Chapter 68 Elimination of Arsenal

When the fourth official held up the stoppage time sign on the sidelines, Arsenal's players didn't even have time to look at the number. The increasingly impatient Arsenal had completely given up everything and devoted themselves to attacking. All they were after was a goal. The ball, a very precious goal.

Of course, for Arsenal, who are aiming for a breakthrough in the league title and the Champions League, the League Cup is just an appetizer, and its importance is not as important as the FA Cup. Even if it loses, it doesn't matter, and no one is too sad. .

But since the game has reached this point, the significance of promotion has become irrelevant. The important thing is to score a goal to tie the score or even win the game. This is about honor, about dignity, and about each of them on the pitch. sweat.

In the final stoppage time, the players of Notts County all shrunk into the penalty area to defend, and even used a wall made of flesh to block Arsenal's shot. At this moment, there were no unnecessary distractions in everyone's mind. The only thing to do is to hold on to those last few minutes and win the game.

Ben Foster saved Henry's header, and then Carvalho blocked Parlour's shot in the penalty area with his calf. The next moment, it turned into a strong volley from Ljungberg. On Altintop, in a short period of time, Arsenal bombarded the goal of Notts County indiscriminately, and the Notts County players also blocked Arsenal's attack with their last physical strength and tenacious will.

David watched from the sidelines in a turbulent heart, and even had a feeling of tears in his eyes. Although the game was not a heart-wrenching game, it deeply touched his ignition and tears. This is his team!

The referee looked at the watch frequently, every player was exhausted, and the only thing supporting them in the battle was the desire to win.

After Meireles shoveled the ball from Ljungberg off the touchline, he didn't get up, he cramped.

Stop pretending, get up for me! The impatient Ljungberg didn't care so much. He thought that Meireles was lying on the ground on purpose to delay time, grabbed Meireles' arm and dragged him off the field.

Alonso trotted over and opened Ljungberg's hand, then lifted Meireles' foot to help him press his leg to relieve the pain caused by the cramp.

And Di Natale and Villa have also rushed over, shouting at Ljungberg: Go away, do you want to be beaten!

More and more players from both sides poured in. Although there was no extreme action, it was still indispensable to push and shove each other.

The referee ran over decisively and kept blowing the whistle to separate the crowd. He didn't want an accident at the end of the game.

Sir, he's just delaying time! Ljungberg kept complaining in front of the referee, but he still couldn't escape the yellow card penalty. Even if the Swedish fast horse accepted the penalty, he left with a murmur and expression. Unspeakable anger.

Wenger was furious on the sidelines, not only because Notts County was delaying time on the field, but also because of his gang of mindless players who were angry with the referee at this time, and did not look at the few seconds left. Now, there's time to go messing around, hurry up and make an attack, okay?

By the time the two sides were truly separated and the game could resume, the stoppage time had already passed.

The Notts County fans in the stands booed everywhere. No matter how many, they only knew that the stoppage time was over, and the referee still did not blow the whistle to end the game, so their boos were sent to the referee on duty.

Arsenal sent a throw-in and a long pass into the penalty area of ​​Notts County, but was picked up by Ben Foster. At this moment, everyone knew that the game was over.

Ben Foster held the football and looked at the referee. He found that the referee was still looking at his watch. Counting to 6 silently, the ball was driven high to Arsenal's half.

at this time,

The referee finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, two shorts and one long.

With a coax, the Meadow Lane Stadium turned into a volcano erupting under the sea, surging and violent, and the fans' shouts seemed to be able to break through the sky.

At the moment when the Notts County players blew the whistle, they were all excited like bulls in heat, running towards the home team's bench, and the players on the Notts County bench also threw off their towels and rushed in. On the court, all the players hugged each other, shouting wildly, in extreme hysteria, as if this was the only way to vent all the emotions in their hearts.

David and Love also hugged each other excitedly, incoherently, when the victory really comes, who can be calm!

Arsenal's players are very frustrated. It was Notts County, a team they didn't take seriously before the game, but they defeated themselves in the game and advanced to the semi-finals of the League Cup, while Arsenal themselves could only leave. This kind of strong contrast really makes them unacceptable in their hearts.

Arsenal captain Vieira adjusted his mood and began to fulfill his responsibilities as captain, comforting his teammates. Although he may have serious scars in his heart, he has never shown a tough guy like him.

David looked at Wenger absentmindedly on the sidelines, smiled and walked over with Loew.

Mr Wenger, I'm sorry that this game didn't allow Arsenal to advance as they wished, but I think this is also beneficial to Arsenal, so that you can concentrate on playing the league! David took the initiative to extend his hand and said with a smile. .

This sentence sounds ironic, but David really didn't mean to mock Wenger, it was just his innermost thoughts, because he is not very good at comforting people.

Wenger stared at David, but only found sincerity in David's expression.

Notts County's performance is worthy of this victory. I have to admit that you have done a very good job of restricting Arsenal. If you can maintain a good momentum of development, I am afraid that we old guys will have a headache in the future! Shaking his head with a wry smile, Wenger said to the two young people in front of him.

Wenger was born in 1949. Although he looks young, he is already 52 years old. Even though this age is definitely among the young and middle-aged among head coaches, it is still incomparable to the two young people in front of him.

Born in 1960, Loew is more than 10 years younger than Wenger. Even if the two are not coaches of a generation, it is suitable. As for David next to Loew, he is not even 30 years old. There is no comparison.

David and Loew smiled humbly. Although they wanted to communicate more with Wenger, they could tell from each other's expressions that Wenger was definitely not in the mood right now. After all, the team lost, which is human nature.

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