Chapter 799: Fighting Side by Side! First Four Goals! Lifting the Community Shield Cup!! English Football Grand Slam Nears!

Chapter 799: Chapter 8: Fighting Side by Side! First Four Goals! Lifting the Community Shield Cup!! English Football Grand Slam Nears!

The referee blows the whistle to kick off, Benzema sends the ball from the center circle for Chelsea.

Ma’el strides across the half-court, feeling a very clear sensation that with Gilbert on, every second from now on will be different for him.

He’s playing more comfortably and with many new pursuits.

“Boom boom…!”

Chelsea’s players pass the ball two or three times, sending it to Arsenal’s backfield. Their organizational ability and creativity are still strong, mounting a fierce counterattack.

However, compared to before, the difficulty of entering Arsenal’s territory has undoubtedly risen quite a bit.

After Gilbert took the field, he positioned himself on the right midfield, forming a barrier with Arteta in the center, falling into double defensive midfield in defense, sealing off more space.

Moreover, one is young, able to run, and aggressive; the other is older, experienced, and can hold the line, quickly forming a great chemistry in partnership, complementing each other perfectly.

“Pop…!” Gilbert’s several aggressive tackles completed interceptions and disruptions, even quickly contributing a steal statistic.

Even if occasionally hit by the attacking combo of Ocas and Fabregas, Arteta’s delay can stabilize the situation, giving him a chance to chase back.

In ball distribution, both demonstrate excellent fundamentals, most of the time successfully finding the organizational core, Cazorla.

On the sidelines, Wenger sees this and smiles contentedly, pulling out his notebook to jot something down.

“I think Wenger should be very happy now. If Gilbert can be used, they have so many options for the new season.”

In the commentary room, watching the camera on Wenger, Zhang Lu explains with a smile in his voice: “In attack, use Alexander Song plus Cazorla, add Ramsay, or Rosicky can also be used.

“There’s Walcott, Podolski, attacking full-back Andre Santos, all cards to play at any time.

“As for defense, just pull off Giroud or Van Persie, put on Gilbert and Song, and add a center-back.

“In any case, there’s always a way, with such personnel reserves, a deep and diverse bench, allowing them to easily form various formations to meet almost all tactical setups.

“If you really can’t open up the defense, Ma’el is there as a nuclear weapon. Just get the ball to him.”

“Haha…” Zhan Jun this time turns into the one laughing and commenting, “But with so many top players gathered together, many are bound to find unsatisfactory playing time.

“So whether it’s a trouble or an advantage, I’m sure it’s hard to say?”

“Yes.” Zhang Lu nods slightly, agreeing: “It mainly depends on how Wenger handles it and how the team performs across all competitions.

“There was a statistic after last season, a team battling on both Premier League and Champions League fronts, will at least play 46 matches.

“This is the minimum; outside the Premier League if they advance one or two rounds further on any front, they will have 1, 2, or even more extra matches, 60+ matches for the whole season is also possible.

“If there can be roughly 60 matches, key players play 35-45 matches, rotations play 15-25 matches, adding 10 substitute appearances, their dissatisfaction should be minimized.”

Zhan Jun nods, acknowledging: “Indeed, Premier League’s Champions League teams have many matches.

“Compared to La Liga and Serie A, they have the potential to support more players, and if Arsenal can achieve good results on multiple fronts this season, it may not be a problem.”

After finishing the good words, Zhang Lu jokes: “But nevertheless, a team’s first line-up with a formation of over thirty people still gives a strange feeling.”

“Haha…!” The two laugh and then focus on the field, seriously commentating on the match.

The time reaches the 72nd minute, Wembley Stadium gradually falls into tension, Arsenal fans anxiously await victory, while Chelsea fans silently hope for a miracle.

“Boom… pop…!”

Ribery suddenly seizes the moment when Kyle Walker is distracted, nutmegging past the young full-back.

Knowing the opponent may quickly chase back, after breaking through he sends a low straight pass without looking into the middle.

“Boom!!”

The soccer ball angles back to an inverted triangle position, where Fabregas receives it, spins in place to open an angle, and shoots with his left foot aiming for the far corner.

“Pop!”

The soccer ball hits between Mertesacker’s legs, brushing the inner side of his left calf muscle and changing direction towards the net.

Lori dives towards the far corner seeing the ball deflect to the center, to adjust seems impossible, it’s unlikely.

“Swoosh!” The ball smashes into the upper center of the net, causing the net to jolt violently.

“Aaaahhh…..!” Chelsea fans erupt, having felt despair looking at the seemingly impregnable Arsenal defense, recalling that their team also has a squad of talented attack players.

Deflection into the net!

1 to 2!

Benzema runs quickly to retrieve the ball from the goal, most Chelsea players have hope on their faces, turning to run back to their half.

“Yeah…..!!”

Only Fabregas and Ribery, who were just bickering, run to the sidelines to celebrate like two big fools shoulder to shoulder.

“Scratch…..!” Fabregas slides to his knees, this is his first match facing former club Arsenal, and it can be said, he has waited long for this sliding on knees opportunity.

He wants to use this resolute way to sever his inner regret for past choices.