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Chapter 477 We are the champions!

Chapter 477 We are the champions!

Sitting on a sofa in a house in Manchester, Ferguson watched the Champions League final with nostalgia in his eyes.

Although he has been away from football for two full years, he still pays attention to the game all the time.

Arsenal's rise was inevitable.

Even Wenger needs to admit that they are made up of a very good group of players.

But most importantly, this Arsenal team has a winning spirit.

This spirit can exist in either form.

The Manchester United team led by Ferguson was brave!

And this Arsenal is tough!

A mental toughness stronger than steel and a spirit that wants to win.

This spirit and ambition formed this team, and after being polished by Wenger, a champion team was born.

Ferguson appreciates Wenger.

Although the two have different philosophies, both are very good coaches.

In the past years, there have been many frictions between Ferguson and Wenger, but they were all because of their positions. If they leave the club aside, they might not!Still can't be friends.

It is estimated that we will have to quarrel after two words!

but.

"Hey! You promise me you'll only watch half the game!"

A white-haired old woman came out. He was Ferguson's wife, Kathy.

Ferguson looked at Casey showing a trace of innocence, and said, "I'm fascinated by it, let me watch the game."

"Really!" Casey shook her head helplessly, she was worried about Ferguson's body.

Casey sat next to Ferguson, also watching TV.

At this point the camera came to Wenger.

Wenger couldn't sit still anymore, he came to the sidelines, hugged his hands, and frowned.

Casey couldn't help but said; "Arsena looks very indifferent."

Hearing this, Ferguson laughed heartily and said, "He's very nervous!"

"Where did you see it?" Casey was puzzled.

Ferguson pointed to the TV, and Wenger said with his finger; "Look, his fingers are tapping his arms one after another. This is his nervousness. He likes to hug his arms, not because he thinks this posture is cool or comfortable. Like, he's just trying to hide his nervousness."

"Whenever he was nervous, his fingers would point his arms uncontrollably. The more nervous he was, the faster he would point."

Casey suddenly realized, and said, "Just like you chew gum?"

"Almost." Ferguson nodded.

"This time, Arsene may win the Champions League." Casey laughed.

Ferguson turned his head and said, "You want him to win the Champions League?"

"Of course!" Casey said; "He is an excellent head coach, and he is very gentlemanly and charming."

Ferguson immediately curled his lips and said, "You haven't seen him swearing."

After a pause, Ferguson smiled; "However, he is indeed worthy of the Champions League."

The two turned their gazes to Wenger on the TV again.

At this time, Wenger's fingers tapped his arm rapidly, and the frequency became faster and faster.

Ferguson couldn't help laughing; "What did I say?"

In the arena, Wenger couldn't help tapping his arms with his fingers, and at the same time tapped the ground with his toes.

He was already tense to a certain extent.

The other coaches and substitute players have all stood up.

The Arsenal fans in the stands have also got up.

Their eyes flick back and forth across the pitch and the clock.

3 minutes of stoppage time.

But why is this damn 3 minutes so long.

Only 1 minute has passed.

Almost every two seconds, they looked at the timer and cursed inwardly.

Juventus's offense became more intense in the game on the field.

Even goalkeeper Buffon came out and joined the attack.

This moment is undoubtedly a moment of desperate struggle.

If Juventus can't score goals, they can only lose their chances.

At this time, Pirlo suddenly lobped the ball towards the penalty area.

The lob just fell between Koscielny and Morata. Due to Koscielny's mistake, he failed to judge the landing point.

Morata will naturally not give up this opportunity.

Pull the ball towards the ball.

At this moment, all Arsenal people held their breath nervously, trembling in their hearts.

The ball flew towards the goal.

A pair of fists suddenly appeared and pushed the ball out.

The ball tops the penalty area line.

Pirlo got the ball and looked up immediately.

At this moment, everyone knew that Pirlo was going to take a long shot.

But at the moment Pirlo wanted to kick, a figure came out from the side.

Even with the ball, he shoveled directly!

Pirlo fell to the ground with a howl, and he fell heavily on Le Kai.

Lucy himself snorted.

foul! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Juventus fans yell.

The referee also showed Lucky a yellow card, which was judged to be a set kick by Juventus.

Pirlo didn't want to waste time, he reluctantly got up.

Ready for a set kick.

And Le Kai immediately ran back to act as a human wall.

On the Juventus side, including goalkeeper Buffon, almost everyone rushed forward, ready to compete for the top.

At this moment, the Arsenal players were extremely nervous.

Pirlo has already scored a free kick, and they are afraid that this guy will score another one.

Arsenal goalkeeper Keylor Navas is also extremely nervous.

He kept adjusting his position on the human wall, licked his lower lip nervously, clapped his hands together and said:

"bring it on!"

Pirlo made a decisive run-up to the free throw.

Still a deciduous ball.

It is also flying towards Le Kai.

Come again?

This time, Lucky has experience.

He stretched his neck slightly and rubbed the ball with his scalp.

The ball was rubbed and changed its rotation.

This also caused the ball, which should have fallen, to fly straight to the crossbar.

With a ding, it rebounded and fell into the penalty area.

Arsenal's big penalty area is messed up.

Almost everyone is fighting for the ball inside.

mess up.

Morata touched the ball, adjusted and wanted to shoot, but the ball was hooked by Le Kai.

Lucky wanted to make a clearance, but Pereira suddenly poked the ball.

The ball drilled through the crowd and appeared at the feet of Wilshere at the outer end of the penalty area.

At this time, Wilshere was also a little confused. When he was still nervously watching the big penalty area, the ball suddenly came to his feet.

Everyone turned their heads almost simultaneously.

The eyes of the Arsenal players were red.

The eyes of the Juventus players were glowing, as if they were about to tear themselves apart.

Suddenly, Lucky shouted; "Jack!! Run! Empty door!!!—"

Wilshere's body shook, he turned around immediately, lowered his head and began to rush forward.

Buffon immediately roared: "Back to defense!!!"

"Stop him!!"

Most of the Juventus players who still have physical fitness have advanced to catch up with Wilshere.

Wilshere dribbles in front and explodes.

The Juventus players behind are also chasing after them.

The two sides staged a speed battle on the green field.

Wilshere's speed was very fast, but he was a little discouraged when he came to the middle circle area, and he couldn't run anymore.

The Juventus players kept shortening the distance by throwing their arms away.

At this moment, Wilshere raised his head slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the other side's empty door.

There is a distance of about 40 meters.

His last shot of the game.

Wilshere made some adjustments, turned his body slightly sideways, and 'shot' the ball with the front of his foot in a passing way.

At this time, Bonucci also caught up with Wilshere and shoveled the latter to the ground.

But it's all over.

All eyes were on the ball in the sky.

Buffon is still chasing wildly.

The ball landed near the penalty area in the penalty area and bounced like a goal.

At this time, Buffon also stepped into the penalty area.

He quickly shook his hands, quickened his pace, and finally threw his whole body out.

In the air, Buffon stretched his hands straight.

He wants to hook the ball out.

The fingertips touched the ball and flicked hard.

The ball slid and failed to hook out.

Buffon's face suddenly turned pale. He was in mid-air, watching the ball fall into the goal.

At this moment, the 37-year-old Buffon will once again miss the Champions League.

boom! !

Buffon landed, his fall hurt, but far less than the pain inside.

leave!ball!up!

Arsenal scored another goal and the score expanded to 3:1.

There is no hope!

Arsenal at the last moment. Lore!

Wilshere lay on the ground, watching the ball fly into the goal, his tense body slowly relaxed.

He turned over and looked up at the sky.

His hands stretched out to the sky, as if he could touch the sky in this way.

A small smile appeared on the corner of Wilshere's mouth, and the laughter became louder and louder, and the tears could no longer hold back.

"We are ~~~~~~~"

Wilshere roared violently: "Champion!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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