"Is Marseille swinging? Does Fabregas want to use this action to humiliate Andre? Unfriendly guys!!"

What? Who do you think you are? Zidane?

Xiangnan also had the same first feeling as Mr. Wilson. This Arsenal's offensive core planned to humiliate himself with Zidane's signature move. Just when Xiangnan's right foot was pressed on--

The ball gently knocked from Fabregas's right foot and returned to the left foot. Then a hidden left foot was rubbed. The ball was passed south to Walcott's feet!!!

"Beautiful pass, Espanyol did a pretty good job. Andre didn't expect it to be a pass. To be honest, even I thought Espanyol was going to humiliate Andre just now. I have to say that this is a smart guy!!"

After Walcott got the ball, he directly had a straight ball--

Hleb had a beautiful forward, and suddenly started, leaving Chelsea's defense behind---

"Accurate pass!! Walcott's smart pass, shot!!g-----l!! The ball was scored. Kudicini had no way to do this goal. Wenger's substitution was effective. The Belarusian proved his value."

At 83 minutes of the game, Hleb's goal changed the score on the field to 1:2, and the score gap was narrowed to one goal. Arsenal fans seemed to see hope again.

Xiangnan grabbed his hair in annoyed manner and stared at the Red No. 4 not far away. This guy played tricks on himself and caused the team to concede the goal--

This is really terrible!!

Fabregas is so experienced that he is still a little proud!!

"Andre, don't be uncomfortable with the goal conceding just now. That's not your responsibility. You are a forward. Your task is not to defend, but to score goals!!"

Pizarro noticed his partner's expression and patted Xiangnan's shoulder.

Yes, I'm a forward and I want to score a goal!!

Espanyol, you won this round, just--
Chapter completed!