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Chapter 136 Fatal Strike

Villarreal, who was scored again by Arsenal, had no temper at all, and fell behind three to zero, which meant that if he returned home to advance, he had to score four goals and keep a clean sheet. The former was possible, but The latter, this season, apart from the amazing West Bromwich Albion, no team has ever blocked Arsenal, even Fabio Capello's Juventus and Mourinho's Chelsea.

Therefore, Pellegrini waved his hand-attack, attack with all his strength, as long as the opponent scores a goal, he can take the initiative of this series into his own hands, or grab a chance.

"Hehe, it seems that the Chilean engineers are going to do their best, but Arsenal's attack is a sudden attack. Arsenal has already prepared for this." Matthew has already seen the light of Arsenal's promotion to the final, and he is not optimistic at all. Villarreal can score.

"Well, Villarreal lost this game, if Arsenal didn't make a mistake." Adams also pronounced the death penalty for the opponent.

"Oh, Villarreal has no choice. Their offense is definitely better than their defense. Lee Woo-shin's two goals completely pushed them into a corner."

"Maybe an away goal will save them a chance, poor Chilean."

"Arsenal's defense is not weak. I'm afraid Villarreal will fall into a tough battle."

"I have to say that our Spanish team has been pushed into an extremely dangerous situation by a miraculous player - Li Ge. For the rest, they must show all their strength and courage." Sarah looked at the smiling handsome player with some lamentation from the sidelines.

"Another Li, a personal show, a tacit cooperation, this player is definitely more complicated and excellent than you know, Arsenal is on the road to conquer the Stade de France." Melissa was finally able to settle down when explaining the football game.

No one is optimistic about Villarreal. Indeed, Arsenal's momentum has risen, and they are still at home. What's even more frightening is that this game is of great significance to Arsenal. The timing, location, harmony, Villarreal None of Yaar is dominant.

But even if the whole world gives up, the Villarreal players can't give up. This is the first time in the history of their team in the Champions League semi-finals. They have already made history, and they definitely don't want history to be written here pause.

The same Villarreal fans who came from afar did not give up.

"Go!!!" "Goal!!!" "Fight for honor!!!" "g-o!!!"

In an instant, their voices covered the voices of the Arsenal fans who were boiling throughout the field. The yellow submarine galloped in the sea, fighting hard.

Riquelme has already worked hard, he wants to prove himself at the Stade de France and prove that Barcelona gave up their mistakes.Rare rigidity.

Break, break, pass, pass.Putting on, side passing, direct insertion, passing and cutting

Like an immortal fighter, Riquelme tried his best to send the ball to the frontcourt and to the feet of his players, sorting out the most reasonable rhythm, and led his teammates to rush towards Arsenal's frontcourt.

Similarly, Silva will not let Riquelme pass the ball so easily. At this time, he is playing at his peak level, just like his former teammates are by his side. Watching Riquelme's monstrous attack in the midfield.

Fran civet like swimming in the Arsenal penalty area near the line, while Jose.Mali is the most heroic assault fighter, compressing Arsenal's defense at any time.

"Beautiful, F-Lan!!!" "Phew! Well done Senderos!"

In the No.203 minute of the second half, Riquelme lobbed a pass from the front of the penalty area and sent it into the Arsenal penalty area, almost creating a dangerous situation. Fortunately, Senderos rubbed the ball.

"G——o! Sorin, go in, go in!!!" "Good job, Robin, Robin, our Robin is our second right back!!!"

No. In the 205th minute, Sorin received the ball from Fran and made a breakthrough on the left. Van Persie, who was defended back, directly destroyed the ball out of the bottom line with a ferocious pass.

"Bang!!!" There was a sudden loud noise, "Whoa, damn it, this is our chance!" "Our beam, our beam, it saved our team!!!"

No.30 Two minutes, before Riquelme Silva's press, after cooperating with Senna, he dodged an angle, and suddenly hit the crossbar with a cold shot, which shocked everyone into a cold sweat.

The offense remained the same, the defense remained the same, and the two sides began a tough tug-of-war. At this time, the personnel of the broadcast station professionally put the live footage on the two head coaches.

"Press up, press up!" "Go around, go around!!!" "Run away, run away, keep the pressure on their line of defense, tear out space!!!"

Pellegrini is like a roaring orangutan, constantly gesticulating on the scene, seeing that the offensive rhythm of his team can't open up the situation, he can't sit still.

".." Wenger's face was as deep as water, staring at the situation on the court, without saying a word, his lips were tightly pressed, and no change could be seen, but the technicians still captured the moment of his nervousness. Before Riquelme played, his right hand next to his mouth was still rubbing uneasily.

Arsenal used the counterattack to win a free-kick on the right side of the penalty area, very high, and when Bergkamp appeared in front of the ball, the whole of Highbury was detonated again.

At this point Villarreal's restricted area is already full of people, Silva, Toure, Senderos, Henry, Van Persie.There is also Li Yuxin who is running around, and Pellegrini is a little restless.

"Stay on people, on people!!!"

His eyes soon fell on the two central defenders of Arsenal. He didn't have much impression of the headers of Arsenal's strikers, but he was a little concerned about the striker's shot on the second point of Arsenal.

Eyes locked, Bergkamp still looked cold, glanced at the situation in the penalty area, stared at the ball, and was sure of something.

"Drip!" The whistle sounded, and Bergkamp kicked up on the spot. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the surging figure. With a "bang", the ball flew out quickly, and an arc flew high rise.

"Get out, get out!!!"~~~~~
"Header!!!"~~~~~
The entire stadium was shaking, and following the arc of the ball, the eyes moved extremely.

Henry came forward, Senderos came forward, Van Persie moved, Silva pulled down~~~, the entire penalty area of ​​Villarreal was full of figures, some of their players grabbed points, some defended, and tried their best to defend this ball.

But the ball was still flying in the air, and no one could win it.

Toure, Toure was nailed into Villarreal's penalty area like an iron pillar, standing still, and the ball came quickly.

"Kolo!!!" "Go in!!!" ~~~ All Arsenal fans were shouting, Alvarez had to press Toure to prevent him from getting up.

Toure still got up, but with tremendous force, he couldn't touch it at all, and watched the ball fly to the far point.

But this is enough. "Hey!" Wenta felt a voice in his ear, and suddenly realized that he was short, and when he looked up again, it turned out that the sky was dark!
Li Yuxin, Li Yuxin didn't try to grab a position like a stance at all. The moment Bergkamp looked at the penalty area, he ran to the far point. This is what they usually designed in their tactics.

Bergkamp made a final confirmation, and he sent the ball far away, but those people before were just a cover, and the real attack point was Li Yuxin.

Pressing Wenta, the lion shook his head, and Li Yuxin unstoppably hit the middle of the ball, changing direction instantly.

Barbosa had no choice, he moved with the ball and tried his best to catch it, but watched the ball fly past his fingertips.

"gooooooooooooooa. l, hat trick, hat trick, God our Lee, he scored twice, the seventh goal, God, God, this is our greatest God, cheer him, cheer Dennis too!!!!"

"Lee!!!!"~~~~~"Dennis!!!!"~~~~~
The entire stadium roared, and orange waves surged. This time, it was not only for Bergkamp, ​​but also for Li Yuxin. Their cooperation completely gave the team a [-]-[-] lead.

"It's over, Villarreal is over!" Matthew finally made a verdict.

"The Chileans will fight if they don't fight this time." Adams sighed.

"The remaining 7 minutes are the last chance for the Spanish team." Sara said regretfully, watching the mentality of the Villarreal players on the field, she knew it was only theoretical.

Soon this theory disappeared, the game was over, and it took only one round for Villarreal to lose the possibility of advancing.

(End of this chapter)