Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 166 There is a way to never give up, called "Liverpool"! (fifth update)

In the blink of an eye, Arnold entered the thirty-meter area.

It looked like he was going to cross the ball, but in fact he was smashing the ball, throwing away Matic and passing the ball directly.

"Firmino!"

"A ball-distributing center, his organization level at the front of the penalty area is top-notch!"

"Nice through shot!"

The football left Firmino's feet in an instant and rolled accurately to the right side of the penalty area.

And this is the loophole in Manchester United's defense.

Smalling quickly turned to defend.

but.

A figure suddenly appeared in the picture.

Liverpool number 11!

Salah burst out with terrifying speed in an instant, forcibly throwing away the "old" Ashley Young, and then passed by Smalling.

The Egyptian Pharaoh, who had been silent for most of the game, finally made his voice heard!

The left foot twitched violently.

boom!

De Gea fell to the ground very quickly, but no matter how fast it was, it was useless. The ball went under his arm and into the goal.

2-2!

Fall behind, equalize, fall behind, equalize!

Liverpool fans rushed to the railings wildly, roaring at the top of their lungs, as if they were going to tear down the roof of Old Trafford.

Salah, the hero of the goal, faced the cheers and ran to the corner flag area and kicked the corner flag down to vent his excitement.

Behind him were the rushing Liverpool players, who gathered around to celebrate the hard-won goal.

Everyone's expression was filled with excitement.

It is definitely very difficult to equalize the score after Manchester United scored consecutive goals in an away game.

But they did it!

There is a kind of never give up, called "Liverpool"!

Some people may ask, what is the use of football knowledge?

Although it cannot be seen or touched, when that kind of culture is formed, it can form inertia invisibly.

Although it may not be able to directly influence the outcome on the field, at critical moments, it can allow the team to explode with power that no one expected.

"Just do it!"

Klopp was running wildly along the sideline, driven by adrenaline, when he suddenly felt a pain in his thigh.

cramp.

Then he staggered to the coaching bench and sat down. The players on the field were not injured yet, so he enjoyed the services of the team doctor first.

"Damn it!"

Mourinho next to him was so angry that he stomped on the turf.

Consecutive equalizers will make the players feel powerless and seriously affect the team's morale.

Can be imagined.

Manchester United will usher in a more fierce attack next.

If you can't survive it

"When Liverpool launches an attack, they must get the ball back no matter what the cost!"

Mourinho pointed to the left side of the court with a ferocious and terrifying expression.

His voice did not reach a few meters before being drowned out by the cheers of Liverpool fans, but the Manchester United players clearly understood what the coach meant.

Valencia summoned the Manchester United players and said through gritted teeth: "Look at your feet, this is Old Trafford!"

"Do you know Old Trafford? This is our territory. No matter how many goals Liverpool scores, we have no right to give up!"

The Manchester United fans in the stands were not silent.

Because they are the 12th man on the court!

"Glory, Glory, Man United! (Glory belongs to Manchester United)"

"As the reds go marching on on on! (Red Devils march forward bravely)"

The passionate melody was hot and wild, arousing resonance deep in the soul, echoing in the sky above Old Trafford.

Chu Feng raised his head and stared at the surging red craze, and his heart couldn't help but twitch violently.

He felt like he had something extra.

Courage and determination.

Maybe it’s a bit magical to say that, but it’s the truth.

Chu Feng yelled viciously: "If they can equalize the score, we can overtake the score. No matter how many goals they score, we will score more than them!"

"Fuck Liverpool!"

Lukaku shouted after him. "Fuck Liverpool!"

The passion and pride deep in the hearts of the Manchester United players were aroused, and they all let out hoarse roars.

The game starts again.

Collision, pressing, fouling, breakthrough.

The nerves of the players on both sides are stretched straight and tense, and they may break and collapse at any time. Now it depends on who can't hold on first.

The midfield turned into a bloody meat grinder.

In order to control the situation, the referee Craig Pawson showed four yellow cards in less than 10 minutes, giving them to Chamberlain, Pogba, Valencia and Milner respectively.

But this did not dispel the smell of gunpowder on the field, and the confrontation between the two sides became more intense.

The 81th minute of the game.

Milner forcefully knocked Mata away to regain the ball, directly kicked off a long pass, and lobbed the ball behind the Manchester United defense.

Mane and Valencia start a speed competition.

The former suddenly burst into speed and forcibly completed the overtaking.

As he prepares to volley.

Valencia felt cruel and threw her body away.

"Pretty!"

"Iron-blooded barb rescue!"

"This is the responsibility of the Manchester United captain, they never give up no matter what time!"

Neville praised himself secretly.

The football instantly fell from back to front and towards Mata.

"Pass the damn football to Chu!"

Mourinho pointed to the left side of the pitch and yelled wildly.

"Arnold, keep an eye on Manchester United's No. 7!"

Klopp limped towards the sidelines.

On the green field.

Milner rushed in like a hungry tiger.

He wants to interrupt Manchester United's counterattack!

Mata knows that he does not have the advantage physically, and it will be difficult to complete the next shot after being interfered with.

So he didn't stop the ball at all!

He swung his foot directly towards the football in mid-air.

boom!

The dull sound was like a horn for counterattack. The football completed the alley-oop and flew to the left side of the field.

"Bad placement!"

"Arnold can just go up and interfere! Why is he staying where he is!?"

Carragher's voice was filled with panic.

Arnold was worried about being deceived by Chu Feng's stopping of the ball again, so he made up his mind that if the enemy could not move, I would not move.

At this time, Chu Feng was moving sideways at high speed and could not observe the trajectory of the football well, which was equivalent to a geometric level of difficulty in stopping the ball.

He can only rely on his ball feel and body to react instinctively.

Lift your right thigh slightly.

Release your force the moment you feel the football!

Football went from violent to quiet.

Arnold held his breath and reminded himself not to be fooled, no matter what fake moves Chu Feng used.

No fake moves!

Chu Feng thrust forward with his right foot.

The ball passed!

Then all the power is released at the moment of explosion.

Thunder breaks out from the ground!

Chu Feng whizzed past like a gust of wind, as if space could no longer restrain him, and the billboards on the side of the stadium became blurred.

Arnold's eyes blurred, as if he saw a phantom.

He really wanted to yell.

When he was on guard against Chu Feng's superb fake moves, Chu Feng chose to use his speed to force the attack.

So unreasonable?

Liverpool's right wing was once again blasted. Route 66 is not only free of tolls, but also smooth!

Three seconds later.

Chu Feng received the ball passed to him, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Liverpool's weakness.

(End of this chapter)