Dante used a bad foul move but failed to stop Alexander. Instead, he screamed and fell to the ground. Without his restraint, Alexander was finally able to comfortably dribble the ball straight to the goal.
Only Neuer was left between him and the goal.
With the momentum shown by Alexander at this moment, some people believe that he will blast Neuer into the goal with Neuer in the next second or directly knock the goal over with his foot.
Even Neuer himself was ready to be bombed, but he didn't expect that Alexander would just pick him up lightly.
The football jumped high, drew a brilliant rainbow-like parabola, passed over Neuer's head, and slowly fell into the goal behind him.
Not to mention the Bayern fans, even the domestic fans were fascinated by this contrast.
It's not like you can play with four ounces and a thousand pounds, brother...
Neuer was about to cry but had no choice but to accept the fact that he was scored twice by a newcomer.
The stands of the Emirates Stadium once again looked like deep-sea torpedoes being detonated. After the muffled sound, water sprayed from the sea.
"GOAL!!!!!! Alexander got rid of the defense of Lahm and Dante and broke through the gate guarded by Neuer with a spoon shot! He scored twice in his first appearance in the Champions League! Such a genius has always been in the spotlight. Alexander youth team is unknown and all the scouts in England should be hanged!"
"...Compared with the first goal, Alexander's second goal seemed quite easy and freehand. Of course, compared with the final result, the offensive process was not easy because of Dante's defensive actions. It's quite bad, it was an obvious move towards Alexander, but now Dante is still lying on the ground, and he looks quite painful..."
The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the midpoint.
Van Buyten ran over and said angrily: "Someone is injured. He should not continue to attack. This is immoral. This goal should be cancelled!"
He didn't say it was okay. As soon as he said the referee, he immediately went to Dante, who was still lying on the ground and wailed, and condescendingly showed him a topaz card.
Bayern couldn't believe their eyes. Heynckes even shouted a German curse angrily, but thinking about Dante's logging action just now, he couldn't find any excuse for the moment.
Wenger actually put it on now, he just stood there and clapped softly, and then put his hands in his pockets coolly, as if everything was childish, but whether it was the corners of his mouth that trembled slightly or the eyes that almost looked like The joy that was about to overflow the screen betrayed his mood completely.
Alexander fulfilled his mother's wish this time. He raised his right hand while trotting to the sidelines, and then pointed his index finger high into the sky.
Others did not pay attention to this ordinary celebration, but Hodgson, who did not even notice that the notebook fell to the ground, his eyes lit up after seeing it.
Little did the young people know that they, the old men, were all too familiar with this clichéd celebration.
This is Alan Shearer's signature celebration, and it is also Owen's main celebration in the later period.
These two were England's leading forwards in two periods respectively.
He didn't even notice that the progress bar had been manually dragged past "Should I recruit him?" and jumped directly to "Can I recruit him?"
If you don't want such a striker, who else do you want?
"Poor Dante, he even failed to stop Alex with a suicidal defensive move, but what we understand as 'suicidal defense' is that he has to use obvious foul moves to stop the offensive player even if he is sent off. The kind of 'suicide' that was stopped, not the kind of suicide that failed to hurt the other party even a little bit and ended up putting oneself on a stretcher."
After Ram was dunked, Dante, who was injured, also successfully left his mark in history.
The major fan groups have already exploded.
"Where's the GM? Come on! I want to report it! Someone is cheating. Just play football. Why is he still playing anti-A?"
"You can't even describe Dante if you steal the chicken but lose the rice, right?"
"Um, you couldn't build it, but you were killed? You couldn't steal the tower, but the crystals were demolished?"
Bayern inexplicably reduced its numbers, and Heynckes could only make the first substitution, with Boateng replacing the injured Dante.
Although this goal was not counted as Wilshere's assist, Alexander still thanked him emphatically. The small threat was quite self-aware. Most people would have lost the ball just now, and that was Alexander. His talent has made the impossible possible, so I humbly say that I didn't even do anything, it's all because of your awesomeness.
Walcott has some taste.
He assisted on the first goal, and it was much more difficult than this. Alexander didn't show any expression, and now he was thanking Wilshere for an ordinary pass?
It's too much. It's too much.
Alexander was not good at anything else, but his ability to observe people's emotions was first-class. Walcott's dissatisfaction was all written on his face. He used his toenails to figure out why.
But he still said nothing.
If you take this thing away, you will have a bodyguard in the national team from now on. Although Walcott's size may even be a problem for self-protection, he can't stand up to his high status in the world, and he can barely be a little brother.
Coupled with Wilshere, the left and right guardians were gathered together at once.
I have to say that Alexander is already a little drifting... But for one thing, if it were you, you would be drifting too, and maybe even worse.
The game continues.
After the score was tied, the momentum of both sides obviously changed. However, Bayern adjusted quickly and stabilized the rhythm after only two or three rounds. The two teams went back and forth, and the first half ended quickly.
The commentators from all over the world were discussing Alexander almost exclusively during the nonsense time between attacks.
Whether it is the overhead kick on Lahm's head or the shot scored after injuring Dante, they will be the favorites for the best goal in this round of the Champions League, and the goal scorer Alexander alone is among the many in front. The title of "First Time" has already firmly placed him as a favorite.
Not to mention off the court, even when entering the locker room, Bayern's players were curiously talking about the opponent who caught them off guard.
"Thomas (Mueller) has the same movement, Arjen (Robben) has the same speed, Mario (Gomez) has the same shooting skills?"
Hearing Araba's description, Ram curled his lips inadvertently, but soon realized that this action did not match his personality, so he quickly put it away.
His running position and speed are somewhat average, but his shooting skills...are you sure Gomez has such shooting skills?
On the other side, Alexander was naturally treated like a hero.
Before he even reached the sidelines, the audience in the stands were already shouting his name crazily.
There was a clever guy who didn't know whether he stole the lipstick from his mother or a girl. He temporarily wrote "11" on the back of his clothes. "11" also had "A.Smith" written on it, and he was frantically showing it to him. Look, he probably wanted Alexander to throw his authentic jersey to him.
When he reminded her, Alexander remembered that he had promised the little ball Girl to help her get Walcott's jersey.
I was still thinking about how to speak, but when I arrived at the door of the dressing room, I found "Lucky Julie" waiting there eagerly.
A burly security guard shrugged at him, "You can't drive away the one looking for trouble. If you ask, I can take her out by force."
The others immediately looked over. The left eye had "animal" written on it, and the right eyeball had "beast" written on it.
Alexander pulled Walcott over, then pushed towards Julie, "Your fans."
"No, no, no," Julie rebelled instantly, "I'm your fan! I want your jersey!"
"No! You're not!" Alexander pinched her cheek hard, then quickly dodged into the locker room, leaving a confused Walcott to clean up the mess.
After Walcott managed to get rid of the little girl with his signed jersey, Wenger quickly came to the door of the locker room, retracted the smile at the corner of his mouth, and forced a gloomy expression before walking in.
"Guys, I wasn't happy with your performance in the first half, I mean... everyone."
"Forehead..."
He didn't say that the last bit was okay. As soon as he said it, everyone knew that the old man was acting.
Damn, you scored two goals in your first appearance, and you're still "very dissatisfied"?
What a fool.
They were supposed to cooperate with him in his performance and could only choose not to see anything and endure it very hard.
After a lot of talking, the old man started to adjust his tactics, but no matter how much he adjusted his tactics, he couldn't make any difference. In the second half, everyone still played how they should.
Before taking the field, Wenger waved again, asking Alexander to stay.
"What's wrong, BOSS?"
"Well done, kid. You've done more than I could have imagined, but I think you can do even better... Well, do you know what I mean?"
"You thought I could only do 5, but you didn't expect that I did 8. Now you expect me to do 10?"
"It doesn't seem impossible to understand it this way..." Wenger nodded, "To put it simply, I hope you can score a hat trick, not only for the team, but also for yourself."
"Actually, I not only want to score a hat trick, but also score four , five , and six ..."
"Ha, then they'll kill you."
"Anyway, I don't want them to fall in love with me," Alexanderdao said. "There is an old saying: Do your best to fulfill your destiny. It means to do your best and leave the rest to God."
"Simple yet profound wisdom," Wenger nodded, "but I believe even more that when we do our best, even God will be on our side."
"Then I can only hope that God will take care of me," Alexander smiled.
"God has taken care of you enough. Try your best to be your best, child, and don't let your talents down."
"I will..." Alexander muttered and walked out of the locker room under the old man's admiring gaze, "For my talent."
At the beginning of the second half of the game, both sides played more cautiously and created few opportunities, which was far less intense than the first half.
The score was 2-2 in the first half. Anyone would have thought that the second half would be like Mars crashing into the earth. However, the passion and energy of both sides seemed to have been exhausted in the first 45 minutes. He didn't hit the ball into the opponent's penalty area many times.
Heynckes played his second card.
Robben went into battle and replaced Franck Ribery, who was in mediocre form today.
Peter Pan became famous in the Premier League. Arsenal couldn't help but feel a little scared when they saw him play. However, Wenger took a look at the bench and seemed to be unable to find any more outstanding players. If you come to confront him, you can only stand still for the time being.
As soon as Robben came on the field, he was like a wolf entering a group of two halves, directly revitalizing Bayern's offense.
Strictly speaking, between the two teams, only Robben and Franck Ribery can be called superstars. Unfortunately, Ribery had diarrhea today and everyone failed to feel the dominance of the absolute superstar. Now Robben As soon as it came up, Arsenal's defense was immediately in trouble.
Not only were the four defenders in a hurry, but Wilshere, Arteta and Cazorla could only survive by returning to defense with all their strength.
Only Walcott, Bordowski and Alexander are left in the frontcourt.
This lineup is quite suitable for counterattacks. Unfortunately, Arsenal now only defends and does not have any counterattacks. They are now missing one of their three guns. They can't have any entertainment if they want to. They can only play in the middle like three headless flies. Scrambling in the frontcourt.
Alexander is essentially just a forward. Without the help of midfielders and backcourts, no matter how good he is, he is just a five-star chef who cannot make a meal without straw.
When Wenger was still thinking about what would happen if Alexander was paired with a world-class midfielder off the court, Bayern scored again.
Robben made his signature cut inside and then pretended to hit the goal. After deceiving Mertesacker, he suddenly made a diagonal pass.
Lahm, who came up with an assist, received the ball on the right side of the penalty area and passed it in. The football flew towards Arsenal's goal.
Szczesny glanced at the road and did not choose to attack out of caution.
The football landed behind the goal, exactly where Sagna was. All the fans could not help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was about to be resolved. Who knew that this idiot actually turned the clearance into an assist...
"Robben broke through from the wing, changed direction inside, and passed to Lahm. Lahm passed the ball! Unfortunately, no one responded, and Sania made a big-footed clearance... Huh? What's going on? GOAL!!!! Sania The football kicked by Ya hit Mandzukic's calf, the football deflected and hung into the Arsenal door strangely!"
"A low-level mistake! An unforgivable low-level mistake! Wenger also has to bear some responsibility for this goal. Sagna's performance today was not up to standard, but until the 75th minute, Wenger has not yet replaced him. This It was the coach's oversight and dereliction of duty."
Several Bayern players rushed to the sidelines, and the players on the bench also rushed out. A group of people celebrated wildly at the Emirates Stadium.
Sania lowered her head and spat hard, with a look of reluctance on her face.
"2-3, Arsenal are behind again, they need a hero now! No matter who it is, as long as he can kick that damn football into the German goal, he will be Arsenal's savior today!"
"In the history of Arsenal's Champions League campaign, only four teams have been able to score three of their goals away from home, and now Bayern Munich has become the fifth! All thanks to Sagna..."
Alexander walked into the center circle for the fourth time today, preparing to serve.
At this time, Wenger seemed to have finally remembered that substitutions can be made in football matches, and quickly deployed his troops.
Cazor pulls down, Arshavin steps up.
Arteta exits, Rosicky enters.
Exit Sarnia, enter Zankinson.
"Arshavin, who is about to be 32 years old, and Rosicky, who is about to turn 33, will go into battle. Wenger chose experienced veterans at the critical moment! Every old man in the family is like a treasure. I hope Arshavin and Rosicky can use their experience to help Arsenal. Out of the woods!"
The two veterans really played a role in stabilizing the morale of the military.
Although Rosicky's physical condition is no longer as good as when he was young, his methodical command from the backcourt miraculously stabilized Arsenal's defense.
Arshavin and Walcott were on the left and right, trying to tear apart the defense through personal dribbling. Unfortunately, both Alaba and Lahm were quite stable, and they failed time and time again.
Time is passing by and the game is about to enter injury time.
Arshavin once again dribbled the ball forward, but Alaba and Xavi Martinez jointly destroyed the ball out of the boundary, and Arsenal received a foul ball.
Heynckes quickly used up the last substitution.
Exit Cross, enter Gustavo.
This was a matchup substitution, but Heynckes not only wanted to delay time, but also to allow Custavo, who was more defensively capable, to stifle any surprises.
But the surprise still came.
Wilshere quickly threw the ball, and Arshavin stopped the ball with his chest and directly passed the ball to Bordowski.
Bordowski stepped on the ball and immediately passed it quickly, looking for Alexander in front who had quietly got rid of Boateng's entanglement.
Boateng did not make Dante's mistake. He quickly followed Alexander as soon as he left his sight, but he was still half a step too late.
Bordowski seized the gap of less than half a second and pushed the ball in the direction of Alexander.
The timing was just right, but it was a pity that it was too powerful...
Alexander stretched his feet to the limit but failed to touch the football rolling in front of him. Lahm, who was always paying attention to him, immediately chased after him, preparing to kick the ball to Neuer in front of the goal.
"FXXK!"
The sound of the great British fans sounded in the stands, and Wenger couldn't help but lean back his upper body, with an expression on his face: "What the hell are you playing?"
Bordowski also smacked his lips in shame, and was about to give Alexander an apology gesture, but found that Alexander seemed to not know that the ball was too big, and had already chased Lahm quickly.
He was a full three meters away from Lahm, who was only more than one meter away from the football.
No matter how you look at it, it's all wasted effort.
But many old fans still instantly thought of Lahm's glorious deeds.
2008, European Cup final, Lahm, Torres...
A magical premonition appeared in everyone's hearts at the same time.
Could it be that Ram was going to be eaten alive again