Chapter 1821 - 487: Carroll Plays Soccer Like Me
But Milan is really something.
Torres, Kaka, Huang Kaiwen, and even Ramos have both speed and skill.
They don’t play like Arsenal because of the coach’s tactics, not their technical inability.
Milan handles unexpected situations with more decisiveness than Arsenal, with a higher success rate.
Watching that number ten surrounded by his teammates, Wenger wished he could run up and dress him in an Arsenal jersey.
Huang Kaiwen is good in every way.
Too bad he really can’t afford him.
The only thing that comforted Wenger was that the AC Milan fans had adapted the Manchester United song.
He guessed that his old rival Ferguson wouldn’t be too happy upon hearing it.
Clemente excitedly raised his arm.
His tactics indeed worked.
He was already fantasizing about how the media would praise him as a tactical genius after the game.
What Pep couldn’t achieve in half a season, he accomplished in a few games.
Today, facing a strong team like Arsenal, Milan performed even better than before.
Recalling Guardiola’s actions in such situations, Clemente turned and beckoned to Kroos with his index and middle fingers.
Kroos excitedly took off his training jacket and jogged over to Clemente.
Clemente, looking confused, said, "Why are you looking at me? Start warming up quickly."
"Oh, alright!"
Kroos began warming up with a sullen face.
When Guardiola was around, he would always say something encouraging and guide him on what to do when on the field.
This assistant coach, who was just an acting head coach, spoke to him in such a way.
Kroos felt disrespected.
Damn it.
If he knew him, he would’ve called Higuain to ask how to deal with a coach who disrespects players.
Having watched Huang Kaiwen’s games, he often saw Capello treating Higuain nonchalantly.
Experiencing it firsthand now, Kroos felt very displeased.
"That assistant coach might sub you out, Kevin!"
Torres pointed to the sidelines and said.
"I don’t know, but Fernando, you should remember, he’s not just some assistant coach. You can call him coach or Mr. Clemente."
Huang Kaiwen said seriously.
"Oh, alright."
Torres replied nonchalantly.
Huang Kaiwen shook his head.
In a football team, if you don’t have achievements as a player, you’ll have to demonstrate all-around abilities to become a coach.
Clemente still has a long way to go.
Players don’t have such deep masks; their disdain is written on their faces.
Even though Huang Kaiwen is the captain and the most popular player on the team,
he couldn’t force his teammates to respect to Clemente.
After the score turned to 3:1.
The morale on Arsenal’s half visibly dropped, with each Gunner lowering their youthful heads.
This performance made van Persie want to leave Arsenal even more, feeling the team didn’t match his ambitions.
Damn!
If he could think of a suitable way, van Persie would’ve chipped in some money himself to help Real Madrid or Barca buy a forward from AC Milan.
After each match with Huang Kaiwen, his desire to play alongside him grew stronger.
Switching to the number ten jersey this season hadn’t diminished his thoughts.
Instead, it reminded him of Huang Kaiwen every time he changed clothes.
He was grateful for Wenger’s nurturing, but there hadn’t been a decent championship in so many years.
Even someone like Huntelaar, who he considered useless, had won several UEFA Champions League titles with Kevin. Thinking of this made van Persie feel a pang of jealousy.
Damn, is this what they call being cursed with talent?
As they restarted the game, van Persie’s face was full of thoughts.
Arsenal’s play organization had clearly slowed down, with some players obviously unwilling to take on more responsibility.
This is a team without a leader.
In a sense, Denilson’s complaints weren’t unwarranted; Fabregas indeed wasn’t a good leader.
If it were Keane or Vieira, they would’ve already cursed out their teammates.
But Fabregas continued playing his game.
Fabregas was clearly anxious too, and this time he received the ball in the backfield and immediately lobbed it behind Huang Kaiwen.
Zambrotta knew he couldn’t match Walcott’s speed, but he was much more experienced than his opponent. Running, Zambrotta deliberately led Walcott away from the drop point.
When Walcott realized something was wrong, Zambrotta had already used his body to shield the position, letting the ball fall in front of him.
The outplayed young tiger kicked out twice behind Zambrotta, and Zambrotta turned and made a pass, taking advantage of the moment Walcott retracted his leg.
Nutmeg!
Zambrotta’s pass found Godin.
Van Persie roared and charged up as if he was going to brawl with Godin.
Godin did not attempt any dribble and immediately passed back.
Buffon took the ball and launched it to the front field.
Rakitic, while running, got the drop point and accelerated forward.
Alexander Song was a bit surprised because Rakitic’s center of gravity was clearly leaning forward.
He couldn’t figure out what Rakitic wanted to do.
But the next second, he understood Rakitic’s idea.
Rakitic, using momentum, jumped first, with part of his upper body pressing on Alexander Song’s shoulder, preventing Song from jumping.
He could only watch as Rakitic headed the ball towards the left side.
"Goodness, Rakitic is really going all out. After landing, he clutched his chest; hitting someone else’s shoulder with your ribs is definitely a loss."