Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 129

"Wow, wow... Anton's hand is really handsome! He's so handsome!" Andy Gray looked at the big screen in the live broadcast room and yelled.

The conflict on the sidelines just now was captured by the camera in its original form.The two "famous mouths" in the live broadcast room, like the fans watching in front of the TV, witnessed Anton "crushing" the sports drink bottle with one hand, scaring away the Arsenal players who were sent off on the spot.

Richard Keith had a strange face. There was also a hard plastic sports drink bottle on the table in front of him. Keith took it with one hand and squeezed it vigorously, but the drink bottle did not budge.

"How did you do it?" Andy Gray came to his senses, stretched out his hand to pinch the drink bottle, and showed a disbelief on his face.

"What's the matter?" Richard Keith suddenly heard the director's exclamation from the earphones, and quickly turned to look at the big screen - it turned out that Royce was changing his jersey on the sidelines. "You look thin when you wear clothes, but you look fleshy when you take off your clothes" is exactly what he said.Replacing the scratched jersey, Royce, wearing a sports vest, exposed the strong muscles on his arms and shoulders, and also revealed the traces of being trampled just now: he can still see the studs on his chest The red seal makes people feel distressed and afraid when they see it.

The director of the live broadcast was also very mean, and suddenly cut to the scene of the stands of the Stadium of Light, where a group of female fans were playing a big slogan: "Marco, we love you!"

Andy Graydon became a nympho, stretched out his arms and made a gesture of hugging: "Don't talk about female fans, I love this kind of Marco too!" Richard Keith quickly stretched out his index finger, in the Gray tapped on the head: "Come on, Sunderland's free kick! The ball is in a good position! What are you thinking-"

Due to Song's foul just now, Sunderland got a free kick in a very good position, on the right, neither far nor close.This point is within range of Royce's free kick.Messi and Shaqiri had already stood in front of the penalty spot to discuss for a long time, and at this moment, they looked back at Royce in unison.

At this time, Royce had already changed his jersey, ran to the sidelines, and raised his hand to signal the referee.After he was allowed to play, Webber blew his whistle for a free throw for Sunderland.

The Arsenal players tense as Messi runs towards the penalty spot - and Messi leaps over the ball.

Immediately afterwards, Swiss Messi also headed for the penalty spot, and the Arsenal players were tense-but Swiss Messi continued to make a fool of himself and missed the ball.

Behind them is the one who really wants to take the free kick.With Messi and Shaqiri 'covering', Reus has completed his run-up to the ball - his habit is to bend down before taking a direct free kick, which helps him to exert more force .

Amidst the shouts of tens of thousands of fans at the Stadium of Light, the ball drew an arc, circumnavigated the wall, and was about to cross Arsenal's goal and fly out of the baseline.But the ball spun and spun back by itself, and spun directly into the dead corner of the goal.

Arsenal goalkeeper Almunia didn't even have a chance to make a save, he almost just stood still and watched the ball spin into his own gate.

"Banana Ball!"

"Perfect!"

The Stadium of Light seemed to be boiling.

In the live broadcast room, the two celebrities were also a little dazed. After seven or eight seconds, they slapped the table and hit the bench and became lively: "How could there be such a wonderful free kick?"

"Where did Sunderland find this player, and how did they play this kind of ball?" Richard Keith sighed, thinking in his heart: It is unreasonable for Sunderland not to perform a miracle!

"The two Messis gave him the opportunity to make free throws. The teammates in the Sunderland team should know each other very well!" Gray also lamented that he is now serious and no longer pretends to be a nympho and calls Roy. I lost my name, just pray, "God bless, give me a jersey, please change it!"

In the stadium, Royce was also very excited. He ran for a week in front of the stands of Sunderland fans, and when he turned back, all his teammates had already rushed up.

2 to 1, Sunderland leads again.

On the sidelines, Anton couldn't help applauding Royce.

Someone will ask him: How can I kick a banana ball.If it was before, Anton would explain in detail to the questioner: a certain speed and a certain angle of hitting the ball will cause the ball to spin, and there will be an air pressure difference on both sides of the ball, which will naturally draw an arc.

But now Anton will answer: If you practice hard day after day like Royce, you can do it too.

The young player who was found out of the vast crowd after thousands of choices, now shines on the court, Anton suddenly has the feeling of an old father, he is extremely proud, but he doesn't want to show it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Russell shouted behind Anton: "Anton, Anton..."

As soon as Anton turned around, Russell pouted, and Anton immediately noticed that Arshavin had stood up beside the fourth official.While the Sunderland players were celebrating enthusiastically, Professor Wenger quietly replaced the "tsar" Arshavin and removed a defender.

"Didn't you want me to remind you?" Russell was very responsible, and no matter how excited he was, he never forgot what Anton explained.

"Didn't warm up?" Anton was surprised.It is a big taboo to replace a player who has not fully warmed up. Wenger has rich experience and should not do such a thing.

Russell nodded and shrugged his shoulders: Arshavin did not warm up, and went directly to the field.

At some point, the "tsar" closed the book, stood up, and was ready to play.

Anton frowned and looked at his players on the bench. He was not as bold as the professor.So several of Sunderland's substitute players, the two "Sen", as well as Crouch, Horton and others, all put on their sports vests and started warming up honestly.

Sunderland has not been able to make immediate substitutions like Arsenal did.

Since Arshavin played, Arsenal has been passive.After all, there was one less player to play, and when Arshavin came on the court, he was just like Messi, strolling in the courtyard, taking a leisurely pace, and would not take the initiative to grab the ball when he saw it, as if he was out of the game.

Do you want to warm up after all?

It is really difficult for Arsenal. After all, ten players are fighting. Among them, Arshavin, the attacker who just came on the field, is almost like a neutral fan who strayed into the pitch. Arsenal can actually use only nine players for defense, and even captain Robin van Persie retreated to the penalty area - it is a rare thing for Arsenal to be pressed so deep in the Premier League.

But Anton on the sidelines couldn't sit still anymore. The request for a substitution had been handed over to the fourth official. The number plate for the substitution had been raised high. Sunderland was only waiting for a dead ball——

Unexpectedly, the ball has not been dead.

Although Sunderland pushed hard, the ball was actually in the hands of Arsenal.Anton glanced at the formation on the field, suddenly startled, and shouted at Hypia: "Sami..."

Anton wants Hyypia to step back a bit and pay attention to the gap between him and Hummels.But it was too late.

Fabregas sent the ball near the center circle with one kick.Arsenal captain Robin van Persie also turned into a long-distance porter in seconds, breaking forward quickly with the ball.Sunderland's defense was reminded that it was already tense.Godin stared at Pesci very closely, trying not to let him have a chance to make a move.Sunderland's other players quickly returned to defense.

Unexpectedly, Van Persie didn't need to make a move.

A figure like the wind passed by Van Persie. Godin staggered and failed to intercept the ball. The ball was no longer under Van Persie's feet.

Anton on the sidelines tightly pursed his lips. He could see clearly from the sidelines: the person who suddenly accelerated was Arshavin, a young literary and artistic student who was studying quietly earlier.After warming up like sleepwalking for 10 minutes on the field, Arshavin suddenly revealed his true colors - the Russian who hit the frontcourt is almost a combination of Deco and Villa, with excellent dribbling and incomprehensible skills. Unpredictable rhythm——At this moment, Anton knew in his heart that Sunderland was not ready for the arrival of the "tsar"!

Why isn't the ball dead yet?

—How damned!

"Goal scored!"

In the live broadcast room, Richard Keys jumped up, pumping his fists and cheering.

Beside him was Andy Gray, who was rolling his eyes. Now that Arsenal had tied the score again, it was impossible for Gray to predict the score accurately. On the contrary, it was Keith who predicted the score accurately.

Arshavin's goal was played repeatedly on the big screen, and Sunderland's reaction was also taken into account: Sunderland's goalkeeper fell to his knees again, thumping the ground with gloves on in frustration: I thump, thump, thump ...

Richard Keith looked sympathetic: "Little friend, it's really not your fault this time - he is the czar, and if the czar is going to score a goal, you, a commoner, cannot guard against it."

Andy Gray said: "Look, in fact, the head coach of Sunderland has realized this, and he has arranged for a backup—"

The live broadcast screen cut to the substitution on the sidelines. The two "Sen" high-fived the teammate who was replaced. After entering the field, they immediately chatted with the teammate. It should be that Anton arranged a new position.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that the ball didn't die!" Gray felt sorry for Anton and himself, "But let me say, there are still 20 minutes in the game! Arsenal play one less player, and you think Sunderland can't play again. Scored a goal?"

"Sunderland is playing the Europa League in the middle of the week!" Keith reminded, "The physical fitness is not enough."

"Arsenal is playing the Champions League in the middle of the week!" Gray retorted, "Don't think I have amnesia!"

"Sunderland played on Thursday!" Keith emphasized.

"This..." Gray was speechless. Arsenal played in the Champions League on Wednesday, so they would have better physical fitness after an extra day of rest.

"Sunderland has a genius Messi!"

"Arsenal has Tsar Arshavin!"

"Sunderland has a handsome boy Royce who can kick banana ball!"

"Arsenal has the strongest center Van Persie in the 'Flying Dutchman'!"

"..."

At this time, the two celebrities had completely entered the "comparison of size" mode, fighting desperately in front of thousands of TV viewers.

Anton clasped his arms tightly on the sidelines: It was impossible not to regret the ball just now.But regret is of no use.

Arshavin is indeed a "Mr. Big Scene" as Professor Wenger once praised. He looks silent all the time, but he can give you a sudden fatal blow.

It was only a chance of a dead ball, and the substitution arranged by Anton would be able to play, but Sunderland just couldn't defend the "czar".

Now the two teams are tied again and have returned to the same starting line.With 20 minutes left in the game, who can be the "Mr. Key" to the victory?