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And with that, the referee signaled for them to walk out onto the pitch. It was time.
As the referee blew the whistle to start the match, the Emirates roared to life. The opening minutes were intense, both Arsenal and West Ham battling for control of the midfield, neither side willing to give an inch. Francesco could feel the energy of the game immediately—sharp tackles, quick passes, and rapid transitions. West Ham wasn't sitting back; they were pressing aggressively, looking to disrupt Arsenal's rhythm.
From the right wing, Francesco kept moving, adjusting his positioning as the team built their attacks. Every time he received the ball, a West Ham defender closed in quickly, forcing him to think and act fast. He played a sharp one-two with Bellerín down the right, trying to break through the defense, but the opposition recovered well, cutting off the passing lanes.
The first real chance came in the eighth minute. Özil picked up the ball in midfield and, with a deft touch, sent a perfectly weighted through ball toward Alexis Sánchez on the left. The Chilean controlled it in stride, drove into the box, and unleashed a powerful shot. The West Ham goalkeeper, Adrian, reacted quickly, diving to his right and pushing the ball out for a corner.
Arsenal's first corner of the game saw Özil curl the ball into the box, searching for Giroud. The Frenchman rose highest, beating his marker, but his header sailed just over the bar. It was a warning sign—Arsenal was knocking on the door.
West Ham responded immediately. In the 12th minute, they launched a swift counterattack. Mark Noble played a long ball over the top, targeting Stewart Downing, who sprinted down the right flank. Koscielny moved to close him down, but Valencia cut inside and fired a low shot toward the near post. Ospina was quick to react, getting down in time to smother the ball and prevent the danger.
The game's intensity kept rising. Arsenal focused on controlling possession, passing the ball crisply between midfield and attack, while West Ham relied on their physicality and quick counters to create problems. Coquelin, as always, was a rock in midfield, winning tackles and disrupting West Ham's build-up play.
By the 18th minute, Arsenal began to dictate the tempo more consistently. Ramsey and Özil combined well in the center, with Francesco drifting inside occasionally to link up the play. After a series of quick passes, Ramsey spotted Francesco making a run toward the edge of the box and played a lofted pass his way. Francesco controlled it smoothly, turned, and took a shot—but a West Ham defender threw himself in front of it, blocking the effort.
Then, in the 20th minute, the Emirates held its breath. Arsenal was building another attack, shifting the ball from left to right, searching for an opening. Özil played a clever pass to Giroud, who held it up brilliantly with his back to goal. Sensing the moment, Francesco darted inside from the right flank, making a run toward the penalty area. Giroud saw him and flicked the ball with his first touch—a perfectly weighted pass that sent Francesco through on goal.
Time seemed to slow for a moment. Francesco took a steadying touch, keeping the ball close to his feet as he entered the box. The West Ham defenders scrambled to close him down, but he was already set. He faked a shot with his right foot, causing the nearest defender to lunge prematurely, then quickly shifted to his left and fired a low, curling effort toward the far post.
The ball zipped past the outstretched arms of Adrian and nestled into the back of the net.
GOAL!
The Emirates erupted. Francesco barely had time to process before his teammates swarmed him in celebration. Giroud wrapped an arm around his shoulder, grinning. "Great finish, mate."
Francesco exhaled, feeling the adrenaline surge through his veins. He glanced at the fans in the stands, who were chanting his name, and felt that familiar rush of belonging. This was what he lived for.
As the team reset for the restart, Wenger stood on the sideline, clapping in approval. The early goal gave Arsenal control, but there was still a long way to go.
West Ham didn't back down. Immediately after the goal, they pressed harder, searching for an equalizer. Their midfielders fought for every loose ball, forcing Arsenal to remain sharp in possession. In the 27th minute, West Ham earned a free kick just outside the box after Coquelin was forced into a late challenge.
Dimitri Payet stepped up to take it.
The Emirates fell silent as Payet struck the ball with precision, curling it toward the top corner. Ospina reacted instantly, diving full stretch and getting a fingertip to it, pushing it onto the crossbar. The ball bounced back into play, and chaos ensued in the box. Mertesacker cleared it at the last second before a West Ham player could pounce on the rebound.
The warning was clear—West Ham wasn't going away.
Arsenal responded by slowing the game down, keeping possession, and looking for spaces to exploit. Özil dictated the play, while Ramsey continued making runs into dangerous areas. In the 34th minute, Alexis Sánchez picked up the ball on the left, danced past his marker, and whipped in a dangerous cross toward Giroud. The striker connected with a header, but Adrian pulled off another strong save.
As the first half progressed, the game remained intense. West Ham had their moments, testing Arsenal's defense with set pieces and counterattacks, but Arsenal's control in possession kept them ahead. Francesco continued to be a lively presence on the right, tracking back to help defensively when needed while also making darting runs forward.
Just before halftime, in the 43rd minute, Arsenal nearly doubled their lead. Özil orchestrated a brilliant attack, slipping a through ball to Ramsey inside the box. Ramsey squared it across goal for Giroud, who slid in to meet it—but his shot was blocked at the last moment by a desperate West Ham defender.
As the clock ticked into first-half stoppage time, Arsenal sensed an opportunity to strike again. They had been probing, testing West Ham's defense, and now, with the halftime whistle approaching, they pushed forward with renewed urgency.
Ramsey picked up the ball near the halfway line, glancing up to assess his options. Francesco was making a run down the right, Alexis was lurking on the left, and Giroud stood centrally, holding off his marker. Instead of forcing a long pass, Ramsey drove forward himself, skipping past a challenge from Mark Noble before playing a quick one-two with Özil.
The Emirates crowd buzzed as Ramsey surged into the final third. West Ham's defense scrambled to close the gaps, but Arsenal's movement was fluid, unpredictable. Ramsey spotted Giroud peeling away from his marker inside the box and, without hesitation, clipped a perfectly weighted cross toward the Frenchman.
Giroud, always a menace in the air, positioned himself expertly between two defenders. As the ball floated toward him, he planted his feet, braced for contact, and rose above his marker with power and precision. With a flick of his head, he directed the ball toward the bottom corner.
Adrian barely had time to react.
The ball nestled into the back of the net.
GOAL!
The stadium erupted once more, the Arsenal fans roaring their approval as Giroud wheeled away in celebration, pumping his fist in the air. Ramsey rushed over to join him, pointing at the striker in acknowledgment of his composed finish. The rest of the team followed, surrounding Giroud as he smiled and patted Ramsey on the back.
"Brilliant cross," Giroud said breathlessly.
Ramsey grinned. "Just had to put it on your head, mate."
Francesco jogged over, giving Giroud a firm pat on the back. "That's how you do it."
As the players made their way back for the restart, the West Ham players looked deflated. Conceding right before halftime was a psychological blow, and Arsenal could sense it. Wenger, standing near the touchline, clapped in approval, his expression calm but pleased.
The halftime whistle followed moments later.
Halftime: Arsenal 2-0 West Ham
The players headed into the tunnel, high-fiving each other on the way. Francesco wiped sweat from his brow, his heart still racing from the first half's intensity. He had played well—his movement had been sharp, and he had even bagged an early goal to set the tone.
Inside the dressing room, Wenger stood near the tactical board, waiting for everyone to settle. The players grabbed water bottles, some stretching their legs, others catching their breath.
"Well done," Wenger began, his voice measured but firm. "We controlled the game well, kept our composure under pressure, and took our chances. But—" He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "—this game is not over."
Everyone listened intently.
"West Ham will come out fighting. They have nothing to lose now. Expect them to press higher, to take risks. We must stay disciplined. Keep moving the ball quickly, stretch them out, and don't allow them back into the game."
He turned toward the defensive players. "Laurent, Per—stay organized. Don't let them pull you out of position. Coquelin, keep disrupting their play. Win the second balls."
Then, shifting his attention to the attacking players, he continued, "Özil, Ramsey, Francesco, Alexis—if we find the third goal, we kill the game. Be patient, but when the chance comes, be ruthless."
Giroud nodded. "Let's finish this properly."
Wenger turned back to the tactical board, marker in hand, sketching quick movements and shapes. His mind was already on the second half, ensuring Arsenal maintained control while remaining sharp against any West Ham resurgence.
"Now," he continued, tapping the board where West Ham's defensive line was drawn, "they will push higher in an attempt to win the ball early. This means two things: one, we have to be smart with our passing in our own half. No unnecessary risks, no casual touches. Play the ball quickly, and if they press too aggressively, use it against them." He drew a quick line from Coquelin to Özil and then to Giroud. "If they leave gaps, we exploit them immediately."
Francesco nodded along with the others. He had already noticed West Ham's pressing patterns in the first half. If they committed too many bodies forward, Arsenal had the technical ability to pick them apart.
"Second," Wenger said, underlining the wings, "we use the flanks. Francesco, Alexis, this is where you two become key. If West Ham's full-backs push forward, they will leave space behind them. We transition fast. Francesco, when we win the ball back, I want you to be ready to run in behind. Bellerín, support him when possible, but be mindful of their counters. Alexis, same for you. Giroud, hold up play when needed, but if you see a chance to turn, take it."
Giroud smirked. "Always."
Wenger gave a small nod, then glanced at Ramsey and Özil. "Keep dictating the tempo. We don't need to rush, but when the moment comes, we strike."
As he finished, Steve Bould, Wenger's assistant, stepped in with defensive reminders. "Payet will be looking for any set-piece opportunities. Don't give away cheap fouls around the box. And remember, their midfielders like to crash into the box late—stay alert."
With the instructions set, Wenger clapped his hands together once. "Alright, let's finish the job."
The players stood, shaking off any fatigue. Francesco rolled his shoulders, glancing around the room. The energy was high, but more than that, there was focus. This was Arsenal's game to lose, and they had no intention of letting that happen.
As they walked back out onto the pitch, the Emirates Stadium was buzzing, the crowd feeding off the momentum from the first half. The second half was about to begin.
West Ham, as expected, came out with renewed aggression. Their midfield pressed high, their defenders stepped forward, and their wingers pushed up to apply immediate pressure on Arsenal's backline. The opening five minutes saw them move the ball quickly, testing Arsenal's composure.
In the 49th minute, West Ham won an early corner after Koscielny was forced to clear a dangerous cross. Noble jogged over to take it, placing the ball down carefully. The Emirates fell into a nervous silence as he swung it in with precision.
Chaos erupted in the box. Sakho, rose above everyone, meeting the ball with a powerful header. The shot was on target, flying toward the top corner.
Ospina reacted instantly. His feet barely left the ground before his arms shot up, fingertips grazing the ball just enough to push it over the crossbar. The Emirates collectively exhaled, a mix of relief and admiration for their goalkeeper's quick reflexes.
Sakho buried his face in his hands, frustrated by the missed opportunity, while Noble clapped his hands, encouraging his teammates to keep pressing. West Ham knew they needed an early goal to shift the momentum, and they were throwing everything forward.
Ospina, calm as ever, retrieved the ball and gestured for his teammates to push upfield. He wasn't going to let Arsenal get pinned in their own box. With a deep breath, he launched the ball high and long toward Giroud, who positioned himself well to win the aerial duel.
The Frenchman nodded the ball down to Ramsey, who controlled it smoothly before spreading play wide to Francesco. This was Arsenal's chance to turn defense into attack in an instant.
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Name : Francesco Lee
Age : 16 (2014)
Birthplace : London, England
Football Club : Arsenal First Team
Championship History : None
Match Played: 20
Goal: 24
Assist: 12
MOTM: 7