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Chapter 235: A Valuable Draw

"Uh...Boss, we didn't say we were going to cheat." The assistant coach gestured awkwardly at the side, obviously he was also startled by Wenger.

"Boulder, draft a report for me after the game. Tell the guys at the club that if we want to realize Arsenal's revival, we must have Ray!"

"Okay... Got it!" Boulder nodded repeatedly, then pointed to the sidelines, "Boss, shall we make a substitution?"

After Lei Yu equalized the score, Barcelona had made two consecutive substitutions.

Sanchez replaced Pedro, and Tello replaced Iniesta. It seemed that they were beginning to conserve their strength.

The professor thought for a moment, looked at the few substitution cards at hand, and nodded slowly.

"First replace Rosicky to help share some of the pressure on Ray. After 80 minutes, we will replace Ray based on the situation."

Boulder nodded.

As Wenger's assistant coach, he knows what "it depends" means.

If Barcelona did not launch a large-scale attack at that time, it means that they have recognized the score of this game and will focus more on ball control and defense.

It would be uneconomical to attack rashly at that time.

For the Gunners, maintaining a draw at home is not unacceptable.

After the two sides made consecutive substitutions, Barcelona still controlled the ball.

Even if the away team has slowed down its attack, once Messi starts charging, everyone will be on tenterhooks.

"Messi!!"

"Breakthrough with the ball!"

"Two people in a row..."

"Fortunately, Sagna's defense was in place, otherwise the ball would have been passed by Messi again."

Seeing the Barcelona players preparing to take a corner kick, the Gunners followed suit subconsciously.

Sure enough, Xavi once again took Barcelona's ninth tactical corner kick of the game, controlling the ground to the end.

In the following period, Barcelona only relied on the cooperation of the midfield and the frontcourt to launch three consecutive threatening attacks.

If you count the direct free kicks the Gunners had to give, Szczesny actually performed more often.

The professor was holding his shoulders on the sidelines, waiting anxiously for something.

As time passed, Barcelona continued to attack frequently.

Under the pass-and-control system, it is easy for a team to launch an attack to threaten the opponent's goal.

Don’t forget that Messi is still on the court!

In the 81st minute, seeing Messi always being double-teamed by two or three people, Xavi on the other side started to move.

First, there was a one-two with Cuenca, and then he saw the right moment and passed the ball to Sanchez, who had just replaced him.

At this moment, Arsenal's defensive focus is entirely on Messi. Xavi's kick disrupted the Gunners' entire defensive deployment.

Seeing Sanchez entering the penalty area alone, Szczesny bravely rushed forward.

Facing the Gunners goalkeeper's attack, Sanchez, who had just come on the pitch, tiptoed and chose a lob.

The ball flew over Szczesny's head in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the Barcelona fans in the visiting team's stands went crazy again.

Is the third goal coming?

The fans had their eyes widened, waiting for the moment the ball hit the net.

"Sanchez dribbles the ball..."

"One kick..."

"Rosicki!!!"

Amid Zhan Jun's exclamations, Rosicky, who had just come on the field, ran to the Arsenal goal line with all his strength, jumped up, and blocked the ball in front of the goal with the back of his head.

"Rosicky stopped the ball."

"Koscielny to the rescue!"

"Rosicki has made a great contribution!"

"At this time, I'm afraid only Rosicky has the physical strength to save the ball, and he just happened to appear there."

"Barcelona almost took the lead again."

Sanchez stood there holding his waist, shaking his head helplessly.

Obviously the ball passed Szczesny's level, but it didn't hit the net in the end.

what is this?

A matter of luck?

Or is Arsenal still running out of energy?

The gunmen rushed to the door one after another, rubbing Rosicky's head frantically.

The importance of this ball is even comparable to a goal!

"Lao Luo, okay! If you don't use your head to save me this time, I'm afraid I'll have to run around him a few times!"

Rosicky smiled wryly and rubbed the back of his head, "Lei, I've worked hard for my life! The club just signed a new contract with me, I have to perform, right?"

"Okay, let's continue to perform! Try to defeat Barcelona!"

"ok!"

Lei Yu used force to pull Rosicky up from the ground.

The gunman who escaped the injury became calmer when he faced Barcelona again.

Seeing this, Guatu over there thought about it for a moment, and finally ordered the assistant coach to replace him.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Barcelona took advantage of the dead ball and played the last substitution card.

"Oh? Barcelona has made a substitution!"

"The replacement is Leo Messi."

"In this game, Messi scored twice and scored two goals."

"It's Thiago who's been replaced."

"What does this signal mean?"

"Is Barcelona not planning to attack anymore?"

Just when Zhan Jun was confused, Rosicky kicked the ball out of bounds while fighting for the ball.

This time, Arsenal also raised the substitution card.

"The home team also made substitutions."

"The replacement is Lei Yu!"

"It seems that Arsenal are not planning to attack anymore."

When Lei Yu came off the field, all the gun fans stood up and chanted Lei Yu's name in unison.

That song "Lei Yu's Song" has been sung over and over again by fans.

"Lei Yu is waving to the fans."

"Lei Yu, who also scored two goals today, can be called Arsenal's hero."

Messi, who had just come off the field, had not yet settled down on his butt when he watched Lei Yu also leave the field amidst the cheers of the home team fans.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Lei Yu raised his eyebrows, indicating to the other party how popular he was at the home court.

However, Messi just smiled and raised his right hand and gave Lei Yu a thumbs up.

At Camp Nou, Messi has enjoyed such cheers countless times.

He also knows what such a cry from the fans means.

Lei Yu was stunned. Messi's generosity once again made him a little stunned.

Messi is indeed Messi, completely different from the stars he has been exposed to in the past.

The protagonists of both sides were substituted. Even though the game lasted 3 minutes of added time, neither side scored another goal in the remaining time.

Finally, at the referee's whistle, the two sides shook hands and settled for a draw at 2-2.

"The game is over."

"2-2, Arsenal held on to a draw at home."

"In this game, Lei Yu and Messi scored two goals each. The performance of both sides is obvious to all."

"Judging from the data, Barcelona still has the upper hand."

"This also shows from the side how difficult it was for Lei Yu to catch those two balls."

"Today's game has come to an end. Let us pay attention to the second round of the contest between the two sides in a week."

"At Camp Nou, who will win in the end, let us stay tuned."

"I am the commentator Zhan Jun. The live broadcast of this game ends here. Welcome to watch, thank you."

As soon as Zhan Jun finished speaking, the broadcast camera switched to the far corner.

In the camera, Lei Yu and Messi each wore a small vest and came to each other with their respective jerseys in their hands.

After taking over Messi's No. 10, Lei Yu subconsciously looked at it.

Ah!

Compared to the jersey of Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who is 1.95 meters tall, this guy's jersey is simply children's clothing!


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