"Uh... don't take it to heart, Leo."

Van der Sar and Vidic had to comfort their teammates like this.

Ferdinand shook his head and got up from the goal.

His psychological burden is not very large. After all, in the Premier League, he and Liverpool's vice captain Carragher are called the king of owning. The two of them chase each other on the scorer list of the owning goals, and neither of them will be at the disadvantage. He has great experience in this kind of owning goal...

What does it matter if you own the ball?

At worst, I can score another next time I get a corner kick or free kick. How about it?

-

“Good luck!”

Suarez patted the grass clippings on his body, and then ran to the middle circle with Long Shute.

"I calculated it all!"

Long Shute shamelessly gave him a thumbs up, which gave him a roll of his eyes.

But the system really reminded him:

“Your luck has increased to 19…”

He suddenly felt a little urge to burst into tears:

God, since I obtained this system at the age of 15, the only attribute that has not changed in the past six years... is this luck value!

-

"Malco, Marco!"

Van Basten felt the earth shaking, and the scenery in front of him was completely distorted.

His eyes finally slowly regained their spirits, and then he saw Borgkamp's worried expression.

"Dennis? What's wrong?"

He asked subconsciously.

Borgkamp sighed: "We scored one goal, why didn't you react at all?"

Van Basten then looked at the huge electronic screen of Wembley Stadium again, which recorded what had just happened.

In the 69th minute of the game, Manchester United 4 and Ajax 2.

Goal scorer, Manchester United, Rio Ferdinand (og--own-goal, own goal)…

He suddenly took a breath and felt a hint of cool pleasure in the air.

4-2?

Just two goals away?

20 minutes left?

It seems...there is still hope?

Van Basten held the plastic baffle next to the coach's seat and wanted to stand up, but a numb feeling came from his legs.

He had no choice but to turn his head and order Borgkamp: "Let them strengthen the attack, we still have hope!"

Borgkamp conveyed the coach's instructions as soon as possible, but Van Basten saw no changes.

Manchester United's attack has obviously ended and has clearly contracted back. Why... Ajax's players did not push up a lot?!

Except for Dezeu and Blind harassed each other on both sides, Ajax participated in the attack... only Long Shute and Suarez!

What a big deal for two people!

"What's going on?!"

Van Basten felt his authority had been provoked and complained angrily to several assistants.

Borgkamp reached out and pressed his shoulder:

"This is the tactic the coaching staff agreed on during the break, Marco."

Van Basten narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man running hard on the court.

The game has been in the 75th minute, and it is only two people... how can a miracle be performed?

-

It is only 15 minutes before the end of the regular time.

Long Shute still has nearly one-third of his physical strength.

According to general common sense, the player's running will inevitably decrease after 60 minutes, but he refreshed the 10,000-meter running distance to 11,600 meters.

Ferguson made another adjustment in the 70th minute. Veteran Scholes replaced the older Giggs, and at the same time ordered the midfield defense line to tighten moderately to prevent being penetrated by Long Shute from taking advantage of his speed.

In the last ten minutes, Manchester United finally chose a pragmatic strategy. They no longer pursued expanding their lead, but were prepared to use a firm defensive counterattack to welcome Ajax who was pressing heavily.

However... Ajax did not press down heavily. Ferguson's two bayonets that had been shrinking were unable to stab it out. He could only continue to hang on both sides of the lineup, watching Long Shute and Suarez tear up the defense line in the middle...

-

"After all, it's the old world...Ajax doesn't even have a chance to fight back now..."

Alex lifted his butt from his seat for the third time:

"Emma, ​​can we leave?"

Then he sat down for the third time.

Because his sister didn't even open her mouth this time...

-

"dragon……"

When another attack failed, Dejung found Long Shute:

"I'm afraid this is not a solution. We have too few troops for attack!"

But his suggestion was directly rejected by Long Shute:

"Wait a little longer, if we haven't scored within ten minutes, you can launch the final attack!"

Dejong still wanted to argue with him, but Long Shute had already rushed towards Rooney.

-

Rooney is now very relaxed.

Manchester United led two goals in this game, he scored the goal and had an assist. Such performance is impeccable and he might even win the award for the best player in the finals.

Isn't this awesome?

When he saw Long Shute pounce on him, he did not choose to fight alone because of relaxation, but knocked the football to Scholes not far away.

Do you think I will have a one-on-one contest with you?

Too tender!

I, Wayne Rooney, have always disdained these false names!

If I wanted fame, I could be the absolute core as early as when I was Ronaldo!

I am a big-scale player who dares to sacrifice for the benefit of the team!

Why?

You're blind!

I've obviously passed the ball, why are you running?!

Are you dissatisfied with my decisive and neat handling just now?!

Rooney glanced at Scholes with a puzzled look, and then he was shocked!

The "ginger head" rolled on the turf ten meters away!

Who is so cruel?!

Bullying a 35-year-old man who is less than 1.7 meters tall!

Do you Ajax still have a trace of humanity?!

-

What?

Who wants to talk about human nature to me?

What are the human nature and morals I talk about when I dare to bite people, perform volleyball rescue in the World Cup, and dive in the Eredivisie countless times?

Are you crazy?

Suarez was licking his teeth while running away with the ball.

He couldn't hear the curse of Lu Xiaopang in his heart.
To be continued...