The Winner Is King

Chapter 92 MOOOOOOOOOOTTA! (The 4th Update Asks for a Monthly Pass!

This conflict did not make the Manchester United players restrained. They continued to delay the time as they should...

Lazio, on the other hand, was made more impatient by this conflict.冰x-on:火! in Chinese

When Motta asked his teammates for the ball in the middle, there was a situation where no one passed the football to him, but they all chose to come by themselves.

"O-O!" Chang Sheng saw this scene off the court and continued to swear.

In fact, he didn't know who he was scolding.

Scold those players who do it alone?

Scolding Manchester United for delaying time?

Or scold this damn fate?

Chang Sheng didn't know, he just wanted to swear.

Otherwise, he would explode from the unhappiness in his chest.

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Mota is also in a hurry.

Because his teammates don't pass the ball to him, what's the use of him as a playmaker?

Can a player without the ball at his feet be a playmaker?

Motta, who has a good temper, had to yell at his teammates for the first time: "Pass this damn football to me!! Damn it, pass it to me!"

But the effect is not very good.

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"Or let Giroud go up?" Assistant coach Di Matteo said standing next to Chang Sheng.

"No." Chang Sheng rejected the proposal without hesitation.

Giroud was desperate to go up, but now the bullets in his pistol have not been finished, there is no need to throw away the pistol and draw the dagger.

"Mota can't control it anymore..."

"Wait, wait..." Chang Sheng didn't know whether he was answering Di Matteo or muttering to himself.

Seeing him like this, Di Matteo couldn't continue persuading him.

Anyway, the head coach is fully responsible.

If he loses the game, it must be Chang Sheng's responsibility. Why is he so worried as an assistant coach?

He backed away.

Rudy Gonzalez saw him come back. Asked: "Have you been rejected without hesitation?"

Di Matteo nodded. "He's so stubborn."

Rudy smiled: "That's how he is. If it wasn't for his stubbornness, he wouldn't be here today."

Di Matteo sighed. "Do you think there is hope for us?"

"I don't know." Rudy's answer surprised Di Matteo. He thought Rudy Gonzalez, who had a good relationship with Chang Sheng, would say, "I trust Chang Sheng. So there must be Hope" is like that. Unexpectedly, Rudy answered simply. It's just "don't know".

He turned to Rudy in surprise.

"This kind of time is beyond the scope of what a coach can do." Rudy Gonzalez was a little surprised when he saw him, so he explained. "So all I can say is I don't know. I don't know if Chang can do it. But he did everything he could. He put Motta in the center and he tied the game, more... I can only watch it, since he chooses to believe in Mota. At this time, he can only believe to the end. Let’s watch it next.”

Rudy Gonzalez purses his lips toward the field.

"Now, it's the players' battle."

DiMatteo stopped talking, he turned his head to look at Chang Sheng on the court...side.

The man squatted down again, with one hand on the ground, his body leaned forward slightly, and he looked up at the court slightly.

This is his signature move, and it's really... indecent.

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"The clock is ticking. Lazio and Manchester United are still 2-2. If the game ends with this score, Manchester United can leave the Olimpico laughing and Lazio's prospects will be bleak. The biggest The problem is...we don't see Lazio turning it around right now!"

The commentator babbled, annoying the Lazio fans in front of the TV.

After Mota roared continuously. Finally regaining possession, with the ball at his feet, he can reorganize the attack.

It's a pity that at this time, there are only a few minutes before the end of the game.

It is now 88 minutes, and there are still two minutes before the stoppage time, and the stoppage time is at most five minutes, which means that the remaining time of this game is at most seven minutes to make up...

This is the last chance that can be exploited best.

Now every offensive opportunity is very precious, and the ball cannot be easily handed over.

Thinking of this, Motta felt that the ball under his feet was heavier.

But neither does holding the ball for long periods of time.

Not to mention back and forth.

There is no point in passing the ball that can't pull the opponent's defense, it's just helping Manchester United to waste time.

Because Manchester United's three defensive lines are very well positioned, there are not many or even none for Lazio players to move, so most Lazio players can't even move.

Motta looked around, and for the first time since playing in Lazio this season, he fell into a situation where he didn't know how to pass the ball!

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Seeing this scene on the coach's bench, Ferguson smiled with satisfaction.

The characteristics and advantages of Lazio's offense are passing and running, mainly running.

Their defense and offense are all running out. As long as they keep running, they can find and create gaps and pass the ball.

When you run, it will be difficult for the opponent to defend, because the target you are marking is still in this position one second, and may have already run towards a new position in the next second.

So the only way to contain Lazio's offense is to keep them from running.

He hoarded heavy troops in the backcourt, faced Lazio's offense, and made the overall defensive iron barrel to the extreme, just like erecting walls one after another in front of Lazio, forcing Lazio to drive at high speed by hitting the wall continuously The car eventually stopped.

If Lazio don't brake, hit the wall and lose momentum!

It now appears that he succeeded.

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Motta just changed the ball around, and when it fell back to his feet, another minute and a half passed.

He glanced suddenly behind Leo Ferdinand, as if... there was a small opening.

Nemanja Vidic dragged a little behind, and that was a gap that could be exploited.

However, he didn't know if he saw it, and whether his teammates saw it too.

Especially Cavani.

He is the closest to there, if he can't see it, passing it by himself is just going directly to the goalkeeper Edwin van der Sar.

But... this is the only chance.

He can only gamble. It's better than continuing to fall for a few more minutes, right?

Maybe the other way around, even such a chance is gone.

Because Vidic will definitely notice that her position is a bit late.

In fact...he's already noticing it now!

Vidic glanced to the side and was about to rush forward!

Mota no longer hesitated, and directly sent a through kick!

But alas. The ball didn't pass... The football was destroyed by Rio Ferdinand's tackle!

Because he just passed the football. Seeing Rio Ferdinand make a tackle on the ground, both intuition and experience told him to pass the ball. In all likelihood, Leo Ferdinand would stop him, because Ferdinand had guessed his intentions, perhaps because Vidic yelled behind him.

But at the same time, because of Rio Ferdinand's action, his interception will not be too clean. In other words, although the football will be blocked by him, it will not be under his control.

As for who will count football at that time...then no one can say.

but……

Worth grabbing!

So Motta rushed out after passing the ball!

At the same time, Vidic also pressed up and erased the gap. If someone sends the football over, Cavani will definitely be offside.

Rio Ferdinand fell to the ground, unable to continue to grab the ball. But don't think that Manchester United have no one to defend.

Carrick shot out from a diagonal stab and rushed towards the football with Mota. He wanted to destroy the ball directly!

Even if it can't be destroyed, it must interfere with Motta's possession of the ball.

"Motta!!" The Italian commentator shouted loudly.

"Carrick!!" This is the shout of the England commentator.

Then the two meet...

Gritting his teeth, Motta rushed to the football, and he also saw Carrick next to him. He knew he couldn't easily control the football.

Even, even if football can be controlled, it is not the best choice.

Because when he controls the football, it means that he is trapped in Manchester United's defensive quagmire and cannot get out.

So Motta didn't want to regain control of football in the first place.

From the moment he started accelerating towards the football, he had already decided what he was going to do.

That is……

shoot!

Motta with a hideous face rushed to the front of the football before Carrick, because his purpose is very simple and easy to implement, so he has an advantage over Carrick, even if it is just a little...

That's an advantage too!

When Carrick found himself unable to grab Motta, before kicking the football, he shoveled directly at the football and...Mota's feet!

Even if it's a foul, stop him!

He did hit Motta's foot... but maybe it should be said that Motta hit his foot...

Motta kicked the football hard before Carrick!

Bang!

The football flew past Carrick's toes.

Then Motta's kick hit Carrick's raised tackle.

Carrick's foot was bounced back by Motta's kick!

It can be seen how powerful Mota's kick is!

And what about Mota?

Being tripped by Carrick like this, he also lost his center of gravity. Under the effect of inertia, his body rushed forward to the ground.

But even so, his head was held high, and his eyes were firmly locked on the football.

He watched the ball pass over Rio Ferdinand's body and start to lift upwards.

It won't shoot, will it?

His eyes were fixed on the football, and he didn't even dare to blink, for fear that if he let the football out of his sight, the football would be directly higher than the goal...

Then he saw Van der Sar leap back from the spot, raise his arms and reach for the flying football...

Will he pounce?

The football roared past Van der Sar's hands and overhead!

It was only then that Van der Sar completed a complete arm swing, and his body also rose into the air-obviously, he was slow!

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"a!!!"

When Motta swung his foot towards the football, the Italian commentator began to shout Motta's name in a drawn-out voice, and his voice fell when the football hit the net hard and was still spinning curtain.

But soon he started again.

"L!! l!!! Mota! Mota! Thiago Mota!! World wave! No one in this world can block this kick! No one! No!!!"

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