Star Coach

The match between Monaco and Arsenal attracted a lot of attention.

Manchester United's battle is not today. Ferguson paid special attention to the fight between Wenger and Jiangshan. Seeing Monaco leading. His expression was weird.

"Jiangshan, did you frame me and then improve the tactics?" He felt that he had miscalculated. When discussing tactics against Wenger with Jiangshan, he deliberately misled Jiangshan so that both sides could fight to the last drop of blood.

Looking at the progress of the game, Jiangshan was not fooled. Monaco took the lead and firmly controlled the game. Monaco can afford to lose, even if they get one point, they don't need to fight hard.

"It's not easy. I hope Wenger can win the next game and then qualify from the group." Ferguson couldn't help but worry about his old opponent, "Jiangshan, this guy, is too bad."

At the beginning of the second half, Arsenal rushed over again, with a more fierce momentum. They had no way out and fought to the death.

"As long as we lose the game today, how can we raise our heads next time we return to France?" Wenger issued a killing order. How can we not win against the French Ligue 1 opponents?

Drogba is not Pussor. He is in a better body. The young man keeps squeezing Arsenal's defense. Nishioka and Campbell are struggling. Is this guy a monster? His physical fitness is too strong.

Vieira is under great pressure in the face of the attacking monster and keeps returning to defense. Rothen and Giuly's passes, plus Nonda's pulling space, Drogba's lack of skills is covered up, and he simply rushes to the body. He likes this kind of play.

Whoosh!

A lob shot, knocking himself down, and the ball was held in Shaban's arms.

The shooting is still not good. Jiangshan shook his head, a little bit short again, the king of spitting cakes, your spitting cakes are more exciting than Cavani.

Henry showed his sharp blade. His dribbling and sprinting are first-class. Monaco's defense is struggling. Cisse is more ruthless. He followed Henry directly and took care of him from the half.

Cisse must obey Jiangshan's orders. As long as he can hold on for the first 20 minutes, there will be someone to replace him. Don't give Henry any space. This guy can do anything.

Henry was also knocked down, and Arsenal got a chance for a set-piece.

He failed to pose a threat and was snatched by Zicos and passed to Rothen. Rothen accelerated, ran along the sideline, and interacted with Evra.

Evra passed the ball back and passed it to Rothen. At a 45-degree angle outside the penalty area, he looked up at the sky and felt bright and sad.

Swish! The ball flew up and out of the lawn, and the camera fell. Drogba was sprinting, very fast, the young beast, crushed Gilberto who was following him.

Gilberto couldn't hold the body of the beast. As soon as the two had physical contact, he flew out and fell on the lawn, cursing the referee, saying that this was not a foul?

He...he...he hit someone!

Drogba was so angry that he got two chances in more than ten minutes, but he didn't make any achievements. He was sorry for the audience and the encouragement of Henry and Wiltord.

Drogba's parents were also watching the game. Monaco played against Arsenal. As long as Drogba performed well enough, he would definitely attract Wenger's attention. Maybe, in the summer transfer window, Drogba could transfer to Arsenal!

Get a higher salary, enjoy higher popularity, and reach the peak of life.

You asked me what is the difference between French women and English women? Drogba once said in a daze, "Women in one country are more proactive..."

Nishioka and Campbell were facing a great enemy. In the first half, they had consumed half of their physical strength against Pussor. Half of the red faced Drogba with full blood. Isn't this courting death?

Vidic in his prime couldn't beat Drogba, let alone the two brothers? Except Evans, who can stop Drogba?

At this time, Vieira took on the responsibility of captain. He stood in front of the two central defenders to block Drogba's bombardment.

"Leave it to me!" Vieira is just like Drogba. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he is. More than half a game is enough time to kill.

"I'll show you how to defend Drogba." He suddenly stretched out his long legs and kicked forward fiercely.

The original intention might be to kick Drogba's head, but the kick landed firmly on Drogba's chest.

Vieira suddenly pulled his foot back, but it was too late. He just wanted to block it with his body and then steal the ball. The referee's position just didn't see it.

But now it's completely different. His foot was raised too high. Seeing Drogba's arrogant face, he wanted to kick him in the face.

"Fuck, so weak?" Vieira muttered.

Heroes are lonely. Who in the world has better kung fu? Except Keane, who is my opponent? Drogba couldn't block a single move, which disappointed Vieira.

Pounce!

Drogba turned his body sideways, a little bit of instinctive self-protection, and then fell to the ground, motionless.

Jiang Shan saw the horrific scene and immediately cursed the team doctor, "Hurry up and go on the court to protect Drogba."

The fight started in the first half, and in the second half, it was going to happen again. Are they ready to put on a full-scale fight?

No matter who it is, if they are kicked in the chest, they will probably feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and they will go into shock if they are not careful. After the team doctor came on the court, he quickly grabbed Drogba's tongue, fearing that he would bite his tongue after going into shock.

Open your eyes, are your eyeballs sluggish? Is he going to die?

Evra was the first to rush over and push Vieira, "Do you want to kill someone?"

Ibarra and Giuly also rushed over, and the entire Monaco team rushed over, "If you want to fight, we have never been afraid of anyone."

Smith and Ribery had already jumped on the sidelines, "Brothers, push them out, let's do it, fuck him, how dare he do it."

"Boss, I'm going to kill them." Ribery and Smith shouted at the same time, "Arsenal people are too arrogant, I can't help it!"

Jiang Shan hugged them, "Go back." He rushed to Wenger with his eyes wide open, "What else do you have to say?"

"Humph, do you want to fight? I'm always here to accompany you." Jiang Shan pointed at Wenger, showing no respect for the elderly and love for the young. Wenger was frightened by Jiang Shan's momentum and kept backing away, "This is a misunderstanding, Vieira is a good player and won't do this."

"Fuck you, can't you see? Are you blind?" Jiang Shan was unreasonable. The fourth official rushed over to separate them.

Ribery and Smith protected them on the side, and other substitutes also rushed up to confront Arsenal's substitutes.

Guardiola sat on the bench, "What is going on? Can't we just play the game properly? Why do this? Oh, really."

After the team doctor massaged for a while, Drogba finally stood up slowly, coughed a few times, and pressed his sternum, "Damn, it was almost broken. Fortunately, I practiced it regularly."

When he thought of this, he looked at Jiangshan and made an "OK" gesture, "If I had learned some boxing from the coach, Vieira might have been killed by me."

The referee breathed a sigh of relief and showed Vieira a red card, a direct red card. It was a non-sports action, and it was almost going to kill people.

The Arsenal players were not happy with this and surrounded the referee, "It's a yellow card at most, he didn't mean it."

The referee kept backing away and took out the cards again, giving Gilberto and Evra a yellow card each. They almost directed a fight just now, and they had to kill them to show their power.

Wenger stomped his feet, "This bastard."