Chapter 20 Hanging Up At

Old Trafford, some are happy while others are sad.

Manchester United fans were very happy. Not only did they win the game, but they also won by four goals, which made people feel happy from beginning to end.

Since Sir Alex Ferguson retired, Manchester United has had three head coaches in four years and has yet to win the Premier League title, finishing only sixth last season.

So before the game started, Manchester United fans didn't have too high expectations.

But the team's performance today was really unexpected. Not only did they not have the problem of weak offensive execution, but they also did a better job on defense.

The future is promising!

In contrast, West Ham United fans were like eggplants hit by frost, with their heads hung and looking listless.

They were suppressed throughout the game and had almost no chances to score.

On the green field.

Lukaku's mouth was almost stretched to his ears. "I remember what you said just now. Say two more."

"Hmm, let me think about it. To make soup means to use speed to force a breakthrough."

Chu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, picking a word at random.

Finally, he asked in confusion, "The referee is leaving soon, why don't you go get the game ball?"

Lukaku woke up as if from a dream and ran over quickly.

He scored 25 goals for Everton last season, ranking second in the scorer list, only behind Harry Kane's 29 goals.

So before transferring to Manchester United, he set himself a small goal of 30 goals.

We scored four goals in today's game, which is almost one-seventh of our goal. How can we not be satisfied?

I need to build a good relationship with the Chinese boy in the future, maybe I can win the Golden Boot Award this season.

Ibrahimovic patted each player on the shoulder, as if to consolation them for their efforts, then walked to Chu Feng's side and said domineeringly: "Don't be envious, as long as you follow me and train hard in the future, it will be easy to score four goals."

"Then I'll have to work harder!"

Chu Feng bent his arms to show his biceps and made a joke.

Ibrahimovic curled his lips in disdain and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular body.

While the two were talking, Valencia, Matic, Mata and others gathered around.

"Today's performance was very good, much better than I did back then."

"Indeed, you played for half a season before you got an assist, right?"

"Get lost, you're no better!"

The atmosphere in Manchester United's locker room is very friendly now. As Chu Feng made his debut, he naturally received encouragement from his predecessors.

Chu Feng did not take advantage of the situation and responded modestly.

"It seems like it was the right choice to replace you."

Mourinho's eyes were bright and he patted Chu Feng's shoulder hard.

Previously, he was worried about the team's existing left wingers not meeting the tactical requirements, which caused him to lose a lot of hair.

And Chu Feng's performance today helped him find the answer to solve the problem.

Although Chu Feng's strength still needs to be improved , he has seen many players who have completed a gorgeous transformation during the game.

For example, Diego Milito, Drogba, Essien and so on.

Mourinho believes that Chu Feng, who has a diligent attitude and sufficient talent, can also achieve ultimate self-evolution.

But young people still need to knock and knock.

So he said in a deep voice: "You still haven't done some details. Go back and watch the video carefully, and then come to me for a review."

“Remember, if you want to make progress, you have to take care of the little things.”

"Okay, coach."

Chu Feng instantly stopped smiling. He suspected that he was being manipulated, but he had no evidence.

After a while.

Manchester United players returned to the locker room, while Mourinho went to attend the post-match press conference.

"Mr. Mourinho, what do you think of the performance of both teams in today's game?"

A reporter from The Guardian raised his hand to ask a question.

"Well, I am very satisfied with the performance of the players, especially in the first 10 to 40 minutes, we kept putting pressure on the opponent and they had no chance to counterattack."

"In the second half, West Ham United's attack improved and we lost control a little, but the subsequent substitutions allowed us to regain control of the situation."

When talking about Chu Feng's problem, Mourinho frowned.

He didn't want to expose the young players to the media too early, as that would only do more harm than good.

"Let me answer your question from another perspective."

"In my opinion, young players are a bit like melons. Only when you open them and try them, you can be 100% sure whether the melon is good or not."

"Sometimes, you have a beautiful melon with a nice rind, but it doesn't taste very good."

“And some melons may have an ugly skin, but when you open them up, they taste amazing inside.”

The reporter from The Sun had a keen sense of smell and subconsciously nitpicked: "You mean Chu is ugly?"

Mourinho had a blank expression.

He had no good feelings towards the English media, and ignored such low-level and boring questions. He stood up and walked towards the exit.

The reporters in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

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

Same recipe, same taste.

Bilic, who was not far away, gently held his forehead and answered the reporter's questions in a proper manner.

He knows that Mourinho's confidence comes from his own strength.

If you dare to do this without the ability, you would have been criticized to death by the media.

Carrington training base.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Due to the time difference, Chu Feng did not call his parents to announce the good news.

After a quick wash, he found the video recording of the game and flipped through the clips after seventy minutes.

By analyzing from a bird's eye view, you can intuitively discover your own shortcomings, such as offensive positioning, running routes, and ball touching movements.

Chu Feng kept pausing the video and recording the shortcomings in his notebook.

Good things come to those who wait.

As long as we continue to summarize and make conscious corrections, our strength will definitely become stronger and stronger.

To be honest, the competition within Manchester United is very fierce. Just on the left wing, there are Rashford, Martial, Lingard, and Sanchez, who is not sure whether he will come.

With his current strength, he can only serve as a substitute at best, and if he is not careful he will be excluded from the roster.

So much pressure!

Chu Feng felt his breathing becoming rapid, so he shouted in a deep voice.

"Hang up!"

A panel emitting fluorescent light emerged.

【Dribbling: 79.85 (97)】

Passing: 69.94 (83)

Shots: 70.56 (95)

【.】

[Module: Matthews' "shoulder pass" module. 】

Thanks to his recent unremitting efforts, all attributes are steadily improving.

Seeing the data growth with his own eyes, this kind of positive feedback was so overwhelming that Chu Feng wanted to go downstairs to train immediately.

Suddenly, the cold sound of a system machine echoed in his ears.

【bite!】

[Main mission activated: Score the first goal of your career in the top five leagues! ]

[Mission Reward: Gold Treasure Chest! ]

Chu Feng fell into deep thought again.

What are the prerequisites for activating the mission? Chu Feng thought about it and fell asleep unknowingly.

(End of this chapter)