In the locker room, Wenger looked very serious and took the trouble to repeat the main tactics before starting to pour chicken soup for the soul.
"Guys, Tottenham is not an easy opponent to deal with. We can lose to any team, but we can't lose to Tottenham, otherwise the fans will kill us!"
"..." If Alexander remembers correctly, they have lost to Tottenham not once or twice. How come these people are still alive and well?
"Although some of you are playing derby for the first time, you should all know how cruel derby is. I don't have any experience to teach you. I just hope you remember one thing: you can't be weak!"
"Be brave and don't be afraid of physical confrontation! Don't expect the referee when you are violated. You have to resist it on your own and then retaliate fiercely!"
This is a very uneducated Wenger. Compared to the gentle and polite person in the past, today's Wenger looks more like a thug in a suit who is ready to break into other people's homes and loot them.
Not only was his tone ferocious, but his expression also had a hint of ferocity, which made people quite unfamiliar.
In the player tunnel, even the two childhood friends Walcott and Bell did not reminisce about old times. They even seemed to deliberately avoid contact, staying away from each other, let alone other people.
Alexander felt an atmosphere more suffocating than the Champions League, as if the air was filled with floating powder, and just a little open flame would blow the space where everyone was standing to pieces.
Arriving at the stadium, all kinds of murderous slogans came into view, and all kinds of cordial greetings poured in from the stands.
Only by truly immersing yourself in this atmosphere can you understand why the fans here place football at the highest level of their lives.
Because there are class and regional struggles here, family inheritance from generation to generation, and grudges that have been buried since the city was founded.
The fans of the home team seemed to have seen the enemy who killed their father, and they cursed every away fan from the bottom of their hearts.
From the 80-year-old man to the four-year-old brat, everyone yelled profanity and told the away team to die.
It's not that they are really that dark in their hearts, or that they really have that much hostility, or that they really hate that player, but that the tradition is there, the atmosphere is there, and everyone seems to be rushing to a game. A crazy party. Before the party even started, I had already worked hard to get myself drunk, and then I cheered and cursed with a group of strangers in the cold weather.
Everyone tacitly left the purest emotions to this green field, and frankly accepted the good, the bad, the things that caused myocardial infarction, and the hormones in the brain. Who said football is fucking round.
Alexander stood at the end of his team, and the opponent's center Adebayor was playing alongside him.
A true twenty-five-year-old.
He weighs 200 pounds, and 190 pounds is a bone-chilling one.
He loves money as much as his life. He once publicly declared that he would go to Antarctica to play football for money. He also ran 100 meters just to celebrate by sliding on his knees at the nearest place to the fans of his former club. He once almost went bankrupt because he had to feed dozens of weirdos in his hometown. Relative, he was despised and reviled by the people of his own country because he showed off his mansion and cars every day and was unwilling to give the slightest help to the motherland in crisis.
His career has taken him to Monaco, Arsenal, Manchester City and Real Madrid, but no fans of any team really care about him.
He looked at Alexander, with a smile on his lips that he probably didn't even understand what it meant, "I heard that the old man likes you very much?"
"It's not bad," Alexander shrugged, "Excellent people never lack people to like them."
"Fuck you, I've seen it. You will be miserable in the future, and you won't end well if you hang out with him." Adebayor let out a sigh of disdain, "He also liked me very much before. What now?"
"Now?" Alexander made a puzzled expression, "Why does he like trash now?"
Adebayor's expression froze and he clenched his fists, "Who do you think is a hot chick?"
"you guess."
Alexander left him with a gentle smile. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see his fist raised. He could only follow Wilshere into the stadium in disappointment.
People outside didn't know that there had been preliminary friendly exchanges between the two forwards, and the commentators were still holding on to the issue between Wenger and Bell.
"When Wenger took Theo Walcott and Oxlade-Chamberlain away from the Southampton training camp, he turned a blind eye to Gareth Bale, the most outstanding graduate of the Southampton training camp. I wonder if he has any regrets now. , and does Bell have the urge to prove something to the professor..."
"Both sides played exactly the same 4-2-3-1 formation.
Let's take a look at Tottenham Hotspur's lineup first.
Goalkeeper: 25-Lori;
Defenders: 28-Walker, 20-Dawson, 5-Vertonghen, 32-Héctor;
Midfielder: 19-Dembele, 8-Parker;
Midfielder: 7-Lennon, 22-Sigurdsson, 11-Bale;
Forward: 10-Adebayor.
Arsenal basically used the starting XI from the last game against Aston Villa. Wenger only used Ramsey to replace Diaby who was injured in the calf, but Wilshere was mentioned in the attacking midfield. field location.
Goalkeeper: 1-Szczesny;
Defenders: 25-Jenkinson, 4-Pertesacker, 5-Vermaelen, 17-Monreal;
Midfielder: 16-Ramsey, 8-Arteta;
Midfielder: 14-Walcott, 10-Wilshere, 19-Cazorla;
Forward: 11-Alexander. "
Tottenham kicked off first.
Adebayor stood in the center circle and stared at Alexander like a real beast.
Alexander put his left hand on his hips, put his right hand on his thigh, and vaguely hooked his index finger at him.
Come if you have the guts.
The whistle sounded, and after receiving the pass, Adebayor really rushed towards Alexander with the ball.
Alexander had nothing to be polite about, and immediately fell to the ground and started to shovel.
He originally thought he was fast enough, but he didn't expect anyone to be as ruthless as him.
Just as he fell to the ground and stretched his feet, Wilshere next to him also made the same move, and it was more slippery than him.
Wilshere was farther away and a little slower, but he hit the target almost at the same time, knocking Adebayor to the ground with the ball.
As soon as the referee put down the whistle, he quickly picked it up, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.
"Beep!"
"Wow~~"
"Two hotties, executioners!"
"Hahaha, just like that, kick that Judas to death!"
"This... Arsenal committed a foul just in the first second after kick-off. Former Arsenal player Adebayor was tackled to the ground by Wilshere and Alexander."
What's embarrassing is that Adebayor was already rolling on the ground, and no one from Tottenham came forward to take a look.
Everyone looked at the referee, waiting for his decision.
The referee looked at Wilshere, then at Alexander, took out a yellow card and raised it high towards the small threat.
Wilshere: "..."
Why is he targeting me? I'm just an accomplice!
Alexander didn't know how to explain to him for a while.
After all, Wilshere does not have his good looks, and some things that seem strange to him are indeed difficult for others to understand...
"It unfolded unexpectedly. Just one second into the game, an Arsenal player received a yellow card... Huh? Judging from the slow motion, it seems that it was Alexander who knocked down Adebayor... Wilshere This card is a bit unfair to you..."
Now that the blame has been taken, Wilshere can only admit it.
He stretched out his small fist and punched Alexander's chest, "You owe me once."
On the other side, Adebayor covered his face and screamed for a long time. When no one paid attention to him, he could only stand up. But when he heard Sigurdsson said that the yellow card was only given to Wilshere, he immediately exploded. .
He rushed to the referee with everyone looking at him inexplicably, "Wrong! Wrong! No, that's right... There should be two yellow cards, no, one red card... That Red-headed boy, he shoveled me, he You should get a red card!"
The referee didn't know what was wrong with this guy. He pushed him but didn't push him. He could only explain: "I saw it. He made a really big move, but it was No. 10 who shoveled you, and No. 11 kicked the football. "
"Damn it, size 10, it's obviously size 11, how tall are you...you saw it wrong anyway!"
"Now, go back to your place and don't waste everyone's time!"
"Really...I wiped it!?"
The referee took out the topaz card again...
"Well, Adebayor seemed very dissatisfied with the result of the penalty just now. He was a little emotional and was given a yellow card by the referee."
Tottenham fans were speechless.
What the hell is going on?
Adebayor was stunned until he was pulled aside by his teammates. He seemed to think that one yellow card was not enough and wanted to rush forward to get another one.
Tottenham coach Villas-Boas on the sidelines was going crazy.
He finally felt Mourinho's pain.
Mourinho has never been submissive to anyone in his life. The only one who has been submissive is Balotelli. And Villas-Boas has seen many people in big scenes. Now he is stunned by Adebayor. No temper at all.
Wenger was even more impressed with Alexander.
Not to mention that Alexander didn't get this yellow card, even if he did, it was worth it.
Arsenal has sent away many players, and many have had conflicts with fans, but when it comes to what fans hate the most, Adebayor is definitely number one.
Alexander is now the replacement for all Gunners fans. Everyone loves him to death, but now, the "next Henry" is confirmed.
Wenger applauded and marveled, and muttered a string of French words. Translated, it should be... "This kid can cause trouble."
After more than three minutes of commotion for a long time, the game could finally start again.
Spurs serve.
Dembele made a long pass and hit the ball directly to the left to find Bell.
Bell was being closely guarded by Jenkinson, and he deliberately passed the ball ahead of time, giving Bell room to rush up and get the ball.
Bell's speed increased, and Jenkinson couldn't hold him back. He watched helplessly as Bell rushed past him and took away the football with his left foot.
Arteta hurried over to cover up the defense. As soon as he got close, he made a sliding tackle similar to Alexander's, but Bell accelerated and passed by.
The ball was a bit too big and almost rolled to the feet of Vermaelen. The Gunners captain was about to take two steps forward to clear the ball, but Bale unexpectedly came first and blasted the football away in front of him.
The football flew straight to the left side of the goal. Before Szczesny could make a save, Mertesacker took the lead and blocked the ball with his body regardless of his own safety.
"pretty!"
Szczesny praised the ball and quickly made a big save before Adebayor's follow-up shot.
When the football came to the center circle, Wilshere jumped high and tipped the ball to Alexander.
As soon as Alexanderg turned sideways to pick up the ball, Sigurdsson came forward.
He swayed from side to side continuously, but Sigurdsson was as steady as a rock. He had no choice but to play one-two with Wilshere. But just after Sigurdsson received Wilshere's counterattack behind him, full-back Ek Tuo immediately stood in front of him.
Alexander quickly changed direction, flicked the ball sideways, and walked to the side.
Héctor followed him closely without moving, forcing him to go outside.
Alexander had no choice but to push the ball hard and accelerate to get rid of him. But when he really got rid of Hector, the ball was already reaching the bottom line.
Alexander originally wanted to put the ball on the baseline, let himself throw it out, then turn around and pass it to Wilshere to slowly organize, but out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a red and white figure rushing into the penalty area.
There was no time to think about it, so he quickly rubbed the back of his foot against the football.
The football flew toward the goal, and Alexander himself fell out of the baseline.
He stood up numbly and looked in the direction of the goal.
The football went over Dawson's head and landed behind the goal.
Like a little tiger descending from the mountain to look for food, Walcott jumped suddenly before the football was about to fly past his eyes, and flew directly into the goal with the ball.
0-1.
"GOAL!!!!! Bell completed the first shot of the game, but the ball was blocked by Arsenal's defender with his body. Alexander quickly dribbled the ball from the wing and made a pass to help Walcott open the scoring! Game In less than five minutes, Arsenal knocked on Tottenham's door!"
In the studio of Xinlang Sports, Zhan Jun clapped his hands together and started speaking casually.
"Alexander passed the ball, Walcott leapt forward, and the ball went in!!! As we all know, Arsenal has one who is tall and one who is fast. Well, it's just that Alexander is fast and Walcott is tall."
Alexander was really fast, but his speed was like a younger brother to Walcott, and Walcott was... really not that high.
This guy's official height is 1.76 meters, which is considered to be above average among ordinary people, but on the football field, especially among the defenders with many tall people, he is just a dwarf.
Walcott was lying in the Tottenham goal, shaking his head before waking up. After getting up, he immediately rushed towards Alexander like crazy.
Alexander stood there, opened his arms, and caught the flying Cerebellar Ax.
Lori walked into the door and depressedly slapped the football lying in the door hard.
Of course he couldn't have imagined that his nightmare today had just begun...