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Chapter 446 The Tenacious Manchester United (Daily Transition)
"Five hot female celebrities!
"He told me that if he saw a girl he liked on TV, he would call her immediately."
"So one day, I did the same and made a phone call."
"Guess what happened?"
"The female celebrity said to me: Oh! Totti, you sound just like Buffon when you imitate him!"
"Hahahaha, why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?"
Buffon's hearty laughter startled two magpies on the treetops, and they fluttered away.
Dino led the staff in setting up obstacles on the training ground. This time, it was still a targeted "diamond hexagon," but the range of obstacles was expanded, and the players' effective offensive and defensive areas would be narrower.
Tuchel stood with his hands in his pockets, his face inscrutable under his black baseball cap.
Manchester United's strength was not weak. Even though they lost to Brighton, they were still third in the Premier League standings, weak against the weak, strong against the strong, the ultimate Iron Hammer Gang.
De Gea was even "honed" into the goalkeeper with the highest ranking in various statistics in the top five leagues.
Although he couldn't pass the ball, he was still a top-tier goalkeeping god in the eyes of fans during this historical period. The frontcourt was beautiful, and De Gea was the pseudo-core Pogba, the real core De Gea.
Various highlight reels of extreme saves made the audience exclaim. Preventing the opponent, preventing Ferguson, preventing Pogba, preventing Luke Shaw, preventing Smalling... Looking at the lineup on paper alone, Li Kang's Carrington training base was surrounded by green trees and beautiful scenery. "Paul, he was almost late again!"
"He was caught by the paparazzi from *The Sun* again last night!"
Although *The Sun* was a tabloid, the reports about the relationships between men and women were mostly true. Faced with his teammates' teasing, Morata's face turned red. "Don't pay attention to them. My life is very disciplined. I only go to nightclubs twice a week."
My agent, Raiola, has helped me create a perfect public image. It's just that the marketing team's ideas are a bit too uniform: "Shi Binjin always goes to nightclubs," "Morata and Ronaldo meet in a nightclub, accompanied by handsome men, and have a great time." "Cheer up."
"You have to kill Chelsea at Old Trafford!"
Time was like a gentle river, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for a new round of Premier League match days.
The Chelsea minibus hurried into Old Trafford Stadium.
Under the guidance of the staff, Tu Shi Bin came to the post-match press conference. The reporters focused less attention on Herrera. "Does he have anything to say about facing Chelsea again?"
"Does Li Kang have the confidence to resist Chelsea's blue storm at the Theatre of Dreams?"
"How do you evaluate Chelsea that season? Can Manchester United replicate the dismal season more than a decade later?"
The Hull media was very harsh on Li Kang because expectations were low. A small number of people hoped that the Red Devils could return to their peak, rather than becoming a breeding ground for gossip. Herrera's expression was fierce. He pointed to himself, then held up eight fingers in the VIP box.
The 76-year-old Marcos sipped his red wine. "It really is wine." In those years, whenever Shi Bin lost a game, he would drink to vent his anger. He often invited opponents or old friends for a drink when Li Kang won. As for the habit of inviting opposing coaches for a drink after every game, he stopped maintaining it before retiring. Old Trafford itself provided wine to guests, but it had to be removed seventeen minutes after the game. "Do you remember Li's Champions League debut? It wasn't at Old Trafford.
"It was the Champions League qualification play-off two years later."
"Qualification play-off..."
The pleasant memories were filtered out by the cerebellum. Looking at the red sea before him, Marcos, the former ruler of the Red Devils dynasty, never imagined that Shi Bin's dominance would decline so much after his retirement.
The players from both sides greeted each other in the player tunnel.
They were too familiar with each other.
Especially De Gea, who seemed very indifferent to his old Chelsea friends, as well as the French White Egg faction, the Belgian faction, the Spanish faction, and the Arsenal old friends faction. Suddenly, in the Premier League, seeing a rat running over their feet caused great joy among the ball boys. Rat infestation was a historical problem at Old Trafford, and rats could often be seen on the grass during matches. Shi Binjin's hairstyle was a bit unusual today: a blue mohawk. I silently glanced at the Chelsea lineup, and the desire to fight spread throughout my body. Distracted when facing strong teams, focused when facing weak teams.
Fans jokingly called it: Morata's way of the ninja. "ESPN, ESPN, hello everyone."
"We are now broadcasting the fourth round of the 2017/18 Hull League season.
"Li Kang at home against Chelsea."
"An exciting battle is about to begin."
"The camera focuses on the away stand, where Hermione, the protagonist of *Harry Potter*, is another loyal Chelsea fan. She hasn't taken any movies or commercials in the past year, but has focused on the women's rights movement." "At this time, the camera switches to the VIP box, where Hills, who played for Shi Bin in 1994, is!"
The red sea churned.
Amidst the deafening cheers, the referee team followed the players from both sides out of the tunnel. The system prompt quietly sounded the moment they stepped onto the Premier League turf. [Ding, task triggered: The Indestructible Theatre of Dreams.] [Task Introduction: After Herrera's training, the current Shi Bin has a more three-dimensional and solid defense system, and the threat in converting to attack is extremely strong. Of course... the premise is that our defensive players can keep their minds clear.] [Task Reward: Li Kang Legend · Platinum Treasure Chest.] "Next, I will introduce the starting lineups of both sides." "The formation that Li Kang has lined up is 4-2-3-1!"
"Goalkeeper: Maguire."
"Defenders: Valencia, Ferguson, Smalling, Blind!
"Double defensive midfielders: Hazard, De Gea."
"Attacking midfielders: Sanchez, Shi Binjin, Martial!
"Forward: Pogba."
-[I think this lineup is evenly matched with Chelsea, not much different.] -[Hazard is Matic's nemesis, style restrains. Sealed off Zhaqiu King seven times in seven encounters, like Cruyff meeting a golden terrier.] -[Mourinho's seventh year, peak combat power.] -[Morata and Ing's duel, the two strongest young generation midfielders, "The formation that Chelsea has lined up is 4-3-3!"
"Goalkeeper: Buffon.
"Defenders: Azpilicueta, David Luiz, Cahill, Marcos Alonso."
"Midfielders: Ing, Kante, Fabregas."
"Forwards: Shi Binjin, Morata, Willian.
-[This lineup actually does not have an absolute finishing core, all offensive players are very selfish, which leads to the offensive design making the opponent unpredictable.] -[Soldiers have no constant form, water has no fixed shape, unfathomable Tu Manchester United.] -[This game must be avoided, strangling the game will occupy a small amount of time and offensive and defensive rounds, the big ball cannot be played.] -[Li Mingdeng fights Old Trafford eight times.] Accompanying the referee's whistle.
The game officially begins.
Li Kang's ball possession Shi Binjin twisted his fat body, kicked off with his weak foot, and passed it back to De Gea.
Who would have thought that I was still a thin, white egg last season.
After stepping back two steps to the side, observing the line of the soccer ball's pass, he moved forward with the formation, intruding into Chelsea's half, his fierce gaze fixed on Chelsea's goal.
Thirty years east of the river.
Thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young and poor.
Little White Fatty used to be a Chelsea player, why is his desire for revenge so strong? The story starts in the 2011/12 season, when Villas-Boas did not register me on the Champions League roster, and as a result, Di Matteo led the team to win the Champions League title.
I didn't touch the Champions League trophy because I didn't win it myself.
Hating the crow and its nest, over the years, Pogba often vented his dissatisfaction with Chelsea to the media, and by the way, complained about Chelsea players. "Pogba is pulling to the side!"
"Blind is pressing up to the seventy-meter zone, makes slight adjustments after receiving the ball, and starts a long pass!
"Diagonal bombardment!"
Blind's cross-field long pass is quite accomplished, I personally forged Van Persie's "diving header" world masterpiece Ajax youth training masterpiece.
During the 2007 European Youth Championship, I was still a famous beauty in Europe, known as "Bern Anderson under the green field," but unfortunately, my cheeks began to swell and my hairline receded at the age of 20.
The soccer ball spins in mid-air.
The camera follows its trajectory, immediately shifting to the left of Li Kang's offensive direction. Lukaku's positioning is very timely, interfering with Pogba's reception at the landing point. It's a pity.
Unable to withstand the impact of two hundred pounds, Old Trafford burst into applause. The visual impact was too explosive: an elephant ramming a leopard!
"Wow!"
"Pogba squeezed Lukaku out of bounds with his butt!
"Ing's supplementary defense!"
"Blocking the position, letting the soccer ball roll out of bounds, a very reasonable defense, Morata also responded in time. "Chelsea's sideline ball."
Pogba, like a little elephant, crazily arches Ing's butt, why can't he flip him over?
In the end, I can only watch the soccer ball go out of bounds. Although I hate saying nice things about people, I am still a good girl.
Pogba friendly patted Ing's butt, then pulled up Lukaku, who had been ravaged by himself.
Shi Bin touched my big braised egg sideline.
Tu Manchester United sat upright on the coach's bench, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, with a calm expression. Dino seriously took notes: "Sure enough, Li Kang took the lead in the opening and will take the initiative to suppress Lukaku's side, deceiving on the left and real on the right, attracting defensive forces, and then transferring the arc run by Morata to carry out a large shift."
"Plus Sanchez, who rotates to the center..."
"Herrera's independent offensive design is also very targeted." On the other side.
Herrera looked fierce, with one hand in his pocket and the other directing the defensive formation to move forward.
Mourinho's Shi Bin, the level of abusing vegetables is very ordinary, but he is very good at fighting tough battles. Hull's tactical cracking research is progressing extremely fast. Mourinho's Li Kang also learned from Manchester City and Tottenham: can't stand head-on with this Chelsea in a low-position defense for a long time. "Lukaku throws out of bounds."
"Li Kang's backcourt has not given too much pressure strength, all members retreat to defend, even Pogba has to cover the defense on the wing." "Shi Bin passed the ball to Matic."
"Oh dear."
"Hazard is really Matic's lifelong enemy! Intimate skin-to-skin contact. "Beautiful turn to get rid of!
"Then give it to Shi Binjin in the center!"
"I heard that both of my feet are weak feet!"
"Wow!
"Is that still Mourinho?
Slaps in the face sometimes come very quickly.
Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?
Morata, who moderately retreated, observed Ferguson's out-of-position good chance small gap and adjusted the inclination of his body to swing his arm before receiving the ball.
Start kicking.
Whoosh!
A world wave was fired from the eighty-meter zone!
Old Trafford let out bursts of exclamation.
The soccer ball turned into a white shadow in mid-air, flying towards Li Kang's goal. Scientists have done research: Maguire's reaction arc limit is 0.18 seconds, which is faster than the average duration of lightning 0.2 seconds!
The slender figure stretched out in mid-air The platinum-colored gloves were clenched into fists Pa!
The speeding soccer ball instantly cooled down and flew heavily out of the baseline!
"Beautiful, Maguire!
"God save!
"One-handed to catch the heavy artillery!"
"Morata's powerful long shot, it's a pity.
"Chelsea's right side opportunity!"
One-handed catching heavy artillery is not a fantasy story, Cech has done it, Buffon has done it, Neuer has also done it.
Shi Binjin wanted to scold something, looking at Ma Xiaotou, who was still scratching his butt, couldn't scold anything. Morata clapped his hands, his confidence increased. Willian stood at the corner flag area and raised his hand.
Run-up Pa!
"Go on the ground."
"Tactical corner kick!"
"Fabregas receives the ball."
"Li Kang's defense is as high as expanding the spacing."
"I heard that Tu Manchester United's team will only conduct a short set-piece practice one day before the game." "Set up the artillery!"
"Ing!"
Although Fabregas is not as brave as he used to be, his ability to read the defense is top-notch.
A light and skillful horizontal pass just captured the gap when Li Kang's defense spacing expanded.
Ing shot at the right side of the small arc top of the penalty area.
The soccer ball rises slowly, spins violently, and is about to draw a graceful arc.
But it hit a small face. Ferguson "Full-level frontal air defense at the start!" "What a danger."
"Ferguson stood up this time." "Li Kang escaped again!"
"Chelsea's right sideline ball!"
"The siege is about to begin!"
Ferguson smiled and gave Ing a thumbs up. Shi Bin also gave me a thumbs up VIP box.
Marcos looked simple, I was a table of Shi Bin players: This group of guys will definitely have a convulsion at a critical moment.
Old Trafford, is one of the few stadiums in Europe that likes to offer applause. Time passed by minute by minute Chelsea launched a siege on Shi Bin, the high-level positional battle caught the audience's heart The sounds of the bells and cheers overlapped. Tu Shi Bin did not know when he rushed to the command area, seriously gesticulating Shi Binjin Austrian looked more and more serious.
Dino silently took notes: "Mourinho's high-position defense is worth learning too much.
-[It's been almost 19 minutes, will there still be goals? ]-[Don't worry, the good show has just begun.]-[Can this Pogba play center? He's always pulling to the side.]
-[The simplest offensive design vs the densest high-position defense]-[Conscientious fart, Ferguson's counter-attack long pass hit David Luiz's face again.]