Invincible Haaland at the start

Chapter 22 As we all know, Arsenal has one high and one fast

In the locker room, Wenger's expression was very serious, and he repeated the main tactics tirelessly before he started pouring chicken soup for his soul.

"Guys, Tottenham is not an easy opponent. We can lose to any team, but we can't lose to Tottenham, otherwise the fans will kill us!"

"..." If Lin Yun remembers correctly, they have not lost to Tottenham once or twice. How come these people are still alive?
"Although some of you are playing derby for the first time, you should all know how cruel the derby is. I don't have any experience to teach you. I just hope you remember one thing: don't be weak!"

"Be brave, don't be afraid of physical confrontation! When you are violated, don't count on the referee, you have to resist it yourself, and then retaliate fiercely!"

This is a very unprofessional Wenger. Compared with the gentle and polite in the past, today's Wenger is more like a thug in a suit who is about to break into someone's house and loot.

Not only the tone is fierce, but even the expression has a hint of ferocity, which is quite strange to people.

In the player tunnel, even the two childhood friends, Walcott and Bell, did not reminisce about the past, and even avoided contact with each other, let alone other people, as if deliberately avoiding contact.

Lin Yun felt an atmosphere more suffocating than the Champions League, as if the air was full of floating powder, and just waiting for a little open fire could blow up the space everyone was in.

When we came to the stadium, all kinds of murderous slogans came into view, and all kinds of friendly greetings came from the stands.

Only when you truly integrate into this atmosphere can you understand why the fans here put football at the height of their lives.

Because there are class and regional struggles, family inheritance from generation to generation, and grievances and grievances that have been buried since the establishment of this city.

The fans of the home team scolded every fan of the visiting team from the bottom of their hearts, as if they had seen their father and enemy killed.

From the 80-year-old old man to the four-year-old kid, everyone swears and clamors for the visiting team to die.

It’s not that they are really that dark in their hearts, or they really have that much hostility on their bodies, let alone that they really hate that player that much, but that the tradition is there, the atmosphere is there, and everyone seems to be rushing to a game. Crazy party, trying to get drunk before the party even started, and then cheering and cursing with a group of strangers in the freezing cold.

Everyone tacitly leaves the purest emotions to this green field, and candidly accept the good, the bad, the ones that cause heart attack, and the hormones on the brain, it doesn't matter, whoever called football is fucking round.

Lin Yun stood at the end of his own team, and the opponent's center Adebayor entered the field side by side with him.

A real twenty-five boy.

The weight is two hundred catties, and 190 catties is the kind of anti-bone.

He loves money like his life. He once publicly declared that he could go to Antarctica to play football for money. He also ran 100 meters just to celebrate by kneeling at the nearest place to the fans of his former club. He almost went bankrupt because he had to support dozens of wonderful people from his hometown Relatives were once disgusted and scolded by the people of their own country, because he was showing luxury houses and cars every day and was unwilling to give the motherland in distress a little help.

His career has been through Monaco, Arsenal, Manchester City and Real Madrid, but no fans of any team really cared about him.

He looked at Lin Yun, with a smile that he probably didn't understand what it represented, "I heard that the old man likes you very much?"

"It's not bad," Lin Yun shrugged, "Excellent people are never short of people to like."

"Fuck you, I've seen it, your future will be miserable, and you won't end well if you hang out with him," Adebayor let out a sigh of disdain, "He used to like me very much, What now?"

"Now?" Lin Yun made an inexplicable expression, "Why does he like a piece of trash now?"

Adebayor's expression was stagnant, and his fists were clenched, "Who do you say is a hot chicken?"

"you guess."

Lin Yun gave him a gentle smile, but he didn't see his fist raised after waiting for a long time, so he could only follow Wilshere into the field in disappointment.

People outside didn't know that there had been preliminary friendly exchanges between the two forwards, and the commentators were still holding on to the matter of Wenger and Bell.

"When Wenger took away Walcott and Chamberlain from the Southampton training camp, he turned a blind eye to Gareth Bale, the best graduate of the Southampton training camp. I don't know if he has any regrets in his heart now. , and does Bell have the urge to prove something to the professor..."

"Both sides played the exact same 4-2-3-1 formation.

Let's take a look at Tottenham Hotspur's lineup first.

Goalkeeper: 25-Lori;

Defenders: 28-Walker, 20-Dawson, 5-Vertonghen, 32-Hector;
Midfielder: 19-Dembele, 8-Park;

Midfielder: 7-Lennon, 22-Sigurdson, 11-Bell;

Forward: 10-Adebayor.

Arsenal basically followed the starting 11 against Aston Villa in the previous game. Wenger only used Ramsey to replace Diaby, who had a calf injury, but Wilshere was mentioned as an attacking midfielder. s position.

Goalkeeper: 1-Szesny;

Defenders: 25-Jenkinson, 4-Mertesacker, 5-Vermaelen, 17-Monreal;

Midfielder: 16- Ramsey, 8- Arteta;

Midfielder: 14-Walcott, 10-Wilshere, 19-Cazorla;
Forward: 11-Lin Yun. "

Tottenham kick off first.

Adebayor stood in the middle circle, staring at Lin Yun fiercely like a real beast.

Lin Yun put his left hand on his hip, put his right hand on his thigh, and hooked his index finger at him vaguely.

Come if you can.

The whistle sounded, and after receiving the pass, Adebayor really rushed towards Lin Yun with the ball.

Lin Yun didn't have anything to be polite, and immediately fell to the ground and threw the shovel head-on.

He thought he was fast enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone as ruthless as him.

When he fell to the ground and stretched his feet, Wilshere next to him also made the same movement, and he was a little more numb than him.

Wilshere was farther away, so he was still a little slower, but he shoveled the target almost at the same time, bringing Adebayor to the ground with the ball.

As soon as the referee put down the whistle, he hurriedly picked it up, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

"Beep!"

"Wow~~"

"Two spicy chickens, Executioner!"

"Hahaha, just like that, kick that Judas to death!"

"This... just the first second of kick-off, Arsenal fouled. Former Arsenal player Adebayor was tackled to the ground by Wilshere and Lin Yun."

What is embarrassing is that Adebayor has already rolled on the ground, and there is no one on Tottenham's side who came forward to take a look.

Everyone looked at the referee, waiting for his call.

The referee looked at Wilshere, then at Lin Yun, took out a yellow card, and held it up high against the small threat.

Wilshere: "..."

Why is Mao targeting me?I'm just an accessory!
Lin Yun didn't know how to explain to him for a while.

After all, Wilshere doesn't have his good looks, and some things that seem normal to him are really hard for others to understand...

"Unexpectedly, just one second into the game, an Arsenal player received a yellow card... Eh? Judging from the slow motion, it seems that it was Lin Yun who knocked Adebayor down... Wilshere Er this card is a bit unfair..."

Now that the blame has been blamed, Wilshere can only admit it.

He stretched out his small fist and hammered Lin Yun's chest, "You owe me once."

On the other side, Adebayor covered his face and yelled for a long time. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he could only stand up, but he immediately exploded when he heard Sigurdsson say that the yellow card was only given to Wilshere. .

He rushed to the referee under the inexplicable eyes of everyone, "Wrong! Wrong! No, that's right...it should be two yellow cards, no, a red card...that black-haired kid, he shoveled me, he You should get a red card!"

The referee didn't know what was wrong with this guy, so he pushed him but didn't push him, so he could only explain: "I saw it, he made a big move, but it was No. 10 who shoveled you, and No. 11 kicked a football. "

"Fuck the number 10, it's obviously the number 11, how long are you... Anyway, you read it wrong!"

"Now, go back to your place and don't waste everyone's time!"

"Really... I wipe it!?"

The referee pulled out the topaz card again...

"Well, Adebayor seemed very dissatisfied with the result of the penalty just now, he was a little emotional, and was also shown a yellow card by the referee."

Tottenham fans were speechless.

What the hell is going on?
Adebayor was dumbfounded, and he didn't wake up until he was pulled aside by his teammates. It seemed that one yellow card was not enough, and he wanted to rush forward to get another one.

Tottenham coach Villas-Boas on the sidelines was going crazy.

He finally felt the pain of Mourinho.

Mourinho has never been subdued by anyone in his life, but he was subdued by Balotelli, and he, Boas, has seen many big scenes, and now he is stunned by Adebayor No temper.

Wenger was even more impressed by Lin Yun.

Don't say that Lin Yun didn't get this yellow card, even if he got it, it was worth it.

Arsenal sent away a lot of players, and there were also many conflicts with the fans, but in terms of what the fans hate the most, Adebayor is definitely number one.

Lin Yun is simply a substitute for all the Gunners fans. Everyone loves him to death. Now, the "next Henry" is a solid one.

Wenger applauded and marveled, and muttered a string of words in French. When translated, it should be... "This kid, something will happen."

After a long time of commotion, more than three minutes passed, and the game could finally start again.

Tottenham serve.

Dembele hit the ball directly to the left to find Bale with a long pass.

Bell is being closely marked by Jenkinson. He deliberately passed an early pass to allow Bell to have space to rush up and get the ball.

Bell's speed increased, and Jenkinson couldn't pull it directly. He watched Bell rush past him, taking the football away with his left foot.

Arteta hurried over to make up for the defense. As soon as he got close, he kicked Lin Yun's slippery shovel, but Bell just accelerated and waded through.

The ball was a bit too big and almost rolled to Vermaelen's feet. The captain of the Gunners was about to take two steps forward to clear the siege, but he didn't expect Bell to come in first and blast the football out in front of him.

The football went straight to the left side of the goal. Before Szesny could make a save, Mertesacker took the first step and blocked the ball with his body desperately.

"Pretty!"

Szesny gave a thumbs up, and quickly made a clearance before Adebayor made a supplementary shot.

When the football came near the middle circle, Wilshere jumped up high and gave the ball to Lin Yun vigorously.

As soon as Lin Yun took the ball sideways, Sigurdsson pushed forward.

He swayed from side to side, but Sigurdson was as steady as a mountain. He had no choice but to play against Wilshere, but he just received Wilshere's knockback behind Sigurdson. Thor immediately stood in front of him.

Lin Yun quickly changed direction, flicked the ball sideways, and walked to the side.

Hector followed him closely without stepping, just forcing him to go outside.

Lin Yun had no choice but to swipe the ball vigorously, accelerating continuously to get rid of the person, but when he really threw Hector away, the ball was almost to the bottom line.

Lin Yun originally wanted to step on the ball and fix it on the bottom line, let himself throw it out, and then turn around and pass it to Wilshere to organize slowly, but from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see a red and white figure rushing into the penalty area .

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly rubbed the back of his foot against the football.

The football flew towards the goal, and Lin Yun himself fell off the baseline.

He stood up numbly and looked towards the goal.

The football went over Dawson's head and landed towards the back of the goal.

Walcott, like a little tiger looking for food down the mountain, jumped before the football was about to fly past his eyes, and flew directly into the goal with the ball.

0-1.
"GOAL!!!!!! Bell finished the first shot of the game, but the football was blocked by the Arsenal defender with his body. Lin quickly dribbled the ball from the wing and made a cross to help Walcott open the scoring! The game In less than 5 minutes, Arsenal knocked on the door of Tottenham!"

In the studio of Xinlang Sports, Zhan Jun clapped his palms suddenly, and the golden sentence came out casually.

"Lin Yun made a cross, Walcott leaped forward and scored the ball!!! As we all know, Arsenal have one high and one fast, um, it's just that the fast one is Lin Yun, and the high one is Walcott."

Lin Yunkuai is really fast, but his speed is like a younger brother in front of Walcott, and Walcott's high... is really not high.

The official height of this guy is 1.7 meters [-], which is more than enough for ordinary people, but when placed on a football field, especially when placed among tall defenders, he is a dwarf.

Walcott lay in the Tottenham goal, shook his head before waking up, and rushed towards Lin Yun like crazy after getting up.

Lin Yun stood on the spot, opened his arms, and caught the flying Cerebellar Axe.

Lori walked into the door and kicked the football lying in the door in frustration.

Of course, it was impossible for him to think that his nightmare today had just begun...

(End of this chapter)