Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189
Chapter 1189: Chapter 367: Capello, Nemesis of Evil
“I can’t explain it to you.”
He had spent a lot of effort dealing with those ravens.
So he had no mood to argue with Faria.
“Alright, just be careful yourself.”
Noticing the impatience on Boas’s face,
Faria decided not to provoke Boas further and returned to his seat on the coaching bench.
The first half of the match had already entered injury time.
Boas stood on the sidelines, his mind still on what had just happened.
He had taken fireworks confiscated by the staff from Wembley’s warehouse, but since the match was ongoing, he didn’t dare ignite too many.
Even so, he was discovered by Wembley staff.
Fortunately, he was familiar enough with Wembley Stadium to shake them off.
Boas felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
Being the companion of justice isn’t easy.
Adebayor tried to break through with the ball at the front, but Terry and Carvalho weren’t fooled by his feints.
After two attempts, Terry managed to poke the ball away from behind.
Luckily, Fabregas was quick enough to follow up, racing in to use his heel to pass the ball back to a teammate in front of Essien.
Diaby, upon receiving the ball, was knocked from behind by Deco and immediately clutched his calf and fell to the ground.
“Bastard, see what you’ve done!”
Eboue came over and pushed Deco, shouting.
Denilson saw Huang Kaiwen coming over and decisively slowed down his steps.
“Just as the first half was coming to an end, Arsenal’s Diaby got injured. Since joining Arsenal in the 2006 winter break, he has missed eight months due to a fractured ankle and has been injured seven times in his two and a half years at Arsenal, though not as often as Huang Kaiwen, but his playing rate is indeed lower than Huang Kaiwen’s.”
“Yes, there are quite a few injuries among Arsenal players. Talented youngster Jack Wilshere, who signed a professional contract in 2008, has also been plagued by injuries.”
“Another player with numerous injuries is the Little Flying Dutchman, Robben, Huang Kaiwen’s former teammate, who has suffered over 30 injuries, though it can’t compare to Huang Kaiwen’s 92 injuries; however, he has also missed considerable time due to injuries.” Chapters first released on noᴠelfire.net
“This time Arsenal players were quite agitated, but they managed to control their emotions, perhaps knowing that Diaby is prone to injuries, and Alex Song was warming up on the sidelines, set to go up against Huang Kaiwen in the second half.”
“The referee awarded a free kick, taken by Fabregas himself. Running up… a shot! Wow, Cech saved it, and Atkinson blew the halftime whistle. Fabregas approached Atkinson, and although we couldn’t hear what was said, from his expression, we could guess the young captain thought a corner should’ve been awarded.”
The players from both teams headed towards the tunnel.
Huang Kaiwen greeted Van Persie.
There was hardly any interaction between Huntelaar and Van Persie.
Previously, Huntelaar had outperformed Van Nistelrooy in the National Team.
Mainly due to his efficiency in the Eredivisie.
The Netherlands team needed a Basten-type striker, and during the previous European Cup, they played 4-2-3-1.
With shadow striker Van der Vaart, Sneijder on the left, Huntelaar held the single forward position not only due to his efficiency but also because Van Nistelrooy wasn’t performing well, and Van Persie was often injured; not because he was the best fit for the Netherlands team.
Now Van Persie’s performances were improving.
The Dutch head coach changed to Van Marwijk, Van Bommel’s father-in-law, and Huntelaar lost his starting position again.
This competitive relationship distanced him from Van Persie.
There’s competition among Dutch players across different positions, let alone the same position.
“Kevin, wipe off your sweat…”
Seeing Huang Kaiwen heading to the sideline, Boas instinctively said, realizing he had nothing in hand, he smiled awkwardly.
Huang Kaiwen took a towel from the equipment manager and handed it to Boas, saying, “Coach, you don’t look so well, wipe it off.”
“I’m fine. How are you feeling?”
Boas asked, “Arsenal’s tackles are numerous, especially targeting you.”
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
Behind the elegant playstyle, tackles are inevitable; otherwise, it’s easy to get hit by counterattacks.
He had used an [Immunity Card] before playing against Arsenal, so having issues would be strange.
Boas pointed to the opposite side: “Mr. Wenger is coming over.”
Huang Kaiwen nodded to Wenger and walked into the tunnel.
“Louis Andre, I saw during the first half that the fitness coach was giving orders, why?”
Wenger asked, covering his mouth.
He dared not let the media capture this casually.
Otherwise, Mourinho would definitely hassle him.
“I went to the restroom.”
Boas said somewhat embarrassedly.
Always using the restroom as an excuse indeed didn’t align well with his education.
“Heh, no need to make excuses.”
Wenger laughed and said, “It doesn’t take half an hour to go to the restroom, I understand your position. Mourinho only trusts people he trusts; that fitness coach is his confidant. If one day you feel uncomfortable coaching at Chelsea, come to Arsenal as my assistant coach.”
What issues does he have with Mourinho?
Though emotionally, Mourinho was closer to Faria, in work, Boas was who Mourinho relied on most.
Has there been some misunderstanding?
“You and Mourinho are different people. Since he let Kevin start today, I knew what kind of person he is, but you’re different.”
Wenger patted Boas on the shoulder, smiling, and walked into the player tunnel.
Boas stood there with a wry smile, only moving to step into the tunnel after some time had passed.