Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 20 Hang up
  At Old Trafford, some are happy and some are sad.

Manchester United fans are very happy. Not only did they win the game, but they also won by four goals, which was exciting from beginning to end.

Since Sir Alex Ferguson's retirement, Manchester United has had three managers in four years and has yet to win the Premier League title, ranking only sixth last season.

So before the game started, Manchester United fans did not have high expectations.

But today's team's performance was really unexpected. Not only did it not have the problem of weak offensive execution, but it also did a better job on defense.

The future is expected!

On the other hand, West Ham United fans were like eggplants beaten by frost, with their heads lowered and listless.

They were suppressed for the whole game and had almost no chance to score.

On the green field.

Lukaku grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, "I remember the sentence just now, here are two more sentences."

"Well, let me think about it. Making soup means using speed to force a breakthrough."

Chu Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, choosing a word at random.

At the end, he asked doubtfully: "The referee is leaving soon, why don't you go and ask for the game ball?"

Lukaku woke up from his dream and ran over quickly.

He scored 25 goals at Everton last season, ranking second on the scorer list, second only to Harry Kane's 29 goals.

So before moving to Manchester United, he set a small goal for himself, 30 goals.

I scored four goals in one game today, nearly one-seventh of the goal. How could I not be satisfied?

In the future, I have to build a good relationship with the Chinese boy, and maybe I can win the Golden Boot this season.

Ibrahimovic patted each player on the shoulder, as if to express condolences for their efforts, then walked next to Chu Feng and said domineeringly: "Don't be envious, as long as you follow me and train hard in the future, it will be easy to score four goals." .”

"Then I have to work harder!"

Chu Feng made a joke by bending his arms to show off his biceps.

Ibrahimovic curled his lips in pretended disdain and pushed up his sleeves, revealing his bursting muscles.

While the two were talking, Valencia, Matic, Mata and others gathered around.

"Today's performance was very good, much better than what I did back then."

"Indeed, it took you half a season to record an assist, right?"

"Get out of here, you won't be much better!"

The atmosphere in the Manchester United locker room today is very friendly. As Chu Feng, who played for the first time, he naturally received encouragement from his seniors.

Chu Feng did not rely on coquettishness to favor him, but responded humbly.

"It seems like replacing you was the right choice."

Mourinho's eyes were sharp and he patted Chu Feng's shoulder hard.

Previously, because none of the existing left wingers in the team met the tactical requirements, he lost a lot of hair worrying about this.

But Chu Feng's performance today allowed him to find the answer to the problem.

Although Chu Feng’s strength still needs to be improved,
  But he has seen many players complete gorgeous transformations during the game.

For example, Diego Milito, Didier Drogba, Essien and so on.

Mourinho believes that Chu Feng, who has a diligent attitude and sufficient talent, can also achieve ultimate self-evolution.

But young people still have to hammer away.

So he said in a deep voice: "You still have some details that are not in place. When you go back, watch the video carefully, and then come to me to review it."

“Remember, if you want to make progress, you have to take care of the little things.”

"Okay, coach."

Chu Feng instantly suppressed his smile. He felt that he was being cheated by the CPU, but there was no evidence.

After half a sound.

The Manchester United players returned to the dressing room one after another, and Mourinho went to attend the post-match press conference.

"Mr. Mourinho, what do you think of the performance of both sides in today's game?"

The Guardian reporter raised his hand to ask a question.

"Well, I'm very satisfied with the performance of the players, especially in the first 10 to 40 minutes. We kept putting pressure on the opponent and they had no chance to counterattack."    "West Ham United's offense improved in the second half and we lost a little bit. Control, but the subsequent substitution adjustments put us in control of the situation again.”

When talking about Chu Feng's problem, Mourinho frowned.

He does not want young players to be exposed to the media prematurely, as that will only be harmful rather than helpful.

"I'll answer your question from another angle."

"In my opinion, young players are a bit like melons. Only when you open them up and try them can you be 100 percent sure whether they are good or bad."

“Sometimes, some melons have a nice skin, but they don’t taste very good.”

“And some melons may be a little ugly on the outside, but when you open them up, they taste great inside.”

The reporter from "The Sun" has a keen sense of smell and subconsciously said: "You mean Chu's appearance is ugly?"

Mourinho was expressionless.

He had no good impression of the English media and ignored such vulgar and boring questions. He stood up and walked towards the exit.

The reporters in the audience looked at each other.

Same recipe, same flavor.

Not far away, Bilic gently held his forehead and answered reporters' questions in a decent manner.

He knows that Mourinho's confidence comes from his own strength.

If you didn't have the guts to play like this, you would have been blasted to death by the media.

Carrington Training Base.

Moon stars are rare.

Due to the time difference, Chu Feng did not call his parents to announce the good news.

After a simple wash, I found the video recording of this game and flipped through the footage seventy minutes later.

Analyzing from a God's perspective, one can intuitively discover one's own shortcomings, such as offensive positions, running routes, ball touches, etc.

Chu Feng kept pausing the screen and recording the shortcomings in his notebook.

Good things are hard to come by.

As long as you continue to summarize and make conscious corrections, your strength will definitely become stronger and stronger.

To be honest, the competition within the Manchester United team is fierce. For the left winger alone, there are Rashford, Martial, Lingard, and Sanchez who is not sure whether he will come.

And with his current strength, he can stand up to the odds and serve as a substitute. If he is not careful, he will be excluded from the roster.

Tremendous stress!

Chu Feng felt that his breathing was getting faster, so he shouted in a deep voice.

"Hang up!"

A fluorescent panel emerged.

[Dribbling: 79.85 (97)]

[pass: 69.94 (83)]

[Shoot: 70.56 (95)]

【.】

[Module: Matthews' "Sinking Shoulders and Extraordinary" module. 】

With his recent unremitting efforts, all attributes have been steadily improving.

Seeing the data growth with his own eyes, this kind of positive feedback was so overwhelming that Chu Feng couldn't wait to go downstairs to train immediately.

Suddenly, the cold mechanical sound of the system echoed in his ears.

【Ding! 】

[Main mission activated: Score your first career goal in the five major leagues! 】

[Task reward: Golden treasure chest! 】

Chu Feng fell into deep thought again.

What are the prerequisites for task activation?
  Chu Feng thought about it and fell asleep unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)