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attack!

attack!

Newcastle launched a tide of attack at the first time of the game, pushing the giants Manchester United to the half. Keane was right: Fletcher played just a shit. Under Hamsik's press, Fletcher could not give Scholes more support. However, Park Ji-sung, who came from the new transfer, reflected the good physical fitness of the Koreans, but his appearance position was a right forward, not a right center back. When defense occupied most of his energy, he no longer performed on the offensive end.

Ferguson frowned outside the court, and it would be a matter of time to lose the ball if he continued to kick it like this. Damn, Rooney and Fanny haven't touched the ball since the kickoff.

Gary Neville attempted a long pass to Fanny.

Header!

Boomsun pushed it out.

The second point was obtained by Hamsik.

Hamsik dribbled the ball, two and one cooperated, passed Scholes, Fletcher came up and passed it to Di Maria.

"Boy, do you know what to do after playing?" Before the game, Master Yang asked Di Maria.

"Boss, you can tear the defense apart and pass the ball to a player with better position."

Mr. Yang always thought that Di Maria's football quotient and emotional intelligence were good. "Yes, there is another task in this game: challenge Gary Neville."

"Hmm..." Di Maria lowered her head and began to play with her fingers.

"What? Don't have confidence?"

"No, would it be bad to tease the old man like this?" Di Maria raised her head with a naive expression.

"I..." Master Yang remembered the previous comments of Wan Cheng Ruolan and Tang Ning - this tmd is a living treasure. One advantage of such a living treasure is that he will not be nervous no matter what kind of big scenes.

After Di Maria got the ball, Newcastle fans immediately started to clamor. In the past half season, the young Argentinians have brought a completely different visual enjoyment to the team. Although there are not many opportunities to play, the exciting highlights of the game are always the charming dance steps of this thin young man like a bamboo pole.

The nickname "Engel Wings" has spread among fans. Many fans posted pictures on the forum and slapped Di Maria's face to the huge sculpture "Northern Angel" by the Tyne River.

"Northern Angel, Di Maria. Run forward, Di Maria..." The fans' singing suddenly rang out at this moment.

Di Maria dribbled the ball and rushed in, and before that he had observed Neville's position.

"If you challenge him, you are not going to challenge him alone, idiot!" Master Yang cursed. "As long as he stays in his own defensive area, you don't have to provoke him. If he dares to assist, you defend as soon as possible, and he will not discuss it after the second time."

"Understood."

"Tell me how to punish me if I can't do it." Mr. Yang asked gloomyly.

"How to punish?"

"I haven't used the jalapeno water you gave me yet..."

Evil! So evil!

Di Maria faced the Koreans who came forward to defend.

"Park Ji-sung is the proud Smithat of the Koreans. He has played 12 league games for the team this season, and 10 of them are the starters. What does this mean? The Koreans are the best Smithat! The Argentines pretended to make a fake move, and Park Ji-sung intercepted the ball, but it didn't stop..." South Korea's satellite live broadcast signal conveys such a message to the country.

After passing Park Ji-sung did not get rid of the Korean defense, Park Ji-sung turned around and chased Di Maria. Di Maria's speed had already increased, and two big strides had already pulled a position.

Pulling the clothes. Park Ji-sung's hand wanted to grab Di Maria's jersey.

Scream. Not caught!

Why is this jersey so slippery?

Di Maria continued to move forward. Neville lowered the center of gravity and signaled Park Ji-sung to continue catching up.

Go towards the bottom line.

"Angelic Wings, go forward!" The Newcastle fans' singers still did not stop.

Park Ji-sung was chasing her after Di Maria, and Neville, who blocked all the pass routes in front of the right. The bottom line was right in front of her. It seemed that Di Maria's last kick was a bit big.

Close the door and defend!

The heels are out of hand!

ah?!

The fans on both sides of the stadium couldn't help but let out a moan.

Di Maria had bypassed Neville and stopped the ball at the bottom line.

Manchester United fans' minds saw a scene when Manchester United played against Real Madrid in the 2000 European Champions League. Redondo passed Berg with his heel and then passed the ball to Raul under the defense of Stam in the penalty area.

"You can't let him pass the ball." Neville yelled at Ferdinand.

The number of people in the penalty area was already uneven. Fedinard couldn't care about Hiller in front of him and hurriedly blocked the angle.

There is a famous saying that goes: "History is always surprisingly similar."

Di Maria gave her left foot and the ball rolled quickly through Ferdinand's leg.

"Irving! Irving accomplished the simplest thing in the world! Push the shot! The ball is in!! In!!"

The last goal was Golden Boy Raul, and this time the goal was Golden Boy Irving. The last time and this time the assists were Argentine. The Manchester United accidentally fell in the same river twice.

This is the biggest benefit of watching game videos.

Mr. Yang rushed out of the bench and shook his arms hard on the sidelines. Irving ran to the stands of the loyal Newcastle fans and kissed the team logo on his chest. St. James' Stadium was completely boiling!

After celebrating, Mr. Yang turned around and secretly glanced at Ferguson who was sitting on the bench chewing gum. The old man's face was as plain as usual, as if it was not his team who scored the goal. However, Ferguson's heart was not as dull as his expression - although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed "scamdled" this time. Everyone thought Newcastle would focus on attacking the left side guarded by the young player O'Shea, otherwise why Solano played right back? However, the opponent made a breakthrough on the right side that he thought was the safest. Ferguson began to adjust his thinking, and he raised the danger level of the yellow-skinned young man by another level.

Unlike Wenger, the old man almost never stood up to command the game during the game. The old man focused more on preparations before the game, hair dryers in the midfield, and substitutions during the stalemate stage of the game. If Ferguson couldn't help but stand up from the bench at any time, there were only two possibilities: one opponent was too powerful and the second bench was too cold.

Ferguson ordered his assistant Queros next to him: "Let Gary reduce assists, and no longer let the Argentinian dribble the ball at will. Let Scholes retreat and get the ball. Let Rooney and Giggs cooperate to open the situation on the left. If they enter the locker room with a score of 1-0, they will wait to die." The old man's mouth was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Queros hurriedly walked to the sidelines to convey Ferguson's anger to the players.

I'll do it, hair dryer, no. Fletcher, O'Shea, Park Ji-sung couldn't help but feel a little trembling. Even old players like Neville, Scholes, and Van der Sar felt their scalp numb. Stam, Beckham, and Keane were all in front of them. At Manchester United, no matter what fans call them, the only king is "Alex Ferguson".

Looking at the abnormal movements of Manchester United, Mr. Yang saw someone on the bench seemingly distracted.

"Hey, Keeni, what are you thinking?" Montlivo next to Bart moved a seat.

Bart smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, nothing, we are ahead, the old sir will not allow us to lead into the locker room."

"I know."

"Look at their expressions, it must be that the old sir is going to have a hair dryer."

Fletcher made a mistake in passing and made a foul when he fought again.

"You miss it very much?"

"No, not at all. Haha, you can never imagine how terrible the hair dryer is." Bart shook his head.

"Yes, when you come to the new club, there is a new beginning. I know the general reason why you left Manchester United. Injuries, lack of games, and you are not suitable for a strong boss."

Bart touched his hair, which was a little sparse, and smiled: "Yes."

"I remember we talked once, and I said, you will have a stable appearance this season. You must have thought I was fooling you, right?"

Bart glanced at Mr. Yang and shrugged: "Every coach says that. I didn't take it too seriously."

"Don't take it seriously? What I said is true."

"Really?" Bart frowned.

"You must have forgotten that I have said something that good steel like you should be used on the blade this season. Before, I needed you to accumulate strength and get back to shape. The most important thing is to cure your injuries. Tang Ning has been doing a lot of work on you."

"That team doctor asked me to drink so many bad potions because of my injury?" Bart couldn't help but feel a little moved. In the cold world of professional football, more clubs and more head coaches hope that players can fight and win. If they can't play, they will throw them away without hesitation like a piece of toilet paper without hesitation, without any pity. But at this moment, Bart finally felt the difference between the coach in front of him. The coach who considers the players should really put it in a glass cover and send it to the British Museum for storage - it's too rare.

"Believe it or not, I believe it anyway. My data analyst and team doctor told me that you can keep your best shape at least until you are 32-34 years old. So, it will depend on you for the next half season. Start with this game."

Bati nodded and thought about Mr. Yang's words. The situation on the field is no longer one side suppressing the other. The backward score plus the threat of a "hair dryer", Manchester United's strong team foundation was stimulated. Giggs and Rooney kept creating threats on Newcastle's right.

Solano defended Giggs with a good match, but it was a bit stretched to get a little stretched when he had a Rooney. The 20-year-old Lu Xiaopang wreaked havoc on Newcastle's right side like a small tank. Rhode glanced at Master Yang, meaning that if we didn't adjust, we would be in danger.

"Milner, Milner. Where are you? Defensive! Yes, it's that little fat man." Master Yang shouted from the sidelines.
Chapter completed!