Mourinho all wanted to jump on the sidelines and scold, but he glanced at Zhou Tiancheng and smiled bitterly and walked towards the coach seat. Ruifaria couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Jose, why don't you shout again? What did Zhou shoot? What a shit, it's not as good as shit, ha ha ha!"

"Rui, are you very happy to make such a joke?" Mourinho clearly felt very bad, and straightened out: "If even Zhou's shooting is like this, it can only explain one problem. We are not enough. Estimating the goalkeeper of Greater Paris, this is my mistake."

Ruifaria was even more surprised, even widening her eyes: "Aha! Ha! Jose, how are you doing now?"

"Do I seem to have any problems? Rui, this is the Champions League, I'm seriously discussing the problem with you!"

"Uh... no, I just think you would hardly do this..."

Mourinho's temper is really few people can be sure, when you think you know him, often his choices are unexpected.

"Because Zhou has always been able to do it. Rui, can you remember that I doubted Cristiano when he was in Real Madrid? Such players can not be questioned. When they all have problems, it must be tactics. something is wrong."

Mourinho at this moment is extremely self-critical, and Ruifaria can only smile: "Well, Jose, then what do you say next, what do we do next?"

Mourinho sat on the bench and said with his legs bent, "Wait."

"Huh?" Faria froze.

"It doesn't have to be adjusted right away, Rui, remember this, if you want to be a head coach..."

Mourinho began to teach his assistant again. In fact, he was still very optimistic about this old man who had been with him for more than ten years. He had already said that Ruifaria could already be a teacher.

But at this time, Faria was not in a mood to listen to him, and turned to look at the court.

Only the facts can prove everything. In any case, Mourinho always thought that he was correct, even if he lost.

"Hey, old man, do you think I'm wrong? Hahahaha, then look, you'll know right away that my judgment can hardly go wrong."

Mourinho had such confidence. Since Zhou Tiancheng took the initiative to mention Ming Tao, the goalkeeper of Paris, he had counted.

Perhaps Ming Tao’s performance is so good that even Zhou Tiancheng would not have thought of it, but few goalkeepers can achieve zero seals even if Casillas can’t do it in the face of intensive bombing. Mourinho has such a profound experience, so he fully gave the decision to the game.

"Mourinho is quiet, what does it mean? Manchester United's repression continues, although the last level in front of the door has been hindered by some, but this is not a problem, it can prevent this Manchester United goalkeeper... …If Ming Tao, the Chinese goalkeeper of Greater Paris, can really do it, if the FIFA Golden Gloves award this season does not belong to him, I will definitely think there is shady. Yes, I will definitely think so!”

The Manchester TV commentary has even said such things. How much determination must be made! Someone said that in those years when Zhou Tiancheng had just appeared in the public eye.

From this perspective, Ming Tao has received the same treatment as Zhou Tiancheng...

Because of the outstanding performance of Ming Tao, the morale of the entire Paris defense line has soared, and the actions of Thiago Silva and Marginhos have been liberalized, really without hesitation, especially against Zhou Tiancheng, two central defenders No matter who rushes up, aiming at the foot within two meters will make a kick. This is almost the maximum action that the referee can tolerate.

Zhou Tiancheng fell to the ground with his legs covered more than once, and it was usually Smolin and Rooney who rushed up at this time.

Smalling is big, who is afraid of fighting? Although Rooney suffers a little from his physique, it's really uncomfortable if he really runs into trouble.

Lu Xiaofan is more than just a piggy face... Although these two words cannot be understood in a derogatory way when used on Rooney, Rooney is definitely not a person who cannot do hard work with others.

To be recognized by Manchester United fans, two things are destined to be indispensable: technical and fierce.

Fight hardest, score the most beautiful ball, and fight the hardest.

What's more, this is still Zhou Tiancheng, Rooney said it can't be tolerated.

Fortunately, Zhou Tiancheng didn't have a big deal, otherwise it wouldn't be possible for Bruch to solve it with two yellow cards.

"Zhou, please take a moment, I'll take this positioning ball." Rooney was still very happy to see Zhou Tiancheng stand up again, but it was still uncomfortable to see Zhou Tiancheng gritted his teeth, so he made his own suggestions.

"Oh, chubby, don't I remember that you have practiced this, and secretly hiding your hand?"

Zhou Tiancheng asked with a smile, and Rooney smiled, without a positive answer.

"Spark off, or I'll come."

Zhou Tiancheng blocked him and stood in front of the ball, and Rooney wouldn't say it~lightnovelpub.net~ To be honest, it really made him stand in front of the ball. Two steps, but the more difficult it is to position the ball closer to the goal, you have to face the wall and shoot the ball directly to the goal, which is a test of the control of the ball.

Only Zhou Tiancheng can do it. When he is standing in front of the ball, there are non-stop pushes in the wall. The defensive players in Paris are very cautious and do not want to give Zhou Tiancheng a slight gap. Ming Tao was almost crouching on the conductor's wall.

Zhou Tiancheng looked at Ming Tao's position. In the middle, he hooked the corner of his mouth, struggling to raise the arc of the ball and kicking.

"Zhou Tiancheng, set the ball out, this ball is too... oh! oh oh oh! The ball is in! The ball is in! Hit the top of the beam directly and bounce in!"

No one would think that even Ming Tao just reached out his hand subconsciously, and he felt that Zhou Tiancheng's foot was out of standard.

And the result is cruel.

From the camera lens behind the goal, the truth is clear. Although Zhou Tiancheng's shooting angle is very positive, but the strength is sufficient, the arc is high, and after hitting the post, Mingtao's back bounced on the goal line.

Ming Tao squatted in front of the door holding his hair. Once, he couldn't be considered the best player in the game.

It is so cruel to the goalkeeper, the flaws of one defense are enough to cover ninety-nine wonderful saves, because the result proves that all big Paris are behind 0:1 at home.

"Well, Xiao Tao, in fact, you are already pretty good, don't you realize it yourself? You have done it well enough, you can't even think about scoring goals? Hahaha!"

Indeed, Ming Tao may be dissatisfied himself, but he has been proven in all explanations.