Chapter 1165 We Are Still Champions
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 1165 We Are Still Champions
After the score difference was widened, the players of Stoke City did not have the previous timidity.
It may be that they have realized the fact that no matter how hard they try, it is impossible to beat the team in front of them, so they began to let themselves go.
"Interspersed and pulled, passed and penetrated, Stoke City played well after the kick-off."
Zhan Jun was also surprised by Stoke City's performance after the opening game.
"Looks like letting go of the burden has made it easier for the Stoke players and their fans started cheering for them again."
Loving this matter has nothing to do with strength, as long as you have something that can impress me, I am willing to cheer for you.
With this mentality, in this short period of time, the cheers of the Stoke City team finally surpassed that of the Gunners.
However, it was only for a short time.
In the 803rd minute of the game, Arshavin faced Rosicky's exquisite pass and chose to miss it directly.
"A very spiritual leak, and the defender against the czar did not have time to react at all."
With a bang, Arshavin cut open the back line of Stoke City. After a brief surprise, the momentum of the fans on both sides changed instantly.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Because the situation changed so quickly, the Gunners fans didn't even have time to shout enough slogans, they roared to cheer for Arshavin who dribbled the ball into the threat area.
This time, however, Arshavin's performance on behalf of the Gunners ended before it even started.
"Boom!"
A shovel came from the side and landed on the ankle of Arshavin who was caught off guard.
The next moment, the Tsar, who felt the severe pain, began to howl on the grass.
"Foul! Serious malicious foul! Huth's tackle was obviously aimed at someone, and players from both sides quickly gathered near the foul site."
When the score of the game has been so disparate that there is no suspense about the outcome of the game, there is almost no explanation for such a bad foul, saying that it was not intentional to vent anger.
Huth, surrounded and protected by his teammates, received a red card from the referee after being pushed away from Arshavin by the menacing Liu Feng and others.
Walking off the court without looking back, the defender neither said a word to his teammates nor communicated with his coach.
"Arshavin was carried off on a stretcher by the Gunners' team doctor and it looked like he was seriously injured."
Frowning and looking at the painful Tsar, Zhan Jun was very angry at such a tragic foul at this point in the game.
"Such a bad foul should not be just a red card. The Football Association is bound to impose additional penalties on Huth's intentional foul after the game."
The chaotic situation did not continue under the mutual restraint of the captains of the two sides. After the referee put the ball on the penalty spot to indicate that the Arsenal players could take a penalty kick, both teams restrained themselves.
"maple!"
The undisputed No. [-] penalty shooter, Liu Feng used his terrifying penalty kick rate this season to make all the goalkeepers standing in front of him feel desperate.
"Liu Feng stood in front of the penalty spot. Stoke City's goalkeeper Begovic was quite nervous, and the two looked at each other on the pitch."
He has already scored twice. If he scores this goal, Liu Feng will complete another hat-trick in this final.
No matter how you think about it, it is an extremely honorable thing.
And Super Maple, will this glory pass away from his feet?
"Shh!"
"A run-up, hit the door directly!!!"
"Oh!"
Simple, direct, and straightforward, the ball flew directly to the goal after being hit hard by Liu Feng's violent right foot.
Begovic, who was standing in front of the goal, was like a stake, and before he could make a save, the ball flew past him.
"Very strong volley to score the goal! The fast ball speed makes all angles meaningless, because the goalkeeper has no time to react, Liu Feng! Hat trick~~~~"
Zhan Jun's excited voice was heard by the fans surrounded in front of the TV along with the cheers of countless gun fans at Wembley Stadium.
At this moment, no one is not excited by Super Maple's demeanor.
On the pitch, Liu Feng, who scored the goal, was also unambiguous. Thinking of the painful appearance of his teammate Arshavin when he left the field, he could hardly control his emotions anyway.
"Roar!!!"
Running to the Stoke bench, roaring in the direction of the tunnel.
Everyone knew who Liu Feng was venting his dissatisfaction with, and all members of the Stoke City team, which was already four goals behind, just lowered their heads indifferently.
"There is no suspense anymore. The champion has been born. Afeng once again used his superb performance to win the team a championship trophy."
Three years without singing, a blockbuster, three years without flying, soaring into the sky.
From the youth team, to Serie B, to Serie A, to the Coppa Italia and now the Premier League.
Liu Feng's shortcoming of being criticized, the lack of personal super team results has been smoothed out by everything that happened this season.
Looking at Liu Feng who was worshiped like a god's mansion, Zhan Jun's eyes were shining with stars.
Those were crystal clear tears as a commentator seeing the superstars of his own country continue to perform wonderful performances on the world stage.
As for the Chinese fans in front of the TV, I don't know how many have been touched by this reality.
"The game started again. Stoke City, who conceded another goal, gave up completely. With one less player, they directly changed the team formation. The role of 441 is only to prevent the Gunners' offense from penetrating."
Time was running out, and Arsenal's opponents had given up after the last goal, lying flat on the pitch, waiting for the moment when the game was over.
The referee did not disappoint the impatient fans. When the 1-minute stoppage time entered the last second, he directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.
"Shh~~~shhh!!!"
"With the whistle of the referee, the game is over! 4-0! This is a final with a disparity in score. Arsenal had a hearty victory at Wembley Stadium and ushered in the third championship trophy of the season!"
"boom!!!"
"We are the champions! We are the champions! Hohohooo!!!"
Once again, there were bursts of roars from the stands, and the shouting gun fans began to celebrate wildly.
We are champions, we are champions again, we are still champions!
All the champions that were unimaginable at the beginning of that season are flying into the bag one by one. This year is a dream that all Gunners fans will never want to wake up from.
The entire Wembley Stadium, at this moment, belongs only to tonight's champion.
Chapter 1 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
After the score difference was widened, the players of Stoke City did not have the previous timidity.
It may be that they have realized the fact that no matter how hard they try, it is impossible to beat the team in front of them, so they began to let themselves go.
"Interspersed and pulled, passed and penetrated, Stoke City played well after the kick-off."
Zhan Jun was also surprised by Stoke City's performance after the opening game.
"Looks like letting go of the burden has made it easier for the Stoke players and their fans started cheering for them again."
Loving this matter has nothing to do with strength, as long as you have something that can impress me, I am willing to cheer for you.
With this mentality, in this short period of time, the cheers of the Stoke City team finally surpassed that of the Gunners.
However, it was only for a short time.
In the 803rd minute of the game, Arshavin faced Rosicky's exquisite pass and chose to miss it directly.
"A very spiritual leak, and the defender against the czar did not have time to react at all."
With a bang, Arshavin cut open the back line of Stoke City. After a brief surprise, the momentum of the fans on both sides changed instantly.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Because the situation changed so quickly, the Gunners fans didn't even have time to shout enough slogans, they roared to cheer for Arshavin who dribbled the ball into the threat area.
This time, however, Arshavin's performance on behalf of the Gunners ended before it even started.
"Boom!"
A shovel came from the side and landed on the ankle of Arshavin who was caught off guard.
The next moment, the Tsar, who felt the severe pain, began to howl on the grass.
"Foul! Serious malicious foul! Huth's tackle was obviously aimed at someone, and players from both sides quickly gathered near the foul site."
When the score of the game has been so disparate that there is no suspense about the outcome of the game, there is almost no explanation for such a bad foul, saying that it was not intentional to vent anger.
Huth, surrounded and protected by his teammates, received a red card from the referee after being pushed away from Arshavin by the menacing Liu Feng and others.
Walking off the court without looking back, the defender neither said a word to his teammates nor communicated with his coach.
"Arshavin was carried off on a stretcher by the Gunners' team doctor and it looked like he was seriously injured."
Frowning and looking at the painful Tsar, Zhan Jun was very angry at such a tragic foul at this point in the game.
"Such a bad foul should not be just a red card. The Football Association is bound to impose additional penalties on Huth's intentional foul after the game."
The chaotic situation did not continue under the mutual restraint of the captains of the two sides. After the referee put the ball on the penalty spot to indicate that the Arsenal players could take a penalty kick, both teams restrained themselves.
"maple!"
The undisputed No. [-] penalty shooter, Liu Feng used his terrifying penalty kick rate this season to make all the goalkeepers standing in front of him feel desperate.
"Liu Feng stood in front of the penalty spot. Stoke City's goalkeeper Begovic was quite nervous, and the two looked at each other on the pitch."
He has already scored twice. If he scores this goal, Liu Feng will complete another hat-trick in this final.
No matter how you think about it, it is an extremely honorable thing.
And Super Maple, will this glory pass away from his feet?
"Shh!"
"A run-up, hit the door directly!!!"
"Oh!"
Simple, direct, and straightforward, the ball flew directly to the goal after being hit hard by Liu Feng's violent right foot.
Begovic, who was standing in front of the goal, was like a stake, and before he could make a save, the ball flew past him.
"Very strong volley to score the goal! The fast ball speed makes all angles meaningless, because the goalkeeper has no time to react, Liu Feng! Hat trick~~~~"
Zhan Jun's excited voice was heard by the fans surrounded in front of the TV along with the cheers of countless gun fans at Wembley Stadium.
At this moment, no one is not excited by Super Maple's demeanor.
On the pitch, Liu Feng, who scored the goal, was also unambiguous. Thinking of the painful appearance of his teammate Arshavin when he left the field, he could hardly control his emotions anyway.
"Roar!!!"
Running to the Stoke bench, roaring in the direction of the tunnel.
Everyone knew who Liu Feng was venting his dissatisfaction with, and all members of the Stoke City team, which was already four goals behind, just lowered their heads indifferently.
"There is no suspense anymore. The champion has been born. Afeng once again used his superb performance to win the team a championship trophy."
Three years without singing, a blockbuster, three years without flying, soaring into the sky.
From the youth team, to Serie B, to Serie A, to the Coppa Italia and now the Premier League.
Liu Feng's shortcoming of being criticized, the lack of personal super team results has been smoothed out by everything that happened this season.
Looking at Liu Feng who was worshiped like a god's mansion, Zhan Jun's eyes were shining with stars.
Those were crystal clear tears as a commentator seeing the superstars of his own country continue to perform wonderful performances on the world stage.
As for the Chinese fans in front of the TV, I don't know how many have been touched by this reality.
"The game started again. Stoke City, who conceded another goal, gave up completely. With one less player, they directly changed the team formation. The role of 441 is only to prevent the Gunners' offense from penetrating."
Time was running out, and Arsenal's opponents had given up after the last goal, lying flat on the pitch, waiting for the moment when the game was over.
The referee did not disappoint the impatient fans. When the 1-minute stoppage time entered the last second, he directly blew the whistle for the end of the game.
"Shh~~~shhh!!!"
"With the whistle of the referee, the game is over! 4-0! This is a final with a disparity in score. Arsenal had a hearty victory at Wembley Stadium and ushered in the third championship trophy of the season!"
"boom!!!"
"We are the champions! We are the champions! Hohohooo!!!"
Once again, there were bursts of roars from the stands, and the shouting gun fans began to celebrate wildly.
We are champions, we are champions again, we are still champions!
All the champions that were unimaginable at the beginning of that season are flying into the bag one by one. This year is a dream that all Gunners fans will never want to wake up from.
The entire Wembley Stadium, at this moment, belongs only to tonight's champion.
Chapter 1 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
