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"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

In the stands of the fans of the visiting team Manchester United, the excited fans fell into madness again.

They shouted from the bottom of their hearts, swaying the extra adrenaline in their bodies, and were sincerely proud of these boys.

They scored again, four to zero!

Completely retaliated against Besiktas at the Istanbul Stadium!

At this time, the red battle flag was flying above the south stand of the stadium, forming a sea of ​​red flags.

Under this banner, it is the appearance of every Manchester fan waving the flag and shouting to celebrate.

After experiencing the initial excitement, they unified their movements, stood up and stretched out their right hands in unison, shouting towards the Besiktas fan area.

"Manchester United! Manchester United! Manchester United!"

They are telling these proud Turks who is the number one team in the world.

"Feng, it's so good, I love him."

"Hahahaha, the away game was [-]-[-]. I am already looking forward to the second round of the game. When the Besiktas go to our home court, I don't know what kind of attitude they will have."

"In two rounds, I tried to beat them ten to zero, creating a complete and shocking tragedy, so that the Turks will never raise their heads again."

"It seems that Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored the goal? This old boy finally blossomed today."

"..."

It was indeed Ibrahimovic who scored the goal. He rushed to the side of the field excitedly, and also celebrated with a domineering kneel, showing the aura of a madman.

This kind of character and temperament seems to be quite a lot in Manchester United.

Mourinho, Rooney, Lu Chenfeng, Ibrahimovic, and Van Dijk in the defense and so on.

All have such a character.

It is their spirit that leads this Manchester United team on a great path.

They are making an impact towards the final title and are on the right track.

"Two goals and two assists, please call me the Besiktas killer!"

Lu Chenfeng also came to the corner flag area at this time, and jumped on Ibrahimovic's back excitedly.

Fighting against the deadly enemy again is also a game that he cares about very much.

Before the game, he worked hard to impress the Besiktas on this field.

Now, he has fulfilled the goals he set for himself and accomplished all of this.

"Again, we will definitely score goals, we completely defeated them!"

Rooney ran over, hugged Ibrahimovic and celebrated together.

Then, he also turned his head to look at Lu Chenfeng, and said expectantly: "If..."

"Go away, old fat man, last time you cleaned up for me with a bad attitude, I won't deliberately pass you a good ball."

Before the words came out, Lu Chenfeng interrupted.

Lu Chenfeng had already guessed what the funny-looking Manchester United captain was about to say.

Sure enough, after he said these words, Rooney turned his head and walked away with a depressed face, still muttering something.

"If I don't pass, I don't pass, as if I don't get an offensive opportunity myself."

"It's simply ignorant."

"Children's temper."

"..."

After hearing the last sentence, Lu Chenfeng was a little amused. Rooney's current appearance was indeed just like what he said, like a child.

This actually represents the relaxation and emptiness of every Manchester United player at this time.

They are fully committed to the game in front of them and have strong confidence in themselves.

on the field.

The Besiktas players looked at the talking and laughing Manchester United players, and then saw the Manchester United fans waving red battle flags and shouting excitedly in the distance, feeling very uncomfortable in their hearts.

They felt a loser's taste, a strong loser's taste.

There are more fans in the stadium, but apart from the appearance at the beginning, they never let the fans shout once again.

All the fans sat on the field a little depressed and embarrassed, and could only feel the carnival of the Manchester United fans next to them.

All this is because of their 11 players.

Now, the Besiktas people finally feel the huge gap between themselves and Manchester United, and they no longer have any thoughts of competing with this team.

They just want to end this game quickly, leave this sad stadium, and fly away.

"Defend well, you can't let them score again."

The captain of Besiktas originally wanted to encourage the fighting spirit of the team and let the players cheer up and fight hard, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that it seemed impossible to awaken the fighting spirit of his teammates and rekindle their hope of scoring goals.

So, I can only change the subject and talk about the team's defense helplessly.

Indeed, can no longer be scored...

"Beep!"

On the pitch, the game restarted shortly after.

The battle on the sidelines is still going on, Mourinho is in high spirits, and seeing the team score again, it is naturally impossible to waste this opportunity.

He came to the position close to Conceicao again, and spoke in a strange way.

Mourinho admits that his flaws must be reported, and also admits that his personality is very flamboyant.

Because of this, he may be able to attract the likes of many people.

This is a real 'person', one who makes no secret of his inner self.

"Mr. Conceicao, is there anything else you want to say?"

"I remember that before the game, you guys seemed to have made a lot of comments, do you want me to repeat those words to you again?"

"Want to hear it? My dear Monsieur Conceicao."

"I hope that when you get home tonight, you will be so ashamed that you will cover yourself with the quilt and secretly hurt yourself."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Mourinho finally laughed excitedly.

If it wasn't for seeing the fourth official coming over with an angry expression on his face, he was ready to warn him.

Maybe he will stay on the sidelines for a while.

Conceicao next to him was naturally very angry when he heard Mourinho's eccentric words.

His teeth were already clenched together, and his fists were clenched tightly, controlling himself with the last sliver of reason.

The team was beaten by a big score of four to zero.

The opponent's players just finished celebrating not far from him, the opponent's fans shouted throughout his stadium, and the opponent's coach came over to mock him.

Feel everything that is noisy in your ears, and the blows that follow in your heart.

Conceicao, who was over 65 years old, suddenly felt short of breath. His breathing gradually became short of breath, and his eyes were gradually filled with dense black spots.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, and there were more and more small black spots in front of my eyes, and finally connected into lines, and then into pieces, until it was pitch black, leaving only the voices of the opponent fans and players around my ears.

"Mr. Conceicao, Mr. Conceicao, are you okay?"

"Sir, do you want me to support you?"

A few familiar voices came from his ears, and Conceicao numbly raised his right hand, waving his hand to indicate that he was fine.

In fact, he couldn't see anything anymore, and he just made these movements instinctively.

He can't think now.

Suddenly, his body softened, and Concei-sang completely lost consciousness.

"Ohhhhh..."

All the fans at the scene quickly exclaimed when they saw this scene.

Head coach down?
Besiktas' bench was in a mess. Fortunately, Conceicao just had high blood pressure. After a short time, he opened his eyes again and sat on the bench weakly.

The head coach on the court saw that there was nothing wrong, so he didn't stop the game and continued to let the game go on.

This episode made the media reporters on the sidelines excited.

They all pointed their cameras at Conceicao, who was sitting in the coach's seat with a disastrous face, and left him with many classic photos.

This is very different from when he faced the media reporters at the press conference before.

If these two photos are put together on the Internet after the game, the attention will definitely be very large.

There is no doubt that Conceicao will be named many times and insulted for a long time because of this weak photo.

Netizens don't care about his physical condition. They only know that a coach who likes to exaggerate was knocked out by Manchester United in turn.

really dizzy...

And Conceicao's fall this time indirectly caused the Besiktas players on the field to play more and more negatively.

The head coach has lost his temper, so how can they persevere?

In many cases, even if they have the opportunity to steal the ball and hold the ball under their feet for conduction and control, they will not attack forward again.

It's just a confused pass in the backcourt, killing the little time left.

They are numb.

Really numb.

"Yuyuyuyuuy..."

The Besiktas fans in the stands of the stadium were overwhelmed by the team's actions and booed a large scale.

However, this cannot awaken the fighting spirit of the players.

They are now mad to escape this side game, escape Manchester United, even escape the whole day.

Everyone wants to go back to the warm quilt on their own bed, and they don't want to stand on the green field anymore.

"Bang!!"

In the 809th minute of the game, Stretchford made a shot after an inside cut, and it arrived as scheduled.

The teenager scored his first goal in the Champions League and rushed to Mourinho on the sidelines excitedly, hugging the legendary coach.

He is expressing his gratitude towards Mourinho in his own way.

Thank him for giving himself the opportunity to have a place in today's star-studded Manchester United, and let him and these outstanding players work together towards a goal.

Stretford knows that he is the weakest at the current comprehensive level of Manchester United's various positions.

But Mourinho didn't mean to replace him, on the contrary, he meant to exercise him.

This is the coach's trust in him and his expectation for the future.

And this goal has not had any impact on Besiktas.

It appeared on the field like a goal that was bound to happen.

No one is surprised, no one is surprised, some are just numb.

Five to zero...

Manchester United truly avenged their shame in Istanbul.

They sent Besiktas a humiliating fiasco, let them really nailed to the pillar of shame.

In fact, if Besiktas hadn't expected too much of himself before the game, the edge he showed in front of the media would be too dazzling.

They would not have put themselves in the position they are in today.

But everything happened like this, and it was too late for them to regret it.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

Seeing the lack of fighting spirit on the field, the referee did not give stoppage time. At the moment when the game passed 10 minutes, he blew three long whistles to announce the end of the game.

"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

The fans and players of Manchester United rejoiced again, celebrating this hearty victory.

The Besiktas players sat on the turf, panting tiredly, and stared blankly for a long time.

Watching everything on the field, they were even a little dazed why they appeared here.

After the game, the media still paid attention to the expression and condition of the old coach Conceicao.

This old man no longer has the heart and strength to deal with these unscrupulous media anymore.

He dragged his weak body, and slowly went to the player tunnel, preparing to take a bus to leave after a short rest.

Regarding today's game, he didn't want to say a word.

"Mr. Conceicao, the post-match media conference, I have to go over there."

An assistant coach chased after him, even though he couldn't bear it, he still said this sentence.

If you don't go to the flowers, the impact is not very good.

"Push it away, you go instead of me, just say that I am ill, and apologize to them for me."

After Conceicao finished speaking, he began to cough violently. He held the hand of a Besiktas substitute player and walked towards the player tunnel.

The assistant coach was left in a dilemma.

He knew that what he was going to attend later was not a press conference.

It is a feast for the media to criticize and humiliate them.

He really didn't want to go, but there was nothing he could do.

The assistant coach finally looked around at other people with helpless eyes. After seeing everyone's dodging eyes, he sighed slightly and walked to the media room.

He was ready for the storm.

"Manchester! Manchester! Manchester!"

At this moment, the loud celebrations of Manchester United fans became the nightmare of all Besiktas people.

Shrouded in this sound, they no longer knew whether this was their home field.

Everyone walked out of the stadium in despair, and more people sat in their seats in despair, unwilling to leave for a long time.

No one wants to say more.

Now even if they blame Conceicao, the team's defense, everything about the team, and even the right time, place and people, they don't have the strength, or the heart.

Even the clear sky couldn't change their mood, and the scorching sun shone on the ground, which aggravated everyone's restless mood.

Everyone wants to go home.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

Immediately afterwards, Manchester United fans began to shout the name of their greatest hero.

Hearing this word, the Besiktas fans accelerated their pace even more, as if there was a devil chasing after them.

No one wants to mention a man who has completely uncovered his scars.

Lu Chenfeng is this person...

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ps: I'm sick, and it will be updated in the early morning after the re-update.This is the case every day, it may change, but it will be later every day