Chapter 730 Symphony of Reverse

Manchester United's locker room.

A piece of joy.

"Hey, we can go to the Newell bar for a drink after the game, haha, it's my treat..." Ferdinand crossed his legs and rubbed his feet, saying loudly.

Rooney drank water bare arms and shook his head as if he had seen a flood beast: "Bar? Forget it, Colin knew he would kill me... It's been agreed for a long time. Later, I have to help her plant 20 coniferous trees in the yard... Twenty, shit, that's really a errand for them. You know, I won't do these things after I'm 12 years old!"

The players all laughed.

After the scandal was exposed, Rooney did everything he could to save his marriage. The luxury tourism in Dubai, the shopping in Paris and the giant diamond ring finally calmed the anger of his wife and father-in-law. If he went to the hotel again this time, it would really kill him.

Rooney is inside the locker room, and his temper is not as irritable as the media said. His teammates often make fun of Xiao Pang.

Portuguese winger Nani laughed and twisted... The laughter filled this small space.

The first half of the game was undoubtedly a fantastic 45 minutes for them. Before the game, they were under great pressure. On the football field, no one did not tremble at the word 'crazy Li'... Who knew that when it really came to the game, the goal was so easy.

This feeling is like facing the challenge of a ruthless peerless master. Before, he thought that he was definitely dead and lifeless, and even made a will. Who knew that when it came to the decisive battle, he found that the martial arts of this peerless master had been useless and had become nothing. A non-threatening useless person, you can easily kick this opponent to the ground with three punches and two feet, and spit a few mouthfuls. The huge pressure like a mountain disappeared in an instant, and that feeling... The heart that had carried great pressure before relaxed like venting in an instant... And this kind of instant venting is easy to make people unbalanced.

At this time, Ferguson pushed the door and came in.

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

The thing he was most worried about happened.

He, who has fought with the madman Li many times, clearly knows what it means to relax at this time. In the past, even at Old Trafford, the devil's home court, the madman Li has made a shocking reversal, not to mention that he is now in his own territory.

This 15 minutes is quite subtle for Manchester United.

It's not an exaggeration to say that one step in heaven, one step in hell, and one step at a time.

Ferguson can't hit the optimistic mentality that the players have finally formed with a cold face. After all, morale must not be vented, otherwise it will lose the root of victory... However, Ferguson had to pour some cold water to remind the players to correct their arrogant mentality and put down the half-game counterattack of Inter Milan, which is difficult. The point is that Ferguson must find a suitable degree, which not only makes the Red Devil Warriors feel that their wonderful performance in the first half has been recognized by the boss, but also makes them realize that it is not difficult for the madman Li to let his team score three goals in a row in 45 minutes.

Cough cough--!

A cough calmed down the playful dressing room. Ferguson turned on his 'hair dryer': "Well, 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 put a strange smile on his face that made the hammers a little incomprehensible, and said, "3:0, incredible number. If I hadn't got a little results after the winter break, I guess I would have been smashed to death by the fans in front of the command seat with coins and mobile phones. Should I thank you?"

The hammers lowered their heads and all of them were silent.

They were ashamed of their performance in the first half.

This should have been a stage to pick up glory, but I have to admit that they failed.

After Manchester United's consecutive goals, they were scared. After the winter break, the team's record was too smooth, which made them rush to the sky like a balloon, while Manchester United's goal was like a spike, mercilessly poking a hole in the balloon, with a thorn, and they fell sharply in an instant. Panicked, she behaved like a pure little virgin who saw a mouse. She was in a hurry and screamed.

For such a performance, if they are scolded by the boss, they will feel more comfortable.

But--"Well, maybe I'm too demanding of you... Well, in the second half, as long as you keep your goal and don't lose the ball, the task will be completed over there. How about that? This requirement is not high, is it?

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

He didn't analyze the reason for losing the ball, didn't tell the hammers how to play in the second half of the game, and didn't make any substitution adjustments... "... The game started again!"

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

"... Inter Milan, which can be called a disaster performance in the first half of the game, has not been adjusted. We can't infer what kind of tactical adjustment the madman Li has made from the changes in the player list!"

"... Instead, Manchester United replaced the player, and Ferguson replaced the Portuguese winger Nani with Brazilian young player Anderson... What is this tactical intention? Nani performed well in the first half. I don't know why Ferguson replaced him?

On the sidelines.

Li Tongfan soon noticed the substitution of Manchester United.

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

Li Tongfan thought for a moment and understood Ferguson's idea - Portugal's small Nani attack is a good player. The speed is fast, and the breakthrough is also sharp, but it is a little rough in defense, and the playing style is too unique. Such a player can often make a big difference when playing downwind. Cai, but when encountering the dilemma of short soldiers, it is often difficult to bring help to the team, and the style of being alone is also easy for the team to be seized by the opponent.

Anders Anderson, the little chubby in Brazil, is completely the opposite.

Originally, when he was in Porto, Anderson's position was the front waist, full of kicking, good passing and shooting, and strong impact. However, after the transfer to Old Trafford, Anderson was transformed into a back by Ferguson. The style of the Premier League made this young player full of spiritual surnames With the development of the middle bulldozer, the playing style has become pragmatic, the attitude is diligent, and the hand is positive. With a pout of the fat buttocks, it can easily hit the opponent, protect the football, and occasionally pass the ball accurately like a few scalpels.

Anderson replaced Nani.

A replacement that can not only enhance the hardness of the midfield without weakening the team's offensive strength.

The replacement of a generation of godfathers is indeed a wonderful pen.

Seeing the opponent's intention clearly, Li Tongfan turned his eyes to the Inter Milan players on the field. The game was going on fiercely. Coutinho turned around. Before the football passed out, Anderson knocked his Brazilian compatriots to the ground mercilessly in a fierce collision. [Blue and Black Legion] won a A free kick... "I hope these hammers can understand what I mean as soon as possible..."

...The 5th minute after the start of the second half.

Evra put down Gareth Bell, the little king of Wales, who was running with the ball. The referee whistle sounded, and Inter Milan got a set-piece opportunity 37 meters to the left of the front court.

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

"... [Nerazzurri] There are many direct free-kick masters in the team. Let's see if we can turn this opportunity into a goal."

"If you can get a goal back at this time, the hope of reversal will be a little more!"

"I'm so nervous that I can't breathe!"

On the field.

The two sides lined up on the court. Van der Sar commanded Manchester United's players to clear the wall. Inter Milan's header players also stood one by one in the Red Devils' penalty area. In front of the football were Gareth Bale, Coutinho and Gigi... On the stands.

Inter Milan fans stopped cheering and booing, holding their breath and looking forward to the miracle. The camera swept over. A little girl in a blue and black robe was like a little princess in a fairy tale. She lowered her long eyelashes flashed, and her pink hands were praying for something. Cute entangled model. Well, it's really heartbreaking... Force--!!

German referee Sadek blew the whistle.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole world seem to be focused on the small football.

Gareth Bale and Coutinho both fell down in an instant... This is a precursor to preparing for a free throw... "I can't get in! Can't get in! Kick it away!! Kick away..."

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

Gigi didn't seem to be ready to serve. He slowly walked towards the middle of the penalty area. Seeing this scene, Ferguson's eyes on the side of the court jumped. He wanted to shout something to remind him. Unfortunately, a person's figure could not attract the attention of the players on the field in the noise made by Manchester United fans.

Coutinho runs away.

It's getting closer and closer to football.

Van der Sar looked at the young Brazilian general and quickly made a judgment in his heart: "It's not him, it's too far away..."

Coutinho's free kick takes a feminine path, focusing on the arc and angle. The strength and speed are not long. The lethality is the most amazing at about 25-30 meters, but no matter how far the distance is, it is a sudden surname. Even if the angle is tricky, it will be followed by the goalkeeper. After taking it off, 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 free thrower should be Gareth Bell, the little king of Wales, known for his strong arc free kick.

Other Manchester United players think so.

Sure enough, Coutinho ran to the football and did not shoot, but quickly hid aside. Behind him, Gareth Bell flashed like a ghost and shot... "Coming..."

Red Devil's god Van der Sar instantly judged the route of the football flight and was ready to fly sideways.

But - not a shot.

Instead, push it gently.

The football pushed near the arc of the penalty area.

Gigi has gone at this time, and there is no one to defend him.

At this time, the Inter Milan player who was ambushed in Manchester United's penalty area suddenly scored one point on both sides. At this moment, the defender subconsciously followed his defensive object out. The Red Devils' middle defense was opened in an instant... Jiji could shoot directly.

The empty door is open.

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

The Brazilian fat man risked his life to put a shovel.

"Fortunately, Nicholas Gigi is not good at long-range shots. Maybe this ball..." Just after such an idea, Ferguson suddenly opened his eyes wide - on the court.

Gigi didn't shoot.

He stopped the ball with his left foot, like a light elf dancing, easily dodging Anderson's tackle, and Shunzhi stuffed the football into the big mouth of Manchester United's middle road... The blue and black figure flashed again in the penalty area.

Manchester United players have been confused by a series of extraordinary changes in their opponents. At this time, [Chile C-Ro] Sanz was like the deadly knife that had been hidden in the dark, and finally showed a blood-red edge. He stopped the ball and shot near the penalty point.

The knife starts.

Blood splash.

The football is close to the lawn, a straight arrow-like trajectory, shooting through the goal guarded by Van der Sar, and hitting the white king of the ball with a shocking bulge... "... Coutinho... Gareth Bell... Gigi... Sanchez..."

Italian commentator Lolosta kept shouting the names of every Inter Milan player with the change of the ball holder in a rapid tone. Until the end, his voice climbed to an incredible height: "THIS-IS-A-GREAT-GOAL! !! WHAT——A——GREAT——GAOL!!! GOAL! GOAL!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL——!!!"

The other commentators around them are also crazy - "One...two...three...four...four...a total of four-legged passes, playing with the defensive line of Manchester United's heavy defense between the applause... Incredible free kick cooperation... It's so beautiful!! Perfect--!! It's simply a beautiful work of art!!"

"Inter Milan has restored their real level, and the goal has become so simple!"

"...It broke out!! It finally broke out!! I saw the signs of [Blue and Black Storm] sweeping up. One is not enough. We still need more goals!"

The Inter Milan camp, which had been silent for a long time, boiled like a collapse.

The people in the Nella group roared and opened their mouths as if they were flames, roasting the Meazza Stadium. The momentum burst out in an instant was like the outbreak of mountain torrents and mudslides caused by the storm on a rainy night in summer, urging everything!

This goal is too important for Inter Milan.

"This will be a turning point in the game... Manchester United's lead has been reduced to two goals, and two goals are not difficult for the Blues and Blacks, who have the top five major leagues in the second half of the season!"

(to be continued)