The Real Test Was Still to Come

The match was not over yet.

Wenger stood on the touchline, his face flushed. He had finally seen hope of beating Liverpool after drawing level, only for Arsenal to be torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Arsenal attacked wave after wave, throwing everything they had into it.

Liverpool, meanwhile, dropped back in orderly fashion across the pitch.

Van Dijk and Matip held firm in the box, giving Liverpool two towering defenders.

Milner and Wijnaldum formed a barrier in midfield.

Chen Anno had dropped deep too, helping his teammates defend.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, but he gritted his teeth and kept going.

He had covered more ground than anyone else on the pitch.

As captain, he could not go down.

"Arsenal are still fighting."

"Heh... Losing 5–3 at home would be hard to swallow."

"But Liverpool have almost everyone behind the ball now. They clearly aren't giving Arsenal another chance."

On the pitch, Mahrez received the ball on the right, cut inside and drove a shot at goal. Alisson gathered it safely.

Mesut Ozil slipped a pass through for Aubameyang, but just as he started his run, Matip stepped across brilliantly and won the ball.

Liverpool's defense dealt with every Arsenal attack.

The Liverpool fans in the away end had already begun celebrating.

They waved their scarves and sang as though victory were already theirs.

The home crowd, meanwhile, had fallen silent. Some Arsenal fans had already begun to leave.

Others in the stands covered their faces, unable to watch any longer.

Arsenal had played well. In the end, though, they were still going to lose.

"That's football."

"In a single match, heaven and hell can be separated by the finest of margins."

On the pitch, the Liverpool players could see victory within reach.

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