Chapter 387: Unbeaten Season (Daily Transition)

This period, Liverpool's wages were very low.

However, Tottenham's wage expenditure last season was 100 million pounds less than Liverpool's.

Is Tottenham poor? No, they're just stingy.

The biggest weakness in the lineup—goalkeeper Lloris—this guy has the highest weekly wage, 100,000 pounds.

The top scorer on the British household register—Kane—weekly wage 80,000 pounds.

World-class midfielder—Eriksen—weekly wage 50,000 pounds.

Playing with the strength of a Premier League BIG6 team, yet earning relegation-team wages.

Even coaches like Wenger, Ferguson, Mourinho, etc., couldn't stand it anymore, all shouting: "Wages must match player ability, otherwise you can't retain excellent players."

Tottenham's management ignored it, often brainwashing the players: You will create history at White Hart Lane.

Many believed it, firmly refusing outside temptations.

Walker didn't believe it; as the Premier League's best right-back, he had already decided to join Manchester City next season.

Regardless of whether he could adapt to Guardiola's tactics, he only knew: at Tottenham he could only earn 50,000 pounds a week, going to Manchester City he could earn 150,000 pounds a week.

42nd minute.

The gunpowder smell of the North London derby erupted on the stands.

Fortunately, there were many security personnel, who promptly contained the spread of the conflict.

The match was not blown dead.

Left-footed centre-back Vertonghen, facing Giroud's pressing, calmly passed the ball forward.

"Neutralized Arsenal's pressing net."

"Kane dropped deep to receive the ball, he's playing more and more like a midfielder."

"Son Heung-min, Alli, Eriksen—three frontline players pushing forward."

"Arsenal are very experienced, first cutting off Kane's link with the two full-backs..."

"Still separated out."

"Walker!"

Tottenham fans' hearts surged instantly!

With hoarse shouts, they inspired the team's attack!

At this moment, Walker was strong to the point of being perverse—fast speed, good technique, strong in duels!

He resembled a high-speed bulldozer, ruthlessly crushing the thirty-meter zone.

Tottenham's attacking points in the front had already been laid out!

Arsenal's defence quickly contracted.

"Walker's temporary weakness is narrow vision..."

"Indeed, no long pass—he passed the ball to the nearest Son Heung-min, then began to overlap."

"Son Heung-min did not continue the wide combination..."

"Beautiful!"

"He flicked past Maguire!"

"Cut inside and shot!"

"Low drive!"

The football spun violently, yet did not open up an arc.

Cech made a sideways dive, firmly holding the ball.

Tottenham fans let out sighs of frustration.

"What a pity... eh? Did Tottenham have another internal feud?"

"This is the North London derby—how could they self-destruct?"

"Son Heung-min just chose to shoot himself, with no problem at all."

Alli shouted abuse at Son Heung-min.

Eriksen blamed Son Heung-min for not passing.

Dier grabbed Son Heung-min's face and roared loudly.

A section of extreme fans sang the "Disc-Selling Song": "Yellow-skinned Son, you sell discs, selling three earns five pounds."

Son Heung-min did not retort, but raised his hand with an apologetic smile.

His experience in Hamburg as a youth taught him: when encountering things, endure, regardless of right or wrong.

The internal feud did not last long.

Kane shoved Dier aside with one hand.

Walker told Alli and Eriksen to shut up.

Pochettino rubbed his forehead, calling off Lamela, who had just finished a warm-up round.

Tottenham's head coach is a good person, but he focuses all his thoughts on the tactical level.

Correct.

After halftime ended, they were about to substitute Son Heung-min off.

Live stream.

-【Disc-selling song? Tottenham really is a strange club—no one comes out to support Son Heung-min? When Balotelli faced racial discrimination at Inter, Manchester City, and Milan, coaches, teammates, and club management all personally came out to show support!】

-【When Carlos played for Real Madrid and faced discrimination, Florentino would personally come onto the pitch to scold.】

-【No need to think—Tottenham's solution is: substitute Son Heung-min off.】

Beep! Beep-beep~

The main referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.

Morata tossed a sports drink to Li Kang: "Spurs are getting messier and messier..."

Maguire looked guilty: "Sorry, that kid was too agile."

Cech patted his shoulder, indicating it was fine.

Nobody was laughing at the opponent's internal squabbles.

Arsenal were getting closer and closer to the unbeaten golden cup.

For some unknown reason, Wenger and the coaching staff's mood became increasingly calm.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

"Spurs here have first used a substitution adjustment."

"Lamela substituted on for Son Heung-min."

"White Lily fans were cheering, although he hasn't scored many goals since joining Spurs, but he's very popular with the fans."

Accompanied by the main referee's whistle blast.

The second half began.

Spurs possession.

The ball had just been pushed past the center circle.

Li Kang intercepted the ball at Lamela's feet.

The suspense of the match was diminishing.

Arsenal completely controlled the match.

In a clash of titans, whichever side reveals a weakness will have that weakness ruthlessly exploited.

Lamela is the weakness.

The reason Spurs this season cannot be called "dirty" is largely because this guy is injured and hasn't gotten many playing opportunities.

He is the Premier League's dirty king, with a violent temper, and likes to steal penalty kicks from teammates.

When teammates score, he swears at them.

At this moment, repeatedly having the ball stolen, his mindset gradually became unbalanced, and he has received too few playing opportunities this season.

As for J罗, last season in the Copa del Rey he was dispossessed sixteen times by a Segunda División team... and he wasn't that angry either.

65th minute of the match.

Spurs counterattack.

Lamela received a pass from Vertonghen near the center circle.

Just after accelerating, he hadn't taken a few steps before Li Kang intercepted him!

Lamela froze for a moment, turned and chased back, then fiercely tackled Arsenal's number 10 from behind!

"A tackle from behind!"

"With that foot lift height, it's definitely a red card!"

Beep!

The main referee blew the whistle.

Spurs fans were ecstatic, this is what a local derby should taste like: iron-blooded Lamela! With guts!

Li Kang's mind did not trigger the "Indomitable Spirit" module prompt.

His vision also did not show the phantom of Beckenbauer.

It didn't hurt much.

Zakaria charged forward like an angry bull, grabbing Lamela's collar.

Dale came charging with big strides and fiercely shoved Zakaria to the ground.

Alli bent down and started swearing at the fallen Swiss midfielder.

Arsenal players quickly joined the fray!

Where is that "soft and weak" Arsenal now?

The scene instantly descended into chaos!

Boerde frantically complained to the fourth official.

The usually refined Wenger fiercely smashed his water bottle onto the pitch and began non-stop swearing.

Pochettino forcefully rubbed his face, turned around, and stopped the Spurs coaching staff's swearing.

Both teams' substitute players also couldn't hold back and rushed onto the pitch.

Fans from both sides in the stands all around also began mutual shouting abuse.

"Casola kicked Dale, the referee team didn't notice, he's usually an honest guy."

"Maguire knocked down Alli!"

"Cech also joined the melee, oh no, his head must absolutely not be hit!"

"Morata is chasing Lamela, luckily he was stopped."

"Hey? Welbeck used his forehead to knock down Lamela! This move will definitely get a card! Oh, he's a substitute player!"

"..."

A few minutes later.

The chaos subsided.

Zakaria collapsed in pain.

Li Kang's mind did not trigger the "Power to Reverse the Tide" prompt tone.

Lamela received a red card.

Substitute player Welbeck also received a red card.

Dele, Alli, Morata and others were only given yellow card warnings.

Cazorla had nothing happen to him.

Wenger was sent to the stands by the referee for questioning the decision.

Fans from both sides were protesting.

Ignoring Alli's incessant chatter, Arsenal teammates were all concerned about Li Kang and Zak's injuries.

The match continued.

Tottenham, playing with ten men, could no longer snipe Arsenal's invincible golden cup.

73rd minute.

Li Kang, back to Tottenham's goal, held up Vertonghen, facing the descending football, lightly flicked it with his left foot.

An exaggeratedly arcing trajectory rose above the Tottenham penalty area.

The landing point was exactly on the right side of the penalty spot!

Walcott miraculously reached that position!

One strike, deadly!

2:0!

!

Lloris helplessly pounded the ground.

The hearts of all Tottenham fans also gradually sank...

"Another goal!"

"Arsenal are getting fiercer the more they play!"

"They no longer have the relaxed mindset of easily winning the match from the start!"

Live broadcast room.

-【Are you kidding? Tottenham won't park the bus? Don't lose so embarrassingly.】

-【Don't worry, there's no time left, Arsenal won't score many goals.】

-【I remember last season's final matchday, Tottenham also collapsed like this, conceding five goals to Newcastle!】

78th minute of the match.

Arsenal once again pressed Tottenham into the large penalty area, launching a siege.

Even Maguire came forward.

The football flew up and down, lightly rolling between the red and white jerseys.

In Pochettino's Tottenham defensive system, even Kane must shoulder defensive duties, and attacking players in the front must fill the gaps in the flank ribs.

Playing with one fewer player makes collapse easy.

The Gunners' tight passing and cutting combinations did not last long.

The gap had already been opened.

Li Kang touched the ball once with his foot on the left side of the penalty area.

He played it to Morata's mouth.

Cannot spit.

Pfft!

The Spanish striker's right foot sent the football violently through Lloris's shorts!

3:0!

!

Lloris finally couldn't hold back, cursing again vulgarly; this guy doesn't dare swear at the British household register, but instead berated the two Belgian super centre-backs in front of him.

Tottenham fans felt as if plunged into an abyss.

The night sky over North London was dyed the colour of the Gunners.

Originally intending to snipe the mortal enemy, they ended up being beaten until blood flowed like rivers.

Time passed second by second.

Arsenal had no intention of holding back.

There was absolutely no such thing as a backward kick after taking the lead.

They launched a frenzied attack to the death.

Finally!

Beep! Beep-beep~

The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Arsenal 6:0 Tottenham Hotspur.

The invincible Gunners achieved the feat of an unbeaten season.

The shining Premier League invincible golden cup waited silently for someone to lift it.