From Professor Bu's steal, to Alves' long pass, to Pedro's cross in the middle.
The entire attack was executed smoothly and the target was clear.
It wasn't until Xiaobai deliberately raised his leg to miss the shooting opportunity to Messi that Barcelona's final blow was marked with a perfect end.
This is a familiar rhythm, a style that only belongs to Barcelona!
Guatu on the sidelines clenched his fists hard.
Even in a slightly smaller stadium like England, his players can still play the offense he usually requires.
This is Barcelona!
A team that treats the entire universe as its home court!
On the pitch, the Gunners all had different expressions, obviously they had not recovered from the opponent's goal.
The players in the frontcourt still had dissatisfaction and anger with the referee on their faces, while the players in the backcourt got up and expressed helplessness and helplessness with their facial features.
Knowing that Barcelona is strong, they are also prepared to be breached by their opponents.
But when the truth does come, which player can accept it easily?
Especially since it was clearly Arsenal's own attack just now.
But in the blink of an eye, his opponent scored a goal.
And looking at Messi's last shot, it actually didn't have any power at all, it was more like a light pass into the gap inside the post.
But this kick left Szczesny beyond his reach.
I really can’t reach it!
Szczesny climbed up, looked at the nearby pillar, and sighed in his heart.
This short ten centimeters is an insurmountable distance for him!
This is the difference!
The professor pinched his waist on the sidelines and looked into the field without saying a word.
He knows in his heart that there is still a long way to go between this team and Barcelona.
But as a coach, he cannot tell the truth.
All he can do is encourage his players again and again.
Let them not give up easily!
The game has just begun.
"Fuck! Does this allow him to score a goal?"
"What a bullshit!"
Lei Yu spat.
Then he stretched out his hand and slapped Van Persie on the back.
"Old Fan, why are you still standing there?"
"There are still more than seventy minutes, you won't just stay stunned like this, will you?"
Hearing this familiar tone and words, Van Persie felt a little enlightened.
He recalled that when he first joined Arsenal, Vieira, Henry, Gilberto Silva and Cesc Fabregas all said similar things to him with this tone and attitude.
Looking at the captain's armband on Lei Yu's arm, Van Persie playfully put two fingers on his temple and waved: "Yes, captain! I'll go back to my position right now!"
In this way, led by Lei Yu, several players in the frontcourt trotted all the way back to their own half and stood in their respective positions.
When the Barcelona players saw this, they didn't celebrate too much. After all, this is their home court.
There is no deep hatred between Barcelona and Arsenal, and even Messi has no reason to hold up his jersey in front of so many Gunners fans after scoring a goal.
Just an away goal.
...
After the referee blew the whistle again, the ball still came to Lei Yu's feet after three passes and two passes.
At this time, Lei Yu still continued his previous tactics and moved his position as far as possible to the side.
Facing the same routine, Harvey reluctantly followed.
Because he knew that when he was 1v1 on the wing, it was almost difficult to prevent Lei Yu's breakthrough.
At most, he just relies on his many years of experience to interfere with the other party.
If Lei Yu's breakthrough was smoother, he wouldn't even be given the chance to follow behind and eat the exhaust fumes.
It's very frustrating to have to guard against such a result even though you know it.
As the core of Barcelona's midfield, such negative emotions will be resolved by a player of Xavi's level before they arise.
But so what?
After all, humans are made of flesh, not cold machines!
If you can accept it once, then I will do it twice, three times, four times... until your emotional processing system has cracks due to a large amount of the same negative emotions.
That's it, including Xiaobai and Fabregas.
Barcelona's three small midfielders were beaten by Lei Yu five or six times on the left and right flanks.
Every time Lei Yu would successfully break through in the 1v1 confrontation, and then be double-teamed and intercepted by two opponents in the frontcourt.
However, Chamberlain and Walcott were already in place at this time, waiting for Lei Yu to push the ball forward along the sideline, and then accelerate and sprint down the bottom.
This tactic has proven successful time and time again.
Even Lei Yu's speed couldn't keep up, let alone Chamberlain and Walcott, who were both "fast".
Often when catching up with the two, the Gunners winger has already adjusted in place to complete the cross.
Every time I see a high-altitude ball, Barcelona's penalty area becomes trembling.
Both the "big and tall" Professor Bu and Puyol, who had a bandage wrapped around his nose, looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, holding Van Persie firmly behind him.
After Barcelona scored, the Gunners' offense gradually became more threatening.
Guatu also understands.
If they can't find a way to limit Arsenal's "serial penetration" on the wing, Barcelona will lose the ball sooner or later.
What method is better to prevent?
Guatu held his chin in thought on the sidelines.
You can't just wait for their wingers to run out of energy!
After much thought, Guatu really planned to do this.
Chamberlain and Walcott tried their best every time they sprinted. With the physical fitness of these two boys, they would be out of breath after running back and forth for a few times.
When they can no longer run, the professor will definitely replace him with the next one.
By then, wouldn’t Arsenal’s wing threat be self-defeating?
Anyway, we have already scored an away goal, so there is no need to push the Gunners too hard at the Emirates Stadium.
Thinking of this, Guatu waved his hand to signal his players to strengthen their defense.
At this moment, a red figure flashed past.
It’s still Lei Yu who pulls the strings!
He just used a perfect fried ball to make the ball roll three or four meters along the sideline, but it didn't go out of bounds.
The linesman on the side followed Lei Yu closely, his eyes widened, but he never raised the flag in his hand.
Such exquisite micro-control is not only a matter of Lei Yu's technique at his feet, but also his ultimate familiarity with this golf course.
"Follow, keep up! Don't let him pass!" Guatu shouted quickly.
Alves was the first to rush over from the penalty area and blocked Lei Yu diagonally.
He turned sideways and moved quickly like a crab.
Without moving forward or backward, the purpose is to wait for teammates to come over and double-team together.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"
Alves thought anxiously in his heart.
In his peripheral vision, Professor Bu, who was double-teaming and filling in, had not yet appeared. On the contrary, Walcott had already begun to sprint out of bounds.
If Walcott had arrived first, wouldn't he be in a dilemma again as he was defending against two?
At this moment, Lei Yu suddenly moved.
Move the ball to the right with the instep of your right foot, and then quickly press down to the right with your entire body.
He seemed to be trying to break through into the court.
Seeing this, Alves sneered in his heart.
Shake me?
Beautiful thought!
Sure enough, at this moment, little tiger Walcott was like a sharp arrow, rushing along the sideline from outside the boundary.
At the same time, Lei Yu's center of gravity on his right side quickly returned to normal, and his right foot also moved the ball back in front of him.
snort!
Don’t you want to hit it straight?
Alves started immediately, anticipating in advance the pace of turning around to follow the little tiger.
But at this moment, the ball that Lei Yu kicked back to the left was blocked by the arch of his left foot just in time.
The ball rolled back to the right again.
What???
Looking at the figure disappearing behind him in his peripheral vision, Alves was stunned.
You won’t upload it this time???
At this moment, ten thousand mud horses are running wildly in the hearts of Barcelona's defenders.
Alves was so angry that he cursed his mother.
If you don't pass the ball as an attacking midfielder, why should you learn to cut inside like a winger?