Chapter 135 The Silent Red Army

Mourinho stood on the sidelines, looking at Lin Mo for the first time in his eyes.

At this moment, it doesn’t matter whether the ball will be scored or not.

Lin Mo can no longer be called his "disciple".

Mourinho feels that he cannot teach such a player.

Because of his emotions, Lin Mo was also mobilized.

Looking at the football gradually flying from the corner flag area, it seemed to fly back with his hope.

At this time, Mourinho's heart was already halfway lifted.

The tactics are correct!

Maguire retreated slowly, pushed away Balogun and headed the ball to the goal.

Under the tug of Duffy and Montoya, Lukaku just stretched his foot and did not reach the football.

Lin Mo and Borja, who was defending him, grabbed each other's clothes and enjoyed each other's efforts, but they also failed to grab the second point.

Just as the football was about to be saved by a Brighton player, a golden light shot out from the crowd.

With golden hair and a resolute face, he flew to the top with determination like a mad dog.

"Whoa!"

The football was pushed into the net by him, but the sneakers grazed his forehead.

A flash of bright red flew on the court, but the joy of scoring did not appear on anyone's face.

Lingard, who was just about to celebrate, just stood on tiptoe and then suppressed his smile.

Terrible silence, terrifying tacit understanding.

Matic walked into the goal in a few steps, picked up the football in the eyes of the Brighton players, and ran slowly towards the center circle.

Lin Mo and Lukaku helped McTominay, whose forehead began to bleed, and called the team doctor to cover his wound.

11 people on the field

No one celebrated!

The Red Devils in the stands were singing endlessly!

This made several people on the bench look embarrassed. In comparison, they looked like newly joined rookies.

And the old people on the field are giving them lessons!

Everyone in the major studios was so shocked that they could not speak. Only a few commentators whispered softly:

"They are back, they are all back! It's terrible!"

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"Is this the Busby boy more terrifying than Class 92?"

After a long while, each commentator spoke:

"Well, Manchester United got a goal back. , now the score on the field has reached 3 to 1..."

But facing the wheat standing on the sidelines bandaging the wound, and the Manchester United players who had already stood quietly in their own half, waiting for the game to start. , none of these commentators who are usually capable of ridiculing, joking, and criticizing almost anything do not know how to speak.

The Bratton fans at the scene just kept listening to the loud Manchester United team anthem, while looking at the bags on the sidelines.After a few laps, McTominay rushed onto the pitch as if nothing was wrong.

"What kind of team is this? Why are they two different teams in the first and second halves?"

"Look, the gauze on this guy's head is slightly pink. It's "Bleeding?"

"No one came up to comfort me. What do they mean by nodding their heads? Are they too cold-blooded?"

One after another was confused, and All of them were speechless.

Facing Manchester United like this, Dalot and Kanter were even more excited.

"Damn, we're in the right place!"

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The game restarted, and as soon as Brighton kicked off, the red wave swept over again.

Brighton's players had a sense of powerlessness: "Fuck, I knew it, I knew it!"

No matter how they conducted it, within 10 seconds, the man-to-man scene in the frontcourt was staged again.

A feeling of suffocation came through the screen and into everyone's heart.

Yes, in the eyes of the fans, Manchester United's madman-like frontcourt pressure is simply suffocating.

After several passive passes, the football was passed to Montoya.

This time, Lin Mo was extremely fast and flew directly to the edge of the penalty area. The moment Montoya came into contact with the football, the two almost collided.

The referee did not call a foul, but the football slowly rolled towards the corner flag after decelerating.

Lin Mo and Montoya got up and chased the football at the same time. Since Montoya was in front, Lin Mo's idea of ​​overtaking him was naturally captured by his opponent.

Almost like an old hen protecting her cubs, Montoya stopped Lin Mo’s eagle and let the football roll out of the sideline.

Lin Mo was already using his hands and feet, trying to gain a position, but the opponent's foot was very stable.

Even the full-backs of Premier League relegation teams are definitely not weak in physical confrontation.

Seeing that the football was about to go out of bounds, Lin Mo was so anxious that he directly bypassed Montoya and went around the left side to intercept.

But no matter how fast Lin Mo was, the distance was too close.

When he tiptoed the ball back, the linesman had already signaled that the ball belonged to Brighton.

Lin Mo raised his head and said, "Damn, it was just close."

Then he punched the billboard directly.

"Boom!"

The whole place was silent, and even the singing of the Red Devils stopped.

After a burst of flashes of electric light, the electronic billboard "fluttered" a few times and a faint black smoke came out...it was time to stop cooking.

At this time, not only the fans on the sidelines leaned back on their chairs and looked at Lin Mo warily.

JustEven Xiaomai twitched the corners of his mouth and touched his forehead unconsciously.

It seems that it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.

As for our client, the veins on his temples were about to burst, but his face did not change at all when facing the camera.

But Lin Mo’s back molars were now slightly sore from being bitten.

Looking at Lin Mo walking past him without changing his expression, Montoya swallowed unconsciously.

When the game restarted and the football came to the other side, Lin Mo pretended that his shoelaces had come loose and squatted down to take a breath.

The skin was broken and some blood seeped out of the fist.

"Pretended..."

As Manchester United's morale continues to increase, Brighton has less and less space.

The 59th minute of the game.

Kanter's sudden advance suddenly blocked the ball from behind Stephens.

Almost instantly, Manchester United players left their "partners" who had been with them for more than ten minutes and rushed towards the opponent's penalty area.

Kanter sent the ball diagonally to the ribs of the left wing penalty area, but the ball was too fast and went straight to the baseline.

And that figure finally got rid of the "old hen" this time and rushed towards the football.

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