Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"It's Nani!"

"Atletico Madrid has a space on the left."

"Manchester United strikes back!"

In the heavy rain, Nani's red figure galloped through the air like a sweaty horse.

The Atlético players were trying to catch up, but the rain was too slippery.

This caused the Atlético Madrid players on the screen to run in strange postures, and they were getting farther and farther away from Nani.

Nani, who rushed into the penalty area alone, faced De Gea and pushed a far corner.

Although the latter tried his best to open his body to block, the football still slipped through De Gea's fingers.

After falling to the ground, De Gea turned his head and looked at the football in despair.

The cheers of Dream Theater have been getting louder and louder.

But God seems to have made a joke with Manchester United.

The soccer ball, which was spinning and rolling towards the far corner of the goal, rolled directly off the baseline due to insufficient friction.

"Oh~~"

There was a sound of disappointment, and Nani knelt down with his head in his hands.

The fans in the stands also closed their eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed, and countless rain fell.

Flores patted his chest, it was so exciting.

He felt a little tired. The past six months had really been the biggest test for his body.

Lindy ran over and pulled up De Gea, "This ball is mine."

Then I glanced at the rain screen, found a black shadow, and rushed forward: "Paul, let's change positions, you will deal with Park Ji-sung, he is not fast enough, I will deal with Nani."

Paul Assuncao nodded. He really didn't have time to step forward to defend just now.

Taking advantage of this dead ball, several Atletico Madrid players put on spiked sneakers one after another.

Scholes and Fletcher went to the referee to protest, but the latter ignored them at all.

It can't be too much, can it?

"We found that several Atletico Madrid players replaced the spikes together, and they still suffered from inexperience."

"How could you make such a basic common sense mistake at this time?"

"Maybe it's because you pay too much attention to the game itself?"

"The weather forecast just sent by the director, the weather forecast for Manchester today is..."

"Small rain turns to cloudy!"

Ferguson watched this scene from the sidelines, since he was neither anxious nor angry.

Sure enough, he is still too young, how can he trust the weather forecast? ? ?

Want to predict the weather on the British Isles?

God can't do it!

However, someone can.

Early this morning, Ferguson and Ian Sr. came to the stadium together.

"Every time I see it, it's so beautiful, I really can't bear it."

Ferguson looked at Old Trafford, who had been with him for half of his life.

"Then continue to work for another two years. It is hard for me to imagine that without you, Manchester United, can it still be called Manchester United?"

Old Ian touched the top of his head, which had been bald for a long time, his voice was hoarse.

"It's Manchester United. Whether I'm here or not, it will always be." Ferguson paused and continued:

"However, you're right, I should be ready too, this year? Well... already 69."

While walking, Ferguson looked at his beloved Dream Theater like a lover:

"What do you think of Scholes?"

Hearing this, Old Ian frowned deeply: "He's still too young, and you don't have enough time to train him."

"Hahaha... also."

In Ferguson's laughter, there was some worry, "How is Ole? He is doing very well in the reserve team now."

"With all due respect, Alex, haven't you considered someone else? Manchester United cannot have a second Alex Ferguson."

Yeah, another head coach with 25 years of coaching?

Some people are afraid of dying.

"Then you talk about it?"

Old Ian waved his hand quickly, "I have no objection, this is something you should consider, but I personally appreciate Mourinho."

"This guy has a very stubborn temper. If he scolds the referee, he won't lose to you."

"Ahahaha...he is indeed an excellent junior."

Before they knew it, the two had walked around the court and returned to the gate.

Old Ian picked up the cleaning tools and turned around to start working:

"heavy rain!"

Ferguson laughed again, broadly.

......

"The game finally restarted, and the two sides continued to fight in the heavy rain for the promotion places."

"The game on the other side is also continuing. Inter Milan led by Mourinho put up a complete bus formation. For Bayern Munich, it is no less difficult than attacking Moscow."

On the pitch, the Atlético Madrid players immediately stabilized the situation after putting on new sneakers.

The game time is 29 minutes.

Facing the solid defense of Manchester United, Sandy waved again and again, signaling the team to press on.

Otherwise, if it ends 0-0, then Atletico Madrid's Champions League journey can be declared over.

Thiago has rarely been organized forward.

In this kind of heavy rain weather, the simpler the ball, the better.

He has gradually retreated to the center circle and saw Reyes and Simão suddenly start on the wings.

That's the sign of a feint.

He saw the opportunity and handed the ball to the real main force of this offense, Lindy.

After scoring a long shot in the last game, Flores discovered Lindy's ability, because there have been several cases of long shots this season.

The advance of the two wings can open up a high-density defense in the middle for Lindy.

On a rainy day, give it a try!

Lindy's forward figure caught Fletcher's attention.

Although everyone's faces could not be seen clearly from a long distance in the rain, but based on their size, they could still make a general judgment.

The shocking long-range shot in the first round seemed to be still in sight, and Lindy couldn't be allowed to shoot.

Rooney is also chasing behind. Today he has only one task, stealing.

Unless there is a particularly good opportunity, otherwise, defend with the whole team.

That was Ferguson's "sacred decree", and no one dared to disobey it.

Those who disobeyed all went to Real Madrid...[doge]

Lindy also saw the red figure coming towards him.

It's pouring down, ah, it's pouring down, forget it, it's in the heavy rain.

Two figures, one red and one black, just collided in the rain. The red figure floated up slightly, circled in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Lindy, on the other hand, felt a huge impact on his left shoulder, and he staggered, unable to chase anymore.

The football that the two competed for was still rolling.

After the red figure fell down, he just covered his shoulder with one hand, and then remained silent.

"beep~"

The referee blew to stop the game at the right time, and this collision affected countless people.

The fans at Old Trafford have stood up nervously, holding their heads in their hands, a scene they are familiar with.

Their former captain, Neville, lost his main position after being absent for a year because of an injury in the game.

Ferguson also lost his usual calmness and hurriedly asked the team doctor to go up.

The color of worry has been written on the face.

Flores stood up in horror and looked at Lindy who was already sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.

If Lindy is injured, Atletico Madrid's defense will drop a notch.

Not to mention the promotion of the Champions League, even whether the top four can hold in the last few games is another matter.

"Ah~ Lindy won't get hurt, right?" Xiao Ma stood up abruptly in the studio, startling Lao Liu.

"The place where the two collided should be on the shoulders, but it's obvious that Fletcher is a bit overwhelmed."

"Looking at Lindy's appearance, he sat on the ground and didn't respond for a long time. The team doctors on both sides have already gone up."

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