At this moment, Lin Mo could feel the trembling and uneasiness in Old Trafford.
He knelt down and placed one hand gently on the lawn.
The swaying grass seemed like a child waiting to be comforted. It calmed down as soon as it touched Lin Mo's palm.
Lin Mo looked up to the sidelines again. The young fan, whose eyes were red from crying, buried his head in his father's arms. Everything that happened on the court made him extremely sad.
Those young fans with their hands covering their cheeks and helpless eyes, look at me and I look at you, all trying to find even a little bit of hope in each other's eyes.
A little further away, the older fans pursed their lips and frowned.
They obviously had thousands of things to say, but they still endured it when they looked at the desperate fans around them.
Near the north stand, a white-haired old man quickly attracted everyone's attention.
"wtF!"
"You guys, what are you afraid of? I want to ask you, what are you afraid of?" The old man stood up slowly and waved his hand. The scarf in his mouth was filled with spittle and stars flying from his mouth.
A group of Manchester United fans who called themselves die-hard fans turned their heads in shame and did not dare to look at him.
"Haha, look at your cowards, I thought Manchester United was going to collapse!" The old man put his hands on his hips, pointed at the fans around him and continued to curse: "Cowards! You are just cowards!"
"What? What happened to being two goals behind? What happened to the players who were sold and turned into mortal enemies?"
"That bastard Denis Law kicked Manchester United back to the second division. Level! When I was only 32 years old, I took a group of people to his house and scolded him for several days. What happened?” As he talked about those years, his face suddenly became stern:
"When I was still young during the Munich air crash, I cried even more ugly than you. My damn dad told me: Don't cry, tears, then It's reserved for the champion!"
The more everyone listened, the more ashamed they became. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly shouted: "You all should sing along with me: Glory Glory man United!"
Bai The old man's slightly stooped body began to straighten up, and he sang with a hoarse voice.
“Glory Glory man United”
“Glory Glory man United”
“Glory Glory man United”
“And the reds go marching"
"on on on"
Lin Mo saw that singing slowly sounded from the north stand. At first there were only a few dozen people, and then slowly turned into hundreds. SeveralThousands of people, tens of thousands of people!
At this time, not only the players on the field, but even Mourinho opened and closed unconsciously.
Lin Mo even ran towards the goal, picked up the football and patted De Gea on the shoulder.
Every time he passed a teammate, he would pat him on the shoulder.
And with Lin Mo's pat on the shoulder, the teammates who were holding back a burst of anger seemed to wake up.
They followed Lin Mo, just like...like they were following the captain.
The 18-year-old boy led everyone to the center circle in the glorious Manchester United anthem.
In Ferguson’s dazed eyes, he seemed to see the man he once was.
"This kid has something!"
"That's right, we're only two goals behind. What's the big deal."
"Hey, let them see Miracle at Old Trafford!"
Seeing this scene, all the big guys chose a comfortable position to lean back and chatted with the rare guys around them.
Charlton's slightly narrowed eyes had some light: "Is this the kid you told me about?"
Ferguson nodded slightly: "Well, talent is not necessarily comparable. Mbappe Neymar is taller, but he does have a big heart."
"Haha, when are you going to let them meet?"
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"Don't worry, this kid is only 18 years old. Manchester United needs to put some thought into keeping him."
"Indeed, maybe he will appear at the Bernabeu at the age of 23." Dun's voice was calm, and it was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or ridicule.
"Ahem!" Ferguson coughed twice while looking at the game that had already started on the field: "At that time, Manchester United was competing for championships everywhere."
"Yeah." Charl Dun nodded slightly, not sure whether he recognized Ferguson's words or the counterattack launched by Manchester United on the field, but he continued: "But times have changed, and Manchester United has no next Class of 92, Paris Saint-Germain? I remember correctly. If so, it won its first league championship after I retired?"
Ferguson didn't look good, he guessed what Charlton was going to say.
"Sometimes, you have to admit that Real Madrid has been very successful in this, Bayern is the same, and Paris Saint-Germain is the same in front of us."
"Next time the board of directors, Let me remind you, suspend the dividend expenditure and increase the investment in transfers. José has done a good job in controlling personnel expenses this time."
Seeing that Sir Charlton seemed to have made a decision, Ferguson had no choice but to do so. nod.
At this time, the stadium instantly burst into cheers.
It turned out that Manchester United played an exquisite cooperation. Ashley Young, who penetrated forward, sent a through ball to help Rashford gain space on the right.
After attracting the defense, Rashford knocked his heel, and Ashley Young behind him made a pass.
The little Kanter grabbed the first spot in the crowd, and he passed the ball to Martial.
The latter knocked the ball away under the interference of his sister-in-law.
But in any case, this is Manchester United's offensive breakthrough.
With the change of Mourinho's gestures on the sidelines, Manchester United began to change their formation.
"Lin, tactic No. 3!"
Valencia came up and patted Lin Mo on the shoulder.
Tactics No. 3
Lin Mo kept his feet on his feet and passed Maguire's pass to Valencia with his back.
Marquinhos does not have an advantage in height, he just keeps Lin Mo from turning around.
But the next second, Valencia rushed past him like a whirlwind.
? !
Almost at the same time, Lin Mo changed his steps and completed an inside cut without the ball.
Two red figures suddenly ran out of a cross at 90 degrees in front of Marquinhos.
【God's Imprisonment】
This is the name given to Linmo and Valencia by the second midfielder Lukaku.
Indeed, just like the name given by Lukaku, Marquinhos was stunned for a full second.
Tuchel on the sidelines was about to bite off his back molars.
Alves must have followed up with Valencia immediately, but at this moment, Valencia kicked the ball horizontally and the football fell at the feet of Lin Mo.
Due to the support of Verratti and Marquinhos, Paris' seemingly solid defense line suddenly opened up.
Mata, Lin Mo and Herrera suddenly appeared in front of my sister-in-law.
"Stop him!"
The sister-in-law immediately pointed at Lin Mo, and Correll rushed forward upon seeing this.
What offensive players like best is this kind of attack and defense in sports. Lin Mo bicycles with his right foot and sinks his right shoulder.
In the eyes of his sister-in-law, Corell's figure has overlapped with Lin Mo's.
"It's going to happen!"
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