The ball shot out quickly, but unfortunately, Henry passed the ball too fast. When the old Bergkamp received the ball, he had already reached the right side of the goal. The shooting angle was very narrow, and finally the crotch ball hit the goalkeeper.

Barbosa's right leg popped out of the baseline.

Arsenal corner kick.

Seeing that his own defense was instantly penetrated by Arsenal's counterattack, Manuel no longer hesitated and immediately took advantage of Arsenal's defensive wall to call forward Ferran to his side.

"Next we will play defensive counterattack! Tell others that even if Arsenal does not attack, they will still defend first. There are still five games left in the group stage, so don't worry!"

"I understand, boss."

Felan nodded solemnly, but his face was solemn, but he felt a little relaxed in his heart. They did have a high ball possession rate for nearly thirty minutes just now, but the ball could not be sent to the frontcourt at all. As the team's strongest scorer, he

Haven't touched the ball in thirty minutes!

While there was still a moment of formation in the human wall, Ferran refused to enter the wall, and Manuel continued to explain the tactical arrangements to him. The two of them were very involved, but they did not notice that there were more than 20,000 Villares in the audience.

Under the gaze of the Yal fans, a big head wearing an Arsenal warm-up vest suddenly came up behind the two of them.

"Wowo!!! What do you want to do!"

"Oh! That French guy is eavesdropping!!!"

"We can't let him succeed!"

Many empty bottles fell down at once, and Giroud was hit directly on the head by Pepsi. He shrank his neck in fright. When he raised his head again, Manuel and Ferran were already glaring at him.

"Hey, I'm passing by."

"Referee!!! Referee!!!"

Manuel became angry and went directly to the referee to protest. Villarreal players on the bench also rushed out in an instant. Seeing the opponent's menacing attack, Giroud immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet.

There was a sudden commotion on the sidelines. Seeing Giroud being chased and scolded by a group of Villarreal players, Chen Mo, who was defending behind midfield, was a little confused, while the commentary box looked a little happy.

"Hahaha, eavesdropping tactics, this little guy really figured it out. It's Giroud, right?"

"Yes, Olivier Giroud, the 18-year-old French high center forward who joined Arsenal this summer for a very low price of just over 10,000 euros. He has appeared as a substitute three times in the previous five rounds of the Premier League, but has never scored a goal or a goal.

He made an assist, and was later transferred to the second-tier team to get a feel for it. I guess Mr. Wenger added him to the squad today, and it was the Champions League match again, so he was a little impatient."

"Maybe, eh, it seems that the referee is still very merciful and did not show the poor little guy a yellow card, just a verbal warning. Okay, the sideline episode is over here, let's take a look at Arsenal

How to take a penalty kick this time, eh? Chen Mo didn't go into the wall, he went to the center circle to defend against counterattacks."

"Yes, he is 1.86 meters tall, but heading the ball is not his strong point. The person who took his place in the wall was Campbell, a central defender who was 1.88 meters tall and excellent at heading the ball. Well, I can only say that Chen Mo is versatile. Indeed.

It gives Mr. Wenger a lot more tactical options."

"Indeed, okay, Pires is ready to take the corner kick."

The commentary was chattering, but Chen Mo didn't pay attention. He just watched Pires running at the corner, and at the same time, he used the corner of his eye to pay attention to Phelan beside him, and diagonally in front, Essien was marking Riquelme.

"Dong——"

Soon, with a muffled sound, Pires took a corner kick. In Chen Mo's eyes, the ball flashed a rainbow and was hoisted towards Villarreal's right goal post. Vieira and Campbell jumped high, but they

No headers!

The ball was directly confiscated by the attacking goalkeeper Barbosa. The next second, Barbosa didn't hesitate at all and directly kicked Riquelme in the midfield!

"Don't even try to get the ball!"

Essien tensed his back muscles to hold Riquelme tightly behind him, staring at the flying ball with wide eyes. But in the next moment, the power behind him disappeared, his center of gravity became unstable, and Essien's body fell apart.

He was shaking, but he was not very tall and quickly stabilized his balance, but at this moment!

"HOOOOOOO!"

Under the watchful eyes of all the fans, Riquelme, who had been pushing Essien hard, suddenly released his strength, then turned around with the forefoot of his left foot as the axis and came directly in front of Essien, whose center of gravity was unstable. The next second

, facing a 20-meter long pass, Riquelme held Essien back with both hands, stretched out his left leg, and met the ball with the instep of his foot.

"Bang~"

There was a very slight sound. In the eyes of Vieira who was chasing after him, the ball didn't even bounce back at the moment it landed on Riquelme's instep, just like a table tennis ball falling on the water. The next second, Riquelme didn't even have a trace of rebound.

Hesitating, the instep of his left foot stuck to the ball, and he turned around instantly like a compass. At the same time, he exerted force on his thigh and sent the ball forward with his left foot!

"Oh! Riquelme is rid of Essien!"

"He got the big space! He pushed the ball forward!"

It was like a sudden rainstorm. One second Arsenal was taking a corner kick, and the next second Villarreal seized the opportunity to attack!

The commentator roared, and all the Villarreal fans stood up instantly, looking excitedly at the man who was dribbling the ball along the middle. And just as they were excited, Forlan next to him immediately pressed into the back line, ready to attack at any time.

Waiting for Riquelme's through ball!

Not only him, but on the other side, center Jose Mari also pressed into the back line. The two of them pressed Chen Mo and Toure into the back line like nails and couldn't move!

"Can't be offside!"

Riquelme is not fast, but his through ball is extremely accurate, and causing offside is likely to be self-defeating!

Having no choice, Chen Mo stepped back immediately, cutting off the connection between Riquelme and Forlan, staring at Riquelme's feet that kept darting for the ball. At this time, he could only hope to catch up.

Essien can steal the ball from Riquelme!

Things did go as he thought. Riquelme's dribbling speed was not fast, and there was no contact point in the frontcourt. He was quickly chased by Essien, but his dribbling was very stable. No matter how Essien tried to score from behind,

Applying pressure, the ball just won't drop and the speed doesn't slow down!

"It can't be stopped without a foul!"

Seeing the goal getting closer and closer, Essien no longer hesitated, with a fierce look in his eyes, he directly hit Riquelme from behind. The weak Riquelme was directly hit by him and flew at low altitude!

"beep--"

The moment the two collided, the referee's whistle sounded. Before Villarreal's players could put pressure on him, he immediately walked up to Essien and showed him a yellow card!

"It's a pity. If Riquelme had been faster on this goal, he would have had a good chance of scoring."

"Yes, but it's not a loss to get a free kick from 30 yards and a yellow card from Essien. You must know that this is not a Premier League stadium with fierce physical confrontation. It is very easy to get a card if you move too much. I guess

Ah, next Riquelme may be looking for Essien one-on-one."

"Indeed, this is a very critical yellow card. Okay, let's see how to punish this free kick. This position has a direct chance to score for a free kick master like Riquelme."

The commentator rambled on. On the court, Essien looked remorseful. His big eyes looked at Riquelme who was standing next to the ball with some uneasiness. The current situation can be said to be that he was beaten one-on-one by Riquelme.

As a result of the loss, if the opponent scores another free kick now.

Standing next to him with his crotch covered, Chen Mo felt Essien's uneasiness, smiled and patted his shoulder, showing his big white teeth: "Don't worry, it's just a yellow card. At worst, I will run more later to help you share the defensive pressure.

.”

His tone was relaxed, his smile was pleasant, and he felt goodwill. Essien's mood was much more stable. He pursed his lips and showed a smile that looked like Joey Yung: "Thanks, buddy."

"Haha, just leave it to me!"

The two whispered to each other, and soon, as the referee blew the whistle, Riquelme took a deep breath and stared at the upper right corner of the goal with firm eyes.

"He's going to knock on the door?!"

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, Riquelme had already rushed to the ball, opened his arms, raised the arch of his right leg and pushed hard towards the ball!

"Bang!"

The ball cut a half-moon scimitar in the air. Chen Mo had just jumped up, and the next second the ball passed over his head!

"The ball is so fast!"

Still in the air, Chen Mo immediately turned around to watch. In his eyes that gradually widened, the ball quickly spun towards the upper right corner of the goal, and goalkeeper Seaman only made a save at this time!

"Yes!"

Feeling the seriousness of the ball's path, Riquelme instantly clenched his fists, and the next second.

"When——"

In Riquelme's expectant eyes, the ball hit the upper right corner of the goal and bounced to the right side of the top of the arc, landing right near Chen Mo!

"Fight back!!!"

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Chen Mo immediately started to move, swinging his long legs and running towards the landing point. At the same time, on the left side of the corner of his eye, a black shadow with the same speed was also flying towards the ball!

"Fran! He's closer!"

Looking at Fran who was running wildly from the left and the ball falling in front, Chen Mo gritted his teeth while running wildly, tensed his thighs and kicked the ground with the front of his left leg vigorously, raised his right knee, and the next second, Riquelme was

Under the horrified gaze, Chen Mo flew directly into the sky!

"Oh my God! This jump height!"

"What a terrifying physical fitness!"

The commentator was instantly excited, and the audience exclaimed. Under Wenger's nervous gaze, stretching his neck, Chen Mo hit the ball before Forlan, and when the ball touched his head, he swung hard to the left!

Look back at the moon!

"Bang!"!

The wet black hair was swaying, and the feedback from his forehead was very good. Under Chen Mo's gaze, the ball bounced to the middle, where Essien was!
To be continued...