"Stop him, don't let him counterattack!"
Wenger, who hadn't even returned to the coach's box, was losing his composure.
With Huang Kaiwen on the ball, a counterattack was always a sure bet.
He initially wanted to yell for a direct tackle, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Losing one match was one thing, but losing two players could mean having to sell the Emirates Stadium.
[Fabregas] wasn't a player known for speed.
But being young, he wasn't slow on his feet either.
With the talent boost from the Yellow Ball King, he showed speed comparable to Owen.
Diaby, who had been waiting in the backfield, dashed straight for Huang Kaiwen when he saw this.
Huang Kaiwen almost swore.
He suspected that the old professor intentionally sent Diaby up to bump into him.
Against such a fragile player, Huang Kaiwen hesitated to get too close.
As Diaby lunged with his foot extended, Huang Kaiwen deftly poked the ball with his right foot.
Plonk—
