Chapter 166 There is a kind of courage to move forward, called "Manchester United"! (The 6th update, also from yesterday)
"Damn Alexander, if you don't pay attention you'll be breached again."
Van Dijk and Lovren cursed inwardly after they realized what was happening.
Normally they would be able to catch up and support Arnold, but just now they were in the gap between offense and defense, and they were both guarding against Manchester United's attack in the middle.
It was too late to chase after him now, and he could only watch Chu Feng leave.
But they did not stand still and give up chasing.
As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance. "Single Blade!"
"A player with a 100% success rate in one-on-one situations!"
"A simple change of rhythm got past Karius and shot into the empty goal!"
"Van Dijk made a sliding tackle in front of the goal to save the game?"
"Failed! He failed! Chu succeeded!"
“3-2!!!”
"In the 82nd minute of the game, we're ahead! We're ahead!"
"Chu is fighting in the spirit of Manchester United!"
"Never give up is the spiritual belief of the Red Devils!"
"Jamie, you fucking lose! Now, immediately, put on this Manchester United No. 7 jersey for me!"
Neville took off his headphones and slammed them on the table, then stood up and yelled into the microphone.
The roar of Old Trafford was transmitted through the microphone to hundreds of millions of people. Manchester United fans had lost their most basic rationality and set off a huge red frenzy.
And this is not the end.
Tens of thousands of Manchester United fans who failed to buy tickets stood outside the stadium and saw the thrilling goal on their mobile phone screens tens of seconds later.
Sir Matt Busby Road seemed like an earthquake! Carragher's face was pale, staring blankly at the Manchester United No. 7 jersey on the table, and subconsciously cast his eyes towards the figure on the green field.
Chu Feng closed his eyes and raised his hands towards the tens of thousands of fans in the stands, as if he was embracing the whole world.
Equalizing, overtaking. His blood was burning like a raging fire, and he also understood the meaning of "keep moving forward bravely" in the Manchester United team song.
This time, you could say that his stop, dribble and shot were due to luck, but it was also a reflection of his unremitting efforts.
Opportunities are reserved for those who are well prepared.
Old Trafford Stadium.
It carries the tears and sweat of many people, and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless legends.
He also wants to leave his own mark on this legendary stadium!
This is a difficult goal.
But this is what makes it interesting and what motivates him to keep moving forward.
The Manchester United players stood there in a daze for a moment, then ecstasy surged in their hearts and they took a step forward and rushed towards Chu Feng.
The roles of both sides were reversed! Manchester United's morale instantly climbed from the bottom to the top. Their bodies seemed to have regained their strength, and all the fatigue disappeared.
In contrast, the Liverpool players looked bitter.
Now they are the ones who feel powerless. No matter how hard they try to equalize the score, they will be overtaken by Manchester United soon.
There is no hope of victory in the stands.
Zhang Wei was sandwiched among the crazy Manchester United fans, those scenes filled his mind and he could no longer suppress his excitement.
"Beautiful! Chu Feng! You did a damn good job!"
The faces of the Chinese fans nearby turned red and they couldn't help but sigh.
“These tens of thousands of dollars are really worth it!”
"Hahaha, Lao Zhang didn't get a spot, he's probably crying at home now!"
"Two goals and one assist, Chu Feng is going crazy!"
"Old Li! When will we do it again?"
“.”
Mourinho on the sidelines was running like Klopp, but his steps seemed a little slow, perhaps because he was worried about repeating the same mistake.
Faria sat in the coaching booth, muttering to himself.
“So similar, so similar”
"This is a fucking alien!"
On the other side, Klopp's thigh rubbing action paused.
After a while, he sighed softly.
But he never gives up!
"You guys go warm up, we're going to give it one last fight!"
Liverpool's substitutes were cheered up.
People need a beacon when they are confused, and Klopp is Liverpool's beacon.
Soon the fourth official raised the LED board and both teams had used up all their substitutions.
Liverpool here.
Wijnaldum, Lallana and Solanke replaced Arnold, Robertson and Chamberlain.
Manchester United here.
McTominay, Fellaini and Damian replaced Mata, Lingard and Lukaku.
All-out attack VS all-out defense!
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Arnold was very unhappy when he left the field. He thought he could still hold on and have a chance to create opportunities in the next game.
The most important thing is that he was beaten by Chu Feng.
Arnold refused to high-five his teammates and kicked the water bottle in anger.
Klopp doesn't have time for this "bad boy" now.
Because Mourinho kept Chu Feng on the field, probably to retain the counterattack point in the frontcourt.
If they could score another goal at this time, Liverpool's morale would completely collapse and they would no longer be able to fight back.
"Keep an eye on Manchester United's No.7, even if he gets a red card!"
Klopp whispered to Wijnaldum.
The game starts again.
As time goes by, the level of confrontation on the field is also increasing.
At this point in the game, Liverpool was still running like crazy, and the players' physical fitness bars had already reached the bottom.
Of course, Manchester United players are not much better. They are even more tired than Liverpool players.
What we are competing for now is not tactics or skills, but spirit.
Everyone gritted their teeth and tried their best to fight for the football, but the physical exhaustion caused their movements to become deformed and both sides made many mistakes.
Chu Feng was naturally no exception.
The continuous back-and-forth breakthroughs, coupled with the need to distract himself from defense, have almost pushed him to his limit.
So he could only threaten Liverpool players through his positioning to reduce the defensive pressure on his teammates.
While the fierce competition was taking place on the court, a big drama was unfolding in the Sky Sports commentary box in the stands.
"Here, here you go, put it on."
Neville smiled and pushed the Manchester United No. 7 jersey in front of Carragher.
Seeing Carragher remained silent, he mocked again: "No way? No one will lose the bet and not honor it, right?"
"You know, the most important thing for a man is integrity. There is an old saying in Chu's hometown, which goes, 'A gentleman's word is as good as gold.'"
"It means that what the man said could not be caught up even with a carriage pulled by four horses."
"Jamie, you don't want everyone to look down on you, do you?"
“.”
Carragher's arm trembled uncontrollably as he raised it, and after several minutes he finally touched the jersey.
Although it is red like the Liverpool jersey , Carragher still had one last hope, that Neville would let him go, but looking at the expression on Neville's face, he finally gave up the idea.
He knew he would become a laughing stock in English football.
Commentators from other countries nearby stopped their commentaries, and some even took out their cell phones to start recording.
Carragher thought that the sooner he died the sooner he would be reborn, so without any hesitation he grabbed the jersey and unfolded it.
But after looking at the name and number on the back of the jersey, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably again.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally put on the jersey.
at the same time.
Beep-beep-beep! The referee blew the whistle to end the game.
Manchester United 3-2 Liverpool! Guys, I've returned yesterday's payment, sorry sorry!
(End of this chapter)