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Chapter 969 Derby's Traditional Performing Arts

"The game has entered stoppage time, and there is not much time left for Arsenal. They may, oh~, A Feng called his teammates all the way alone!"

Zhan Jun was still pessimistically paving the way for Arsenal to accept this bitter Jue Ping, but suddenly saw that somewhat irritable figure passing through the Gunners' backcourt.

"He was very angry and seemed to be yelling at his teammates."

At this moment, Liu Feng had already forgotten his identity in Arsenal. He ran all the way, stimulating his players like a captain.

Faced with the roar of the team's well-respected core players, the players did not feel very abrupt. After each player stood up one after another, Arsenal quickly adjusted their posture.

All of this was seen by Wenger who was standing on the sidelines. He originally wanted to shout something to the players on the field, but he chose to remain silent.

In such a short period of time, instead of letting the players accept their new arrangements and implement them, it is better to let them play freely.

"The Arsenal team stood up very quickly. Liu Feng and Xiaofa also started to complain to the referee. Haha, the referee also seemed a little irritable. He blew his whistle repeatedly to call back the Tottenham players who were celebrating wildly."

Zhan Jun's voice slowly rose. At this moment, one minute of stoppage time had just passed, and there were still about three minutes left.

This time is not long, nor is it short. If it goes well, it will be enough for the gunner to complete an attack.

For no reason, when he saw Liu Feng who was so angry and excited, he couldn't help but start to imagine a picturesque scene in his heart.

Maybe it's the pride of being Chinese, maybe it's the pure intuition of professional commentators, in short, Zhan Jun was completely moved by Liu Feng's spiritual strength.

"Shh!!!"

"The referee blew the whistle, Arsenal took the ball, and Liu Feng, who received a push from Chamark, passed the ball to Cesc Fabregas in the middle."

The whistle blew again and the game restarted. The Gunners' midfield moves were equally quick, but Tottenham's defense was also not bad.

The game time is running in seconds, and the constant countdown stimulates everyone's spirit. Arsenal's passes are interspersed quickly, but Tottenham have already arranged for full defense.

Even Bell, who had just completed the shocking level, didn't have any more desire to attack in this final time.

"The ball returned to Xiaofa's feet again. His several forward passes were not very successful. Fortunately, the Gunners' offensive players all protected the ball."

In the 903rd minute of the game, except for the three defenders, Arsenal stayed in the half to prevent the opponent's quick counterattack, and everyone else had already crossed the half.

However, their attack only stayed in the outer edge of Tottenham's midfield. Once the ball entered the threat area, they were attacked by the Tottenham players frantically.

With such a defense, there is really no other better way than to be patient and fight tough battles.

It's a pity that the most needed time in the tough battle is what the Gunners are most in need of now. Fabregas can only choose one person to dribble the ball past others in the end.

When he used a half-turn and pull the ball to break through Modric in the reverse direction, the space belonging to him was completely locked.

In front of him, the only feasible passing routes are Chamark and Walcott, who is closely followed by Bell.

"Xiaofa has been blocked by the two Tottenham midfielders. He has not taken the risk of trying to pass others. There is only one minute left in the game. He must make a choice."

The anxiety in Zhan Jun's heart is no less than that of the players on the field. The more critical the moment, the lower the requirement for mistakes. It is very likely that a slight stagger will completely cut off this last chance.

Fabregas, who had no choice, finally poked the ball out, and the price he paid was that Palacios shoveled him the moment the ball went out.

"The offense is good! The referee didn't call a foul, the game was still going on, Chamark got the ball in front of the penalty area, and he was blocking the defender Gallas with his back."

A back-up center can make not many choices about the next step.

Either turn around and try to break through, or split sides. As a bridgehead, no one can ask for anything more from Chamark, who played well in this game.

"Fuck!"

The time has entered the last 30 seconds, and the teammates began to shout anxiously. Chamark, who kept looking to the left, did not wait for the figure to come out at the end.

Yes, he is waiting for Liu Feng, but at this moment Liu Feng has been completely surrounded by Cudicini, Hutton and Modric who came back from running.

Can't wait any longer!
At that moment, Chamark chose to shoulder the final responsibility by himself. He had no choice but to fight.

"Chamak knocked the ball back, turned around and rushed up with Gala on his shoulders, he chose to do it himself!!!"

"Stop him!"

The roars of his teammates stimulated Gala, feeling the sudden burst of power from the enemies around him, Gala decided to block him out of the penalty area at any cost.

"The two pulled and pushed forward all the way, and they are about to enter the restricted area!"

Zhan Jun's voice blew the horn for Arsenal's final attack. Seeing Chamark charge forward alone, he felt that he might be able to change the score.

"Boom!"

At the next moment, something happened that made no one react.

"Chamark, Chamark fell into the penalty area! He was pulled down in the tug with Gala, and the referee blew his whistle. This is a foul!"

"Referee, I didn't pull him!"

"This should be just a normal physical confrontation, he is acting!"

"No, no, referee, please don't."

"Get up! Fuck!"

"Who are you scolding, shit!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

In an instant, it was chaotic, everything was chaotic.

Before the referee made the final penalty, several Tottenham players and Gallas rushed in front of him.

In the Tottenham penalty area, Bassoon reached out his hand roughly to force Chamark up, and his mouth-watering move directly aroused the conflict between the two sides.

"Fuck you!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Gan!!!"

Fierce conflicts broke out, and the traditional art of the North London Derby finally appeared in this final countdown.

Above the stands, the fans of Arsenal and Tottenham were not idle. The fans of the visiting team between the two home stands were divided into two groups and sprayed against the nearby Gunners fans.

If it wasn't for the security guards in the arena, this group of angry fans would definitely be able to do it.

"An unprecedented big conflict broke out between the two sides at the last moment. The players of the two teams have been completely gathered together on the court. The final penalty of the referee is likely to affect the final result of the game."

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