In the final minutes of the first half, both sides achieved nothing.
The first half ended with a score of 4:3.
Inside the home team's locker room.
"Lo,"
“Should the location be moved forward?”
In the locker room, Emery and Luo Wu exchanged opinions.
"But I couldn't find a better midfielder."
"Is it better to continue like this?"
Emery himself is not sure.
"I think it's good now, I can play freely. Don't worry, boss, if you lose this game, I will come to see you."
Luo Wu is still as confident as ever.
But football is not played by one person. No matter how good he is, it does not mean that his teammates are also good. Arsenal's defense is simply riddled with holes, and Tottenham's attack is so powerful. How can Luo Wu win?
He is personally strong, at a historical level, but there are ten others!
Of course he knows this, so he tries to motivate his teammates.
Especially a guy as young as him.
"Please, guys."
"We can't lose to them, right? What's so great about those Tottenham guys?"
“Bukayo,”
"Smith,"
"And Nani?"
"Think about it, at the age of eighteen, what else do we have to fear? Isn't it our only option to defeat Tottenham and let them eat shit at the Emirates Stadium? We don't need to worry about this or that."
"We have a Chinese proverb, Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, which means that newly born calves are not afraid of tigers."
"So we're going to keep biting them hard."
"Although many of our main players are not here, it doesn't mean we don't have the strength now, right?"
"But what I want to say is that you are not substitutes. Arsenal does not have permanent substitutes! Anyone standing on the court is the main force!"
"Knock them down and let them taste failure, that's what we're going to do."
"We are the champions of the Premier League!"
Carlos stood next to Emery and said with a smile:
"Unai, those born in 2000 are confident."
"Just leave the game to them, it's good now!"
"I have to admit that those born in the 2000s have begun to take center stage in football, and those born in the 1990s are already getting older."
"Luo is right."
…
At the other end of the away dressing room, Argentinian Pochettino called everyone together.
"We did a great job, but we still weren't good enough."
"We have to stimulate him."
"Keep stimulating him."
"We still didn't do enough in the last fifteen minutes. I hope everyone can do better in the second half. Believe me, as long as we continue to stick to our tactics, the guy will definitely get so angry that he can't control himself."
"I hope we do that at the beginning of the second half."
"As long as he goes down, we will definitely win."
It turns out that Pochettino's tactics are so clumsy and excessive.
"Not only him, but also Smith Rowe and Lichtsteiner. They are all our targets and they all have yellow cards."
In order to win, Pochettino will do whatever it takes.
Of course, this is also within the scope of the rules...
The two sides fought again, and neither side made any substitutions.
Tottenham has no need to change because everyone is performing well, while Arsenal has no one to change.
beep,
The whistle sounded again.
The Arsenal fans sang loudly again. The team has not let them down this season. Even if the team is lagging behind now, they still don't take it seriously.
However, Luo Wu was violated quickly after the opening ceremony.
Kane dropped back from the forward position, then fought for the ball from Luo Wu's feet and kicked him in the left calf.
Luo Wu fell down in response, and Kane hurriedly walked away with his head lowered.
"Kane has a card, so he's not afraid of being expelled by a red card? It's just a small move. But his mood today feels different from usual."
"And is this foul really necessary?" Ferdinand was puzzled.
Taylor gave the answer, "Haven't you seen it yet? The entire Tottenham team is fouling Luo Wu."
"I thought they wanted to anger the Chinese people, but so far, the Chinese people's emotions are still very stable. I'm quite surprised. It stands to reason that his temper is very bad, right?"
"The referee's penalty scale is a bit loose... This is not a good thing for Arsenal."
However, after the kick-off resumed, Luo Wu still took the initiative to ask for the ball. This time, he advanced the ball to the Tottenham team's backcourt, and the Tottenham players did not dare to mess around. Sissoko and Dell met him head-on, but
He didn't dare to take action.
Entering Luo Wu's set kick range, of course he didn't dare to foul.
Luo Wu also grasped this point and played decisively towards Sissoko and Dier, but Eriksson came back and grabbed Luo Wu's collar again, almost lifting Luo Wu up.
Still a foul.
Thirty-five meters away.
"Ouch~~"
"Erickson is a fool!"
"Why do you do this?" Pochettino immediately covered his eyes. He really couldn't say a word in the locker room.
In the middle of your defensive backcourt, don't foul easily!
That's what was missed.
But this point was missed, and the players made this mistake.
There is no problem if the foul occurs on both sides of the court, but in the middle, doesn't this give Luo Wu a chance?
"Tomahawk?"
"Full Moon Scimitar?"
"Or straighten the instep?"
"This is really exciting. I guess Lori standing in front of the door is guessing."
"But the Chinese's current run-up distance is quite long. I guess he wants to volley directly from the instep. From such a long distance, I think it is better to play elevator ball."
Despite the distance, Tottenham did not dare to be careless and sent a human wall of six people.
"He can definitely shoot."
"There is no doubt that as long as he wants to shoot, he will shoot even if he is standing in his own penalty area."
"No one can stop him."
The whistle sounded, and in the camera, Luo Wu rushed towards the ball in front of him.
Stretch your arms and pump your right foot towards the ball!
Bang!
Lori's body sank in front of the goal, his eyes narrowed, and he was instantly ready to pounce on the ball.
The moment the ball left the turf, he was trying to determine the flight path of the ball.
but!
The ball spins instantly in the air!
Off course!
Instead of flying towards the goal, he flew towards the left side of the wall at high speed, and then turned in a strong arc!
Smith Rowe quickly inserted himself behind the wall!
This is a pass!
Not a shot!
The speed was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Smith Rowe rushed over to Tottenham's penalty area and unloaded the ball.
By the time Tottenham's wall was discovered, it was too late. Everyone hurriedly rushed towards Smith Rowe, but Smith Rowe swiped his left foot and the ball rolled to the other side of the penalty area!
Saka also rushed over immediately.
Lori's eyes turned from center to left, then to the right, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as Saka pushed the ball into the lower right corner of the goal.