Chapter 130 Chu Feng's first big four! (3rd update)

"Are you still going to keep playing like this?"

"Then this game will become a lifelong shame for you!"

Lori kicked the goalpost in anger.

The Tottenham players felt like a thorn in their hearts, and they couldn't breathe.

Over and over again, and again and again, until it’s over.

Their morale just hit rock bottom after Manchester United scored three goals.

Moreover, Pochettino's behavior in the midfield was equivalent to announcing the result of the game in advance.

It was too late to resist now. The game started again soon.

Manchester United slowed down the pace a little, retreated as a whole, and waited until their strength recovered before pressing again.

Tottenham did not miss this opportunity and decisively went out to attack.

Using continuous passing and cutting in the middle, the ball was delivered to the vicinity of the center circle. Ali dodged Pogba's interception and made a long pass that accurately found Son Heung-min on the wing.

The latter burst out with all his strength, broke out from the double-team of Ashley Young and Matic, cut inside the penalty area and shot directly at the top of the arc.

"Beautiful! De Gea!"

"Don't give Tottenham any chance to score at all!"

“Even though he was in the cold wind for more than 40 minutes, he was still in such a hot state!”

The cheers at White Hart Lane came to an abrupt end.

This wonderful save completely destroyed the morale of the Tottenham players. The fighting spirit that had just ignited in their hearts was extinguished. They were in a dazed state and numbly entered the penalty area to compete for the header.

"Look at this corner kick!"

"Wow, Llorente and Phil Jones collided heads! Phil Jones made a great contribution by heading the ball out of the penalty area first!"

"Manchester United's quick counterattack is coming!"

Without stopping the ball, Matic passed it directly to Pogba on the left, who quickly dribbled forward.

Manchester United's frontcourt players had great coordination and crossed positions as they usually did in training, catching Tottenham's defenders off guard.

Pogba tilted his body slightly and pushed out the arch of his foot suddenly.

Bang! The football cut through Tottenham's defense like a precise scalpel.

Lingard was as slippery as a loach, and didn't even give Vertonghen a chance to foul, and rushed directly into the penalty area with the ball.

Single blade!

But what is puzzling is that Lingard did not shoot, but kept slowing down his speed, as if he wanted to get past the goalkeeper.

The moment Lori pounced.

Lingard shook his ankle and passed the ball across the middle.

Manchester United's No. 7 came running over, taking advantage of his half-body lead over Sanchez, and easily pushed the ball into the empty goal to score.

0-4!!!

After scoring the goal, Chu Feng did not try to retrieve the ball. Instead, he ran dozens of meters to the corner flag area, stretched out three fingers towards the stands, and shook them continuously.

I have imitated Mourinho's mocking expression to a point that is 80% similar.

Chu Feng remembered how Tottenham fans cursed before.

He claims that he is not a magnanimous person. If he is hit, he will fight back, and if he is scolded, he will scold back.

Even if he is criticized by others, he won't care at all.

He wants to use this game to tell others that you can foul me maliciously, but you also have to bear the revenge I give you.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This is his life creed.

There were loud cheers from the away stands, even drowning out the boos from tens of thousands of Tottenham fans.

The Manchester United players rushed over to hug Chu Feng.

As for the Tottenham players, they just stood there in a daze, no longer having any thoughts of resistance. They even hoped that the game would end there.

But the time displayed on the LED screen next to the court chilled them.

73 minutes and 42 seconds.

There are nearly 20 minutes left. Will their goal be broken again?

They don't know the answer, and they don't want to know.

Mourinho began to make substitutions, replacing Lingard and Pogba with Rashford and Herrera.

It seems that he hasn't given up the attack yet.

This made Pochettino angrily punch the plastic baffle next to the coaching seat. Fortunately, the camera had fallen and there was no need to worry about it being hit.

He felt that he had been deceived by Mourinho. He had clearly agreed before the half-time break to focus on the game and control his emotions.

Why do Manchester United players seem to be on edge?

He could only make adjustments, replacing Ali with Sissoko, trying to increase the strength of the backcourt defense and trying not to drink 7-Up or Lafite.

The scene just three minutes later made Pochettino's eyes go dark and he collapsed in his seat.

Tottenham made a passing error in the backcourt. Herrera received the ball and passed it directly to the front of the penalty area. Lukaku calmly turned around and adjusted his pace, then volleyed the ball into the goal.

0-5!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Manchester United fans' voices were hoarse, but they took off their clothes or scarves to express their excitement in another way.

As for the Tottenham fans in the home stands, they fell silent, because any sharp words or dirty words were so pale and powerless in the face of the score of 0-5.

All Manchester United players were playing like crazy, and even if Mourinho gave orders, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to stop.

There were even more voices of regret from the bench.

Because the quota for substitutions had been used up, they could not participate in today's massacre.

This will be a lifelong regret.

But it's not over yet.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Chu Feng received a long pass from Herrera, used his speed to crush Tottenham's defense, swung past Lori and shot into the empty goal.

0-6!

Chu Feng's first four goals in his career!

It came so suddenly.

Chu Feng hadn't reacted after scoring the goal until his teammates reminded him.

To be honest, he was not too excited. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness, probably because Tottenham did not resist.

It's hard to get excited.

In addition, his physical strength was almost at its limit, so he performed mediocrely in the next few minutes and rarely dribbled forward.

But who knew that Herrera and Rashford, who had just come on, were not satisfied yet.

In the 89th minute of the game, they completed two beautiful wall passes in the frontcourt. Rashford took the ball in front of the penalty area and shot the ball into the dead corner with his right foot.

0-7!

massacre.

A complete tragedy.

Under the expectant gaze of Manchester United fans, the referee did not even give any extra time and blew the whistle to end the game.

There's no point in kicking any further.

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing half the sky red, telling of endless sorrow.

The 108-year-old White Hart Lane stadium seemed to be covered in blood and exuded a disgusting smell.

Tottenham players and fans suffered a heartbreaking defeat. They all stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

What little pride they had left began to crumble.

Self-esteem was like glass that fell to the ground, shattered into pieces and then trampled upon by others.

The humiliation was like a cold wind, irritating every inch of skin.

Deep down, the Tottenham players kept telling themselves that this defeat was understandable and not entirely their fault.

But listening to the ridicule and cheers made them begin to doubt themselves.

(End of this chapter)