Chapter 84

With one player down and the score trailing, Arsenal no longer rushed to attack. They passed the ball back when there was no good opportunity, firmly controlling the game and not giving Chelsea any chance to play. Especially Vieira and Gilberto Silva, they completely contained Chelsea's defensive linchpin, Makelele. Even if he managed to make a tackle, they would quickly counter and regain possession.

Twenty minutes into the first half, Chelsea's only effective shot was Lampard's volley at the start of the game! Jiao Wanxian pinched his chin, silently observing the situation on the field. Assistant coach Boas, however, couldn't sit still, shaking his head and saying, "Wanxian, we need to think of a way to change things. If this continues, the team has no chance of winning!"

"What do you suggest?" Jiao Wanxian asked with a smile.

Seeing Jiao Wanxian still smiling, Boas felt a surge of frustration. He thought for a moment, sighed, and shook his head, feeling helpless. He thought to himself, "I've always said that the team can't stick to the same strategy of controlling the ball, attacking from both wings, and pressing forward in three lines. We must seize every counter-attack opportunity! What's wrong with counter-attacking? Everyone does it. You, Jiao Wanxian, are too proud..."

Jiao Wanxian seemed to read Boas's thoughts, furrowing his brows and saying in a serious tone, "So, you think the team should play a counter-attacking strategy?"

Seeing Jiao Wanxian's stern look, Boas didn't dare to nod. He quickly shook his head and said with a straight face, "No, of course not! Counter-attacking is just a trick used by ordinary coaches. You, Wanxian, are at the pinnacle of world football. With your powerful offensive capabilities, you can break through any defense. You don't need to counter-attack; you need to dominate the field and make the opponents admit defeat!"

It's like a battle between two armies. Counter-attacking is like a sneak attack from behind, which even Meng Huo wouldn't accept. Jiao Wanxian, with his high standards, found it beneath him.

Jiao Wanxian's expression improved slightly. He squinted his eyes and observed the field, saying calmly, "After observing for these few minutes, I found that the reason we can't organize effective attacks is because we don't have possession. And the reason we don't have possession is because our defensive midfielders can't intercept."

Boas's face changed, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes... that's exactly right. Vieira and Gilberto Silva are among the best defensive midfielders in the world. One Makelele can't handle them. How about... bringing on Gremio like in the last game?"

Jiao Wanxian pursed his lips, glanced at the substitutes' bench, and lowered his voice, "This winter, Gremio is likely to leave Chelsea and join Manchester United! He's not my player anymore, so why should I give him a chance to perform?"

"Perform...?" Boas was taken aback by Jiao Wanxian's words.

Jiao Wanxian straightened his back and said proudly, "Of course! The players under me are not just there to cope with the game; they are performing on the grand stage of the pitch! Even though Highbury is a bit small, the game is important. This is a rare opportunity for a performance, so it should be given to the core players!"

"Cough... cough..." Boas's face turned red, and he looked at Jiao Wanxian in shock, "You're not changing the lineup to improve the situation on the field, but to give players a chance to perform?"

"Of course! There's no team in the world that can make me, Jiao Wanxian, change my lineup out of necessity! Of course, the goalkeeper position is an exception. Like Gremio in the last game, if I hadn't given him a chance to perform, would Manchester United have noticed him?" Jiao Wanxian said with a straight face, speaking with great confidence, yet every word made sense, leaving Boas unable to tell if he was being serious or not.

Boas, who regarded Jiao Wanxian as a genius, muttered, "Wan... Wanxian, what do you think we should do now? The situation is a bit passive, isn't it?"

Jiao Wanxian sighed, "Actually, I had already laid out a complete strategy before the game. It's just that the players, with one man down, aren't following my strategy!"

"The strategy you laid out?" Boas was stunned, then recalled what Jiao Wanxian had said in the dressing room before the game. Suddenly, he remembered something, his eyes wide open in shock, "A... an all-out offensive strategy?"

Jiao Wanxian nodded matter-of-factly, "Exactly! Look at our players on the field; they are all huddled in the back. They need to push forward! Without pressure, how can the opponents make mistakes?"

After saying this, Jiao Wanxian stood up with a serious expression, walked to the sideline, and dramatically flung his coat. Boas knew that Jiao Wanxian was about to call the players to convey his thoughts!

"He's crazy, he must be crazy! With one man down, he still dares to play an all-out offensive against Arsenal? Cannon... this isn't a cannon, this is a nuclear bomb!" Boas sat on the bench, dazed like a vegetable.

Today, Jiao Wanxian had already used 3 milliliters of Source 1, and he had 2 milliliters in reserve. Standing at the sideline, he sighed, "For the sake of my reputation and the undefeated legend, I have to go all out today!"

Taking advantage of a dead ball, he called over Makelele and Terry.

To play an all-out offensive, the defense must be solid. Makelele and Terry were undoubtedly the backbone of Chelsea's defense.

In the first 20 minutes of the first half, Arsenal had completely dominated Chelsea, leaving the 800 Chelsea fans who had struggled to buy tickets at Highbury in pain. The fans watching on TV were also unhappy, as this was not the Chelsea they knew.

But...

An inspiring scene unfolded!

Jiao Wanxian stood at the sideline, calling over two players to set up the strategy!

This scene moved 30 million Chelsea fans around the world to tears, as they knew the moment of excitement was about to begin!

In the past, whenever Chelsea faced a passive or unusual situation, Jiao Wanxian just needed to call a player over for a chat and a pat on the buttocks to immediately change the game. At this moment, millions of people around the world, watching on TV, computers, and big screens, were focused on one person—Jiao Wanxian!

Everyone was eagerly waiting, hoping to see that moment, hoping to see that ambiguous, yet sacred and grand "affectionate" moment!

The 800 die-hard fans in the Highbury stadium transformed into 800 of the bravest knights on the banks of the Thames. They were fearless, embodying the noble spirit of ancient Europe, ready to sacrifice themselves for the cause. At this moment, they burst out with an incomparable force, their loud cheers almost echoing throughout the entire Highbury stadium!

"Jiao Cannon! Jiao Cannon! Jiao Cannon..." The 800 blue knights shouted with all their might!

The scene in the Highbury stadium was spectacular. The 800 blue knights were all fighting bravely, jumping in the stands. The 10 Chelsea players on the field were filled with passion, finally waiting for the moment when their leader would restore their pride!

"Central Television, Central Television! This is the 17th round of the 04-05 Premier League season, a classic match between Chelsea and Arsenal! The game has reached the 20th minute, with Chelsea down one man and trailing by one goal. But! But Jiao Wanxian, the coach, has walked to the sideline and called over Makelele and Terry! The few Chelsea fans are boiling with excitement, eagerly awaiting Jiao's 'affectionate' magic! Of course, this is just a joke, but! This joke is legendary!"

Duan Xuan spoke rapidly, knowing that the so-called "affectionate" magic hyped by Western media was just a gimmick to attract attention. The real reason was Jiao Wanxian's unparalleled ability to command the game. However, he was still very excited to see how Jiao Cannon would tease his players.

The commentator from London TV exclaimed, "God! God! We finally see this scene again, Jiao Cannon, Jiao Cannon! Jiao Cannon stands up! Chelsea hasn't lost yet, even if all 11 players are sent off, even if they are trailing by 10 goals, Chelsea won't lose because they have Jiao Cannon, the great Jiao Cannon!"

Adams, hearing this, immediately opened his eyes wide, "What the hell, my co-commentator is a Chelsea fan, a die-hard fan! No wonder he always talks in a sarcastic tone!"

Adams was unwilling to hear such words. He immediately put on a stern face and was about to continue mocking Jiao Wanxian and Chelsea, but just as he opened his mouth, his co-commentator let out a pig-like scream, nearly scaring him out of his wits.

"God! God! Affectionate, affectionate, it's back! Dear viewers, I am so excited I can hardly speak. We see it, we finally see it! Jiao Cannon touched Makelele's buttocks, and then John Terry's buttocks! At this moment, we can clearly see that Makelele and Terry are beaming with joy!"

The commentator didn't give Adams a chance to speak, continuing with a steady stream of witty remarks, "Makelele and Terry's smiles must have touched every Chelsea fan's heart. Yes, receiving Jiao Cannon's affectionate care is an honor of the highest degree! At this moment, I wish I could be a part of Chelsea's team and offer my buttocks to our great Jiao Cannon!"

Adams was furious, but he finally sneered, giving his co-commentator a disdainful look and muttering, "Selling your buttocks!"

On the field, the 10 Chelsea players were all excited and passionate, looking at their respected coach, Jiao Wanxian. But when they heard the whispers from Terry and Makelele, they were a bit flustered. However, in an instant, they regained their confidence, clenched their fists, and silently cheered themselves on, shouting in their hearts, "All-out offensive! All-out offensive..."

Makelele, who had been under the care of Gilberto Silva and his compatriot Vieira for the first 20 minutes, was in a very depressed mood. But after hearing Jiao Wanxian's words, "One against two, show your power," he, with extreme trust in his coach, looked at Gilberto Silva and Vieira with a hint of disdain.

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