Chapter 519 The Long Night Has Come

Arsenal suffered their biggest defeat since the club was founded.

Premier League, League Cup, FA Cup, Champions League.

Even if all the games were added together, we didn't lose this badly.

At the Emirates Stadium, they lost by a full eight goals, 0:8!

Zhao Yi scored six goals in this game, breaking the FA Cup single-game goal record.

The eight-goal difference is also the biggest net loss by a top league team in the history of the FA Cup.

Arsenal not only made history for the team, but also for the FA Cup.

In the final stages of the game, the fans who were able to stay at the Emirates Stadium could no longer stand.

They couldn't shout anymore.

They were left with only deep despair.

The Arsenal fans who held banners and cursed Zhao Yi as a traitor had already left the stadium.

They are at home now, cursing on the Internet, but they are not cursing Zhao Yi, but the professor.

In the drizzle, Professor Wenger, with trembling hands, turned slowly.

That desolate back figure makes people feel heartbroken.

The era of Wenger is long gone.

It’s just that Wenger is unwilling to give up and wants to continue to support this Arsenal team.

It was drizzling and the camera was focused on the field.

Zhao Yi looked up at the sky and found that the sky in London was the same as that in Manchester.

It's blue.

It is Manchester City's light blue, not Chelsea's dark blue.

The amount of rain at the Emirates Stadium suddenly changed.

The drizzle continued and turned into heavy rain like a pearl curtain.

The few remaining fans left the Emirates Stadium wearing raincoats.

The England players had long since adapted to this kind of weather and they walked towards the player tunnel at a leisurely pace.

Zhao Yi let out a breath, stood in the heavy rain for a while, and walked towards the player tunnel.

The Emirates Stadium has changed.

London has also changed.

The entire Premier League and the whole of Europe are about to change.

The long night has arrived.

From now on, in every game, I will perform my duties conscientiously and give my best.

No effort is spared, no mercy is shown.

I am the sword on the field, breaking down the rock-hard defense.

I am the team's defender, defending against waves of attacks.

I will awaken the fighting spirit of my teammates and fulfill the wishes of my fans.

I will strive for honor and wear the crown.

I will be the glory and the faith.

A new era, a new football world.

It is like this today, every month, and every year.

Zhao Yi walked to the public interview area and met a reporter.

He would not accept interviews from reporters in the past.

He doesn't like to listen to other people's praise in front of the camera.

This would cause him some embarrassment.

He doesn't like to talk about his performance, as if it would be like bragging every time.

Now that he has become the captain of Manchester City, he should face everything bravely.

Praise, cater to, abuse, question.

Everything. Everything.

"Hi, Super Super Zhao!"

"Hi!" Zhao Yi was still wet and felt a little uncomfortable.

"You set some records today. What do you want to say?" The beautiful reporter was a little excited. She wanted to interview Zhao Yi several times before, but Zhao Yi ran away and didn't give her a chance.

This time, she got her chance.

"Creating these records is unforgettable, and for some players, they may not get such data in their entire career.

But for me, it’s not that difficult.”

Zhao Yi looked at the reporter and then at the camera.

The beautiful reporter opened her mouth and looked at Zhao Yi with a look in her eyes.

"So I didn't feel that excited, I just did what I should do in every game, play the ball, assist my teammates, and then find an opportunity to put the ball into the goal.

I don't attribute this kind of thing to luck.

I think I might be… I should be… I’m sure I’m a notch above the other players.”

“Um… I didn’t expect you to say that, but I’m sure what you said is true.

I love you more than before, and now I love you like this." The reporter's beautiful eyes were already wired.

"Will I be too hurtful to others by saying this?" Zhao Yi felt something was wrong and asked involuntarily.

But this problem will make the players who see it even more annoyed.

This is called taking advantage of others.

In the entire football world, only Cristiano Ronaldo could say this.

"Of course not, everything you said was true, I didn't expect you to be such a vocal player.

Like I said, I love how confident, brave, and domineering you are.

I believe that more people will like you because you are straightforward and real! "

"Thank you, you are also a beautiful and honest woman."

honest?

The reporter was very surprised by this evaluation.

"Do you think you'll win the FIFA World Player of the Year award?"

Zhao Yi thought about it seriously.

"Of course I think I deserved the World Player of the Year award.

There is nothing to complain about my performance.

but……

I thought I would win the Ballon d'Or! You know what happened.

I just don’t think it’s any use.”

"I also believe you can win the World Footballer of the Year award."

The beautiful reporter gave Zhao Yi a blessing.

Zhao Yi stretched out his arms. The beautiful reporter was stunned for a moment, then she reacted.

She raised the microphone and hugged Zhao Yi tightly.

"Can I keep your jersey?" the beautiful reporter asked in a low voice away from the microphone.

"of course."

As soon as Zhao Yi left the mixed interview area, the beautiful reporter handed the microphone to her colleague.

He stopped working and quickly ran out of the camera to catch up with Zhao Yi.

Originally, Walcott wanted to exchange jerseys with Zhao Yi.

However, Zhao Yi really didn't give any face to Arsenal and beat them badly. Walcott had neither the mind nor the courage to change his jersey.

If Arsenal fans saw this, wouldn't they block his door and curse him?

The beautiful reporter got the jersey she had longed for, and also gave her contact information to Zhao Yi, hoping that Zhao Yi would contact her after the game.

"I'm not a reporter from London, I'm a reporter from Manchester," the beautiful reporter added.

Tell Zhao Yi that you don’t have to worry about the distance.

Zhao Yi put away the contact information and returned to the locker room.

That night, he returned to Manchester with the team.

Because in two days, all the players in Manchester will charter a plane to the FIFA headquarters.

If we stayed in London for one more day, time would be even tighter.