My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 28 Sunset at White Hart Lane ([-])

Wenger didn't say anything more, he smiled lightly.

Atkinson had a hard time telling what emotion that smile seemed to contain.He hesitated for a moment, but the hand showing the red card did not tremble.

The Tottenham fans at White Hart Lane were completely insane. Could there be anything more exciting for them?

The manager of their bitterly hated century-old rival was sent to the stands, and their team survived a catastrophe, and they were likely to win the game.

"Arsena..."

The gray-haired Pat Rice walked up with concern and chatted with Wenger. Wenger just shook his head, then stretched out his finger and pointed at Chen Yao, who was running over.

"You direct the game."

After Wenger finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the stands.

The Tottenham fans close to this side were as excited as if they had taken drugs. They were like a group of awakened beasts, taunting, laughing, and attacking Wenger with vitriolic hostility.

"Security, security!"

Chen Yao angrily rushed to the fourth official, while Atkinson and the assistant referees were still discussing something.

"Do you know what you are doing?! Call someone to maintain order!"

Amidst the huge noise, Chen Yao roared at them.

The fourth official was stunned for a while, and gave instructions to a stadium manager next to him, who left in a hurry.

Soon, the London officials responsible for the security of the stadium, wearing a lemon yellow vest, ran over with several security personnel, and surrounded Wenger vigilantly.

As soon as Wenger stepped onto the stands, he was surrounded by a sea of ​​white.

Even though he has seen many big scenes, Wenger was surprised by this unabashed and overwhelming hostility.

The closest he's come is at Old Trafford, many years ago.

However, Wenger was in the prime of life at that time, and he still contributed the classic "King of the World" at Old Trafford, but Manchester fans actually didn't have that much hatred.

Tottenham fans sang wildly, taunted, and even insulted the old man in unpleasant language.

Wenger didn't respond, just stood there blankly.

But the old man's shoulders still trembled slightly.

Some Tottenham fans tried to push Wenger, but several security personnel tried their best to stop them.

Chen Yao looked towards the stands, and he saw Wenger's figure looming in the white sea, and the red tie on his chest fluttering in the evening wind.He is like a firm stone, which has withstood the impact and baptism of the waves and remains motionless.

The Frenchman's body is tall and straight, surrounded by the fans of the derby rival, he is unmoved and looks forward resolutely.

……

"Oh my god."

Not all Wenger’s surroundings are filled with enemies——

Arthur kept taking deep breaths to ease his emotions.what did he seeNot far from him, stands Arsene Wenger!

The Tottenham fans around Arthur stood up excitedly, while he and Donna huddled shiveringly in the crowd of crazy Tottenham fans, carefully hiding their identities.

"Ms. Jones, look, that's Mr. Wenger. Ahem, look, what a charming coach... Do you still think I bought the wrong ticket?"

"You fool."

Donna glared at Arthur, but added: "But it's not too stupid."

Arthur grinned, scratched his head, and the red and white scarf tucked in his clothes slipped out.

The Tottenham fan next to him seemed to notice red and white in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head strangely, only to see Arthur's jacket folded like lightning, staring intently at the pitch.

"Great, we played great." Arthur gave him a gentlemanly smile.

Looking back, he cursed in a low voice: "Be respectful, damn it, I want you to look good when I go back to the Emirates Stadium."

……

Chen Yao stood on the sidelines, the din of the audience was not very annoying to him.

He quickly calmed down, and in front of him was a blood-red stadium under the reflection of the setting sun.

Zero to one, six and 10 minutes, and half an hour to go.

There was no Wenger by his side. Pat Rice faithfully fulfilled Wenger's instructions, appropriately took the iPad from his hand, and appeared by his side as an assistant coach.

Is this how the head coach feels?

On the turf in front of you, eleven players are fighting for you under your command.

Behind you, the players on the bench eagerly await your call.

Your fans believe in you, respect you, and hope that you can use your magical command to bring them championships.

This is what it feels like to be a head coach!

At this moment, you are the embodiment of this team. All the spirit of Arsenal, all the glorious traditions, all the legendary past and future are carried on your shoulders.

I enjoy this feeling, even if only for a moment.

Before the game resumed, Chen Yao beckoned, like a real head coach, signaling the players to come to the sidelines.

Arteta called the players to gather around. They formed a circle and listened quietly to Chen Yao's lectures.

"The last ball was played well. Tottenham will not give us too much time, seize the opportunity." Chen Yao said.

"Robin."

He looked at Van Persie, "You did a good job. Kaboul is an idiot. You can freely choose when to drop back, or you can choose to stay on the offside line. I will give you freedom. Let him not understand what you are going to do."

Van Persie nodded sullenly.He is not very convinced by this young coach, but he is willing to listen to him.

"Aaron."

He said to Ramsey, "Go ahead. You've got a good run forward - I don't ask you to do anything else, you go forward as long as there is space. When the attack fails, you run back as hard as you can. You look at Mikel, where Mikel is, you are parallel to him, blocking the opponent's attack."

Ramsay nodded solemnly.

"Francis, don't go up. You are behind Mikel and in front of the back line, sweeping away possible attacks. Communicate with your teammates more and don't stare at Modric."

Coquelin wiped his sweat and gasped, "Understood Coach, I...I'm sorry."

Chen Yao knew that he was blaming himself, and said, "Your sweat will make up for your mistakes."

"Kuasi, come down and rest."

Chen Yao didn't give any instructions to Gervinho and just dismissed him.

Gervinho didn't talk too much, he didn't touch the ball a few times today, and he couldn't wait to come down and watch.

"Andre."

Chen Yao waved to the back, and Arshavin, who had warmed up for a while, ran over.

"You play. When Aaron goes in, you receive the rib. The cooperation of you, Aaron and Robin is our key. In this game, we will focus on the left rib."

Chen Yao looked at Arshavin, and said one more thing: "Don't think too much, Andre, just be yourself."

Arshavin nodded.He has not had a good time recently, and he has some thoughts about going back to Russia.But he will always miss the days when he just landed in England.

"So……"

Chen Yao looked around at the players and uttered cold words without emotion.

"Your manager is being humiliated by your enemies in the stands."

"Your poor performance put them ahead of us."

"Do you know what to do?!"

……

Tottenham, who returned to the game, discovered a problem, that is, their state has declined.

Tottenham were very excited today. They maintained a good state in the first six 10 minutes and played one of the best goals this season.

Because of this, Redknapp did not make any tactical adjustments. He was not very good at these anyway.

Kabul was the first to be confused.Van Persie's retracement was elusive, and this elite striker's football IQ was obviously a step above him.Kaboul was hesitant in his movements between guarding the zone and man-marking.And Redknapp gave him no instructions.

Ledley King also felt uncomfortable, he found that Arshavin appeared too many times in front of him.In the first six 10 minutes, Gervinho was locked on the wing.And now, Arshavin repeatedly cut inside, facing the back line in the ribs.

He had to take care of Ramsey, Arshavin, and Van Persie, all of a sudden his head became dizzy.

Is it necessary to call the full back back to help defend?Or tell Parker to come this way more?
Ledley King considered possible responses.

In 71 minutes, Ledley King felt that he should find an opportunity to let the coach know that he was under a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)