Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 544

Wenger took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Stuart, and lit it silently.

The room was filled with smoke, and the two men, who were more than a hundred years old in total, were silent.

To be honest.

Wenger had never experienced such an outrageous thing in his life, the opponent coach asked him for tactics.

Maybe the entire football world.

There will never be a second Stuart like this.

But as the head coach of Arsenal, Wenger is also a human being, and people will empathize and understand.

Wenger understood Stuart's ideas, but after understanding, it also takes time to think and accept.

"Are you so sure that I can provide you with the right help? Our Arsenal was eliminated by Eindhoven this year."

Wenger smiled, with a bitter smile.

"If I give you a Su, now it's not Manchester United playing against Chelsea, but Arsenal."

Stuart replied with a little self-mockery.

Everyone said that it was Su Fei who made Manchester City and Stuart successful. In fact, Stuart himself was also very clear about this.

He was indeed just a half-baked coach.

"This is the key, in fact, you also know very well. Why Manchester City can get to this point. That is Su."

Wenger felt Stuart's sincere attitude.

He made up his mind.

But there are some things that Wenger doesn't want to say too clearly, after all, Stuart is the head coach of Manchester City and his opponent in the Premier League.

"You think Su is another Drogba."

"So you have been learning from Chelsea's set, a 4-3-3, but Chelsea can win even without Drogba."

"And Manchester City's current system, without Su... I believe you know how to play."

Stuart thought carefully about Wenger's words and fell into deep thought.

Wenger added another sentence.

"In fact, you have so many excellent midfielders who can adapt to multiple positions. You shouldn't be so suppressed by AC Milan in the midfield. Handing over the midfield means losing control of the rhythm."

"Okay, that's it."

"I'll watch the game between Manchester United and Chelsea later. I like to watch the game alone."

Stuart saw Gwen standing up to see him off, and stood up immediately.

"Thank you, Mr. Wenger."

"Stop, I didn't say anything. I suggest that next time you have such tactical problems, it is more appropriate to discuss them with your own assistants."

Wenger waved his hand and sent Stuart out all the way.

After returning to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa and lighting another cigarette.

Suddenly regretted it a little.

Damn it.

The next round of the Premier League will be against Manchester City.

If Stuart wants to understand what he means, won't he use Arsenal to train his troops?

Damn.

I'm still too soft-hearted.

Forget it.

I hope Chelsea can beat Manchester United today. It seems good to see the dead old man's red face on TV.

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Stuart left Wenger's house.

Frowning all the way.

Constantly thinking about Wenger's words.

A drowning person will try to grab any straw.

Midfield.

Midfield.

Midfield.

Stuart is of course very clear about the problems in the midfield. When playing against AC Milan yesterday, putting Su Fei in the front midfielder position was Stuart's attempt.

But it is obvious.

It is a temporary solution.

Many excellent midfielders?

Wenger didn't say much, so Stuart chose to think carefully about every word.

Gradually.

Some new ideas emerged from Stuart's mind.

These ideas.

Let Stuart feel a sense of sudden enlightenment.

He thought of a brand new attempt.

He felt that he had really found a way to fight against AC Milan.

His brows gradually relaxed.

He was so excited that he jumped up and down like a child. He couldn't help but want to return to the training base to conduct experiments.

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That afternoon, at Manchester City's training base.

When Stewart appeared at the side of the court, he immediately caused a commotion among Manchester City players.

"The boss is back!"

"Huh?!"

"Damn, it's true! And the boss looks in a good mood, he's actually smiling!"

"Boss!!"

The players spontaneously came to Stewart to gather, and Knight even came forward to praise him.Zhang surrounded Stuart and looked left and right.

Stuart raised his eyebrows.

"What are you doing, Knight?"

"Boss, I came to see if you have any wounds on your body, and if you have done anything stupid, such as cutting your wrists."

"Get it!"

Knight returned to the team with a smile, and everyone laughed, and the depressing training atmosphere in the morning disappeared.

Stuart did not waste time, nor did he explain what he did in the morning.

With a wave of his hand, he began to divide the players into two groups and arrange training matches.

The players did not expect that the first thing Stuart did after returning was to organize the game.

But when the group formation came out.

They quickly understood it.

It turned out that the starting lineup was changed, and it was a particularly big adjustment.

Su Fei was very surprised.

Seeing the new formation arrangement, he was even more curious about what the old man did in the morning.

Is this a secret retreat at home.

Researching new tactics?

After the groups were divided, Stewart did not rush to start the training match, but explained to the players first.

"The new lineup is used to deal with the second round of the match against AC Milan."

"We will also use this new formation to play against Arsenal on the 28th."

"The overall offensive thinking and game rhythm will be very different from before. Time is tight, but I believe that with everyone's ability, we can adapt quickly."

"Next, I will talk about the key adjustments..."

The sky was clear and the breeze was blowing.

Stewart talked endlessly, and every Manchester City player listened very carefully.

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Under the same sky, London, Stamford Bridge.

The first round of the Champions League semi-final between Chelsea and Manchester United officially started with the referee's whistle.

On the side of the court.

It was the arrogant Portuguese with his hands crossed on his chest, and the red-nosed old man chewing gum not far away.

At the beginning of the season.

No one would have thought that these two Premier League giants would meet in the Champions League knockout stage.

The game was extremely intense.

After all, whoever wins will enter the Champions League final.

27th minute.

Ronaldo accelerated on the right side and passed two people.

After dribbling the ball to the front court.

He changed his line and cut inside.

He dribbled the ball horizontally to the top of the Chelsea penalty area and twisted his body to shoot.

The football passed through Chelsea's defense.

It flew over the fingertips of Peter Cech and crossed the goal line.

In an instant.

Throughout the Stamford Bridge stadium, the small group of Red Devils fans who went with the team burst into cheers that resounded through the sky.

1:0!

Ronaldo helped Chelsea score the first goal.

Ferguson, chewing gum, ran excitedly and raised his hands to cheer.

"Christie!"

"Christie!"

"Christie!"

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