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Chapter 165 This is not your job!

"Arsenal wins, 50 pounds."

"Luo Wu scored 3 goals, 10 pounds."

There was a long queue at the spinach shop next to the Emirates Stadium, with fans buying spinach.

Most of them are Arsenal fans.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man bought something else.

"Tottenham win, £100."

"Son Heung-min scored 2 goals, 30 pounds."

I just reported the numbers when another middle-aged man behind me grabbed my shoulder.

"Dude,"

"What did you just say?"

"You actually want to buy Tottenham? Are you crazy?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

The man in front immediately laughed:

"You didn't buy this for me, haha."

"My girlfriend is a Tottenham fan and she asked me to buy it for her."

With this explanation, the guy behind immediately calmed down.

It looks like it is.

"Then she has a lot of money? Don't you want to advise her?"

"If she buys Arsenal, she can still make money."

"Haha, you have to understand that she is a Tottenham fan and is full of crazy confidence in Tottenham." The man explained.

"I'm particularly obsessed with Harry Kane, it's almost..." He frowned at this point.

"What's there to be obsessed with? His head is going bald." It seems that this guy is jealous because his girlfriend has a crush on Harry Kane.

"How long has Harry been married? I can't figure it out." The other one couldn't figure it out either, "Don't worry, she will be disappointed today."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that my wife is also a Tottenham fan and I made a private bet with her."

"What bet? What are you betting on?"

"It's very simple. If Arsenal wins, she will serve me for the next month. And vice versa."

"Haha! Then you must win."

"Well, I hope so..."

"But it seems that it is difficult for our team to gather 11 people? I heard that Xhaka is also injured. He strained his thigh in training yesterday afternoon." The man spread his hands.

Although he is also full of confidence in Arsenal, the reality makes him very worried.

"What are you afraid of? We have Luo Wu. As long as the captain is here, everything is possible."

"Arsenal is invincible."



At the Colney training ground, Emery once again had a troubled face.

Because Xhaka is really injured.

Another general was lost.

Who will fill his spot?

Can't think of it.

The assistant coach was blowing on the side, "You can't hold on,"

"It's the same for everyone,"

"Just find a calm young man, don't take the cards easily and you can't escape."

"433 lineup, just do it."

Juan is an offensive fanatic.

"We will compete with Tottenham for attacking power."

"You're not scared anymore, are you?"

Emery nodded, "They have three stable firepower points."

"They are not Bournemouth."

Harry Kane, Son Heung-min, Alli, and Eriksen are not soft persimmons, they are all famous players, and they are indeed terrible. Bournemouth does not have these people, but if there are two, Arsenal may not be able to win.

His worries are not unfounded.

"Luo Wu may be prevented from dying."

"The defense line is still struggling."

"The ball can't get to them."

Juan was thoughtful.

It seems to make some sense.

If this is locked up, Arsenal will have problems on both ends of the floor.

"Luo Wu will not be targeted to death. We must first establish on this premise."

Emery shook his head.

"But the others died."

"We need more help."

Juan added: "You have to believe that other kids of this generation, Saka and Smith, can play well, even Nketiah."

"If you take ten thousand steps back, so what if you lose? Isn't it just three points?"

Juan is very optimistic.

"But I actually have a crooked idea."

"Wrong idea?" Emery became interested.

"Tell me about it."

Juan has always been his military advisor, and it was he who arranged many techniques and tactics.

"Put Luo Wu in the lower back position."

"Walter?"

"Are you crazy?"

Emery was surprised.

What a bad idea this is, it's really crooked.

It is impossible to imagine the concept of an invincible killer appearing in the midfielder position.

A killer who scores a lot of goals, playing as a defensive midfielder?

Only a fool would do this.

Although Luo Wu often retreats, it is to open up the defense.

I'm really defensive now.

Of course Juan could see Emery's doubts, but he didn't say it randomly, so he gave the answer.

"I just asked him to play as a fake defensive midfielder."

"He can not only attract defensive firepower, but also become the hub for offensive and defensive transitions. If he gets the ball in that position, he can send the ball to the front immediately and directly create murderous opportunities."

"Relatively speaking, it's not easy to keep an eye on him."

"You can even be a free man, and the other party will be hard to guard against."

"Elneny partners with him and is responsible for the sweep. There is another one, I haven't thought about it."

"But we play 4321."

"That's it."

Emery:…

Makes some sense.

But who else is there?

Who can do it?

"Think again. Who else is there?"

"Naini. Let's just look at him. He can't run to death, even though his skills are too rough."

"All the Egyptians and Elneny have to do is protect Luo Wu. Don't do anything else."

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"ha?"

Luo Wu was stunned.

"You want me to play in the midfield?"

He thought he heard wrongly.

Hitting the midfielder for the first time.

This is quite interesting.

"no problem."

"I like this new role."

"You can try it in training."

Emery didn't expect Luo Wu to agree so readily. He thought he would be angry.

"Then Carlos will tell you about your responsibilities first."

What are the responsibilities?

Luo Wu smiled strangely.

Because he heard the system prompt.

[Complete ten fouls in the game against Tottenham, including at least five tackles]

Once you hear it, you know there is a reward.

Although I don’t know what the reward is.

It was quite fun, so Luo Wucai laughed weirdly.

Later on the training ground, this guy wanted to try his hand at tackling.

Anyway, the opponent is also a substitute, so it doesn't matter if he is injured...

Kolasinac was tackled several times in the midfield and was miserable.

Because Luo Wu could hardly tackle, he tackled his teammates' feet several times.

Everyone was stunned.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"Do you really think of yourself as a defensive midfielder?"

"What a shovel."

"Poor Kolasinac."

"You won't be crippled by the captain, it's too pitiful..."

"This level of tackle is even better than our big yellow dog..."

"That's right, how about we go teach him a lesson?"

"At his level, if he gets on the field, he might be sent off in five minutes."

Teammates expressed concern one after another.

Emery was also a little anxious on the sidelines.

"Lo!"

"You don't need to tackle, that's not your job."

"This is not your job!"

Going crazy...

Luo Wu really regarded himself as a defensive midfielder.

"I just want to try it, don't worry."

Luowu laughed and pulled Kolasinac up at the same time, who kept rolling his eyes...


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