Fabregas had already returned to the edge of the penalty area. Seeing that Lehmann seemed to have relapsed into his old habit, he didn't care about saving face for this man who was old enough to be his uncle. He shouted at Lehmann, "Jens, kick it out!"
Lehmann heard Fabregas's voice and looked at Ibrahimovic, who was still four or five meters away from him. Although he was still a little unwilling, he still kicked the ball forward.
However, after making that long pass, Lehmann was still a little annoyed. He clicked his tongue with his head down, then ran two steps forward and shouted at Fabregas, who had already turned and run towards the midfield: "Kid, just play your own game. I don't need you to tell me what to do!"
Lehmann's complaint was quite loud. Fabregas and Arsenal's two center-backs, who were just outside the penalty area, had already turned and run towards midfield, but they definitely heard it. However, seeing that Fabregas, the person involved, did not say anything, Gallas and Kolo Toure naturally did not say anything either.
Ibrahimovic, who was very close to them, naturally heard it as well.
Holy crap!? Is the atmosphere at Arsenal really this unfriendly?!
The Swedes were staring at the somewhat angry Lehmann as if he were a monster, their gaze lingering between Lehmann's face and the captain's armband he was wearing.
Thinking about his bald-headed friend who always offered encouragement whenever the team conceded a goal or his teammates made a mistake, Ibrahimovic shook his head, a strange smile on his lips, and continued to focus on the game.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Wenger was the first to notice Lehmann's unusual behavior. Although he didn't hear what Lehmann was saying, years of working together had given the professor a thorough understanding of the German's character, and he knew that what Lehmann was saying was definitely not a nice thing.
Damn it, I should have given the captain's armband to Gilberto!
Wenger raised his hand and rubbed his face, suddenly regretting handing the captain's armband to this unruly veteran today.
Li Shiguang was unaware of the little incident on the field. He was sitting on the bench, looking down at the tactics board, searching for loopholes in Arsenal's formation. Fortunately, he had Simeone by his side, who never missed a gossip.
"Boss! Boss!"
"ah?"
Hearing Simone's slightly excited voice, Li Shiguang shifted his attention from the tactics board to Simone's face.
"It seems like there's infighting at Arsenal! Zlatan definitely heard it. Find a chance to have Frank ask what just happened!"
"What the heck?" Li Shiguang first looked up at the players from both sides vying for control of the midfield before turning to Simeone, his eyes filled with confusion. "What internal strife? I didn't see them fighting."
"Oh dear, it wasn't a fight. I think I just saw Lyman and Fabregas have a little argument, and Zlatan was right there!"
Upon hearing Lehmann's name, Li Shiguang's eyes lit up! If it was him, it really was a possibility. After all, this big-mouthed guy had a history of criticizing Kahn in the national team, Almunia in the club, and even accusing an opposing striker of stepping on his toes on the field!
"Okay!" With that in mind, Li Shiguang nodded and instructed Simeone, "When we encounter a dead ball later, call Zlatan to the sidelines and ask him!"
Not long after, taking advantage of the moment when Gilberto fouled Modric in midfield and the referee stopped the game, Li Shiguang learned the whole story from Ibrahimovic.
After a moment's thought, he immediately instructed Ibrahimovic to return to the field and then notify the Leeds United players to intensify their pressing in the attacking third, so that Arsenal would pass the ball back to Lehmann every time they gained possession. He also told Ibrahimovic to seize the opportunity and rush to tackle Lehmann as soon as he got the ball!
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"The game has been going on for 18 minutes and the score is still 0-0. The two teams have been fighting fiercely in midfield recently, and it seems that the two coaches have very similar tactical ideas today!"
"That's right. Leeds United pressed high up the pitch right from the start, but Arsenal quickly adapted, constantly trying to create opportunities by passing the ball around in their own half! But there's something, Eddie, I don't know if you've noticed, but in the last few minutes Leeds United have increased the intensity of their pressing, and Alonso has been frequently crossing the halfway line to join the battle!"
"Hmm, I noticed that, ever since..." The broadcast showed Alves crossing the center line to press Rosicky, interrupting Eddie Gray's commentary. "Here we go again, Rosicky just received the pass, and Alves immediately closed in!"
Holy crap? Are you guys crazy?
As soon as Rosicky got the ball, he felt a hot body with a slightly sweaty smell press tightly against him. Moreover, this damn Brazilian not only kept trying to steal the ball from his feet, but also kept making small movements with his hands. Realizing that he could not turn around at all, Rosicky had no choice but to pass the ball back to Clichy.
Modric, who had moved from defensive midfield to central midfield, saw Rosicky pass back and immediately abandoned marking Gilberto, rushing towards Clichy.
The match had been going on for more than 10 minutes, and Arsenal had basically figured out Leeds United's tactics.
As before, when Clichy saw Modric deliberately blocking his passing lane and rushing towards him, he didn't hesitate and turned to kick the ball back to Lehmann, who had already run over to receive it.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, everything will be the same as before: facing Ibrahimovic's pressure, Lehmann will launch a long ball towards midfield, and then the two sides will engage in a new round of battle in midfield.
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