Although the Emotional Stadium can only accommodate 25,000 people, precisely because the stadium is small and the space is even more 'narrow', the sounds formed are more real, like shouting in people's ears very close at hand,
It just gives people the aura of sharing the same hatred with the enemy, which is frightening.
"Xiao, it's really scary here." With big sunglasses, long flaxen golden brown hair tied up, a white sleeveless T-shirt, and black tight jeans, Avril leaned forward, resting her right elbow on Xiao Ge's thigh, holding her cheek.
I spit out the small cloves and felt quite a bit.
"Haha, yes, it's not worse than Highbury. It's definitely more fun to play football down there than to sit up here."
Xiao Ge also wore sunglasses. He did not make the squad, nor did he stay in London. Instead, he followed the team to the Love Song Stadium to watch the game. He was a little regretful that he could not be given a rest by Wenger. Playing in such an atmosphere, think about it,
I feel a little excited in my heart, but I can't see people for the time being, after all, my eyes are still bruised.
"Xiao, are you bored with me?" Avril tilted her little head, showed off her face, and looked at Xiao Ge. Her tone was ethereal, neither coquettish nor angry, extremely normal, but a little inexplicably arrogant.
"No way, haha, don't think about it, I can't wait to do it." Xiao Ge quickly hugged Avril. The longer he stayed with Avril, the more he felt the spirituality of this ghost and the more helpless and warm he felt.
"Well, let's watch the game." Avril nodded as she should, her eyes fell on the court again, and she leaned gently against Xiao Ge's side.
"Haha, I listen to you." Xiao Ge smiled bitterly and nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and returned his eyes to the field.
Xiao Ge's eyes were quickly attracted by Villarreal's attack.
Villarreal's offense did not slow down because of the temporary deviation, and continued to launch waves of attacks against Arsenal.
"Come on, Venta!"
"Throw it into the restricted area!"
"Blow them up!"~~~
In the tenth minute of the game, Arsenal's left wing was penetrated by Villarreal again. Venta sent a throw-in, and Senna received the ball from the left wing. He dunked first, then quickly passed by, pressing Flamini.
Behind him, after a gap appeared, the high point came out again.
"Get out there, Sol (Campbell)!!!"
"Grab some, grab some!!!"
"Fran!!!"~~~
In an instant, the Love Song Stadium became agitated again with this high ball, and everyone's eyes were suddenly fixed on Arsenal's penalty area.
Arsenal fans were relieved, because the one who grabbed the header was their big black man, Campbell, and the one competing with him was Forlan, who had weak jumping ability and was not very tall.
But things went wrong. Campbell and Forlan were only focused on fighting for the top, but they missed the opportunity to grab the point. When Campbell pinned Forlan tightly under him, the ball flew directly over his head and went over.
!!!
"Franco!!!"
"Grab it!!!"
"Damn it, no!!!"
~~~
The mood of the entire stadium changed instantly, and all Villarreal fans stared at the figure of No. 99 who rushed up.
Toure never thought that Campbell would go up. He just stepped forward to make a clearance, but there seemed to be a tornado coming from beside him. He couldn't hold back and watched as the opponent's head hit the ball hard.
There is a muffled sound of "bang" and a crisp sound of "dang".
“Hoo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho.”
"No!"
"Damn it!"
"go***!"
"What the hell?!"
"God, this is our home court!"~~~~~
The entire Love Song Stadium fell into a huge cry of regret. Franco's header went wide again, and this time it hit the crossbar.
Franco kicked the goal hard in annoyance. Lehmann also felt that he was a little miserable, lightly patted his shoulder and kicked off.
"**!!!"
This time Pellegnelli used swear words directly. If these two goals could be scored, his team would have scored two goals in the first ten minutes and regained the series. However, he was unlucky to have them score consecutively.
Missed it twice.
'Did my luck really end here? No, if you enter one, you will definitely have a chance if you enter one in the first fifteen minutes.'
"Attack! Overwhelm them completely!!!"
With his thoughts in mind, Pellegnelli once again issued an order to his team members to charge with all their might.
Wenger, who was as serious as water, immediately made a tightening gesture towards Fabregas after the ball, indicating that his midfielders must clamp down on the midfielder and control the ball. Wenger wanted to use the ball to control the midfielder.
to delay the progress of the game.
"Snatch it, grab it!!!"
"Come on, rush on!!!"
"Foul, foul!!!"
"Shhhhhhhhhhh"
"He dived, he dived!!!"
~~~
In the following game, the players from both sides thoroughly implemented the requirements of Pellegnelli and Wenger. The competition between the two sides was fierce. The entire Love Song Stadium was filled with endless roars. No one dared to look aside.
I am deeply afraid of missing any wonderful moment.
The advancement of the midfield and interception have become the focus of the game. Villarreal hopes to open up the opponent's gap through the transition of the midfield, while Arsenal plays the control of the midfield. In this way, strength and technology
Confrontations are constantly taking place on the field.
Villarreal's players seemed to be going crazy. They pushed forward as soon as they got the ball and only reorganized when they saw no chance. The rhythm of passing and cutting was fast and precise, forcing Arsenal's defense time and time again.
Arsenal's resilience has been tempered for nearly a season, but it is not so easy to collapse. After the two frightening crises, Arsenal's defense was also focused on defusing the opponent's offensive time and time again.
Arsenal's offense did not give up. After taking the ball in the midfield, they would pass through balls from time to time and hit the opponent behind, stabbing Villarreal's ribs like a bayonet.
If Arsenal's midfield and frontcourt players hadn't focused on defense and controlling the ball, and Henry was in poor condition, Arsenal's counterattack might have been successful, but even so, the opponent's defense was under pressure
Too great.
The rhythm of the game was quite tight. Villarreal immediately started another wave after one failed attempt, while Arsenal's passing to each other was also exquisite, and the sudden passing was equally precise and unexpected.
The situation on the field was extremely tense.
"Huh!" "Hey!" "Ah!" ~~~ The sound of exclamation and regret lasted for a long time.
In the fifteenth minute of the game, Henry suddenly shot a cold shot from outside the penalty area, which missed the post and made everyone sweat.
Following Villarreal's immediate counterattack, Riquelme picked up a pass, and Senna entered the penalty area and passed the ball, but Toure broke it before Forlan did, making Arsenal fans frightened again.
In the 21st minute, Solin's low pass almost gave Silva an own goal. If Lehmann hadn't been so focused, Silva's clearance would have gone directly into his own net.
.
~~~~
"Damn, damn, come in, come in!!!"
The players on the field were highly focused on the game and did not remember the time, but Pellegnelli did not. He kept checking the time. It was almost half an hour. His team had not opened up the situation. Pellegnelli
My heart sank again.
"Damn, time is so slow!"
Xiao Ge and Arsenal fans were the same. They were also staring at the time and kept talking about it. The opponent played very openly in this game. Although the opponent's chance of catching up was very small, but the opponent played like this, there are all possibilities.
ah.
"Xiao, you guy, please be quiet, and you have to trust them."
Seeing Xiao Ge's nervous look, Avril couldn't help but hold his hand, as if to soothe Xiao Ge's nervous mood, but it was still firm, and she felt somewhat resentful in her heart.
For Avril, who doesn't like football, the only one who can make her pay attention is Xiao Ge. Now that Xiao Ge is by her side, she will naturally not pay attention to it. What's more, in the world of two people, her sweetheart only pays attention to other places and ignores herself.
Of course Avril was reluctant.
"Okay, baby, I'm worrying too much." Xiao Ge heard Avril's tone and knew that he had ignored her several times just now, which made Avril reluctant. He quickly took Avril's small hand and rubbed it carefully.
Comfort her little mood.
"Foul, foul!!!"
"Penalty kick, penalty kick!!!"
"Goal, goal!!!"
“This is our home court!!!”
~~~
At this time, words such as 'penalty kick' and 'foul' suddenly sounded in Xiao Ge's ears. Xiao Ge was shocked and immediately turned his head and looked at the situation on the field, only to realize that Arsenal had been awarded a penalty kick.
Arsenal was quite unlucky, or rather it was Flamini. In the 33rd minute of the game, Franco took the ball from the left side of Arsenal and suddenly entered the penalty area. Flamini came to block it immediately and fought for it.
In the middle, Flamini's body couldn't resist the opponent. He stumbled, his supporting leg was not firmly planted, and he fell directly in the penalty area. However, his hand was still pulling Franco, and just like that, he took advantage of the situation and pulled Franco directly.
, Ivanov's whistle sounded immediately.
There was silence, and the Love Song Stadium suddenly became quiet. When Riquelme stood at the penalty spot, all the Villarreal fans shut up and looked at the field without blinking. There was a lot of kindness.
He put his hands to his mouth involuntarily, fearing that he would disturb Riquelme's free throw by making a sound. Some people even made a prayer gesture.
Pellegnelli had already rushed to the sidelines, staring at the ball without blinking, and he didn't even know it because his palms were sweaty.
The Villarreal players have all gathered together, and they are also unwilling to blink. They are too eager to score a goal. This is their home court, and they are proud of it.
Riquelme was equally nervous and couldn't help but lick the tip of his tongue. With a habitual grimace, his eyes glanced at Lehmann and then focused on the ball.
"Beep~~~"
The whistle sounded and the body moved. Riquelme instantly raised his leg and made a quick push.
Lehmann was equally nervous. The opponent's footwork was among the best in the world. However, following Riquelme's look, his heart calmed down. The moment Riquelme made a move, Lehmann moved like a rabbit.
, save.
Riquelme's eyes were still melancholy, just like the one he looked at Lehmann before, but with a lot more bitterness, as his ball was blocked by the opponent.
What he didn't know was that it was those melancholy eyes that gave Germany's current number one goalkeeper Lehmann confidence. Human psychology is very strange, and Riquelme might have been defeated by his melancholy eyes.
"Great, great, well done, Jens!" Seeing Lehmann save the penalty kick, Xiao Ge raised his arms and shouted. This side is a bit heavy, so change to the other side and shout again.
"Are you okay?" Avril asked quietly, resisting the pain in her hands.
"Ah? Oh! Avril, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. Blow, does it hurt?"
In a blink of an eye, Xiao Ge saw Avril's hand still in his. He knew how excited he was just now and how powerful he was. He quickly let go, only to find that Avril's hand had become red and there were traces of nirvana.
It even buckled a little, like it was shrinking into a restricted area. It was obviously because I had pinched it too hard.
Seeing Avril looking at him stubbornly and silently reproving, Xiao Ge felt even more distressed. He quickly hugged Avril to his side and gently stroked her little hands. He felt that he could not make up for his guilt and couldn't help but let go.
He blew it on his lips, and finally kissed Avril Lavigne's palm, secretly looking at Avril Lavigne. If the volcano got angry, he would really have no peace at home.
"It's disgusting, disgusting."
Avril could hear his guilt and pity for her, and felt a numbness in his palms. The intimate movements and tender touches made Avril's heart sweet and sour, and most of her complaints disappeared in an instant. When she thought of this, it was still a few
In a place with thousands of people, I felt a little shy. I couldn't help but take out my hand and felt something moist in the palm of my hand. I rubbed the shame on Xiao Ge's body and gave him an angry look.
"Haha, baby, aren't you angry anymore? Does it hurt?" Xiao Ge looked at her cute little face and couldn't help but hug her waist, still caring about her catkins.
"Are you not nervous anymore?" Avril asked with a sincere smile, shaking her head, holding Xiao Ge's face with both hands, and raising the corners of his mouth.
"You're so kind." Xiao Ge looked at her little movements, and his heart seemed to be filled with something, so sweet that he couldn't help but hug her tightly.
"It's good to know." Avril turned her hook into a knot and bit Xiao Ge's ear.
The warm beauty is naturally captured by those who pursue aesthetics.
As Riquelme missed the penalty, Pellegrini knew that his team's situation was over and they could no longer counterattack.
The Villarreal players were no longer so energetic. After the start of the second half, there was no longer a violent and rapid offensive wave like the first half. Although the offense was still there, it was less bloody.
Arsenal, on the other hand, defended more and more steadily, not giving Villarreal any chance. The second half of the game was uneventful. The game was not as intense as the first half, and the blood and passion faded away.
“ioanwhosailedtosea,
aoldusofhislife,
ndofsubmarines,
sowesailedofftothesun,
..."
The yellow submarine is still dancing, and the yellow ocean is constantly undulating. Only the fans of Villarreal do not give up, and the Beatles' song that is popular in Europe is still being sung.
"Beep~beep~beep~~"
With Ivanov's two short and one long whistles, the 2005-06 European Champions Cup semi-finals, Villarreal's home game against Arsenal ended, zero to zero, neither side was able to break through the opponent's goal.
door.
"Papa papa papa"~~~~
Although the Villarreal fans were disappointed, they still gave a long round of applause.
Before this game, they all knew that their team had no hope of entering the Stade de France. This game only confirmed it. Moreover, their team's combat effectiveness in this game also made them very satisfied. They achieved
Their achievements are enough to make them proud, so they will not be stingy with their praise.
"Congratulations."
"You guys fought well."
"I hope I will have a chance to compete with you next time."
~~~~~
Villarreal's players generously showed their kindness to the Arsenal players. Although they felt extremely uncomfortable, they still showed the attitude of professional players.
"Coach Wenger, your team is very good. I wish you good luck in France."
"Well, thank you, you played very well, they are good enough."
Wenger finally smiled for the first time in the game and shook hands with Pellegrini.
"France we are coming!!!"
"Promoted, promoted!!!"
"Champion, champion, we want the champion!!!"~~~~~
Compared to the rational Villarreal fans, the Arsenal fans couldn't support it anymore and roared crazily.
"It's over, it's over, baby, this game is over, we've advanced to the next round, great, great, let's go down, go away, go away."
Hearing the whistle, Xiao Ge and all the Arsenal fans jumped up. Xiao Ge couldn't help but hug Avril, kissed her hard, and rushed towards his team with Avril without any care.
Rushed towards the locker room.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa"
"Hoo yeah, hoo yeah!!!"
"Baby, I'm coming!!!"
"Arthur, we are going to your country!!!"
“Great, great!!!”
"St. Bradford Cup, here we come!!!"
"We did it, we did it!!! Hahahaha!"
"Go to France, go to France!!!"
"Come on, come on, hahaha, we are invincible!!!"
~~~~~
Rushing back to the away dressing room, Pat specially brought out the champagne he brought. The entire Arsenal was thrown into a huge celebration, spraying, hugging, high-fiving~~~, the entire Arsenal team members hugged and celebrated together, those
The young generals were all waving their arms, beating their chests, and screaming one after another.
"Honey, I...we did it!"
Henry called his family with a slightly choked voice, his eyes were red. This was the first time in his career that he had entered the Champions League final. It was under his own leadership that he brought Arsenal to the Champions League final. For this champion, he had been unable to qualify for Europe for a long time.
This is the best breakthrough for the top striker of Footballer of the Year and World Footballer of the Year.
The entire Arsenal dressing room was in chaos at this time. Wenger was also full of passion, with a hint of mist in his eyes. He understood the mood of all Arsenal people at this time and tried his best to let the players release some excitement first.
"Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka"~~~~~
From the stadium to the dressing room, those reporters did not miss any picture of Arsenal, capturing all the joy of the first team to qualify for the Champions League, but they soon discovered that something was missing.
