My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 51 We Spread Our Wings and Fly High ([-])

Nasri played very seriously.

The boos of the Emirates Stadium audience continued to stimulate his eardrums.

The red and white eyes made Nasri in a trance, and he had the illusion that this was his own team countless times.

But that's all in the past and now, he, Samir Nasri, is part of City.

He is the enemy of Arsenal.

He knew that the cheers of the Arsenal fans would never ring for him again.

"Can you...can you be more serious?!"

Nasri couldn't help complaining to his teammates after another inadvertent mistake interrupted the attacking rhythm.

"Take it easy, Samir."

Hargreaves shrugged nonchalantly, "It's just the League Cup. Let's just warm up."

Nasri gritted his teeth and turned to look at the sidelines.

Mancini sat in his seat expressionlessly, his eyes wandering, as if he didn't care about the situation on the field at all.

It turns out that the coach doesn't care about this game...

Nasri felt a little sad. He knew that although Manchester City had promised a lot when introducing him, his position in such a team where unexpected stars would join every year was hardly secure.

The former home team has turned against him, and the current club has an ambiguous attitude towards him. Nasri clenched his fists tightly.

That being the case, then use my dear mother team to prove myself.

"Oh - Nasri! It's Nasri again! He is the most active player on the court today! He tested Fabianski with a long shot, but Fabianski blocked it!"

Amidst the exclamation of the narrator, Fabianski flew away Nasri's shot with a single punch and punched in the air.

"Fuck, he's such a madman!"

Arthur in the stands couldn't hold it in anymore and cursed and booed Nasri.

Chen Yao looked at the waves on the field calmly, all of this was within his expectation.

After picking up the pace in the second half, Arsenal's already weak defense was almost wide open.

But Manchester City - players with low morale did not seize a lot of opportunities, except Nasri.

Samir Nasri, you really want to fight back against your old club!

Fabianski looked outside the field, and Chen Yao, who felt his gaze, turned his head and gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Fabianski nodded in relief, and kicked the ball out with a big foot.

As a cup goalkeeper, Fabianski is in very good condition today, even better than in training.

——After all, he is too familiar with Nasri's shooting.

Nasri continued to instigate offensive attacks, and only Edin Dzeko cooperated with him. The dedicated Bosnia and Herzegovina center worked hard to help Nasri attack.

A few minutes later, Manchester City got another chance to counterattack. Nasri and Dzeko made a two-for-one cooperation. Dzeko slanted to the forward Nasri, and Nasri shot from an angle!

——Fabianski decisively slapped the football!

He blocked Nasri's explosive shot with both fists again!

"Fabianski...he gave a god-like performance in this game!" the commentator exclaimed.

Indeed, Fabianski seems to have completed a leap forward in goal-line technology in the constant high-tempo goalkeeping.

Moreover, based on the understanding of the shooting habits of his former teammates, in this game, Fabianski is the best player to limit Nasri!

But Nasri's face was cloudy and uncertain, he bit his lip and ran back to the half court slowly.

When passing by the sidelines, Chen Yao yelled at him.

"Hey Samir, don't worry, your teammates don't care about you."

Chen Yao wasn't sure if Nasri heard this sentence, but if he could see Nasri's expression, he would find that Nasri's face turned paler.

He, to be precise, was about to break the defense.

Nasri is a mentally sensitive player, but at the same time, he lacks strong beliefs.

Leaving Arsenal made him restless. Manchester City's generous salary and attractive prospects could barely make him feel at ease, but the intensifying competition within the team and the unfamiliar environment made Nasri unable to feel at ease.

He tried to prove himself with his performance on the court, but after he found that his teammates did not cooperate with his wishes, he was already quite anxious.

And Chen Yao's voice made him dizzy, and his deeply buried emotions burst out, making him feel a lump in his heart.

When Nasri was dizzy, the eleven players on the Manchester City field could be said to be in a state of wanting nothing.

But Arsenal is different.

Young players, eagerly awaiting room for error by sophisticated opponents.

They finally waited.

66 minutes.

Verratti found that his route suddenly became smoother.

So far, Manchester City's players can only be described as depressed.

From the players on the field to Mancini in the coach's bench, all they think about is the league and the Champions League, but no one really cares about the League Cup.

Of course, if someone asks Mancini at this time: Do you value the League Cup?

Mancini will definitely say: We value every championship.

But the fact is that most of the rich teams don't care about the League Cup, and they all regard the League Cup as a training ground. Winning is good, and losing is no big deal.

So, they slacked off.

Verratti pushed all the way to the center circle before Manchester City players began to harass him.

Nasri was the first to play, but Nasri, who was in a complicated mood at this time, did not block it with all his strength. Verratti lowered his body, controlled his center of gravity, and accelerated the dribble past Nasri.

The next opponent was veteran Hargreaves. He only blocked it symbolically and did not even run into Verratti's path.

Verratti easily opened the angle, splitting the side and inserting Carvajal with excellent awareness.

Carvajal made a cross from the bottom and swept towards the goal.

Follow up Charmak...

He didn't touch the ball at all.

Chamark's state was extremely poor, and his grabbing point grabbed the air.

However, the attention of Manchester City's defense was also extremely poor, and Manchester City's substitute goalkeeper Pantilmon took advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity.

Then he realized he had made a big mistake.

He should have held the ball firmly.

His big foot didn't go far, and after being caught by Gibbs who was on top of the waist, he was given to the fourteenth district.

There, Jorginho had already squatted at the top of the arc according to Chen Yao's instructions.

Facing the incoming ball, Jorginho suddenly had a strong urge to swing his foot.

——Usually such times are the moments when the players are blessed to the soul, the inspiration and the body are in perfect harmony, and it is possible to create a magical moment.

The 20-year-old Jorginho, at the top of the arc, shot his ideal long shot for the first time.

The football roared and flew towards the goal. In Pantilmon's eyes, it was getting closer and bigger.

Until it shot through the goal like a meteor.

Jorginho still kept his shooting position, he looked at the white waves from the net, he looked at the cheering fans behind the goal, he looked at the sky of the Emirates Stadium.

We will spread our wings and fly high.

　I figured it out, I can’t write an invincible and exciting article, and there’s no point in blindly pursuing a fast pace.

　　I'd better advance the plot steadily according to the rhythm I like.

　　Maybe that’s what’s right for me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)