Chapter 734: Symphony of Reversal

Manchester United dressing room.

A jubilant crowd.

"Hey, we can go to Newell's Bar for a drink after the game, haha, I'll treat you..." Ferdinand crossed his legs and rubbed his feet, saying with great promise.

Rooney drank water with his bare chest, shaking his head as if he had seen a flood and a beast: "Bar? Forget it, Colin will kill me if he knows... We've already agreed that I have to help her plant twenty coniferous trees in the yard... Twenty, shit, that's really a tough job for them, you know I haven't done these things since I was twelve!"

The players all laughed.

After the prostitution scandal was exposed, Rooney tried every means to save his marriage. The luxury travel in Dubai, shopping in Paris and the giant diamond ring finally calmed the anger of his wife and father-in-law. If he goes to the hotel again this time, it will really cost him his life.

Rooney's temper in the locker room is not as bad as the media said. His teammates often tease him.

Portuguese winger Nani laughed and twisted...

Laughter and joy filled this small space.

The first half of the game was undoubtedly a dreamlike 45 minutes for them. They were under great pressure before the game. On the football field, no one did not tremble for the three words "Crazy Li"...

Who knew that in the real game, scoring goals would come so easily.

This feeling is like facing the challenge of a ruthless and peerless master. Before, I thought I would definitely die and even prepared to die and made a will. Who knew that when the decisive battle came, I found out that this peerless master's martial arts were all useless and had become a useless person without any threat. You can easily kick this opponent to the ground with three punches and two kicks and spit on him. The huge pressure like a mountain disappeared in an instant, that feeling... the heart that had been carrying huge pressure before, relaxed in an instant...

And this instant venting can easily make people lose their balance.

At this time, Ferguson pushed the door in.

Seeing the performance of the players, the old godfather shook his head.

What he was most worried about happened.

Having fought with Madman Lee many times, he knew clearly what it meant to relax at this time. Thinking back to the past, even in the devil's home Old Trafford, Madman Lee had set off a shocking reversal, not to mention now in his own territory.

These fifteen minutes were quite subtle for Manchester United.

One step to heaven, one step to hell, and it is not an exaggeration to say that every step is thrilling.

Ferguson couldn't hit the players' optimistic mentality with a cold face. After all, morale must not be lost, otherwise the foundation of victory would be lost... However, Ferguson had to pour some cold water on the players to remind them to correct their arrogant mentality and promote Inter Milan's counterattack in the first half. The difficulty was that Ferguson had to find a suitable degree to make the Red Devils feel that their wonderful performance in the first half was recognized by the boss, and also to make them realize that for Crazy Lee, it was not difficult for his team to score three goals in 45 minutes.

Cough cough cough——!

A cough quieted the noisy locker room, and Ferguson turned on his "hair dryer": "Okay, gentlemen, I think I should stand up and say something. I have to admit that you gave me a surprise..."

...

"I have to admit that you gave me a surprise..."

Li Tongfan had a strange smile on his face that the Hammers couldn't understand, and said: "3:0, an incredible number. If I hadn't achieved some results after the winter break, I would have been killed by the fans with coins and mobile phones in front of the command seat. Should I thank you?"

The Hammers lowered their heads and fell silent.

They were ashamed of their performance in the first half.

This should have been a stage to win glory, but they had to admit that they messed up.

After Manchester United scored a series of goals, they were frightened. The team's record after the winter break was too smooth, making them soar into the sky like a balloon without realizing it. However, Manchester United's goal was like a sharp thorn, mercilessly poking a hole in the balloon. With a swishing sound, they fell sharply and panicked for a moment. They behaved like a pure little virgin seeing a mouse, flustered and screaming.

If they were scolded by the boss for such a performance, they would feel better.

But——

"Okay, maybe my requirements for you are too high... Let's do this. In the second half, as long as you defend your goal and don't lose the ball, you will complete the task. How about it? This requirement is not too high, right?"

After saying this, Li Tongfan turned around and left the locker room.

He did not analyze the reason for the loss, did not tell the Hammers how to play in the second half, and did not make any substitutions...

...

...

"...The game has started again!"

Fifteen minutes later, cheers and boos, the twin brothers in the football field, appeared alternately over the Meazza Stadium, dominating the main theme of the green field.

"...Inter Milan, which had a disastrous performance in the first half, did not make any substitutions. We cannot infer what kind of tactical adjustments Madman Li made from the changes in the player list!"

"...On the contrary, Manchester United made a substitution. Ferguson replaced Portuguese winger Nani with Brazilian teenager Anderson... What is the tactical intention? Nani performed well in the first half. I wonder why Ferguson replaced him? "

Courtside.

Li Tongfan also quickly noticed Manchester United's substitutions.

"Ginger is old and hot. It really makes sense. Ferguson is going to strengthen his defense..."

Li Tongfan thought for a moment and understood what Ferguson was thinking——

Portugal's naughty boy Nani is a good attacker, fast and can be considered sharp in breakthroughs, but he is a bit rough in defense, and his playing style is too unique. Such a player, when playing downwind, He can often shine, but when faced with the dilemma of close combat, it is often difficult to help the team. His solitary style also makes it easy for the team to be seized by opponents.

The Brazilian chubby Anderson is the complete opposite.

When he was in Porto, Anderson was originally positioned as an attacking midfielder. He was very smart in his football, had good passing and shooting skills, and had a strong impact. However, after moving to Old Trafford, Anderson was transformed into a defensive midfielder by Ferguson, in a Premier League style. Let this young player full of spirituality develop in the direction of a bulldozer in the middle. His playing style becomes pragmatic, hard-working, and positive in letting go. With his fat little butt stuck out, he can easily knock away opponents and protect the football. Occasionally, He can also deliver a few scalpel-like passes.

Anderson replaces Nani.

A substitution that can strengthen the midfield without weakening the team's offensive power.

The replacement of a godfather is indeed a stroke of genius.

After seeing his opponent's intentions clearly, Li Tongfan turned his attention to the Inter Milan players on the field. The game was going on fiercely. Coutinho pulled the ball and turned around. Before the ball was passed, Anderson made a fierce collision and knocked his own ball away. The Brazilian compatriot was knocked to the ground mercilessly, and the [Nerazzurri] won a free kick...

"I hope these hammers will understand what I mean as soon as possible..."

…

5 minutes into the second half.

Evra brought down the Welsh king Gareth Bale who was running with the ball. The referee's whistle sounded and Inter Milan got a set kick opportunity 37 meters to the left of the front court.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Inter Milan!"

"... [The Nerazzurri] have many direct free kick masters in the team, let's see if we can convert this opportunity into a goal."

"If we can get a goal back at this time, then the hope of reversal will be even greater!"

"I'm so nervous that I can hardly breathe!"

On the field.

The two warring parties lined up on the field. Van der Sar directed the Manchester United players to form a wall. Inter Milan's header experts also stood in the Red Devils penalty area. Standing in front of the football were Gareth Bale and Coutini. O and Gigi…

In the stands.

Inter Milan fans stopped cheering and booing, holding their breath and waiting for a miracle to happen. The camera swept over and saw a crystal clear little girl wearing a blue and black jersey, like a little princess in a fairy tale, with her head lowered. The head, long eyelashes are twinkling, the pink hands are clasped together and praying for something, the cute tangled look is really heartbreaking...

force--! !

German referee Sadek blew the whistle.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole world seemed to be focused on the little football.

Gareth Bale and Coutinho both lowered their bodies in an instant... This was a precursor to preparing for a run-up penalty...

"It won't go in! It won't go in! Kick it away! Kick it away..."

The Red Devils fans were in the stands doing their best to interfere and make a huge noise.

Gigi seemed not to be ready to serve. He walked slowly towards the middle of the penalty area. Seeing this scene, Ferguson's eyes jumped. He wanted to shout a reminder loudly, but unfortunately he was alone in Manchester United. The noise made by the fans could not attract the attention of the players on the field.

Coutinho takes the run-up.

Football is getting closer.

Van der Sar looked at the Brazilian youngster and made a quick judgment in his mind: "It's not him, the distance is too far..."

Coutinho's free kicks take a soft path, focusing on arcs and angles, and are not good at power and speed. The lethality is most amazing when it is around 25-30 meters, but if the distance is any further, it is gone. The suddenness, no matter how tricky the angle is, will be picked off by the goalkeeper calmly. Van der Sar did not believe that Inter Milan would make such a mistake, so he concluded that Coutinho was just a cover, and the real person who took the free throw should be with a strong arc. Gareth Bale, the Welsh king who is famous for free kicks from the line.

Other players at Manchester United think so too.

Sure enough, Coutinho ran to the football and did not shoot. Instead, he quickly hid aside. Behind him, Gareth Bale flashed like a ghost and shot...

"coming……"

Red Devils goalkeeper Edwin van der Sar instantly judged the flight path of the football and turned sideways to prepare to pounce.

but--

Not a shot.

But nudge.

The football was pushed near the arc of the penalty area.

Wherever Gigi had gone at this time, there was no one around him to defend him.

At this moment, the Inter Milan players who were ambushing in the Manchester United penalty area suddenly moved to both sides. At this moment, the defensive players subconsciously followed their defensive targets outwards. The Red Devils' central defense was instantly pulled away. A big hole opened...

Gigi can shoot directly.

The door is wide open.

The first one to react was the chubby little Anderson who was closest to Gigi.

The fat Brazilian man risked his life to shovel.

"Fortunately, Nicolas Gigi is not good at long shots. Maybe this ball..." Just after having such an idea, Ferguson suddenly opened his eyes wide——

On the field.

Gigi didn't shoot.

He stopped the ball with his left foot, like a light elf dancing, and easily dodged Anderson's tackle. Shunzhi stuffed the football into the big hole that was 'torn' in the middle of Manchester United...

The blue and black figure flashed again in the penalty area.

Manchester United players have been confused by a series of extraordinary changes by their opponents. At this time, [Chile C-Ronald] Sansche is like the deadly knife that has been hidden in the dark, finally showing its blood-red edge. Near the penalty spot, he stopped the ball and shot in one go.

The knife rises.

Blood spattered.

The football stuck to the lawn, with a trajectory as straight as a sharp arrow, and shot through the goal guarded by Van der Sar, knocking the white ball king out into a shocking bulge...

"...Coutinho...Gareth Bale...Gigi...Sanchez..."

Italian commentator Lolosta used an urgent tone and kept shouting the name of each Inter Milan player as the ball holder changed. Until the end, his voice climbed to an incredible height: "THIS— —IS — GREAT! WHAT — GOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!

The other commentators around me are also going crazy——

"One...two...three...four...a total of four passes, toying with Manchester United's heavily fortified defense in the middle of applause...incredible free kick coordination...so beautiful!! Perfect——!! Simply a beautiful piece of art! ”

"Inter Milan are back to their true level and scoring goals has become so easy!"

"...It broke out!! It finally broke out!! I saw signs of the [Blue-Black Storm] sweeping across. One goal is not enough, we need more goals!"

The Inter Milan camp, which had been silent for a long time, began to boil as if the earth was falling apart.

The members of the Nella team roared, opening their mouths and spitting out fire, scorching the Meazza Stadium. The momentum that burst out in an instant was like a flash torrent and mudslide caused by the violent storm on a rainy summer night, and everything was accelerating. !

This goal is really important for Inter Milan.

"This will be the turning point of the game... Manchester United's lead has been reduced to 2 goals, and two goals are not a difficulty for the [Nerazzurri], whose attack power ranks first among the five major leagues in the second half of the season!"

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First update.