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Chapter 847 The Stage

Chapter 847 The Stage

Even if they didn't like the French midfielder, the home fans in the stands at Old Trafford still applauded.

Because Pogba's performance was indeed very good, he used a Marseille round to throw Thomas Müller away.

Then facing Rojo's pressing, Pogba first turned around to protect the ball, then stepped on the ball with the soles of his feet, picked the ball with his toes, and picked the ball behind him twice in a row, and then calmly bypassed Rojo.

Pogba, who was turning around, was very proud, but at the same time, he was very clear that Rojo was forcing up, and there must be a considerable gap in Manchester United's defense... So, next!

Then... Fletcher suddenly appeared in front of Pogba.

"boom!"

It was a collision that wasn't intense but made Pogba very angry... the damn Scot ruined a great show!

But if Pogba turns his head to look a little bit, there won't be so many thoughts in his mind... Coleman, who is in the position, has already waded the ball along the wing at high speed, and Marcelo has assisted to 30 meters Coleman was left far behind in the area.

The applause in the stands immediately turned into shouts, and bright red flags were flying.

"Bringing too much... Stealing... Coleman!"

Zhan Jun roared: "Now is Manchester United's counterattack...a good opportunity!"

Coleman didn't pass the ball at the first time, but after driving nearly 15 meters all the way, he sent a cross when he saw Casemiro defending him.

"3 against 3! 3 against 3!" Zhang Lu said nervously: "There is a chance!"

"Sun Wu... Varane rushed over!"

This is a hard-won opportunity, and it should be a must-kill opportunity... Sun Wu narrowed his eyes slightly... Coleman's pass was a bit late, so he had to slow down, which also gave Varane Opportunity to pounce on the ball.

Sun Wu's eyes turned to Thomas Muller, and Erwa, who was humiliated by Pogba's Marseille maneuver, had already inserted in the right rib at high speed.

"Best... oh oh, leaky ball!"

"Griezmann...slanted push...Best is brought down!"

"Thomas Müller... crossed!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKOOOOOOOAL!"

"Klose! Klose opened the scoring for Manchester United!"

"Pochettino did not choose the wrong man!"

Modric, desperately returning to the defense at high speed, stood on the line of the penalty area with his hips akimbo in disappointment. After watching Klose kneel down in celebration, he stretched out three fingers.

Griezmann, Thomas Müller and Coleman all rushed forward one after another. Pochettino ran all the way excitedly, while Sun Wu tried to push Varane away from him. With a flick of his hand, he hit Sun Wu in the corner of the eye.

Well, it's been a long time since I've acted!

Coutinho, Cavani, and Aguero all played guest bodyguards this season... Sun Wu needs to thank Varane for setting the stage.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Sun Wu, who was still sitting on the lawn just now, let out a miserable scream, covered his face and rolled over on the ground.

Fletcher and Schneiderlin, who were passing by to celebrate, rushed over immediately, and Varane shrugged aggrievedly to indicate that he had done nothing.

At this time, the live broadcaster was still replaying the goal just now.

"We mentioned at the beginning of the first half that Manchester United's attackers in the frontcourt pass and run too tacitly." Zhan Jun said excitedly: "Looking at the replay... After Pogba conceded the ball, Coleman went forward With a cross in the middle, Sun Wu chose to miss the ball, and Griezmann behind him should want to play a two-for-one.

But Varane didn't let him go, and pulled Sun Wu down who was trying to go around to catch the ball, but Muller, who was inserted into the right rib, received the ball and waded into the penalty area to cross. Klose didn't waste this opportunity this time, and went around Pushed and scored before Ramos. "

"Very precise, very tacit coordination of passing and running, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. Of course, the most important thing is that Sun Wu's leaked ball made Varane jump into the air..." Zhang Lu suddenly stopped talking in the middle, because the screen It was a mess, players from both sides were pushing and shoving each other, and the sharp whistle kept ringing.

"Get up, Best!" Ronaldo kept shouting outside the crowd, stopped by his only familiar old teammate, Fletcher, "Get up, Best! Fuck again!"

"Shut up!" Thomas Muller directly pushed Ronaldo away... Uh, the second baby is upset to see Ronaldo. Just a month ago, Ronaldo received the Golden Globe... Everyone Everyone thinks that Ronaldo snatched it from Muller abruptly based on his fame.

Another Modric who is very familiar with Sun Wu is a little helpless, this scene is so familiar...

The relationship between Marcelo and Sun Wu is quite good, but at this time it is almost tearing apart, jumping to the referee to complain about Sun Wu's poor acting skills.

The one with the most angry expression was undoubtedly Pogba, who gritted his teeth and squeezed into the crowd, spraying furiously at Sun Wu who was still lying on the ground.

"Hoho...hahaha..." McMulahman couldn't help laughing wildly, "Real Madrid is too careless, "Marca" has reported that Best led Rakitic badly!"

"Yeah, it's said that Rakitic's diving in the national derby was taught by Best." Mortensen scratched his chin, "Best found an opportunity this time... Let's see what the referee makes."

The referee of this game is the famous whistler Zweier from Germany, who is very, very familiar with Sun Wu.

In fact, the German referee circle has a consistent evaluation of Sun Wu's acting skills. This Chinese often uses dirty tricks, but he never takes the initiative to flop, and often rolls on the ground for no reason.

Zweier first questioned the two line referees, then ran to the fourth official, and even called the bottom-line referee who was relatively close to him.

"Di Di!"

Zweier dispersed the rioting players, first gave Varane a yellow card, then gave a yellow card to Thomas Müller for the hands-on, and a yellow card for the foul-mouthed Pogba.

"This... the scale is a bit wide." Zhan Jun commented: "Varane dragged Sun Wu down abruptly. This tactical foul was already enough for the yellow card standard. Varane got up and threw his hand on Sun Wu's face. was not punished."

"Pogba and Muller have one each. This is [-] rebounds each. You must know that this is Manchester United's home court." Zhang Lu said dissatisfiedly: "Is this still the home whistle!?"

When Benzema went to the center circle to kick off, Ronaldo, who was standing near the center line, spat at Sun Wu for a while, until Sun Wu couldn't help but claim to complain to the referee.

After the game restarted, Real Madrid, who were in adversity, tried to equalize the score in the most direct way and gave the ball to Ronaldo.

In just five or six minutes, Ronaldo made three shots, all from long range, two of which hit the target, and one of them forced De Gea to make a save.

"It's a bit messy." Zhan Jun smiled. "Real Madrid's midfield organization is obviously messy. Modric doesn't have many chances to get the ball. Ronaldo doesn't pass the ball. Whenever possible, he kicks. Benzema is okay. , Bale on the other side is already complaining."

"Manchester United's recovery is very deep, and such a simple method is difficult to achieve results." Zhang Lu also smiled, "Let's see, maybe Manchester United can expand their lead."

At this time, the live broadcast camera was aimed at the family stand in the southwest corner of the stadium, where the bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, and various Chinese slogans and banners could be seen everywhere.

Zhan Jun has reason to believe that the Chinese fans who came from afar this time will see another victory and a classic duel.

(End of this chapter)