After the second half began, Everton retreated defensively, waiting for Arsenal to attack.
During halftime, Moyes made it very clear, demanding that Everton's players must dig in and absolutely not take risks...
Although this compatriot of Sir Alex Ferguson didn't have great results with strong teams, his performance with a mid-table team was remarkable.
This is why Everton, under his management, has always been a very tough opponent for Premier League powerhouses.
Arsenal's players weren't in a hurry either; they controlled the ball first, knowing that Everton's defense couldn't remain so tight forever and would eventually show a weakness.
They just needed to deliver a fatal blow at that moment...
Fly, on the other hand, repeatedly pulled around Everton's penalty area, essentially causing trouble to exhaust Everton's defensive players.
Fly knew very well that with his threat on the field, even a slight movement from him would send Everton's side scrambling like startled birds.
Who made Fly so strong? Moyes definitely did a lot of targeted work against him before the match!
The 50th minute of the match.
Alexandre Song felt unwell and signaled to Wenger on the sideline for a substitution. Wenger reluctantly substituted him with Blaise Matuidi.
The 59th minute of the match.
A highly threatening forward run by Wilshere was tripped by future Arsenal manager Arteta, who received a yellow card from the Main Referee.
The 60th minute of the match.
Van Persie suddenly got into a physical altercation with Everton defender Heitinga in the front field and was shown a yellow card by the Main Referee.
Seeing that it was about time, Wenger substituted Rosicky for Arshavin, changing to a 4-3-3 formation to strengthen the attack.
Fly also chose the perfect moment to activate Gods Eye.
The 64th minute of the match.
Fabregas, Wilshere, Sagna, and Clichy made several quick lateral passes about 40 meters from Everton's goal.
Everton's defensive line was forced to shift laterally as the ball moved from side to side.
Just then, Fabregas and Fly exchanged a look across the field; both seemed to understand the meaning conveyed in the other's eyes.
Suddenly, after a routine pass, Fabregas sent a long overhead ball, lofting the football into the penalty area.
By the time Everton's defenders realized this, Fly, who had already started his run and knew the ball's trajectory and landing spot through Gods Eye, had appeared behind Everton's defensive line.
"Referee, Fly is offside!"
Everton's defenders instinctively raised their arms, signaling to the referee that Fly was offside.
Because from their perspective, Fly suddenly appearing behind them meant he was offside.
Otherwise, how could he have gotten past their defensive line so quickly?
But the Main Referee didn't pay attention because the linesman hadn't raised his flag.
Everton's goalkeeper Howard, noticing that his teammates had been left behind by Fly, immediately came out.
But Fabregas's overhead pass was quite deep, leaving Fly no chance to control the ball, adjust, and then shoot...
So, following the ball's trajectory, he fired a direct volley towards the goal.
Howard hadn't even advanced two steps when he saw that Fly had already shot!
Helpless, he could only instinctively attempt a save.
But Fly's ability to seize opportunities was simply too strong...
A close-range volley like that is almost impossible to miss.
The football, like a cannonball, flew straight into the goal, splashing up white foam...
Fly scored, helping Arsenal equalize the score.
The score is temporarily 1:1.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"Number 13, Fly Adams!!!"
"Oh my god, it's Fly again, he's come through in the crucial moment again..."
"When Arsenal was struggling to break through Everton's defense, Fly's rapid forward run and subsequent volley at a critical moment were absolutely seamless..."
"Oh, my god, that was simply too easy."
"I can't even see any excitement on Fly's face; is scoring a goal really this simple for him now?"
"Everton's plan has been completely shattered by Fly's goal; their hope of holding onto a one-goal lead by reinforcing their defense and dragging the game to the end is now unrealistic..."
"However, if the match were to end with the current score, Everton would still achieve something remarkable: they would completely end Arsenal's 17-match League winning streak, preventing them from making history!"
"If they can truly do that, it would also be recorded in football history."
"Now Arsenal has broken the deadlock, but they need to score one more goal to extend their winning streak. Arsenal must continue to attack; this match is far from being over."
After scoring the goal, Fly didn't celebrate; instead, he quickly ran into the goal and retrieved the football.
Four minutes have passed since Gods Eye was activated; he must help the team score another goal within the next six minutes.
Only then will the momentum of this match completely shift in Arsenal's favor.
He didn't believe that Everton, being behind, would still park the bus like this...
After all, being one goal down means zero points, and being two or three goals down also means zero points.
Given Everton's mid-table Premier League points tally, they are far from the point where goal difference matters.
On the sideline, Moyes's face turned unusually dark after seeing that damned devil break through the shell he had carefully prepared...
If not for him being a genuine white person, no matter how dark his face got, it would be hard for it to reach that level.
He might even be mistaken for mixed race.
Wenger on the sideline, meanwhile, waved his arm, excited about Fly's goal.
Although he subconsciously felt that Fly's scoring efficiency between the 60th and 70th minute was incredibly consistent, averaging roughly one goal per game.
But subconscious is subconscious, and reality is reality.
Only when he truly saw Fly score a goal within this familiar timeframe could he genuinely feel relieved...
"Fortunately, Fly never disappoints..."
After sighing inwardly, Wenger glanced at the substitutes' bench and then called Hazard to warm up.
The team isn't leading yet; he still needs to increase the attacking pressure for the remainder of the match.
The 65th minute of the match.
Everton substituted midfielder Bilyaletdinov for Osman.
Fly took advantage of the substitution to whisper into Wilshere's ear:
"Jack, when you get the ball later, just boot it directly into Everton's penalty area. As long as you don't kick it straight into the goalkeeper's arms, I can find a way to get another one in..."
Although Wilshere was a bit surprised to hear this, he still nodded in agreement.
Although in his impression, Fly's aerial ability wasn't outstanding.
Even though he possessed incredible jumping ability, aerial physical duels weren't his strength.
Coupled with Fly's very average heading ability, Wilshere usually rarely launched long balls forward.
But since Fly himself requested it, Wilshere could only comply...
Because he knew his friend very well; although he liked to boast, he usually delivered on his promises!
Don't let his arrogant words fool you... the thing is, he can actually do it!
For this reason alone, Wilshere had to admit defeat.
The 68th minute of the match.
Everton's midfield couldn't even complete three passes before being intercepted by Arsenal's frequent midfield movement.
Blaise Matuidi won the ball and immediately passed it to Fabregas.
Cesc Fàbregas saw Wilshere's signal and passed the ball directly to his feet.
Although he didn't know why Wilshere was so eager for the ball, he knew Wilshere's ability well and trusted him completely...
Moreover, he had a vague feeling that Wilshere's urgency for the ball might be related to Fly.
As expected.
After receiving the ball, Wilshere didn't continue with his usual short passes or dribble past defenders.
Instead, he launched a long ball directly into Everton's penalty area.
Seeing this, Fabregas was completely stunned...
What, mate? You were so eager for the ball just to hit a long pass?
Are you sure you're not messing with me?
You know, Wenger is a typical technical coach; he demands players to keep the ball at their feet as much as possible when attacking, to play ground passes and control, to play beautiful football.
What he hates most is mindless long balls, like the ping-pong style of English football with its long passes and aerial duels; Wenger strongly dislikes that...
In this regard, he is very similar to Barcelona's manager Guardiola.
It's just that Arsène Wenger is relatively less stubborn than Guardiola, who insists on continuing with passing and control even when it's not working.
Manchester City's crazy losing streak at the end of 2024 in his previous life was due to Guardiola's excessive stubbornness; many matches could have been won, but he insisted on sticking to his own style.
The result was the team losing constantly or taking the lead only to be overturned by the opponent.
The phrase "parking the bus" is absolute heresy in Guardiola's football philosophy; he would never allow a team he coached to play such a defensive tactic.
Wenger is slightly better in this aspect... but only slightly.
In fact, Wenger also repeatedly told Arsenal's players privately not to just kick long balls; play on the ground whenever possible.
A nonsensical long ball like Wilshere's would undoubtedly earn him a lecture from Wenger after the match.
And that was exactly the case...
Wenger, who was on the sideline contemplating the next move, saw Wilshere get the ball and immediately launch it into Everton's penalty area, and his face visibly darkened.
"What is Jack doing? Why is he kicking a long ball when no one is pressing him? Isn't he just giving possession back to Everton for free?"
Wenger was wondering if he had been too lenient with Wilshere, leading him to make such an extremely unwise attacking choice.
But the next second, Wenger's eyes widened like copper bells...
Because in his sight, the Everton defenders, who had pushed up slightly due to controlling possession, were now in a panic.
Among a group of players in blue, a distinct flash of red and white appeared, like a cheetah suddenly leaping out of the jungle, catching up to the long ball kicked by Wilshere before anyone else.
Facing the trembling Howard in front of the goal, the number 13, whose color was different from the surrounding players, decisively fired a powerful shot towards Everton's goal.
Swing, plant, kick, ball flies!
The next second, Emirates Stadium erupted in thunderous vibrations.
Arsenal's number 13, Fly, struck again, crushing Everton's hopes!
Arsenal comes from behind to beat Everton 2:1!
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