The game continued and the mid-circle kicked off again.

Pizarro moved the ball with the trend, reached Xiangnan's feet, knocked the ball back to Maluda's feet, and quickly ran towards the frontcourt.

Hleb's goal undoubtedly gave Arsenal players hope to equalize the score. Xiangnan clearly felt the sudden intensification of Arsenal players' strong fighting spirit. This fighting spirit is not only reflected in offense, but also in defense, the strength of Arsenal players has also increased.

Ebue is almost tightly stuck to the south. This Ivory Coast international is strong, has the flexibility unique to African players, and is not slow. The only disadvantage is that Ebue's turn speed is slightly slow.

After a quick pass, the ball reached Ashley Cole's feet. The English left-back did not break through on the left side that he was most accustomed to, but led the ball toward the middle, which caught Arsenal off guard. Krish quickly stepped forward and tried to block Ashley Cole's offensive route.

After Ashley Cole dribbled the ball and stepped forward two steps, he found that there was no time to knock the ball back to Lampard. Chelsea's deputy raised his head and saw a gesture towards the south. He passed the ball to the right of Arsenal's penalty area--

Xiangnan faced the ball, thrust to the right, then hit the left, then stepped on it, suddenly stopped, and threw away Toure, which was coming to defend, and then began to accelerate, changing direction quickly to the left side of the penalty area--

"Stop him!!" Amunia's business roared.

The defender's consciousness, Sarnia immediately appeared at the most important position, facing south. Sarnia did not dare to make a rash foot, but just kept slowly retreating, intending to block the angle of the shooting south.**       ***

Xiang Youguang glanced at Nanyouguang, then stepped on two bicycles in a row, and suddenly accelerated. Just as Sarnia made a foot, he gently pushed his left foot and the ball reached Pizarro's feet. The Peruvian won the ball and shot it with an angry shot, and the ball was almost deformed---

"Great save!! Amunia is like a truly fearless warrior, and he saved Pizarro's shot with one hand!! This is a perfect save, and Chelsea's previous offensive organization was also very beautiful!!!"

Mr. Wilson's roar suddenly broke out. Yes, Mr. Amunia can be proud for a while, and he also knows that the old man would not easily give such praise to the goalkeeper.

Accompanied by the old man's voice, Pizarro, who was beside him, hugged his head in annoyance and gave a thumbs up to the passing ball.

Amunia lay in front of the goal for more than ten seconds without moving. This also made Wenger a little nervous. Pizarro's shot just now was definitely full of energy. If Amunia was injured again, Arsenal really had no reassuring goalkeeper.

Also, Wenger has already warmed up Diaby and is ready to replace him.

The team doctor quickly entered the field. Amunia took off his gloves and relaxed his palm. The team doctor also sprayed some pain-relieving spray on the Arsenal goalkeeper's palm, and then ruled out the possibility of a fracture. He signaled to the Arsenal head coach outside the court that it was okay, which also made Wenger breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Arsenal also made the last substitution. Diaby came on as a substitute on the bench, replacing Krish.

Corner kick!!

In the 87th minute of the game, Chelsea won a corner kick, which also made Wenger on the sidelines very nervous. If Chelsea scored a goal at this moment, Arsenal completely lost the hope of equalizing the score.

Xiangnan glanced at Galas who was defending himself close to him. The two of them pulled each other and the referee had to interrupt the game. He came over and gave a verbal warning to the two.

As soon as the referee Boer left, Xiangnan responded without any weakness in the face of Galas' provocative look. Suddenly, Xiangnan looked at Galas and ran out of the penalty area. No one noticed that Xiangnan quietly made a gesture to his partner Pizarro.

"Hehe, boy, are you afraid?" Galas shouted loudly at Xiangnan's back.

Xiangnan ignored it. Sometimes, the biggest blow to a self-righteous idiot was to simply ignore him.

Sure enough, Galas's provocation was not responded, and Arsenal closed his mouth boredly no matter how much.

Maluda's corner kick was taken, Pizarro hit the penalty area, and the ball reached the edge of the penalty area--

The ball draws a beautiful arc---

On the trajectory of the operation, a soaring right foot suddenly appeared. Looking south, like a wolf king who had been hungry for three days, revealing his bloodthirsty fangs. His right foot hit the ball hard. The ball made a shrill sound like lightning, flying straight towards the goal---

"It's incredible. Amunia saved Andre's shot like a Spider-Man, but I hope Amunia also has a Spider-Man-like steel body..."

As it turns out, Mr. Wilson's worries are not unreasonable, and Amunia also proved one thing--

Perhaps, he possessed the skills and movements of Spider-Man possessed by the soul, but unfortunately, his human body was still injured when facing an attack called Andrei's heavy artillery!!

Arsenal team doctor ran into the court for the second time and diagnosed the unlucky Arsenal goalkeeper!!

Amen!!

Wenger looked at the team doctor's gesture and hugged his head in frustration, Damn it!!

"Amunya can't hold on to the game?! This is not good news for Arsenal, who is one goal behind. Arsenal has used up the last substitution, which also means that among the remaining players on the field, players have to come out to play the role of goalkeeper. Haha, we noticed that Galas was standing in front of the goal. Is he going to play the goalkeeper?"

Galas's next move confirmed Mr. Wilson's speculation that the Frenchman was already wearing the goalkeeper's outfit--

Uh... Actually.\\\\\\\\\\\ Galas just put Amunia's gloves on his hand.

"Hehe, little guys, just leave it to me later. Don't worry about attacking." Galas clapped his gloves and shouted at his teammates.

Sarnia and Hleb looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

Who did he think he was? Spider-Man second?

Uh... I have to say that the Frenchman's RP in the team is really not very good...

Corner kick!!

The sign of stoppage time was raised on the sidelines.***

Maluda's corner kick was taken. Barak grabbed the first point, squeezed out Toure, who was defending him, and headed the ball!!

"Galas hugged Barack's header steadily. I have to say that the Frenchman is more reliable than the defender as a goalkeeper!!"

Yes, maybe, after the game, the Frenchman can listen to Mr. Wilson's advice and consider the necessity of changing careers.

After Galas hugged the ball, he drove directly to the frontcourt with a big foot. Walcott had already started early and stopped the ball with a beautiful chest. After controlling the ball, Arsenal's little tiger began to accelerate. Facing Marklele's defense, Walcott pulled and dunked his left foot, suddenly accelerated, and passed Marklele---

"The stoppage time has been in, and Marclay's physical fitness has reached its limit. Beautiful, Essin appeared at the most important position, with a beautiful interception, Chelsea's counterattack opportunity, the ball was handed over to Lampard Flak, and the ball was transferred to Maluda. Maluda dribbled the ball, ah! Foul!! Sarnia's move was too rough and deserved a bright red card. Boer's yellow card is worth discussing!!" Leinker was obviously a little dissatisfied with the referee and the British Golden Whistle Boer's penalty.

Grant also jumped straight from the coaching bench and rushed towards the fourth official. This was a very rough foul. This was a foul that could be completely red cards!! I protest!!

The fourth official glanced at the angry Israelites. Mr. Grant, what do you think? I will submit it after the game. Also, if you want to protest, I think the referee is there, you should go to him. *****

"t!! If it's useful to find that guy with three yellow cards, why would I be looking for you idiots?!"

"Mr. Chelsea Land Coach, please pay attention to your words, otherwise I will be happy to send you off!!" The fourth official who was greeted turned black and directly called Grant the Chelsea head coach. It is conceivable how annoyed this unlucky fourth official was.

"Damn it!!" Grant strongly suppressed the temptation to shower the man who was the fourth official with the mineral water bottle in his hand, and was pulled away by the assistant coach.

Free kick!!

In the second minute of stoppage time, Chelsea won a free kick.

"The position of this free kick is about 33 meters away from the goal. Yes, yes, 33 meters. Chelsea team has Lampard, Barack, and even Essin. They can take the free kick. The game is about to end. The players should choose to shoot directly, although the distance will be a bit far."

Barack and Xiangnan stood in front of the ball on the left and right, behind the two, Lampard was directly facing the ball.

"It should be Lampard who came to take the penalty!! That's right!! Or Barack?!" Galas jumped nervously in front of the goal, directing the wall loudly. He still had a certain understanding of Chelsea's free kick tactics, especially for Barack and Lampard's long shots.

Yes, I have to say that Galas really has the potential to be a goalkeeper...

As for Xiangnan, who is also standing in front of the goal?!

It was completely ignored by Galas...

"Sania, stand tighter to the right, be careful of Lampard's long shot, Toure, take a little bit in the middle, be careful of German's long shot, ignore that brunette, yellow guy, ignore!!"

Uh... God testified, this is total racism!!!

Xiangnan whispered with Barack and Lampard. After a while, Xiangnan looked back at the back of the ball, looking about four or five meters away, constantly kicking the grass with his sneakers, and his eyes were completely on the ball.

"Be careful of that No. 9!" Diaby seemed to have discovered something and reminded his captain and the current goalkeeper.

"I don't have to pay attention, that must be a cover. I swear with my years of experience in defending!!" Galas' saliva flew and sprayed Diabi's face!!

Uh...this... in the end, the bloody fact proved a truth. It is completely unreliable to judge the intuition of a goalkeeper based on the experience of a not-so-successful defender!!

At this time, Arsenal's wall was finally arranged, Toure, Hleb, Sarnia, and Ebue, among which Toure has the strongest heading ability.

The referee Boer measured the distance between the human wall and blew the whistle in his mouth.

Barack gently pushed the ball, and then Lampard started running---

Now it seems that everything is similar to Gallas's guess, and Lampard will complete the final blow in the end!!

Lampard ran to the ball, swung his right foot, and shot ---

Arsenal's wall jumped up without hesitation!!

At this moment, Chelsea team's deputy quickly walked around behind the ball. A blue figure caused a hurricane feeling, and the air also compressed.

Xiangnan's right foot thrust hard at the bottom of the ball, and his calf exerted force, and the tight muscles were like tight springs. The ball seemed to be hit by a golf club. After a violent blow, it flew violently, making a whizzing sound, and spinning towards the sky above the goal---

"Make a plane?" Galas raised his hands, looked up at the sky, his eyes following the moving arc---

At this time, not only Galas, the temporary goalkeeper, but also the fans on the scene, including the commentator Mr. Wilson, the first feeling was---

"Hit high!!"

The difference is that Mr. Wilson and Chelsea fans have another feeling - it's a pity!!

Arsenal fans felt a little gloating. Although it seems that the team is destined to lose to Stamford Bridge, at the end, we can see Chelsea No. 9, a guy who makes Gunners fans feel so angry that he has a difficult move to masturbate. It is also very exciting!

Isn't it?!

Uh... I have to say,...

Just as the ball was about to cross the beam, it suddenly fell. The ball passed by a white light, like a meteorite falling to the earth, passing through Galas's arms, and the ball net was drilling into it, causing large ripples on the ball net...

The ball fell instantly, and the action of passing through Galas' raised arms was instantly frozen, becoming the classic move of the Premier League's best free kick this season...

Uh... I have to say that this action of Galas is more like a pilgrimage...
Chapter completed!