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Chapter 116 A shocking long-range shot over 40 meters away!How could Manchester United fans not burst into tears!

Not long after, the referee blew his whistle to signal the end of the first half, and the two sides returned to the locker room for a rest.

After 15 minutes, the players of the two teams returned to the court again, ready to start the second half of the game.

It can be clearly captured that through the two goals in the first half, the expressions of Manchester United players at this moment have a bit of strong fighting spirit.

They must continue to attack, exert their highest level, and finally overthrow their opponents!
"Beep!"

Soon, with the referee's whistle, the Besiktas players sent out the center circle ball.

They passed the ball unhurriedly in the backcourt, controlled the rhythm, and stretched the formation on the field very wide.

Manchester United's players launched a crazy high-position press, and everyone rushed forward without sparing any effort to press the opponent's defense.

It didn't take long for them to regain possession of the ball and continue the siege trend of the first half.

The Besiktas players tightened their formation again and started a deep defense of [-] or even [-] formation.

"boom!"

In the first minute of the game, the slightly impatient Lu Chenfeng shot a long shot from the front of the penalty area, which was slightly higher.

He waved his hands towards his teammates apologetically, and at the same time a system notification sounded in his mind.

【Ding!A valid shot detected! 】

[The current progress of the Law of Karma, 4/5! 】

One foot away...

Lu Chenfeng murmured in his heart, continuing to wait for the opportunity.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

On the sidelines, the boos of the Besiktas fans became even louder. They were supporting Besiktas with all their strength and affecting the mentality of the Manchester United players.

As long as they don't concede three goals in the next period of time, they can step on Manchester United's shoulders and enter the top [-]!

Victory seemed so close!

"Beep!"

After a few more minutes, the substitution sign on the sidelines was raised.

Blind came on to replace Rooney, and then switched positions with Fellaini, allowing Fellaini to come to the right wing or even close to the center.

"Pogba, play more on the right side, replace Rooney's role just now, and smash the ball into the penalty area."

Mourinho shouted anxiously from the sidelines.

Pogba on the field nodded slightly after hearing it, moved his feet and began to gradually adjust his position.

After the three high points were replaced, Mourinho didn't need to say that he knew what he should do.

In the next few minutes, Manchester United's offensive center of gravity was all tilted on the wing.

When Pogba and Blind were attacking, they came to the right to play a two-on-two offensive cooperation.

Originally, the situation on the court was moving forward steadily, but all changes started with a malicious foul.

"Oh!"

This time, after Pogba himself received a pass from Blind, he originally wanted to block the goal and protect the ball.

However, the sudden force from his legs caused his body to fall to the ground involuntarily. His right foot stepped on a football on the way to the ground and sat on a cart.

There was a muffled sound, and Pogba fell to the ground hard.

This was actually okay, it was just a normal foul.

But the biggest problem is that Besiktas' full-back seemed to be a little angry. Regardless of Pogba's angry expression, he raised his leg and fell over Pogba's head who fell to the ground.

This is a very insulting action!

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

A playful whistle from the Besiktas fans on the sidelines completely ignited the anger in Pogba's heart.

After he got up, he wanted to step forward and kick the opponent down, but after looking at the score board and seeing the desire to win on the faces of his teammates, he endured the desire for this atrocity.

calm down……

The team needs to win...

But even if he calmed down a bit, the unwillingness and anger on Pogba's face were very obvious.

All of this is telling everyone that he is going to shift gears.

Put it in third gear!
"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blew and gave Manchester United a set kick from the wing.

"Asshole, if you flop like this again, I advise you to go back to your country of France to play football. I heard that the people there are gentler."

The Besiktas player who fouled was also a little unconvinced, and while kicking the ball to Pogba, he pointed at Pogba and taunted him.

"You will know the consequences."

Pogba gritted his teeth, his desire to survive became stronger and stronger, and his desire to score goals gradually increased.

With his personal ability, in the current state, he is confident that he can break through Besiktas' defense.

In the penalty area, Lu Chenfeng lined up with Ibrahimovic and Fellaini in turn, looking forward to Pogba's pass.

This is a set kick in a good position, and the threat is definitely greater than a corner kick.

"boom."

But to the surprise of all three, Pogba kicked the ball to Blind who was standing in front of the arc of the penalty area, and then yelled.

"Make the ball!"

Pogba's body moved forward at high speed, and he looked up at the position of the goal on the way, with a few hints of determination that must be won in his eyes!

The experienced Blind immediately saw what Pogba wanted to do, and he pushed the ball forward lightly, with a very good force.

"boom!!!"

Pogba's body quickly caught up. Before the opponent's defense was suppressed, he faced the force of the football rolling towards him, and shot out with his left foot!

The soccer ball with two recoils quickly rolled towards the upper corner of the goal. The closer it was to the goal, the more tricky the angle was!
The goalkeeper of Besiktas leaps forward and strives towards football!

The eyes of the Manchester United fans on the sidelines burst into anticipation, and some people were already getting up to celebrate!
A billionaire superstar like Pogba is at a certain moment the same as a talented player like Lu Chenfeng, able to perform unexpected moves!

"Break!!"

Then, a clear and pleasant sound of a football hitting the net completely ignited the atmosphere of the entire stadium.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Manchester United fans shouted wildly, celebrating the team's [-]-[-] lead in the second leg!
The game is only about 55 minutes away, and there is still a gap of two goals. Hope has undoubtedly increased by a few points!

A somewhat proud and released expression appeared on Pogba's face, beating his chest in a venting style.

He pushed away the other Manchester United players who came up to celebrate, rushed to the sidelines alone, and roared towards the Besiktas fan area.

"Hush me! Go on! Dirty Turk!"

"This is just the beginning, this is just the beginning, I will let you feel what hell is like!"

Pogba completely released himself, and quickly returned the humiliation he had just received!

After that, he turned around again and looked at the Besiktas full-back player who had just mocked himself.

One hand pointed to his face, and the other hand made a thumbs down movement, venting his emotions just now.

"Beautiful brother!"

Lu Chenfeng also rushed over at this time, jumped onto Pogba's body, and gave him a hug.

This ball was really wonderful. Pogba used his world wave to let the Besiktas player just now know who should be provoked and who should not be provoked.

The Besiktas full-back who sent the free kick looked at Pogba's joking expressions with other Manchester United players at this moment, gritted his teeth and turned around.

What more is there to say.

It is true that he gave a free kick and allowed the opponent to score another goal.

This kind of counterattack made him feel embarrassed even if he wanted to go up and find something.

"Control your emotions, Dalit."

The captain of the team's central defender had a helpless expression on his face. After sighing, he spread his hands helplessly and complained.

Opponents obviously have this kind of superstar player in their roster, and pissing them off is obviously not a good option.

If you want to make them completely lose their minds, it would be better to get a yellow card and a red card.

But to fully stimulate people's fighting spirit is not worth the candle.

Coach seats on the sidelines.

"Pretty!"

"World Wave!"

Mourinho once again excitedly celebrated with the assistant coaches by high-fiving, and the hope in his heart became stronger.

He felt that it is possible for the team to create an almost impossible miracle performance today.

What was lost in Istanbul will be returned today!
After Lu Chenfeng, Pogba has found his status here one after another.

Will Ibrahimovic, Martial, and Fellaini be far behind?

Even if they can't play too much, but the containment role in the frontcourt will create more opportunities for Lu Chenfeng and Pogba.

the other side.

Besiktas coach bench area.

Aigir's expression became serious. There is a saying in football that a two-goal lead is a very confusing score.

The players will have an illusion, including the coaching staff, that is, it seems that the opponent will not be able to win even if they score a goal.

But what if the opponent does make another one?

Isn't there only one ball gap left?
If the overtime countdown gives you a lore goal, how can you resist it then?

If you wait until you regret it, it will definitely be too late to make adjustments.

No, we must ask for a change!

There is a bit of firmness in Aigir's expression. He is also a coach who dares to take risks, which can be seen from his appearance in the Europa League to the opening stage of this game.

"Tell, Landis, warm up."

He turned around and yelled towards the bench, calling out two players with good speed, ready to make substitutions.

The two players stood up quickly and prepared for warm-up under the guidance of the assistant coach.

Their expressions are also dignified, knowing what kind of heavy responsibility they are facing when they go up.

Not far away, Mourinho's eyes noticed everything here.

There are a few smiles on the corner of his mouth, are you going to rush out at Old Trafford?

Now the morale of the team is high, and the Besiktas players over there are already a little scared and worried.

In this state, is he still afraid that Besiktas will attack?
Simply wished for.

"Call Rashford over and replace Martial."

Mourinho gave instructions to the bench, and an assistant coach immediately went to the sidelines to submit relevant information.

Rashford, who had been warming up on the sidelines and waiting for the opportunity, also ran over quickly, took a deep breath and prepared to play.

"Did you see the opponent's two substitutes? Don't turn your head, take a look from the corner of your eye, and pretend that I'm telling you something else."

Mourinho whispered to Rashford quietly, "After the meeting, you will take on Martial's responsibilities first, and attack the opponent's full-back on the side of the front field and initiate a cross."

"When those two people are on the field, you use your physical strength and speed to limit their counterattack opportunities."

"Once the ball is regained, quickly catch the opponent's gap in the transition between offense and defense. You must be fast. Do you understand?"

"Sprint with all your strength, look for opportunities in transition, maybe just one or two times, the team can score another goal."

Rashford listened carefully to Mourinho's words, nodded, and inadvertently glanced at Besiktas' bench.

He remembered the two players who were going to play, and then took off his vest and came to the sidelines.

Soon, the fourth official held up the substitution card, and Martial quickly ran towards the field after seeing it.

"Remember, high speed and high efficiency! Run!"

Mourinho finally patted Rashford on the back and said something.

After Rashford high-fived Martial, he touched the turf and rushed onto the pitch.

Besiktas' substitutions were also completed after 5 minutes, and both sides on the field made some fine-tuning of tactics.

The game continued to advance, and soon the time came to about 10 minutes.

At this time, the tension in the hearts of the fans on both sides became even more.

Manchester United fans watched the clock tick by, fearing that the team would not have enough chances to attack and score.

The fans of Besiktas are naturally similar. There are only about 10 minutes left before the victory. They are also a little worried about whether the team can maintain this advantage.

As the time goes on, the mentality of the fans on both sides must become more nervous and excited.

Under this excitement, the situation on the court suddenly changed.

Rashford's cross after a breakthrough was cleared by an opponent's player, and the ball landed at the feet of the Besiktas midfielder.

This midfielder happened to be one of the substitutes who had just been replaced, and he launched an assault towards Manchester United's backcourt with abundant physical fitness and extremely fast speed.

He dribbled the ball forward at high speed, constantly compressing Manchester United's defense back.

In the backcourt of Besiktas, Rashford lowered his head and tried his best to chase back.

He kept in mind the task Mourinho gave him and knew that he needed to bear certain defensive responsibilities.

His off-ball running speed should be in the top eight in the entire Premier League. At this moment, his position has surpassed one Besiktas player after another, and he is approaching the ball holder.

The Besiktas player with the ball obviously didn't expect that not long after halftime, there was a rush of running and breathing behind him.

He subconsciously wanted to find someone to pass the ball, but seeing that the nearby Besiktas players either hadn't followed up or were marked to death, he could only choose to move the ball forward.

"Oh!"

It was this high-speed running kick that brought Besiktas' attack to an abrupt end.

The pressure from Rashford behind him was too great. The player did not control his strength during the waving, and waded the ball four or five meters away.

Manchester United's central defender Smalling immediately stopped his retreat, took two steps forward, and knocked the ball to Rashford who was chasing back.

"nice shot."

Rashford yelled, turned around without stopping the ball, and launched an attack without wasting any time!
The Besiktas players were immersed in the team's high-speed counterattack just now, and the next sudden loss gave them time to react in astonishment.

In just a few seconds, Rashford left more than five Besiktas players behind and launched a counterattack against their empty defense.

Mourinho on the sidelines stood up from his seat and looked at the field expectantly.

Eji Chiton on the other side felt bad, hugging his head with his hands in despair, looking at his defense line with fear.

"Look out for the good guys, watch out for their wide players, and get stuck in the space that penetrates in the middle."

He yelled towards the field, even though he knew that the players might not be able to hear him, he still comforted himself.

on the field.

Rashford dribbled the ball close to the opponent's offensive third zone, and he looked up to analyze the current situation.

On the left side, Ashley Yang will definitely not be able to come in this meeting, and since he is not there, there must be a vacant position.

In the middle, Manchester United's high-altitude top three stood firmly, firmly imprisoning the opponent's five defenders.

On the right side, Pogba and Blind will run quickly to respond, and the threatening point is the Besiktas full-back who is chasing back.

"boom."

Rashford was not greedy, and two consecutive long-distance full-speed anaerobic runs made him a little out of breath.

He passed the ball to Blind, who came over, and then stood in the arc of the penalty area, waiting for a possible second penalty after the cross.

Blind receives the ball and passes it to Pogba with a crisp kick.

Pogba flew the ball forward quickly, and at the same time his body quickly got stuck, occupying the forward rolling route of the football, and stuck the opponent's full-back behind him.

The full-back named Dalit wanted to sprint, but after hitting Pogba's back, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground, very embarrassed.

"boom!!"

After Pogba took a look at the penalty area, he passed the ball quickly and yelled, "Feng, it's up to you!"

In fact, with this kick, he saw that Lu Chenfeng was in the forward position, and the pass was for a position in the rear.

The intentional act of shouting his name was to attract the opponent's defense to focus on Lu Chenfeng.

In the penalty area, since a defender has just gone to cover Pogba, there will only be four Besiktas players left to defend the cross.

Lu Chenfeng, who was at the previous point, jumped up high and yelled "Mine".

Sure enough, as Pogba expected, a Besiktas player rushed in front of Lu Chenfeng, and another player stood next to Lu Chenfeng as if facing a formidable enemy, reaching out to interfere with Lu Chenfeng. Morrowind.

This is not enough, even the remaining two players can't help leaning towards this side.

When the cross passed Lu Chenfeng's head high and started to fall from the rear, all Besiktas players were shocked.

Finished!

They just thought of this and turned to look back.

With a body as tall as 1.9 meters, Ibrahimovic jumped up nimbly, forming an almost horizontal line in the air, and drew the football sideways.

Jump side volley!
This is one of Ibrahimovic's famous stunts!

It is very entertaining, and the hit rate is very high even when no one is marking it!

"boom!!"

A heavy muffled sound sounded, and the football shot by Ibrahimovic was like a cannonball, blasting towards the goal with great force.

The Besiktas goalkeeper had no time to react, but saw a white light coming, and then felt the goal behind him tremble!
The ball is in!
Three to three!
"Roar!"

Ibrahimovic raised his hands very domineeringly, and rushed towards Pogba who had just sent a cross from the sidelines.

At the same time, they hooked shoulders with Lu Chenfeng on the way, cheering and celebrating together.

This is a perfect offensive and defensive transition!

A perfect counterattack is absolutely flat!

Now, the total score came to four to four!
One more goal and Besiktas will be going home!

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The Manchester United fans on the sidelines once again erupted into cheers that shook the audience. Many fans even tore off their clothes in the slightly cold weather and celebrated wildly.

The same fear appeared on the faces of Besiktas fans.

No, it is really possible to be counter-killed by the opponent...

That would be a real shame...

This miracle will definitely be recorded in Manchester United's history with Mourinho's name.

And their Besiktas, this team with all the pride of the Turks, will become the biggest background version.

The distraught looks of their players and the desperate expressions of the fans will become highlights that will be continuously broadcast on the media of various countries in the world.

"Hold on, lads!"

"You are the pride of Turkey! You must keep this pride and bring it back to our Turkey!"

"Think how you ravaged them in Istanbul, keep that feeling, keep your confidence!"

"Come on, Besiktas!"

"..."

The fans applauded, trying to use their weak strength to help the players on the court improve some confidence.

The Besiktas players on the field were indeed encouraged, but the fear and worry on their faces could not be stopped.

Coach seats on the sidelines.

Mourinho waved his hands again, signaling the Manchester United fans to shout louder, making the atmosphere at Old Trafford more intense, thus supporting the team to win this great victory!
"Glory Glory Man United!!"

"Glory Glory Man United!!"

The fans of Manchester United also quickly signed up for the club, and once again the glorious team song of Manchester United sounded.

Most of the people were singing this traditional old song hoarsely, recalling the glorious achievements of Manchester United in their hearts.

The captain of the team, Wayne Rooney, who has been with Manchester United for more than ten years, also stood up from the bench at this moment, turned around and clapped his hands and sang together with the fans.

He is equivalent to one of the souls of this team, a player who these fans have watched grow up.

As long as he is the person driving the atmosphere, the participation of Manchester United fans on the scene will definitely be very high!

Before long, tens of thousands of Manchester United fans in Old Trafford all sang the team's team anthem.

The loud and clear singing resounded throughout the stadium, infecting everyone on the scene, and making all Manchester United players even more motivated to fight!
Besiktas' bench.

The head coach Ejić's face was extremely heavy. He crossed his arms and walked quickly on the sidelines while looking at the watch in his hand.

There are almost 15 minutes to go, only one goal difference.

If they hold it, they advance, but if they fail to hold it, Manchester United completes a miraculous comeback.

What is the result?
Ajiqi, an experienced young coach, can't feel it either, he only knows that the team is now on the edge of a cliff.

Manchester United's momentum is fully up now, and their players must be constantly exhausted.

How to procrastinate has become the biggest problem.

Ejic thought of the end, and there was nothing he could do. With a heavy face, he yelled at the field, "Delay for time."

"Exhausting all means, the opponent in the next game is not strong, even if it is a card, we must delay the time."

"Give you the greatest freedom, as long as you don't lose the ball."

This is what the leading side on the football field sometimes does when they lack confidence.

Ejić has nothing else to do now, he can only give the players this vaccination, so that they can delay time without any distractions.

In 15 minutes, even if you pay three yellow cards and one red card, this time must be delayed!
As long as they can advance, they still have a chance to make adjustments in the next game!

on the field.

Ibrahimovic simply celebrated with his teammates, then quickly ran back to halftime, waiting for the game to restart.

"15 minutes, lads, it's up to you."

Mourinho yelled from the sidelines and told the players the exact time so that they could be prepared.

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle to announce the resumption of the game.

The final showdown begins here!

The Besiktas center forward sent the ball in the center circle, and then he didn't mean to step forward at all. He just stood still and waited for the pass from his teammates.

They directed as many kicks as possible in the backcourt, and then after losing the ball, they collectively stood at the front of the penalty area, compressing the space to the extreme.

It stands to reason that the best choice must be to leave a counterattack point in front, put some pressure on the Manchester United defenders, and don't let them press too far forward.

But this time Besiktas even involuntarily played a no-forward lineup, and they adjusted the formation to the June [-]th position.

There are two midfielders in the middle, and two assisting full-backs on both sides to defend the pass.

The remaining four central defenders stood firmly in the penalty area, staring at the Manchester United players with a high degree of concentration.

"boom!"

As soon as they grab the ball, they will not even hold the ball to give Manchester United a chance to counter-rob, and directly kick a long pass towards the sideline of Manchester United's backcourt, wasting as much time as possible on the field.

In addition, they also launched a lot of show operations.

Once they had some physical contact with Manchester United players, they would lie on the ground with their legs covered, howling in pain for a while.

Even if the Manchester United player only hit his shoulder, the Besiktas player at this time may fall down clutching his own eggs.

"I'm pinching the clock. Please put away your poor performances. The time will be added back in the overtime game. If anyone delays the time for no reason, get ready to get a card." The referee also spoke to the majority of Besiktas. A warning was issued.

But this kind of warning is obviously useless, and their players will not be so stupid as to act too obviously.

Every time it ends in a measured manner, it delays for more than half a minute.

This also made the Manchester United players gradually feel a little anxious, and their faces turned dark.

"Referee, I have been calculating, the stoppage time of this game should be at least 6 minutes or more."

Ibrahimovic raised his mouth when he passed the referee, shrugged helplessly, "Since you said you will give the card, then you should be more straightforward."

"Don't let these villains disrupt the flow of the game again."

The referee glanced at Ibrahimovic, didn't say much, and continued to enforce the law seriously.

Time passed by like this second by second, and Lu Chenfeng also looked a little anxious.

"Pass me the ball."

He shouted towards the field, and then looked for a more suitable response point.

The law of cause and effect is still a step away. It's not that he doesn't want to shoot all the shots immediately. It's because the opponent's defensive line is too dense, and his teammates can't find a few lines to pass the ball to him.

In the 806th minute of the game, Pogba's personal dribbling began to break through while watching the opponent's bus lineup.

He used a beautiful Marseille spin to pass the opponent's midfielder in the midfield, and then made a violent pass, passed another midfielder, and came in front of the defender.

"boom."

He passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng, then quickly moved forward and ran towards the ribs.

"Give the ball!"

Pogba yelled, with some eagerness on his expression.

Because he knew from the usual training that Lu Chenfeng's passing was somewhat average.

When the ball comes over, he will definitely be able to send a threatening cross!
"boom!!"

But Lu Chenfeng's actions made his heart tighten. He took a step to lie down the football and kicked it with some reluctance before the defender stretched out his foot.

The angle of the football is good, but there is some slowdown after rubbing against the defender, and it is finally caught by the goalkeeper easily.

"wind!"

Pogba spread his hands helplessly and said, "You should pass the ball to me, I can pass it in."

"It's time, if you're not sure about long shots, don't shoot. We don't have a few chances to attack."

"Sorry." Lu Chenfeng waved his hands pretendingly, expressing his apology to Pogba, but he was secretly laughing.

You make a cross from this position, and you can open [-]-[-] or even [-]-[-] to grab points with your opponent.

I am now full of karma, and I will kill my opponent if I give it another chance.

Which is important?

That's not immediately obvious.

On the sidelines, the Besiktas fans felt relieved, hoping that Lu Chenfeng could make a few more unthreatening shots to help them end the attack and delay time.

The corners of Mourinho's mouth on the bench also twitched a little, and the tension in his heart increased.

He knew that Lu Chenfeng's long-range shots were very good, and his hit rate was not low.

But at that opportunity just now, instead of going for a long-range shot, it is better to pass on Pogba...

It is equivalent to wasting a good offensive opportunity.

His face was a little heavy, and he didn't intend to say anything to the players. Instead, he turned his head seriously, walked around with his head down, looking a little stressed.

The game on the field continued.

The Besiktas goalkeeper sent the ball straight to the right of the United half, forcing Ashley Young to run back again and send a throw-in, wasting more than 20 seconds.

The game time has come to 89 minutes.

Not long after, the stoppage time sign on the sidelines was raised, indicating that the stoppage time for the second half was 4 minutes.

"4 minutes? 4 minutes?!"

Mourinho's face was a little unbelievable, and he couldn't help but bowed his body, covering his head with his hands to express his emotions.

"The time they just delayed is definitely more than 7 minutes, and the stoppage time is only 4 minutes?"

"This is the referee's rule, sir." The fourth official did not have much communication with Mourinho.

Indeed, in this era when VR technology is not yet developed, it is impossible to accurately calculate the time that should be added.

The stoppage time of the whole game is mostly based on the feeling of the referee.

Generally speaking, it is rarely more than 5 minutes.

Starting from the subsequent World Cup in Qatar, stoppage time of eight or nine minutes gradually became common.

on the field.

The game was still going on, and Manchester United put all their strength into the attack, looking for opportunities to break the opponent's goal.

"boom!"

On the wing, Pogba and Rashford's crosses continued to smash into the penalty area.

Even the high point of central defender Smalling entered Besiktas' penalty area to grab points.

But the final effect is actually not good. There are often two players pinching one player on the wing, which leads to the average quality of the two players' crossing points.

Coupled with the dense defensive numbers of Besiktas in the penalty area, most of these balls were cleared.

Time continued to move, and Mourinho's eyes on the sidelines kept looking at his watch.

As for Besiktas coach Ejić, he didn't even dare to look at the time. He just looked at the field nervously, waiting for the referee's whistle.

"The last minute."

When Mourinho saw that the game time had reached 92 minutes, he once again shouted towards the field.

This also made the anxiety in the hearts of Manchester United players more obvious. Goalkeeper De Gea was slowly leaving the penalty area, ready to go up and try as soon as he had a set ball.

"boom!"

On the wing, another cross from Rashford was passed, and the football was cleared by a Besiktas player with a dive to the top!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!"

There was a burst of cheer from their Expedition fans, the sound they make every time they see their team play a successful defense.

Victory is close at hand, boys, you must hold on!

The second penalty kick for this clearance flew very far, almost flying to Manchester United's back line.

Phil Jones, who was dragging behind, took control of the football and began to dribble forward.

Breaking through the side and crossing seems to be impossible, so try the middle to see if it is possible to create a chance!

Phil Jones controlled the football and carried it forward at a constant speed, while looking for a contact point.

Suddenly, he saw Lu Chenfeng rushing out of the restricted area at high speed.

At this time, Lu Chenfeng's physical fitness should have reached a peak. As he moved his legs at a high speed, the expression on his face became ferocious.

It's so tiring.

Running almost all the time.

But he had to come up with this opportunity. This is his best chance to use the law of causality to shoot.

Behind Lu Chenfeng, the Besiktas players originally wanted to follow a few.

But seeing Lu Chenfeng running farther and farther, and after leaving the penalty area for more than ten meters, only one midfielder helped defend him.

"Stand still, watch out for his breakthrough."

Someone reminded Lu Chenfeng's defensive midfielder that Lu Chenfeng usually chooses to break through with the ball at high speed when receiving the ball at that position.

The lower back nodded, not intending to advance aggressively, but just followed Lu Chenfeng at a distance of about three meters.

"boom."

Phil Jones must have believed in the team's top attacker, and delivered the ball safely to Lu Chenfeng's feet with a short pass.

This may be Manchester United's last or penultimate chance.

After Lu Chenfeng received the ball, he turned around, and all the teammates around him ran without sparing any effort, waiting eagerly for his pass.

"Here! Wind! Pass it again!"

Pogba shouted, raising his hands on the wing to catch the ball, "Don't shoot anymore, there is no time."

"wind!"

Rashford's call also sounded from the left, and he has already started to advance at high speed.

"Underfoot, underfoot."

Ibrahimovic also ran out in the middle, as if to show off the dribbling he hadn't done for many years, to see if he had a chance to kill the game.

But Lu Chenfeng ignored all of them, and just focused on the football under his feet.

"Boom..."

He pushed the football to the right, then swung his left arm back, and his body quickly followed.

It's about to shoot!
Besitex's midfielder didn't care too much. The distance from the goal here is more than 35 meters, even close to 40 meters.

Over the years, he has only seen Ronaldo score one goal in this position, and that was seen in the previous highlights.

So he didn't think it was too much of a threat, he just guarded against Lu Chenfeng's possible fake shot and turned it around.

Besitex's goalkeeper did not underestimate the enemy at the moment, he stared at Lu Chenfeng's feet with piercing eyes, and lowered his center of gravity.

All the Manchester United players, including Lu Chenfeng off the pitch, and the fans on the sidelines, felt a little disappointed in their hearts at the moment.

too urgent...

Maybe he wanted to win too much...

There is nothing to blame for this, after all, he has already scored two goals in this game.

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for losing too much in the last game.

"boom!!!"

Under the different mentality of everyone on the field, Lu Chenfeng slammed the football with the front of his instep, and erupted the most powerful shot since the first half of his life.

When the football touched Lu Chenfeng's feet, there was a dent that was about to explode, and then, with the help of this rebound and the power sent by Lu Chenfeng, it started flying high in the sky!

Ten centimeters... twenty centimeters... fifty centimeters... one meter... 1.5 meters... two meters five... two meters eight!

The football is regularly increasing its height in the air, and at the same time, it is sweeping with huge force. Even if it flies forward for a long time, it has no intention of slowing down!
The speed is definitely more than 170km per hour! !
When the fans in the audience gradually changed from not paying attention to suddenly dilating their pupils, the Besiktas goalkeeper finally thought that he had judged the right direction and made a lunge.

"Lu Chenfeng, in this position, hit the door with one kick!"

"Hit? The speed of the ball is good...the ball is gradually rising!"

"Goalkeeper Bectas!"

"Oh! Beautiful! Beautiful! This is a world wave! This is a shocking world wave!"

"Can you imagine?! At a distance of more than 40 meters, Lu Chenfeng blasted Besiktas' goal with a super heavy cannon!!"

"Five to one! Five to one! The total score is five to four. Manchester United completed the Jedi comeback in the round of 32! Advance to the round of [-]!"

"How can you not love football? How can you not love Lu Chenfeng? He is a player with magic and mysterious oriental power!"

"Manchester United fans, let the tears flow!"

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(End of this chapter)