Chapter 87: Battle against Arsenal (I)
This is a big gamble, and Leicester City can't really do anything tactically. It's like using a trick that a higher-level opponent is good at, which can easily expose their own shortcomings, and there is a high probability that they will be beaten again by the opponent with this trick.
If they don't use this formation, then even if they use other tactics, Leicester City will be helpless, and it can even be said that they have no chance of winning.
Since the tactics have been determined, Eggsy will not raise any objections. This is the absolute right of the coaching staff in the club.
At this moment, Eggsy had no time to think about other things, such as whether this tactic tbbb:bb: would be successful, because he was constantly alternating between sideways and quick steps on the treadmill, and Eggsy's sports T-shirt was already soaked with sweat.
Sweat was now dripping from his chin. Eggsy's physical strength had already reached its limit, but he was still trying hard to break through.
When Eggsy really couldn't run anymore and his legs were so weak from running, he quickly reached out and slammed the pause button on the treadmill. The next second, Eggsy fell directly onto the treadmill.
Fortunately, the conveyor belt on the treadmill had stopped, and Eggsy knelt on the belt and gasped for breath. He had been doing this heavy-load exercise for 4 and a half hours, which meant that he had been doing this crazy exercise all afternoon in order to constantly push his physical strength to the limit.
Limit, breakthrough, limit, breakthrough.
Eggsy was madly pushing himself to the limit. This cruel self-imposed pressure made him so tired that he almost didn't want to talk. Eggsy didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he climbed off the treadmill and collapsed on the ground.
Before he could catch his breath, Eggsy's cell phone rang.
Eggsy opened his eyes tiredly, then slowly stretched out his arm and pressed the answer and speakerphone buttons.
"Hey..." Eggsy's voice was filled with deep fatigue and was as weak as nothing.
"Eggsy?" The voice on the phone was a little distorted, but Eggsy didn't have the strength to get up and see who it was, so he could only say what the person said.
"Hmm." And before and after this "hmm" was Eggsy's unsteady breathing, which was particularly loud and rapid.
This really scared Ronaldo on the other end of the phone! Because he seemed to have encountered this situation last time. The mistake that made Ronaldo hang up the phone in a panic last time made Ronaldo laughed at by Ramos for a long time.
Guessing that it might be the same again today, Mr. Luo pondered for a while before slowly lowering his voice and quietly asking, "Are you doing physical therapy again?"
This sentence made Eggsy, who was lying on the ground, laugh and cry at the same time, and also made Eggsy, who was lying on the ground, choked and started coughing.
Mr. Luo realized that he had made a mistake and immediately asked, "Ah? Are you sick?"
"No..." Eggsy took a deep breath, got up and moved to the phone and whispered, "I'm just exhausted."
Ronaldo was speechless at the other end of the phone. He was surprised and felt a little bit of sympathy for his fellow man, but when he thought about Eggsy's age, he felt a little distressed.
"Get some rest." Ronaldo's tone was stiff and a little angry. Ronaldo himself felt that his words were a little harsh, and then softened: "Don't push yourself too hard. After all, Eggsy football is an 11-person sport."
At this time, Eggsy really wanted to tell Ronaldo that he would be the main core in the next game. It could be said that half of the command power on the court was given to him. He was afraid that he would not do well, and he was even more afraid that he would lead the team to lose.
But this is the club's tactic after all, and Eggsy can't say it, so he felt a little aggrieved. After holding it in for a long time, he asked Mr. Luo: "Why did you call?"
When Ronaldo mentioned this, he snorted: "I think a certain little guy might be a little nervous in the next game." Then Ronaldo snorted proudly: "So, why don't you thank me quickly?"
“Hahaha,” Eggsy laughed, “Well, thank you. But you came at the right time. I have something to ask you.”
"You say." Ronaldo was sitting in his car at this time. Although the car had not started yet, he put away his joking expression and became serious. He even sat up straight.
"You, you were the core player on the court every time before, how did you do it?"
Ronaldo was stunned by this question and thought about it afterwards. Why was he stunned? He was always the core and had long forgotten how to play as the core. The reason he thought about it was because he didn't know how to explain how he did it.
"Try your best."
Eggsy instantly engraved these words into his bones, and in a flash he felt that his hard work and fatigue were right and correct, and that it could lead them to victory and success.
So Eggsy immediately said thank you, hung up the phone and continued the devilish training. Ronaldo on the other end of the phone was a little confused. He didn't have time to think about whether Eggsy's behavior was polite or not. He was just thinking: Is it okay for me to say this? The little guy is not so stubborn, right? He should know what it means to do things within his ability...
Right?
The reason why Ronaldo can make this call today is actually because this match has already been promoted to Spain, and the two teams have already caused a sensation in the football world.
One is a Premier League giant with strong financial strength.
One is a dark horse in the Premier League, with strong tactics and tough style.
It is really hard to say at the moment who has a better chance of winning, and fans have even started a war of words on various platforms over this dark horse battle against the giants.
No matter whether the Gunners fans choose Ivanov or Sanchez, the Foxes fans will always say: We have the Eggsy system.
No matter what the Gunners fans show their achievements or trophies, the Foxes fans will always respond with the same message: We have the Eggsy system.
Even the Gunners fans said that we have coach Wenger, but this time the Leicester fans continued to say: Although we have the tinkerer Ranieri, we also have the Eggsy system!
Later, the Gunners fans were completely pissed off and even vowed to let the Foxes know how powerful they are!
So the ones who were constantly criticized and had to clean up the mess were the management of the Premier League, so they directly limited the seating areas and number of away fans. In the end, all the tickets for this game at the Emirates Stadium were sold out, and only 300 fans came to Leicester City.
...This fight is bound to fail unless they are all a fighting nation.
The situation has become so chaotic now, and can the media let go of such a big piece of meat? Can they not get involved?
Whether it is open or covert, there are more or less large bets on this game from all sources. There are even media bosses behind the scenes who provide information on the teams and players and dare to calculate the odds of each team.
Amidst such a boiling and eager anticipation, the day when Leicester City played away against Arsenal soon arrived.
This time the game is still in the afternoon. I heard that this is to cater to Asian users who have higher ratings. But in terms of cause and effect, if you let me play football in the sunset in the afternoon in summer, I can only say: You are so hot! It's killing me!
So before the players from both teams went on the court, everyone was a little annoyed by the sunshine, especially the side facing the sun, which would make it difficult for them to open their eyes from time to time. So the players from both teams in the player channel were silently praying in their hearts that their captains would get the side that was not exposed to the sun when they drew lots later.
Eggsy, who was standing behind the captain, felt that he was sweating. He was not feeling unwell but was a little nervous. This kind of panic, which was like a premonition of something, made him feel that the good luck he had stored for today seemed to be slowly slipping away.
Is it just bad luck today? This thought just flashed through Eggsy's mind, but he suppressed it. He thought it was impossible.
Even if I am not a human being, I am at least a divine beast that can control good luck. I shouldn't be so stupid.
Soon Eggsy started to panic because Captain Morgan went to draw lots and got the side that was being bathed in the setting sun. Everyone felt their skin getting oily from being bathed in the afternoon sun.
But after stretching his body joints, Eggsy turned around and clapped his hands to cheer everyone up. After all, Leicester City was the first to attack, so he started to run slowly and waited for Morgan to pass the ball to him.
Leicester City is like a slowly moving train at this moment. Once it really speeds up, it will be impossible to stop.
Wenger is an old man on the field, so what tricks can be hidden from his eyes? Leicester City just ran at an incredibly fast speed in the midfield, and Eggsy, as the organizer of the Leicester City midfield battle, showed his astonishing ball control ability almost at the beginning of this attack.
After Morgan passed the ball to him, Eggsy had just run less than 10 steps when two Arsenal midfielders, Gibbs and Sanchez, came to pinch Eggsy. Just as they were trying to get the ball, Eggsy jumped up.
However, Sanchez and Gibbs would not think that they would let Eggsy go just because he jumped up. Before the game, they knew Eggsy's nickname: Mobile Turret!
This kid is not easy to brake once he starts running, and even if someone comes to brake him (tackle him), it is useless. Many of this kid's highlights are jumping, running, and even passing while running. As long as the ball is at his feet, it is difficult to stop him.
So the Arsenal players received Wenger's order, that is, even if Eggsy flew up on the spot, you have to keep an eye on him, because you are afraid that he can fly with the ball! !
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