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Chapter 913 Leader

"Wilshere caught the ball with his back, unloaded the ball smoothly, and got rid of it directly to the left. He opened the position with De Jong, turned around and played the ball in one go!"

In terms of short pass coordination, the Arsenal players were really not afraid of anyone. When Wilshere sent the ball away, another midfielder, Xiaofa, came directly to the point of receiving the ball.

"Xiaofa got the ball and continued to push David Silva back to the defense quickly. He directly tried to reach out to La Fabregas. This is a tactical foul."

Seeing Silva's action, Zhan Jun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that because of Manchester City's aggressive attack, there were only five defensive forces in the Blue Moon's half at the moment, and a tactical foul was indeed a reasonable approach.

However, Xiaofa did not mean to be forced to draw at all. He made a choice immediately after feeling the huge pull on his left jersey.

"Oh~, don't look at the pass, the ball was passed by Xiaofa to his right rear, there is Alexander Song following up, Alexander Song followed up and met the ball and directly kicked!"

"Oh!"

Not only is there a short pass to cooperate with, but the Gunners are also very good at utilizing the range of the court. Alexander Song's pass flew directly from the right back of the court to the left front.

That's right, the target of this pass was Liu Feng.

"The ball flew in the direction of A Feng. At this moment, he was following the veteran Bridge. He unloaded the ball directly from his chest and unloaded the ball to the front of the two of them. Liu Feng started it directly!"

One old and one young, there was a huge gap in the starting speed. Liu Feng's amazing explosive power caused Bridge, who was barely following him before, to lose his position in an instant.

"Succinct cut inside, A Feng's spike is very superb, he dribbles the ball horizontally and walks towards the middle!"

A right-angle fake body, moving with the ball, Liu Feng rushed towards the running Kompany in the next moment, but just when the two were about to face each other, the ball was pushed to the direction parallel to the penalty area line by one of the dunks again.

"Step forward with the left foot, follow up with the right foot, Afeng chose to hit the door directly!!!"

"Oh!"

It was another powerful long-range shot. The only difference is that this time Liu Feng really exhausted all his strength.

After the ball left his feet, it soared up, like a crescent moon scribing graceful traces in the air.

However, at the end of the crescent moon, a burly figure appeared again, and the quick-witted Joe Hart once again judged the right direction and made a save.

"The ball is about to meet Hart. The goalkeeper's jumping ability is quite amazing. He hugged the ball with both hands. A Feng's shot will be..."

"Shh!"

"The ball was missed! The ball was missed!!! Hart's movement of holding the ball with both hands was a beat slower, and the ball flew into the goal from between his hands against the goal post!!!"

Zhan Jun was really happy this time, and he couldn't help but smile when he shouted afterwards: "This is the second time, facing Afeng's long shot, Hart made a mistake again, this is really..."

For a while, Zhan Jun couldn't find a good word to describe this save, so he had to change the topic to Liu Feng.

"In the 403rd minute of the game, A Feng scored twice! He scored two consecutive goals for the team with two world waves outside the penalty area. This beautiful inside cut made Kompany a spectator again."

"Maple! Maple! Maple!"

Above the stands, those overseas Chinese in Manchester City also began to shout Liu Feng's name.

Waving the five-star red flag, at this moment, this group of Chinese fans led other Arsenal fans to become the biggest source of momentum in the Etihad Stand.

Two consecutive long-range shots were scored, and the opponent's goalkeeper gave a big gift at the end. Liu Feng, who scored this goal, couldn't even celebrate so happily. He smiled and hugged his teammates before walking towards his own half.

Following behind him were the excited other Gunners and all the Blue Moon players with complicated gazes.

When the game started again, there was not much time left in the first half of the game. The re-kick-off Manchester City only had time to pass the ball a few times in their own half before the referee blew the halftime whistle.

"The first half of the game is over. The score of the game is a bit unexpected. The visiting team Arsenal directly took the lead with a score of 2-0 thanks to A Feng's two goals."

The surprise in Zhan Jun's words was the same as that of many fans who tried to predict the result of the game before the game. Everyone did not expect that Blue Moon, who is obviously equally good in hardware, could be beaten 2-0 by the Gunners at halftime.

In the dressing room, Arsenal's dressing room was no different from the previous game. With the players performing well, Wenger didn't have so much nonsense at all.

"Continue to maintain your state in the second half, and at the same time still have to defend well. They may threaten our goal at any time."

"Understand the coach!"

"Very well, rest."

After a short communication, Wenger left the rest of the time to the players, and the players naturally used this time to adjust their state.

In the Manchester City dressing room, everything was different.

"What the hell are you doing!!!"

Hart, who was standing in front of Mancini's face and blowing the air, felt that his face was full of spit, but he didn't dare to do anything against the coach except to secretly wipe off the saliva on his face.

After Mancini took over Manchester City, he has been getting along with the players as the leading brother, which has led to his very authoritative roar when the team is not in good shape.

"And you guys, in the second half, I don't want to see that Chinese kid have a chance to shoot outside the penalty area, no, not in the penalty area, Vincent, let me stare at him!"

"understand!"

Faced with Mancini in this state, Kompany didn't dare to talk nonsense and quickly took over the task given to him by the coach.

"Everyone, give me a good look at whose territory this is, do you want them to ride on us in front of so many fans?!"

"In no mood!"

"Then give me a good kick!"

"understand!"

……

The halftime break ended quickly, and the two teams soon met again in the player tunnel.

But this time, feeling the huge hostility from the opponent towards their own side, the Arsenal players did not go back directly like before.

They've outscored their opponents at halftime many times, and they've won the game in the end.

Then, there is no need for such meaningless eye contact.

As the leading side, they have too much room to maneuver with a two-goal advantage. In other words, they are the leaders.

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