"Wenger spent more time studying you than you did."

Tang En bit his lips.

While Wenger was still busy in the office, his assistant Pat Rice walked in.

"It's incredible. During this period, I thought I was back in the mid-1990s. I was a little worried, Arthur."

"Don't worry, Pat." Wenger put down the matter in his hand, took off his glasses and placed them on the table. "I'm not George Graham, and now Arsenal is not the former Arsenal."

George Graham is a Scotsman who has brought brilliant achievements to Arsenal and created a true "iron army".

However, he is also the head coach that countless Arsenal fans hate themselves, because his "1:0ism" and boring football make his supporters tired.

Although Arsenal's tradition is tough and never compromise,... this tradition that has been persisted for nearly a hundred years has also reached another extreme. People are beginning to get tired of such an Arsenal team. They play poorly and use football games as military tasks.

Until the appearance of this Frenchman.

"Arthur. We all like the Arsenal team now."

"I like it too, Pat. But sometimes some changes are needed... Of course, it's just temporary.

Pat, you know what kind of situation we are facing this season. In the final stage of the league, we need to compete with Tottenham and Liverpool for the last UEFA Champions League spot, while we reached the semi-finals of the Champions League.

Did you think of the end of your hand?" Wenger spread his hands open.

"No, I don't want to."

"I don't want to do it either. No one wants to..."

"But. Arthur, we stuck to our style and reached the semi-finals. I don't think we need to change another style from two weeks ago."

"The guys are doing well." Wenger answered some questions. "I was surprised and proud of their speed of adapting to the new tactics..."

"Don't change the subject, Arthur."

Wenger shrugged. Then he pointed to the computer screen: "Come on, Pat, come and take a look."

Les turned around and found that there was a word document on the screen. Apart from the large paragraphs of text, it was a photo of Tony Donn.

"Oh, no...you're still studying him? Are you in love with him? Arthur? But it's just two semi-finals..." Rice covered her face.

When Wenger first came to London, he lived a hermit-like life because he was very low-key, and was even promoted by the English media as a "gay". The impact of that incident on Wenger was that he no longer accepted any media interviews.

Hidden your private life completely.

"If it were just two games, of course it would not be worth the effort. But Rice, the war between us and him cannot be concluded in two games. I must know this person more fully to understand the team behind him.

In this season, every season in the future... we will continue to fight. There is a saying in the East that makes sense. If you want to defeat your opponent, you must first fully understand him (know yourself and your enemy. Wenger version without any victory).”

"He said..." Wenger pointed to the photo of Donn on the screen and said. "He doesn't care what method he uses, and he plays well. Or ugly, it doesn't matter to him. There is only one thing he cares about, that is victory.

Tell me, Pat, what did you think of?"

Rice was stunned for a moment, then said, "George, George Graham."

"Look at their performance this season, especially in the Champions League, the quarter-finals against Inter Milan is the most typical.

Retreat all the way, compressing every inch of space and every second of the backcourt, leaving the opponent and themselves in a highly tense atmosphere. The game was suffocating and ugly... but they won." Wenger talked happily.

"Donn likes to play against teams that take the initiative to attack the most. He likes to wait quietly, patiently find out the opponent's loopholes and mistakes, and then... catch it!" Wenger stabbed his hand forward, shocking Pat Les in front of him.

“If we attacked a big shot, he would be very happy.

I believe he must be very familiar with Arsenal's style. He must have formulated a complete set of tactics to deal with our style, just like he is against Chelsea, Inter Milan, Manchester United, Liverpool, and Real Madrid... So, we cannot follow his expectations, and it will be beyond his expectations..."

"But, Arthur. We have won three boring games with this tactic. Do you think that guy Don't guess?"

"Then let him try to deal with the most common tricks of his use." Wenger shrugged.

Pat Rice stayed for a while, and he had to admit that Wenger was right, Tony Donn was such a guy. "Okay, Arthur.

Our ranking in the league this season is too bad, and I hope to be compensated in another field. It is not enough to reach the semi-finals historically. We also need to reach the finals historically and win the championship trophy historically!"

Wenger smiled: "I just read Done's words to you, you said you thought of George Graham, the coach who did whatever he wanted to do for the result.

But I have to correct you. Donn is different from Graham. He insists that results are the first, but his football is not as boring as Graham.

He absorbed a lot of things in it and knew when to make changes... I think if we want to make historic breakthroughs, we also need to make some changes to absorb things that are beneficial to us."

"I understand, Arthur. Then I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, Pat." Watching the assistant coach leave his office, Wenger put on his glasses again and stared at the photo of Donn on the LCD monitor.

At the same time, Tang En was still having a headache.
Chapter completed!