The entire first half saw Arsenal pummel Norwich, leaving them battered and bruised.

Norwich, with three swift counter-attacks, nearly cost Arsenal their lives!

The knifeman was none other than Zhao Gang.

In the locker room, Norwich's defenders and goalkeeper sat catching their breath, exhausted but wearing joyful smiles, chatting in small groups.

"Sit down, all of you sit down!! Don't say a word, just rest! Listen to me! No one is allowed to speak!!" Farke entered the locker room, yelling at everyone.

The players obediently shut their mouths and looked at the coach.

Farke had a stern face, there was nothing to say.

Their performance was perfect!

The reason for silencing them now was simple: to recover their stamina!

He didn't want the players doing anything that would waste their energy.

If they could stop breathing, he would even want these players to not even breathe, to save energy.

Throughout the first half, Arsenal's attacks came wave after wave, and the players running after the ball were bound to be exhausted.

Arsenal's players, on the other hand, hadn't expended much energy at all.

They faced almost no defensive pressure.

In the only three defensive plays, Arsenal's players hadn't even positioned themselves properly!

The player who had spent the least energy was Arsenal's goalkeeper, Szczesny, who was almost catching a cold!

He hadn't even had a proper warm-up before conceding three goals!

"Very good, very good!!" Farke clapped his hands, looking at all the players.

"Forty-five more minutes! After these forty-five minutes, you can rest as much as you want!

If we lacked confidence before and had doubts, then now, we are only this far from eliminating Arsenal!" Farke pinched his right thumb and index finger together, leaving a tiny gap.

Who could have imagined?

Who could have imagined that Norwich, from the English Championship, would be leading 3-0 at Arsenal's home, the Emirates Stadium, at half-time!

Farke hadn't expected it either. The last time they visited the Emirates Stadium, they were cleanly beaten 4-0!

Now, the overall value of their players, excluding Zhao Gang, had actually decreased.

However, they still managed to almost kill Arsenal in just half a game!

All of this, of course, depended on one person.

Farke looked at Zhao Gang. Apart from that opportunity in front of the penalty area, the other two goals were absolute worldies!

Forget Szczesny, even prime Čech or Neuer would never have been able to save those.

Truly a divine strike!

The current lead, it has to be said, has a large element of luck.

But luck is also part of strength!

Why didn't Arsenal have any players who could shoot from fifty meters away from the goal?

If they had taken a few shots, they might already be in the lead!

"Well done, Zhao!" Farke nodded vigorously at Zhao Gang, and all the players looked at Zhao Gang.

Regardless of whether we are leading or behind, the final result will be that we eliminate Arsenal!

This was Zhao Gang's promise, and like all his previous promises, he had never broken his word!

Now, the Norwich players trust him as they trust God!

In Arsenal's locker room, almost everyone had a dark face, silent and speechless.

It was really strange. They had played for half a game and hadn't used much energy. Their attack and ball control had exhausted the Norwich players, but the result...

It was a flurry of impressive moves, but the score was 0-3.

Coincidence, luck.

That's the only way they could understand it.

When all the statistics, except for the score, are far ahead, how else can you explain it?

Not only was Norwich lucky, but they were also unlucky. The crossbar, a superhuman goalkeeper, and desperate defenders all combined to create this ugly result.

"Gibbs, you don't need to do anything else. In the second half, mark Zhao. I don't need you to defend, and I don't need you to attack! Mark him!

Even if he's substituted off, you stand on the sidelines and keep marking him!!!" Wenger slammed the tactics board in annoyance, of course, he was just speaking out of anger, but it was also a reflection of his exploding mentality at this moment.

Although Arsenal's locker room wasn't in chaos, some extreme fans had already been shouting for Wenger to step down.

They even used drones to fly banners calling for Wenger to leave.

Being eliminated from the Europa League, the fans would definitely go crazy, especially being eliminated by a Championship team!

This was simply a great disgrace!

Arsenal had played their tactics, but unfortunately, they had encountered Zhao Gang, who seemed to be possessed by a god.

"Cheer up, if Norwich can score three goals in a half, why can't we score four goals in a half??? Remember the FA Cup game last season, when we were 3 goals behind against Championship team Hull City, what happened in the end?" Wenger's eyes flashed sharply, "We equalized the score in thirty minutes! And eliminated Hull City in extra time! When those fans who lost confidence left, you never gave up! I believe that in this game, we can replicate the miracle of that time!

We will score four goals, five goals in a row, and eliminate Norwich!!"

Wenger's words greatly boosted the morale of the players.

Yes, they can score three goals in a half, but we are stronger than them!

Why can't we score four goals in a half??

We were also three goals behind before, and finally reversed the score and won, just like the current situation!

They are both Championship teams, both knockout matches, and we can create miracles again!

"Take them down!"

"We can do it!!"

At the start of the second half, the Arsenal players had resilience on their faces and were in excellent condition!

"Arsenal, as a team in the Premier League, is actually not good at playing from behind. In the twelve games where they were behind, they didn't win a single game, with only a pitiful 4 draws and 8 losses. However, in the FA Cup and League Cup, when facing lower-level league teams, they were behind in four games, and in the end, they all equalized or won, eliminating their opponents!" Henry, seeing that the Arsenal players were in good spirits and full of fighting spirit, coupled with their previous experience in knockout matches, felt that they still had a good chance!

"So, King, are you ready to admit defeat in advance?" James seized the opportunity to ask, maximizing the entertainment value of the show.

Henry smiled helplessly, scratching his head. Now, Arsenal would be eliminated even if they scored three goals; they could only advance if they scored four.

There would be no extra time.

Scoring four goals in a half is not a sure thing for any team.

"Can I admit defeat?" Olly asked weakly.

"No, no, we have received many messages and even calls from fans, resolutely forbidding Olly from admitting defeat."

Olly covered her face and smiled wryly.

Can they do it?

King, aren't you a professional?

"I still believe Arsenal can do it! I won't admit defeat in advance! Arsenal will definitely eliminate Norwich!" Henry clenched his fists, his eyes firm, just like the Arsenal players on the field.

"Very good!!"

The three looked at the broadcast.

At this time, Norwich had retreated across the board. Leading by three goals, they had no intention of continuing to attack. Even if they got the ball and had a chance to counterattack, they would almost always kick it forward, and the ball would soon be snatched back by Arsenal players.

In the first ten minutes or so of the second half, neither Philipp, Hoolahan, nor Ospina had touched the ball in the opponent's half!

Zhao Gang was also closely marked by Gibbs, who was ready to tackle at any time. Even if he could receive the ball sporadically by running, he would be blocked and unable to move forward, and could only pass to teammates supporting from behind.

Pass back.

And more often, Arsenal dominated, constantly besieging.

In the sixtieth minute of the match, Sánchez received the ball, swayed his center of gravity, easily knocked down the defender in front of him, and stepped into the penalty area.

"Sánchez! Continuous changes of direction, shaking off the defender, and still breaking forward! Ferhmann! Oh no! Sánchez falls in the penalty area... Penalty! The referee points to the penalty spot!"

"Ferhmann impulsively stretched out his foot and tripped Sánchez in the penalty area. There is no problem with the referee's decision!" Shen Jian, watching the replay, said that Ferhmann had been running and defending non-stop, while also thinking about assisting forward. He had expended a lot of energy, and his technical movements had become somewhat deformed.

Although he had consciously retracted his foot, he was still half a beat too slow, and Sánchez fell directly into the penalty area.

Ferhmann was annoyed and wanted to explain to the referee, but the referee remained firm.

Sánchez was panting heavily, standing at the penalty spot.

Arsenal fans cheered like a tsunami, waving their hands non-stop, score, score, you must score!

"Run-up! Shot! Goal!!"

"Sánchez deceives Hehl and scores the penalty! Arsenal pull back a goal, trailing 1-3 at home! There are still more than thirty minutes left in the match, and Arsenal's momentum has now picked up. This is not good news for Norwich!"

Sánchez ignored the frustrated Hehl and ran quickly to the center circle with the ball in his arms.

He didn't even celebrate with his teammates.

Now, they must seize the time and score another goal!

Seeing his team finally pull back a goal, the entire Emirates Stadium was jubilant.

They can win!

We can win!

The fans shouted Sánchez's name loudly, waving flags, opening their mouths wide, full of passion.

The counterattack officially begins now!!!

In the tsunami-like cheers of the Arsenal fans, the Norwich players were slightly suppressed, and they kicked off in the center circle.

The Arsenal players, invigorated by scoring a goal, approached the ball carrier quickly, ready to directly steal the ball and launch another attack!

Philipp observed his teammates and, repeating the old trick, passed the ball to Ferhmann, who was assisting forward, and then rushed forward at full speed.

The cooperation between the two was still tacit, and they were able to bring the ball into Arsenal's territory.

Such opportunities are rare.

Having learned from the previous lessons, the Arsenal defenders quickly crossed to defend, one following Philipp and the other following Ferhmann.

Rosicky also approached Philipp, trying to pinch him and steal the ball.

Philipp saw that Ferhmann had no chance to receive the ball, so he had to choose to pass the ball out, giving it to Ospina, who was in an open position.

Zhao Gang always had Gibbs by his side, ready to tackle at any time, so the ball could only be passed back or...

Ospina's passing technique was not outstanding, but he still tried to kick the ball to Hoolahan, who was rushing up on the right wing.

It was a bit too far. Hoolahan faced the ball, jumped high, and stopped the ball with his chest.

He dribbled the ball forward, using his speed to get past the defender, and continued to rush towards the penalty area somewhat staggeringly.

Flamini rushed over and kicked the ball out of bounds.

Hoolahan fell directly to the ground, pounding the turf in frustration.

Seeing the on-field positions, Norwich's right-back rushed out of the field, grabbed the ball, and threw it in with great force.

Philipp, who had been rushing all the way, felt the defender behind him, making it difficult for him to complete the action of stopping the ball and turning around.

Relying on his memory and experience, he jumped up high, raised his foot, and kicked the ball hard into the penalty area!

"Philipp did not observe the situation behind him and can only pass the ball into the penalty area to create chaos..."

"Zhao Gang has rushed into the penalty area. The ball is passed a little too far, a little too high. At this height, it is difficult to raise his leg to touch the ball!"

Gibbs, ahead of Zhao Gang, tried his best to raise his leg, and the ball brushed past his foot.

Behind him, Zhao Gang's body suddenly flew horizontally.

Almost parallel to the ground, he stretched out his right foot and kicked the ball hard. At this height, it was enough to kick someone's chest!