Chapter 174 Let This Place Be Quiet

Lucky's passes in the midfield were frequently pressed and targeted by Real Madrid, which made Arsenal's offense unable to move forward.

On the other hand, Real Madrid took advantage of Benzema's retreats from time to time, which put a lot of defensive pressure on Arsenal.

Real Madrid and Arsenal are now racing against time.

Arsenal want to score!

Real Madrid also want to score!

Both teams want to consolidate their advantage and score goals.

But from a situation perspective, Real Madrid performed better.

After all, Arsenal was playing away from home. Especially after entering the second half, many players were gritting their teeth and persisting. At this time, they were no longer in a period of strength.

But under such difficult circumstances, Arsenal still have to work hard to find opportunities.

It can be seen from the footage that every Arsenal attack seems to be stumbling.

Unable to enter Real Madrid's half smoothly, even if it enters the opponent's half, it will be destroyed by Real Madrid.

Although Lucky stepped forward, his ability alone could not compete with everyone in Real Madrid.

This is also the first time Lucky has shown such weak midfield control ability.

"Throughout the season, Kai has been carrying the team forward. His many key goals have helped Arsenal complete many comebacks. Arsenal always rely on Kai, but they ignore that Kai is also a human being, and he will also get into trouble. moment. And now Arsenal can’t help Kai!”

In the season when Arsenal won the Champions League, not only Lucky's performance was amazing, but the entire Arsenal team was also in a period of peak form.

With the bonus of a draw advantage, they made it all the way to the Champions League final and won the Champions League trophy.

The current Arsenal's overall strength is stronger, but it lacks some key players in many fierce games.

For example, Wilshere, Ramsey, Mane, etc.

Their absence is a huge blow to Arsenal.

It can be said that the current Arsenal team has reached the Champions League semi-finals with a makeshift lineup.

And they still have such a performance, which is extremely rare.

However, Arsenal fans and commentators still hope that Arsenal can go further.

"Come on!! Arsenal!!"

Andy Gray gritted his teeth and said.

"Our offense can't go up, we need to find a way!"

Arteta said to Mourinho.

At this time, Mourinho had regained his composure. He looked at the court with a tense face.

After a moment, Mourinho suddenly turned his head and looked at the bench.

Lukaku, Saka, Lacazette

Mourinho frowned deeply. At this moment, he felt that Arsenal's bench was still not thick enough.

Who is suitable to send up?

At this moment, Mourinho couldn't help but recall the Cazorla of the past!

Cazorla was definitely the best choice at the time, but Cazorla was affected by injuries and has now left Arsenal.

They now need a forward player on the right side.

Lukaku?

Lukaku is a good candidate.

Although Mourinho always hopes that this guy will serve as a battering ram in front of the goal, Lukaku's breakthrough after retreating should not be underestimated.

The most important thing is that this guy's speed is also good.

But is he not flexible enough to withstand the impact of Real Madrid's defense?

Saka?

Saka's performance is also good, but he is too young.

Faced with the opponent's suppression, can Saka show the performance he wants?

Just when Mourinho was hesitating, Arteta suddenly said: "Saka! Give him a chance!"

Mourinho turned to look at Arteta.

The latter said seriously: "The professor once told me that young people are easy to make mistakes, but it also means that they have unlimited possibilities. We cannot ignore them just because they make mistakes. Give him a chance, maybe he can What about a surprise for you?”

Mourinho looked deeply at Arteta.

Arteta is definitely deeply influenced by Wenger, and he prefers to use young people rather than veterans.

But, is it really possible?

"gentlemen!!!"

Arteta said anxiously: "Now is not the time to hesitate, we need to find someone to help Kai! Help him open the offensive channel on the right!"

Mourinho was about to open his mouth.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of exclamations in the arena.

The two men turned their heads sharply.

A white figure No. 7 was reflected in their pupils.

He stands in front of Arsenal like a towering iron tower.

Cristiano Ronaldo jumped up suddenly, flicked his head and pushed the ball hard towards Arsenal's goal.

The ball flew into the blind corner.

In the 65th minute, Real Madrid scored another goal.

"K! Li! Si! Nei! Ya! Nuo!"

The on-site commentator roared.

The next second, all the Real Madrid fans screamed wildly.

"Ronaldo!!!!!!——"

Amidst the cheers like a hurricane, Ronaldo ran towards the corner kick area, jumped up, turned in mid-air, pressed down with his hands, and landed firmly.

The entire stadium was instantly filled with violent cheers.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ! !

"Definite kill!! Defeat kill!!"

"This is Real Madrid!! Great Real Madrid!!!"

"The third goal!! Real Madrid scored the third goal at the Bernabeu Stadium, and they completely expanded their advantage!!!"

"Arsenal put too much energy on Benzema, so much so that they forgot the biggest threat!"

"The superstar from Portugal!! He helped Real Madrid open the way to the final!"

"This is the Bernabeu!! This is Real Madrid!!!"

"Hala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--"

The entire Bernabeu was shaken.

At the same time, Mourinho's eyes on the sidelines suddenly became sharp.

He turned his head and roared: "Saka!! Get ready to play!"

Saka shuddered and stood up immediately.

He took off his coat in a few seconds and ran to Mourinho's side.

Mourinho's expression was a little scary and a little hideous.

He grabbed Saka's shoulders with both hands and said fiercely; "Remember! There is only one goal next, that is to score! No matter who it is, we just need to score! We will not be defeated here again."

"Go up and tell your captain to hit the damn ball into Real Madrid's goal for me, so that this place will be quiet!"

Saka nodded fiercely and ran to the sidelines immediately.

Soon, Iwobi was off the field, and Saka came on as a substitute.

At the same time, there was a fierce and uniform cheering at the scene.

Ronaldo!!!

Ronaldo!!!

Ronaldo!!!

90,000 people shouting a name together, this formation is scary enough.

The deafening cheers made everyone's eardrums vibrate.

Lekai stood in the middle of the field, his head was a little dazed.

He didn't know whether he was kicked by the opponent or shocked by the momentum.

But at this moment, his body was actually filled with fatigue, and the next second this fatigue spread rapidly, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead water.

Lucky's breathing became heavy.

First time!

This was the first time he had this thought.

Can we really win?

"Captain? Captain?"

A vague voice came from his ear, and Lucky felt his shoulders being shaken.

The tinnitus gradually subsided. When Lucky turned around, he saw Saka standing by and asked with concern; "Captain, are you okay?"

Lucky looked at Saka, and then looked at the sidelines.

Mourinho was looking at him.

Saka; "Mr. asked me to bring you a message."

"What?" Lucky said in a daze.

Saka pursed his lips, coughed dryly, and then imitated Mourinho's tone, saying fiercely; "Hit the damn ball into the goal of Real Madrid and make this stadium quiet!"

Saka returned to his usual state and said; "That's it."

Lekai blinked and grinned: "You don't have to imitate the coach's expression."

"It feels more realistic this way!" Saka smiled, then looked at Lekai, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously; "Captain, you won't give up, right?"

Lekai fell silent.

Saka was about to speak, and suddenly someone patted his back, and it hurt.

"Captain!"

Saka screamed in pain.

Lekai exhaled slowly, and then laughed; "I don't know what giving up means. The coach is right, but it's too noisy here!"

Lekai looked around, and the whole stadium was like a shaking white sea.

And what he had to do now was to pat down this boiling tide of anger!