Chapter 91 I've heard enough of your ridicule, so can you shut up now? (Fourth update, please subscribe)

51st minute of the game.

As soon as Chu Feng received the pass from his teammate, Kante tackled him fiercely and knocked the ball out of bounds.

He rubbed his face helplessly, turned his head and found that Kant was giving him a very honest smile.

This guy is so difficult!

Kanter always seems to be able to predict his opponent's intentions and move in advance, making defense easy.

Chu Feng felt it personally, and he usually played as a left winger. Today, he was a little uncomfortable playing as a double center forward. He was always used to retreating to receive the ball.

This is a bad habit to get into as it causes you to get too close to Chelsea’s second line of defence, reducing the space available.

Chu Feng secretly reminded himself.

As the ball continued to change hands, the game reached the 57th minute before we knew it.

Because of the overall formation and tactics, Chelsea's two wings are the most efficient, and Alonso is the most suitable organizer as his qualities are mediocre.

But his characteristics have already been thoroughly studied. Manchester United's players on the right side approached frantically, while the back line moved forward, not giving the opponent any chances for through balls or long passes.

Valencia took advantage of Alonso's slow footwork and cooperated with Pogba to complete a clean steal.

Manchester United players rushed forward, a classic Mourinho counterattack! Conte on the sidelines kept waving his hands and yelling at the top of his voice: "Don't just retreat, move forward to delay Manchester United's offensive advance!"

As a defensive expert, he once coached Juventus and made countless fans fall asleep while watching the games. Naturally, he knows very well how to deal with quick counterattacks.

Bakayoko pounced on the football fiercely.

Pogba did not stop at all and made a wonderful Marseille turn to pass the ball.

"pretty!"

"He has very skilled skills at his feet and is the main means of passing the ball from Manchester United's backcourt!"

"Let's see how he will handle it?"

Pogba did not pass the ball casually, but rushed to the right rib with the ball.

This caused Kante to be briefly conflicted, but in the end he chose to make way for the reckless Bakayoko.

But in the next moment.

Manchester United No. 6 and Manchester United No. 7 connected!

Chu Feng stopped the ball lightly, raised his head slightly and looked forward.

There are three people in front of him!

Azpilicueta, Andreas Christensen and Gary Cahill.

Among them, the latter has the strongest defensive ability, is good at frontal interception, and has excellent confrontation ability.

This information flashed through Chu Feng's mind, and he made the most correct decision in an instant.

left!

The precise and elegant continuous touches make it difficult to tell whether the foot is controlling the ball or the ball is leading the foot.

"Double-team defense! Double-team defense! We must not let him get through!"

Azpilicueta suddenly felt his heart hanging in his throat, and he shouted subconsciously, while speeding up and rushing towards Chu Feng.

Christensen immediately moved upon hearing this, with slight pulling movements on his hands.

And at this moment, Chu Feng exerted force on all his muscles and suddenly stepped forward.

There was a hint of fear in the expressions of tens of thousands of Chelsea fans. He was clearly alone, so why did he have the aura of thousands of troops that made it impossible for people to resist?

Under the gaze of countless eyes.

Manchester United's No. 7 broke through the Blues' iron chain chariot with terrifying explosive speed!

Azpilicueta and Christensen collided with each other. Not only did they fail to intercept, but they both fell to the ground in embarrassment and could only watch Chu Feng run towards the goal.

Single Blade!!!

At this time, Courtois had not yet come to his senses when a person suddenly jumped out of his field of vision and he could only passively assume a saving posture.

Chu Feng quickly adjusted his pace and kicked the ball towards the far corner where he was good at.

Bang! The crisp sound is like the beautiful notes plucked from a guitar string.

But to Courtois it sounded very harsh and made people feel strongly disgusted.

It was a close-range shot at a tricky angle and with a curve.

Even the world's top goalkeepers would not be able to react in such a short time.

It only took the tens of thousands of fans at the scene a blink of an eye to find that the football was lying quietly in the net.

Wow!!! Manchester United fans stood up excitedly and hugged strangers beside them to celebrate. They could not imagine that this goal would come in this way. It was really ecstatic.

I don’t know who shouted out the name behind Manchester United’s No. 7 first, and then a deafening roar suddenly rang out from the away stands.

"Chu!!!"

"Chu!!!"

"Chu!!!"

After scoring the goal, Chu Feng felt that his long-pent-up anger had found an outlet.

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

He ran madly to the sidelines of the pitch, facing the tens of thousands of Chelsea fans in the home stands, and put a finger on his lips.

I've had enough of your taunting, so can you please shut up now?

Chelsea fans naturally did not allow themselves to be provoked. They made various international friendship gestures and kept cursing.

"You should just shut up!"

“Go to hell!”

"You are a waste!"

The insults came at him like a violent storm, seemingly swallowing him up.

But Chu Feng felt very refreshed. His posture became more and more upright, like a pine or cypress standing in the wind and rain, standing firmly in the same place.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Mourinho.

Although it looks a bit bleak, it is full of strength and uses its body to block everything out.

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat and he silently took two steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the person in front of him, showing his snow-white teeth to tens of thousands of Chelsea fans.

Then he turned around and said with a smile: "Coach, how was it? Wasn't my goal cool?"

“Very handsome indeed!”

Mourinho turned around, his smile mixed with mixed emotions.

When the Manchester United fans next door saw the Chelsea fans insulting their own players, Chu Feng, who grew up in the Manchester United youth training camp and wore the honorary No. 7 jersey, his eyes instantly turned red.

"London bitches, you are fucking trash!"

"Shut your stinky mouths!"

"Londoners, open your eyes and take a good look, this is Manchester United's No. 7!"

“.”

The fans of both teams immediately started a fierce verbal fight. Neither of them gave in and spit was flying in the stands.

And at this time, LeTV Sports live broadcast room.

"Manchester United's No. 6 made a brilliant pass, and Manchester United's No. 7 made a solo breakthrough!"

"Chu Feng did not waste the opportunity created by his teammates, overturned Chelsea's defense and scored a beautiful goal!"

“This is a reflection of personal ability and the result of teamwork!”

"In the 57th minute of the game, Manchester United equalized the score and both teams returned to the same starting line!"

"And Xiaochu has scored 10 goals in the Premier League. You know, the league has only been played for 12 rounds. He is very efficient!"

When Zhan Jun's passionate voice was heard, everyone could feel the excitement, and the fans in the live broadcast room did the same, flooding the screen with barrages of comments.

(End of this chapter)