Chapter 360: Eight goals to slaughter Tottenham Hotspur, bloodbath at Wembley Stadium on a winter night!

"Son Heung-min breaks through from the left and crosses the ball!"

"Look for Kane near the penalty spot. What a beautiful pass!"

"Shake off Maguire and shoot sideways!"

"Beautiful, De Gea had no way to deal with the close-range shot, Tottenham scored a goal in the 31st minute of the first half!"

"Manchester United seemed to relax a little after leading by two goals. How could Wan Bissaka let Son Heung-min get rid of him so easily? And Maguire's interception was a bit reckless."

"I think this goal will make them alert. Tottenham are not cats and dogs on the roadside. The quality of their players ranks among the best in the Premier League and even in Europe."

Wembley Stadium.

Son Heung-min rushed into the goal and ran back with the ball.

He felt like everything was back to him! Kane waved towards the stands, signaling the fans to cheer louder.

"It's still unclear who will win or lose, but since we were able to score a goal, it means we are not weaker than Manchester United!"

Son Heung-min loudly encouraged his teammates.

Even though they were unhappy with Son Heung-min, their emotions were aroused.

"come on!!!--"

The Tottenham players roared.

The Manchester United players not far away did not look very disappointed.

"Don't worry about conceding a goal. Keep attacking them. If they score one, we'll score two!"

Chu Feng punched Maguire hard on the shoulder.

Immediately, he returned to his position.

Looking at the back of Manchester United's No. 7 standing in the front, the frustration in the hearts of the Manchester United players disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Tottenham is a mid-to-low-level team with 14 points in 12 games. They lost five games in a row last month. Do they want to take the victory from us today? Damn, are you kidding me? Just do it!

The game entered a white-hot stage because of this goal!

Confrontation, speed and fouls have become the main theme of Wembley Stadium.

But Tottenham's morale reached its peak after the goal, but then fell because they were unable to make any further progress.

Wan Bissaka on the wing put away all his contempt and defended Son Heung-min as if he were Chu Feng.

steady.

And Tottenham's talented player Ali understood the meaning of a sentence during the matchup with Kante.

There are no insurmountable obstacles in the world, only insurmountable Kante.

No matter how sneaky his positioning was or how sharp his escape was, that little boiled egg was always with him.

Although he failed to regain the ball, he could only pass the ball back and was unable to complete the key organization.

Ali is an emotional player, and the more anxious he is, the more likely he is to make mistakes.

Finally, in the 37th minute of the game, Ali tried to pass the opponent by dribbling left and right.

Instantly, a black leg stretched out from the side! The ball was intercepted steadily, and the man was thrown out by inertia.

"Another steal in the blind spot!"

"Kante is now in his element at Manchester United and has become a barrier in the Red Devils' midfield!"

“Fight back!”

Kante stretched out his short legs and launched an attack towards Tottenham's half!

Son Heung-min on the side was chasing back frantically, constantly narrowing the distance between the two, but just when he was about to overtake.

Bang! The football rolled straight to the right side of the field, and Mahrez took the ball and ran away! Manchester United's quick counterattack has taken shape! "Tottenham's defense is very fast, especially against Chu Feng, and they didn't relax at all!"

"If that's the case."

"Manchester United's offensive is likely to be in vain. It is best to let Bruno Fernandes organize the attack again while waiting for Chu Feng to run out of the offensive space!"

However, the opposite is true.

Manchester United did not stop advancing and reached the penalty area in the blink of an eye.

In the picture, Chu Feng is surrounded by people.

One on the right, one on the left, one behind, and one in front.

"Viltonghen goes to defend, we will keep a close eye on him!"

Alderweireld on the right said in a deep voice.

Damn, if we surround you like a dumpling, can you still score a goal?

Davinson on the left stared at Chu Feng's left foot.

Does he have a foot fetish? No, he is afraid that Chu Feng will repeat his old trick and do another back-hook.

Winks, who was chasing behind, was also approaching quickly.

He wants to cut off Mahrez's return pass.

As he got closer to the end line, the Polo King gradually slowed down.

He is observing.

Although Chu Feng was surrounded like a dumpling, was there any space for him to pass the ball?

The answer is yes!

There is less than half a body's length of space.

In that case, he decisively passed the ball and strictly implemented the tactics! Give the damn football to Chu! Although this was an impossible thing to do.

But he still had blind confidence in Chu Feng.

Because this has been verified in many games! Pong!!! The winter polo king is very strong, even with his weak foot, his accuracy is still full.

The football brushed past Alderweireld's toes.

A crisp sound of touching the ball rang out in the small penalty area.

The nerves of the four Tottenham players surrounding Chu Feng instantly tensed up.

at the same time.

Mourinho poked his head out.

Pochettino's eyes widened.

Everyone looked at Chu Feng who was surrounded, and a picture emerged in their minds.

Lift the ball and hook it?

Davinson even raised his foot, ready to clear the ball as it was in the air.

But the next scene was really unbelievable.

Chu Feng didn't pick up the ball, but stopped behind him.

Mistake?

It was precisely this erroneous stop of the ball that avoided Winks who was chasing back.

But how to shoot?

This is Alderweireld's doubt, and also the doubt of the fans watching the game.

Unless you can twist your body into a knot, you won't be able to shoot.

Due to factors such as body position and angle, the ball could only be intercepted by Tottenham.

Chu Feng also understood.

But he doesn't need to twist himself into a knot, he just needs to bend his left knee slightly and wrap his right foot around his left foot!

In the shocked eyes of Tottenham players, Manchester United No. 7 seemed to dance in the penalty area! The toe of his right foot hit the football!

The White Rose's goal was breached again, and they were severely trampled under the feet of the Red Devil! "Ah?"

"After receiving the ball, he kicked the ball into the goal. What kind of trick is this?"

“Unbelievable!”

"This is a performance beyond the imagination of football!"

"I even suspect that Chu Feng didn't know how he would kick the moment before!"

"Art, art, perfect art!"

"Tonight, the magnificent Wembley Stadium has completely become Chu Feng's stage!"

“A one-man stage!”

Even the picky Tottenham fans couldn't help but stand up and applaud this artistic goal.

It’s so beautiful.

Even if they are the background, they cannot ignore this beauty.

The signature celebration appeared again.

Three roars resounded through the London night sky.

Chu Feng’s goal is very simple, just roar 15 more times.

What? Hold back?

How is that possible? He wants to break 91, so he should score as many goals as he can!

The Manchester United players stood there in a daze.

It feels like Chu has become more terrifying than before after winning the Golden Globe Award.

Immediately, they swarmed towards Chu Feng and offered their most enthusiastic praises.

Damn, is there anything better in the world than having thicker thighs? As for the Tottenham players, they lowered their heads, put their hands on their hips, and sighed.

The ambition and passion he had shown after scoring the goal just now was gone as Chu Feng kicked it away.

When a person sees hope, and then is dealt a heavy blow, what will be the consequence? That is - forget it, let it be destroyed.

On the side of the court.

Pochettino's eyes were dull and had lost all spirit.

He wanted to be destroyed too.

Just let him be fired. With his resume, he will have no trouble finding a new job.

But there is a first prerequisite, that is, it is not in the Premier League.

He was really fed up with Chu Feng.

Damn, every time this guy kicks himself, a little universe explodes.

Look at these two goals.

Any one of them can win the Puskas Award.

As a result, they did two in a row.

Besides, the first half of the game hasn't ended yet, there are only more than fifty minutes left.

Can he still score? Pochettino thinks he can, and more than one.

Anyway, I was going to pack up and leave, so there was no need to make any adjustments and let the Tottenham players play freely.

As for whether Manchester United would treat you to 7-Up or Lafite.

It doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, Pochettino was no longer so depressed and looked at Chu Feng with interest.

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

He even cheered himself on secretly in his heart.

Mourinho doesn't know what his neighbor is thinking, otherwise he would really think this guy is crazy.

Soon, the game resumed.

The Tottenham players were like zombies, their morale completely shattered by Chu Feng.

If it were the same players from the season before last, they wouldn't be so decadent even if this happened. At least they would retain a minimum sense of shame instead of being so shameless.

The root cause is poor results, chaotic atmosphere and frequent conflicts. Of course, Bayern's 7:2 defeat was also an important reason.

As the saying goes: Practice makes perfect.

As the first half came to an end, Manchester United got a corner kick on the right side.

Mahrez passed the ball directly to the penalty spot.

Alderweireld's strength seemed to be drained, and he was knocked down by Chu Feng during the confrontation.

Leaping high and heading the ball into the goal! Gasaniga's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, with an expression of wanting to cry but not being able to.

"1:4!"

"During injury time, Chu Feng scored with a header!"

"Two years ago, Chu Feng became the player with the most goals in a single game against Tottenham."

"Two years later, he had equaled his own record and finished it in half the time."

“Maybe today we’ll see a new record.”

Zhan Jundu has a little toothache.

Damn, it’s a good thing that Manchester United’s opponent is Tottenham, what if Liverpool conceded so many goals?

He probably vomited blood on the spot.

When Tottenham returned to the locker room, there was only silence.

Pochettino said a few words symbolically and left the locker room without looking back, leaving behind a gloating figure.

"Just now. Um, I pulled a muscle while saving the ball. I can't continue. Can you replace me with someone else?"

Gasaniga could only find the assistant coach and whisper.

"I'm sorry, you know Lori is injured, so I didn't bring a substitute goalkeeper today."

The assistant coach's words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Gasaniga stunned on the spot.

After a while.

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

Damn it, I’m going to get a red card and be sent off soon. If you don’t let me leave, I’ll leave by myself!

He doesn't want to become a background figure.

In the Manchester United locker room, Mourinho didn't say anything.

Just remind the team members to be safe.

It was an agonizing 15 minutes for fans of both teams.

One is to see rivers of blood.

As for the other one, I don't want to watch it.

When Wembley Stadium returned to life, there was less white in the stands.

What's the point of watching this? The following story is very exciting, but also extremely boring.

In the 56th minute of the game, Matic intercepted the ball in the midfield and sent a long pass over the top.

Chu Feng shot the ball without stopping.

And in the process of scoring the goal, he also avoided Gasaniga.

Gasaniga: “.”

Shit, I couldn’t even get a red card.

But for the sake of his future career, he couldn't commit a foul too obviously.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be match-fixing? Not only will it be rejected by the club, but it will also be investigated by the English Football Association.

68th minute of the game.

Chu Feng shot from the front of the penalty area. Gasaniga hugged the ball and subconsciously kicked it forward.

Because Manchester United's overall formation was forward, the ball went directly over the defense line.

Kane looked at the football falling from the sky.

Single blade!

Facing De Gea who left the goal, he pushed the ball into the far corner to score.

2:5!

This time no one from Tottenham picked up the ball and Tottenham fans did not cheer.

On the contrary, neutral fans cheered for Tottenham, because resistance is fun! Manchester United was about to give up.

But this goal aroused their ferocity and they continued to launch a fierce attack.

74th minute of the game.

Havertz, who came on as a substitute, broke away from the middle and passed the ball to Sandro who was making a run forward on the left.

The Brazilian winger stopped sharply and then lifted the ball into the penalty area.

But unfortunately, the ball was too close to the goal and was caught by Gasaniga who jumped high.

"Butterfingers?"

"Gazaniga failed to hold the ball steady and it fell to the right side of the small penalty area."

"Mahrez doesn't shoot?"

"The ball was passed horizontally to the middle, and Chu Feng shot again, and the ball went in again!"

"This is forcing the cake into Chu Feng's mouth!"

Mahrez certainly thought so.

Why?

It doesn't matter whether he scores a goal in this game.

But every extra goal Chu Feng scored meant that the record was rising.

Of course, the most important thing is that Chu Feng is the team leader.

And pleasing the team leader is what an excellent player should and is best at doing.

But in just three minutes.

When he cut in from the wing to the middle, he passed the ball directly to Chu Feng in the penalty area.

Alderweireld actually made a tackle.

The result was that Chu Feng didn't touch the ball, he touched the ball and it hit the goal.

Oolong.

2:7!

"Although it is irresponsible to speculate like this, I still want to say it out loud."

"Alderweireld would rather score a goal himself than let Chu Feng score a goal."

"Perhaps this is his last stubbornness."

But this stubbornness was broken near the end of the game.

In the restricted area.

Vertonghen brought down Grealish who came on as a substitute.

The referee decisively pointed to the penalty spot.

"There is no doubt that Chu Feng will take the penalty. As long as he can score, we will get 7 goals in this game."

"You know, Kane, who is second in the scorer list, is already 4 goals behind him. Now..."

Zhan Jun couldn't bear to continue.

When the referee blew the whistle.

Chu Feng took a deep breath, took a run-up, shot, and kicked the ball to the right.

Gasaniga rushed in the opposite direction.

2:8! ! !

Eight goals to slaughter Tottenham Hotspur, bloodbath at Wembley Stadium on a winter night! Not long.

"The game is over, the game is over!"

"Congratulations to Manchester United on their victory."

"Chu Feng scored 7 goals tonight, becoming the first player in the Premier League to score 7 goals in a single game!"

(End of this chapter)