My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 140
The last 10 minutes of the game were boring.

Roberto Mancini gave up the idea of ​​chasing three goals in 10 minutes. He used up his substitutions early and waited for the end of the game.

Chen Yao also used up the substitution quota neatly, giving Verratti and Gibbs a chance to play and exercise.

Manchester City's players lowered their tempo on the field, and Arsenal's players also slowly lowered their offensive and defensive tempo.

The two teams ended the game in a relatively calm atmosphere.

The moment the referee blew his whistle, all the players in red and white jerseys fell on their backs on the wet grass, letting the London rain wash their faces.

Every one of them was exhausted.

"An emotional game!" Martin Taylor commented, "Arsenal's performance dwarfed that of the visiting defending champion Manchester City. They almost completely suppressed their opponents on both offense and defense."

"What Roberto should be worried about is not this game..." Alan Smith's angle was more profound, "What he has to worry about is whether there is another opponent in the Premier League that can bring them a championship. Opponent under great pressure."

"But the intensity of Arsenal's game is too high - Alan, how long do you think they can maintain this?"

"They won't play with such intensity in every game." Alan Smith analyzed, "I think Arsenal are under pressure, and that pressure makes them give everything they have in this game... But in fact, they You can definitely learn to control the rhythm, which is the next topic for this young team."

……

Chen Yao hugged and thanked every player on the field.

It's not easy for players to fight through adversity.

For a coach, if he cannot manage the relationship with his players harmoniously, he will be kicked out of the club without any notice.

On the contrary, if he can make players fight for themselves, he can achieve the ideal that other coaches cannot achieve, and inspire unimaginable strength in these players.

Chen Yao felt very lucky, he had a more or less unique connection with the players in the team, which became the fuel for the players to fight hard.

After the game, he also shook hands with Mancini in a friendly manner.

The two have played against each other quite often. Since last season, Mancini has been going against Chen Yao's team almost since he was the most immature.

"Coach Chen Yao, what an impressive game..." Mancini shivered in the rain, "I think I underestimated you and your team."

"Manchester City is still the most powerful contender for the Premier League title this season." Chen Yao smiled, "Roberto, for now, we are not your biggest opponent yet."

"Yes...it's the old Scotsman I should be worried about."

"Personally, I would rather see you win the Premier League trophy than Manchester United."

"But that's not what you want to see the most, is it?"

"Of course." Chen Yao blinked, "Roberto, who wouldn't want to hold the championship trophy with their own hands?"

"Haha..." Mancini smiled helplessly, "I think so too, but I always feel that my luck ran out in the last minute of last season."

……

In the dressing room, the Arsenal players showered and sang chaotically.

Lillo and Bergkamp looked at the players messing around with smiles like two parents.

"What are they singing?" the unsmiling Lillo turned to Bergkamp and asked.

Bergkamp frowned and listened to a few words, "It seems to be singing Jimmy...Jamie?"

They followed the sound and saw a shy Vardy surrounded by a group of shirtless men in the center, happily singing a song with his name. "Brother, I must say, you ran too hard." Griezmann said with an exaggerated expression, "Did you see the look on Gareth Barry's face? When he saw you running past, he looked like there was a wolf behind his butt. Chasing him..."

Vardy smiled shyly and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, actually I don't know how to do anything else, and my skills are not as good as yours... I just want to do what I can do."

Koscielny and Mertesacker slumped on the bench. This pair of central defenders is the older one. The two prefer to quietly reminisce about past games.

"Pell, that ball was your fault." Koscielny looked at Mertesacker casually.

"No no no, Laurent, our brothers will settle accounts." Mertesacker looked serious, "You should fill my position."

"Farke, then I will lose Aguero."

"But it wasn't him who scored in the end..."

"But it's not Carlos Tevez..."

The pair were silent for three seconds each, then fist-bumped.

"Okay." Mertesacker shrugged, "This time it's mine."

"That's right!" Koscielny smiled gratifiedly, "Should you buy me a drink?"

Mertesacker patted his teammate on the head and looked around again, "Strange, where is the coach?"

……

In the VIP box at the Emirates Stadium.

Josh Kroenke handed Chen Yao a glass of wine. The head coach in front of him was in a state of embarrassment and drenched, but his eyes were bright, and his expression and posture were full of joy of victory.

"My suggestion is." Tim Lewis gave up his position, "Coach Chen Yao, actually you can take a shower first and then change clothes. After that, we can find a quieter place and arrange a meeting for the two of you. …”

"No, no need, Tim." Josh Kroenke waved his hand carelessly, "I just like this... natural environment. What about you, Mr. Coach?"

"Mr. Kroenke, Mr. Lewis." Chen Yao raised his glass, "I just want to share it with you two at this moment, when the joy is at its peak."

After all, he drank it all in one gulp.

"I like that." Josh Kroenke also drank from his glass.

Tim Lewis looked at the two people in front of him, and helplessly poured himself a half glass of wine, then downed it.

"Anyway, I'm an Arsenal fan too." He muttered quietly, "It's no big deal to celebrate..."

The sound of rain outside gradually subsided, and fans were leaving the stadium one after another. Their high-spirited singing echoed in the Emirates Stadium after the victory.

"This is football," Josh Kroenke said to himself.

"what did you say?"

"Oh, I said this is football." Josh smiled and said: When I was in the United States, I always thought football should be like American football...I can't imagine 22 people kicking the ball around on the grass. Where is the joy of going. "

"Then do you feel it now?" Chen Yao asked.

"Well...probably, there are a few..."

The glass of the VIP box reflected Josh Kroenke's thoughtful face.

(End of this chapter)