Chapter 112

Chapter One Hundred and Twelfth Half Ninety

When the whistle blew, the atmosphere at Wembley was at its peak!

"The game is over!!! The game is over!!!" Amid the loud cheers of the surrounding fans, Letkinson stood on the trembling stand, grabbing the microphone and roaring frantically.

"Luton!!! Luton in the final!! They are the biggest dark horse in FA Cup history!!!!"

"Even if they lose to their opponents in the final, it will not affect their dark horses!!!!"

The fact that a Second Division team has reached the FA Cup final sounds so far-fetched these days.

When the whistle sounded, Gao Bo rushed into the arena and ran wild with his hands raised.

Luton's players followed behind him, both on the field and off the bench...

John didn't go in, he looked in disbelief, he was fascinated by the big screen at Wembley Stadium.

Three to one!

The bright red score gradually blurred in front of his eyes.

"Final....FA Cup Final..."

Mel, who was beside him, leaned on John's shoulder and Nan Nan said...

The Arsenal players collapsed to the ground. The last shot took almost all of Walcott's strength. The little tiger covered his face with his hands and lay on the grass. Next to him was Van Persie, who was clutching his thigh.

The Dutchman cramped again.

Luton's players are running and celebrating, and for many Arsenal players, the strength to move a finger is almost gone. …

The young Luton met Arsenal, who was actually very young, but in the physical competition, Luton had the last laugh. Even after 120 minutes of the game, they still have the strength to run and celebrate on the field.

Wenger sat on the coach's bench and did not get up. The celebrations of the Luton players gradually blurred in front of his eyes. In the end, the French coach stood up and walked into the stadium.

Cesc Fabregas, who was lying on the ground crying, was picked up by Wengra.

"We'll come again next year, Francisco..." Wenger took the Spanish teenager who was crying into tears into his arms and patted him on the back.

Wenger then went to Van Persie, his favorite.

"You're good enough, Robin!!" Wenger opened his arms and embraced the Dutchman.

"We have a young squad and next season's Premier League champions should be back in our honours room!!" Wenger said.

Arsenal are not very lucky. They owe huge debts because of the newly built stadium, which makes them have to reduce expenses. But in fact, with Arsenal's heritage, they can also be competitive enough in the Premier League. The rise of yuan, and now Manchester City seems to be on the list of bigger big money...

The Premier League title...seems to be getting further and further away from Arsenal.

If you don't invest more and buy all kinds of young players by scratching the lottery, it is difficult for such a team to maintain a stable and continuous competitiveness throughout the long season. Wenger is well aware of this, but he doesn't think Arsenal have no chance of winning the title.

Who says young people can't win championships?

Wenger cheered up and reassured his players one by one.

Gao Bo's celebration didn't last long. After he calmed down a little, he saw Wenger still on the field.

Gao Bo took the initiative to walk over.

"Mr. Arsena!!" Gao Bo stretched out his hand.

Wenger, who lost the game, was also very personable, and he also held out his hand.

"Congratulations to your team for qualifying!!" Wenger stretched out his hand, "We are out of luck."

Wenger does not admit that Arsenal were eliminated because of their lack of strength.

"We are lucky..." Gao Bo grinned, and he did not compete with Wenger for a while.

"I think I'll see you in the Premier League soon.

" Wenger said.

With Gao Bo's achievements this season, if there is a willingness to change coaches in the English Championship and some middle and lower Premier League teams, Gao Bo will definitely be very popular.

"Maybe..." Gao Bo had no interest in this topic at all.

His gaze was on Wilshere, who was sitting on the Arsenal bench.

"Wilshere is a good player..."

Wenger raised his eyebrows, and he immediately knew what Gao Bo meant.

"There are no doors!!!"

Wenger directly refused.

Wilshere is Wenger's treasure, and he won't leave the team even on loan.

Gao Bo smacked his lips. He didn't expect to get this talented midfielder who Wenger regarded as Arsenal's future. The reason why he said this was to explore Wenger's words to see if there was a possibility of a loan. Ersheer is only seventeen years old, and he will definitely not be the main force in Arsenal for the time being...

But listening to Wenger's tone, this matter is completely non-negotiable.

Gao Bo has no regrets. He is raking grass and beating rabbits. If Wenger agrees, he will be lucky. If he does not agree, Gao Bo has nothing to lose...

The two didn't exchange much greetings. Wenger was naturally upset after losing the game. He quickly turned around and walked into the player tunnel, while Gao Bo was immediately pulled over by the excited players...

....

Some of the reporters in the media booth were writing, while others were typing with laptops.

For the media, time is money.

This game definitely made history! There is so much news that can be done here as the second division team made it to the finals!

Take a look at how this team made it to the finals.

Chelsea beat Chelsea 2-0 and Preston 2-0.

And what's suffocating next is that they met Manchester City in the fifth round, and the result was surprising! Luton humiliated Mark Hughes' team 4-0 at home! !

In the quarter-finals, they beat Coventry 2-1, and after reaching the semi-finals, Luton continued to create miracles. They put Arsenal into overtime at Wembley, and finally took advantage of their physical strength to defeat Arsenal. Na, three to one! ! This score puts them in the final! !

If Luton win the cup, it will be the biggest myth in FA Cup history! Myths created by teams from the Second Division.

"We still don't know who our opponents are in the final, but whether it's Liverpool or Everton, they are extremely powerful opponents for us..." On the background board full of sponsor advertisements, Gao Bo spoke to reporters the microphone said.

"We'll try to be ourselves and see what happens!"

When Gao Bo returned to the locker room after participating in the post-match news interview, the team's celebration was still celebrating.

The locker room was a mess, Vardy was topless, dancing with Drinkwater, and the rest of the team was forming a circle and booing.

Kanter didn't join in the fun, he took a comfortable bath in the hot pool.

Gao Bo knocked on the tactical board.

"Okay everyone!! Come here now!!!"

The players stopped immediately and stood around Gao Bo, they knew that Gao Bo must have something to say now.

"N'Golo, put on your pants to cover your work!!! It's not a size contest..."

The players laughed.

Kanter got up from the pool, and Gao Bo saw the scene of hot eyes.

Kanter hurried to find his pants and put them on...

"Okay, guys, finals!! We made it to the finals!!! Good job everyone!!!" Gao Bo said.

The players cheered and it was enough to make them happy to make it to the final.

"In my country, there is a saying that if the distance to the destination is 100 kilometers, then it is only halfway to the 90 kilometers!"

"We made it to the finals, but we're only halfway there!"

"I believe everyone has heard this sentence. The runner-up is the biggest loser! Since we have reached the final, then we are going for the championship!!"

"The final is not over yet, and it is far from the time to relax!!"

Gao Bo's tone became a bit severe. The players celebrated too much. He had to come out and beat them. After all, their goal was the championship!

The players also gradually came to understand that this is only the semi-finals. Strictly speaking, they have not won any honors yet!

"We're going to save the celebration until after the final!!!" Kevin Keane was the first to respond to Gao Bo.

Soon, other players followed suit.

Gao Bo smiled and nodded, he was satisfied with the captain's work.