beginning to appear!"
"Arsenal is a hundred years behind Manchester United!"
"One signing per year, where will Professor Arsene Wenger go?"
Gun fans would like to numb themselves with daily life, but rival fans and provocative media are happy to do so and keep poking at their scars.
In the end, a large number of fans blocked the entrance to the Colney training base every day, shouting loudly for Wenger to be dismissed from get out of class.
They put all the blame on the professor.
The silent professor seemed to really agree.
Since Arsenal have earned four consecutive games in recent years, the professor's contract has become a one-year contract.
Everyone has forgotten that it was when Arsenal announced their multi-year contract with the Frenchman that the Gunners truly grew into a Premier League giant that dared to compete with Manchester United.
But now, angry fans are demanding Wenger pay for the defeat.
Angry and humiliated fans hope a coaching change will quell their anger.
This is so frustrating!
How could Arsenal agree?
Although they have also entertained the idea of changing coaches, everyone knows that at the moment, other than Wenger, there is no more suitable person to lead the Gunners out of the shadows.
Wenger and Arsenal still have feelings for each other.
So the next day, the professor still showed up at the Kearney training base with an expressionless face and directed the players to train.
"Boulder, tell Ray to run slower. His task is to connect and pass. The goals will be handed over to Robin and Walcott."
"Boulder, talk to Ray, he's too far ahead."
"Boulder, let Ray pull back a little..."
There is no way, Lei Yu is still angry with Wenger and doesn't want to listen to his orders or even listen to him.
The professor had no choice but to let his teaching assistant act as the microphone.
After the training, Bould took the initiative to stay.
"Lei, do you want to have dinner together?"
Lei Yu glanced at the assistant coach, turned around and picked up his backpack.
"You and that stubborn old man are in the same group."
Hearing Lei Yu's complaints, Boulder was not angry, but smiled and quickly chased after him.
"Lei, I know you are still angry with the coach."
"No, how could I dare to be angry with him? He is a top coach in Europe. How could I, a young player, be so virtuous and capable? How could I dare to be angry with him?"
"Lei, I know you have complaints in your heart, but everything has two sides, you can't just see one side without seeing the other!"
"Dual-faced?" Lei Yu immediately became angry when he heard this word.
"Do you know what the newspaper that was delivered to my door today said? They said that Arsenal players are all soft eggs! Tell me, what is the other side of this matter? Do soft eggs taste better when fried? Or fried into poached eggs?
Does it look better?"
"It's also possible that the hatched chicks are stronger?" Boulder spread his hands and gave an answer that he thought was in line with his semantics.
"Strong? Are you embarrassed to say this word yourself?" Lei Yu was even more contemptuous after hearing this, "Even if it hatches into a chick, it is still a soft-legged chicken that cannot fly!"
"Hahahahaha, maybe the soft-footed chicken's meat will be more tender!"
"You mean, we deserve to be eaten?" Lei Yu stopped, turned around and glared at his assistant, "If so, then I'm sorry, I will never close my eyes and wait to die like you.
.I am an eagle. Sooner or later, I will fly into the blue sky!"
Seeing the unwilling look in Lei Yu's eyes, Boulder smiled slightly, stepped forward and took the initiative to put his arm around Lei Yu's shoulders.
"Lei, Mr. Arsène really saw the right person. You are indeed different from other people of your age!"
"Humph, of course I'm different!" Lei Yu stretched his arms and showed off his biceps.
"No, I'm not talking about body and skills, I'm talking about other aspects, such as spirit." Porto pointed to his temple.
"Lei, I know you are still angry about why Mr. Arsene did not replace you, but you know, Mr. Arsene was also very conflicted at the time."
"Wouldn't it be over if you just put me in? What's there to worry about?"
"No! That's not what he's struggling with!" Boulder suddenly became serious, "He didn't replace you. In fact, he wanted to protect you."
"Protect me? Stop joking, what protection do I need?" Lei Yu sneered.
"You have just been recalled to the first team by Arsenal, you have received such a high salary, and you have also put on Cesc Fabregas' No. 4 jersey. All this is being seen by the fans, don't you know what it means?
"
"Of course I know! I am the team's main midfielder!"
"It's good that you know!" Boulder nodded, "That's why the professor doesn't want to put you on the field and make you cannon fodder. He doesn't want you to have a huge shoulder on your back before you can show your talents on the team.
Psychological burden!"
"Thunder, think about it, did Arsenal still have any hope of winning? Let alone winning, they couldn't even equalize the score!"
After hearing Boulder's question, Lei Yu was still a little stubborn.
"But I am a professional football player. As long as the game is not over, I can't give up!"
"Yes, since you are unwilling to give up, the professor is even more unwilling!" Boulder snapped his fingers.
"But for a head coach, it is often necessary to coordinate the overall situation based on the actual situation."
"It's like this game."
"Manchester United has been playing crazy at home. All our players on the field want to end the game as soon as possible. No one wants to stay on the field for one more point."
"Mr. Arsène obviously found out about this situation, but there was nothing he could do about it."
"What he can do is to ensure that other active forces in the team are not affected and protect them. Only in this way can we withstand the pressure and continue to move forward."
"Actually, didn't you notice?"
"After the game, all the blame and blame were pointed at him alone. Even if someone said that Arsenal's style of play was soft, it was because of the leadership of Mr. Arsene."
"It is obviously the fault of the entire team and the club, but in the end he alone has to bear the responsibility. Do you think this is reasonable?"
After hearing Boulder's explanation, Lei Yu fell silent.
He's not stupid, it's just that no one points it out most of the time.
Over the years, he has seen many players caught up in the storm of public opinion, and few have escaped unscathed.
think about it.
If you, as Arsenal's main player, lead the team to such a bad result at the beginning of the season, how will you play in the next games?
Even if the professor trusts him as always, will the fans still trust him? Will the club still trust him?
Even he himself might doubt himself.
Then the ball will really be impossible to kick!
Now, all the responsibilities are shouldered by the professor, so the players can train with peace of mind.
Isn’t all this the fault of the professor?
Early the next morning, Wenger came to the training ground as usual to direct the team's training tactics.
Before the warm-up, Lei Yu came to the professor alone, coughed slightly and said: "Boss, I'm sorry for my temper with you in the past two days. I blamed you wrongly!"
"Well, I understand, you can return to the team." Wenger remained expressionless.
Seeing that Wenger had no intention of talking more, Lei Yu shrugged, turned around and ran back to the team.
Looking at Lei Yu's back, Wenger's glacial face that had not changed for thousands of years finally showed a smile.