Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

In the Manchester United dressing room, everyone is nervous.

He didn't dare to breathe wildly, for fear that the boss with a bad face in front of him would suddenly charge his hair dryer.

The entire locker room was silent, and everyone was watching. After all, the performance in the second half of the first half was not good.

With 1-0 in hand, I was stunned to give the opponent a chance to equalize.

Moreover, in the few minutes after the equalizer, everyone played very conservatively.

Ferguson suddenly looked at Gibson, as if he had found his prey.

The latter was suddenly extremely nervous. Could it be that his breathing was too heavy just now?

"Where did you go in the first half of the game?"

"There are also nightclubs you are familiar with in Madrid?"

"Hey, this jersey is new. Those who didn't know thought you were coming off the bench in the second half."

Then he turned to Perrin and motioned for him to call Scholes in.

"In the second half, you teach him how to play football."

Gibson: ? ? ?

Is this just a random excuse to replace me?

Then Ferguson looked at the others.

Immediately, all the players held their breath and straightened their backs.

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"Okay, welcome back to the first leg of the quarter-finals of the 2009-2010 UEFA Champions League. Atletico Madrid played against Manchester United at home."

"The two sides drew 1-1 in the first half and Manchester United had the upper hand."

"Wake up~ watch the game~" Xiao Ma reminded in a timely manner, she was very worried that the fans and friends in front of the TV would all fall asleep.

The director told them just now that it is already 01:45 am in the imperial capital.

The game started at 00:45 imperial time, which was modified to take care of fans in Asia.

Why do you say that La Liga's ratings can't compete with the Premier League?

People start the game around 9 o'clock, but you start the game at 3 o'clock in the morning every day, isn't this a death sentence?

Many people rubbed their eyes and braced themselves to watch the game.

For a time, countless Red Bull cigarettes were consumed.

The two sides on the screen have already stood still, ready to start the match.

"Okay, the second half of the game has started, and both sides adjusted a round during the intermission."

"Manchester United replaced Gibson with Scholes. It seems that Ferguson was a little dissatisfied with the performance of this young Irishman in the first half."

"Oh, we saw Atlético replace Forlán with Aguero, striker for striker? Maybe Flores has an idea of ​​his own?"

As soon as the second half of the game started, the two sides immediately fell into a fight in the middle.

Manchester United's two long passes to the wing were destroyed by Atletico Madrid, and Atletico Madrid's two through balls to Aguero were also intercepted by Manchester United.

But to Atletico Madrid's surprise, Manchester United didn't seem to be uncomfortable with this kind of bayonet in the middle.

Unlike La Liga teams, once Atletico Madrid go crazy, they are a bit overwhelmed.

The two sides exchanged the ball in the middle many times, just like the high and low on the battlefield, and the two sides competed repeatedly.

But Manchester United's central road has undergone many changes after having veteran Scholes.

The game time is 49 minutes.

The fans watched the dull midfield fight and yawned.

The game is interrupted from time to time, which greatly reduces the viewing experience.

Suddenly, Manchester United's throw-in was not thrown as quickly as it used to.

Veteran Scholes gave Raphael a gesture to signal him to come.

I saw him slowly throwing it to the sideline, and the Atletico players didn't care.

However, there were fewer players to respond. Thiago, who was in charge of defense, turned his back to Scholes and looked at the Manchester United players who were running.

However, he suddenly felt that something had hit him in the back, and the singing on the court stopped abruptly.

After turning around, I found that the opponent had already dribbled the ball along the right.

"Crap!"

Thiago quickly chased back, while Lindy and Pena were also preparing to double-team.

Valencia's speed was extremely fast, and he had already run towards the gap in the backcourt of Atletico Madrid. At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted to the right.

However, Scholes hit the ball to Carrick in the middle before Lindy and Thiago double-teamed.

Paul Assuncao can only come and mark, but in this way the left side is empty.

"Nani!"

"Beautiful thru by Carrick!"

"Nani, he went in!"

"He actually passed the ball again!"

"Rooney puts an empty goal in the penalty area!"

Calderon was silent for a moment, and this change came too fast.

Unlike the single breakthrough cross from the wing in the first half,

Manchester United's offensive routines are more diverse, especially Scholes' throw-in.

"We saw Ferguson's calm and calm expression, it seems that this beautiful goal can only slow down his chewing gum."

"From the right to the left, there was not much change, but it managed to mobilize all Atletico's defensive players."

"Thus once again invigorating the two wings, the difference between Gibson and Scholes is here."

"Carrick is a good playmaker, but he lacks some ability to break the game."

"Now, Manchester United is throwing the problem back at Atletico Madrid."

The camera was given to Flores in the stands, who narrowed his eyes and stared at the court.

Everyone could feel his depression, and the fans around him just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Lindy looked at the celebrating Manchester United players and silently ran to his goal.

"You did a good job, I missed someone!"

He patted De Gea's head and picked up the football from inside the goal.

When passing by everyone, they pat each other, "God hasn't come yet!"

Although the voice was very soft, the anger contained in it sent chills down everyone's spine.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of all the fans, Lindy ran to the middle circle again.

Put the football down and wait for your teammates and Manchester United players to return to their positions.

Without a word, Lindy stepped on the football with his right foot and stared at the field coldly.

There was another fire burning in his heart.

Lindy hated himself a little bit, hated himself for being useless, for not having the ability to change the game.

Facing Messi, he used his skills to fight the opponent [-]-[-].

Facing Ronaldo, the opponent scored a hat-trick.

But the current Manchester United team does not depend on someone's performance.

They are like a whole, under the leadership of Ferguson, the incarnation of the British sword.

Cut through all enemies in sight, including Atletico Madrid.

Lindy's breathing became more and more rapid, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense!

Everyone could see that he had a strong desire to win. At this time, Lindy seemed like gunpowder that was about to be ignited at any time, and no one dared to go up.

Under the urging of the referee, the Manchester United players slowly ran towards their own half.

But a hand suddenly rested on Lindy's shoulder, "Even if God comes, you still have us."

He turned his head and saw that Paul Assuncao was looking at him seriously.

Then, other players came over one after another, "Atletico Madrid is not run by your family!"

"I still want to play in the semi-finals, this may be the only chance in my life!"

"It was just a small mistake just now, the game is not over yet!"

"What? Playing cool here alone?"

"Stinky boy, you have to be ranked according to your seniority when you carry the burden. Stand behind, it's not your turn to kick off!"

"Young man, we haven't retired yet, it's not your turn to cheer us up!"

There seemed to be tears in Lindy's eyes. He gritted his teeth, nodded, and turned to Manchester United:

"Today, God can't take away a victory in Calderon! Atletico Madrid said!"

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