Old Trafford.

The countless fans in the east stand raised their middle fingers towards Klattenberg with grim faces, trying to choose someone to eat!

"FK, the **** of the special Kratenberg must have collected black money, I will kill him with one shot!" The half-drunk fans in the bar were filled with outrage.

With the cracking sound of "pop" and "pop", countless wine glasses slammed into the ground angrily, and glass ballast scattered all over the floor.

"Damn, **** him, **** him!"

"Hurry up and let the explosion-proof police come over, let the explosion-proof police come here, there is some commotion outside the stadium," a policeman who was maintaining order yelled into the phone.

Whether right or wrong, sending someone off in such an important game will completely ignite the fearful and fragile mentality of the fans and turn it into boundless anger!

Mascherano was playing lonely, Carragher and Gerrard quickly called the players over to stabilize everyone's mood.

Benitez frowned and walked a few steps back and forth, finally turned around and stopped Lucas who was about to change his clothes, and let Sammy Lee, who was about to submit an application for the exchange, withdraw back.

Let Lucas sit back on the bench, he finally did not make up his mind to replace Maqin to strengthen the defense.

The current Makqin is no longer something he can replace if he wants to. He has to consider his emotions.

What's more, Makqin's state today also makes him look forward to. He has a flash of inspiration on the court and may solve the problem.

Even if he is very nervous, he must suppress the thought of wanting to stick to it, and sticking to it here is equivalent to digging his own grave.

"Dirk (Kuyt, he yelled to the field while Mascherano was off the court, and at the same time he gestured to pull back and pointed to the right.

"Steven, you go back to the center", he shouted to Gerrard again, he was going to let Kuyt play the right wing and let Gerrard return to the center midfielder to participate in the defense.

Mascherano walked to the sidelines and pulled down his jersey. Sammy Lee put on his jacket and patted him on the head, "Don’t be depressed, Javier, it’s not your fault."

He nodded, and without returning to the bench, he stood outside the aisle in his clothes, his eyes fixed on the court.

Ronaldo fired an anti-aircraft gun from a long-range free kick, and he was so angry that he lowered his head and nagged and didn't know what to say.

Made, a bitch, deserved it, Mascherano cursed.

There are always many players in this world who do whatever they can to win, they have a strong desire to survive, Jordan, Maradona, Cristiano Ronaldo, and later the super striker Suarez.

It may be a bit derogatory to say that it is unscrupulous, or it is better to say that it is informal. Their desire to win is worthy of praise.

"Kuyt returned to the right wing, is Benitez wanting Mark to play a single forward?" Peterson asked when he saw the position of the Liverpool players.

"It looks like this," McManaman said with a frown: "In this case, the counterattack will have to rely on two wingers. Liverpool's next game will be difficult."

The result was unchangeable. The fans in the East Stand suddenly became quiet a lot, and the main forward went down. In the second half of the game, just ten minutes later, he gave the defensive midfielder a penalty.

FK, your uncle, is God deliberately against us? Shall we be better?

wrong! They watched Maqin walking in front of the team on the field, and they rekind their hope.

Tonight's God is on the court, the black-haired boy who led us in the first half!

"Let's go through the storm together..." Thinking of this, the sound of the east stand gradually sounded, first one piece, then one piece, and then the whole stand.

Since ancient times, good things have always been tedious. The so-called good fortune depends on misfortune, and fortune depends on good fortune. Who knows that this is not the starting point of another world, another opportunity to take off?

...

After more than sixty minutes of the game, Liverpool had one less player after re-serving, and it was difficult to advance to the midfield. Manchester United stole the ball, and they immediately retreated across the board.

"GLORYGLORYMANCHESTERUNITED", the cheers of Manchester United fans in the audience were filled with the kind of repressive redemption. Accompanied by Manchester United's offensive, they rushed to Liverpool's half, which was even more hideous.

Ferguson's heart is finally smooth now, he rekindled hope, and in more than 30 minutes, Manchester United's offensive ability exploded, two goals are not a problem.

He sat on the coaching bench thinking about replacing Carlos Tevez later, but the next midfielder is still a defender. He hasn't made up his mind yet. He plans to watch for a few more minutes.

"Bah," Carragher spit out grass scraps and hurriedly returned to the restricted area.

Just now Manchester United straight behind Sefennan, Rooney set the side, he quickly made up a sliding shovel to get Rooney, who was about to break through with the ball, to take the ball out of the sideline.

"I want to break your leg", "You bastard", the fans on the sidelines saw him dare to shovel his own player so fiercely, and immediately shouted.

"Staring at people, staring at people!" Carragher looked back at the position of his teammates and commanded the defense loudly, without time to pay attention to the others.

This period of time is the most dangerous. A single goal may cause a player's psychological breakdown and make mistakes one after another.

Mark Qin is in the midfielder's midfielder position. He was rotated. This is also the result of the three discussions between Gerrard and Alonso. The three formed a triangle.

There must be one person to make up for the position of the back midfielder at any time, and the other two defend against it, so as not to cause the formation to be easily crushed and then broken.

"Makqin, make a timely replacement. He tackled the ball out of the baseline with a kick in advance. This is a direct conversation between him and Ronaldo!" Zhan Jun shouted.

Zhang Lu said fortunately: "Scholes' kick was very thief just now. Ronaldo relied on his explosive power to enter the penalty area. If it weren't for Mark Qin's kick, Ronaldo might have volleyed directly."

Ronaldo looked at Maqin, who had slid far away on the ground, with a **** look on his face. How did he return to the guard line?

With a lingering fear, Reina got up from the ground and hurriedly touched Maqin's head. He was lucky.

"Mark, you are the goddess of luck today!"

Uncle Ma, Maqin also got up and hurried to the top of the arc outside the penalty area to prepare for a possible counterattack opportunity.

He can no longer take pity on his... physical strength.

Both Benitez and Ma'er were surprised. Just now, the defense should be the job of the back midfielder. I didn't expect that after Maqin rotated to the back midfielder, he would have a good job!

"Man-marking, man-marking", in the penalty area, you pushed and shoved me for a while, but fortunately, the horse's exit had no effect on the defense high-altitude ball.

Scott squeezed Ferdinand and strenuously pushed the ball out of the penalty area, a little closer to the sideline, and Anderson kicked the ball to full-back Brown.

Brown immediately crossed... and flew out of the bottom line.

"FK", Ferguson yelled angrily, and immediately asked Tevez to warm up. He was about to change Brown. This was an undercover when he was attacking!

"We watched Tevez get up and change clothes", Peterson looked at the situation on the sidelines, Queiroz was submitting a transfer application with the fourth official.

"Lord Ferguson is going to break the boat and prepare to attack," McCain said worriedly, he still has Liverpool in his heart.

"Now there are too few strikers in Manchester United, and Liverpool are shrinking the penalty area. We need a beast like Tevez," Solskjaer continued, looking forward to it.

Liverpool did not advance forward and tried to pour the ball several times in the backcourt, in order to spend more time.

Alonso and Makqin returned to the position and play style of the first Double Red Club, and Gerrard got ahead this time.

The fourth official on the sidelines had already prepared the substitution card, waiting for the dead ball, Queiroz put Tevez on the shoulder and quickly confessed his intentions to him.

Benitez looked at his heart for a while, do you want to change? Who to change? Add another guard?

They finally waited until the dead ball, looked up into the court, the fourth referee was preparing to play a substitution card.

Queiroz hugged him in a hurry, and kept turning his head to look at the old man behind him.

Ma Ma, the earth is too dangerous, take me to Azeroth!

Ferguson fainted completely!

What happened just now? God (the author greatly) clicked the replay button...

Liverpool fell in the backcourt, and Manchester United pressed on the frontcourt because of their numerical advantage.

Before Rooney came up, Carragher pushed the ball to Mark Qin, who ran to the wing area. He and Alonso had two receiving points to stabilize the rhythm of the back line.

Anderson still chased him close from the side, and Carrick was not hesitating in front of him, rushing over to close his door.

At this time, Mark’s diligence reached his heart, and his thoughts were vanished. Only one thought reverberated in his mind: shovel me!

Of course he is not a masochist. He drove the ball forward. At the moment Anderson came over from the side, he was possessed by Ronaldo and used a long-lost trick: Flop!

I saw his right heel knock the ball back to the left suddenly, and when Anderson suddenly stopped subconsciously, he tripped on the leg that he had not fully retracted.

After being caught by Mark Qin's feet, he of course couldn't take it back. He just listened to the shout of "Ah" from the kid beside him, which was miserable and unbearable for outsiders.

Roll over, my youth!

Gerrard was suddenly blessed to his soul and hurried to the referee, making a gesture of asking for a card and shouting: "Hey, Mr. Referee, he fouled several times in the second half. When he hit Mark with his elbow, he should give the card."

"FK, you liar," Anderson furiously attacked his heart and did the most brain-destructive move. He raised his leg and threw off Mark Qin's foot that was tripping him severely!

Then, everything is over!

Originally, Kratenberg was still hesitating ~lightnovelpub.net~ because Anderson was a passive foul just now, not the frontcourt, and it was said that he didn't give a card, but now it can't be justified.

Watching Anderson walk down the court with a pale face, Manchester United completed an unprecedented one-for-two move. Mark Qin and Gerrard seemed to be watching a play.

"Huh? Captain, you say they are stupid or not?"

"Well...it looks a little silly..."

At this moment, these two people are completely possessed by the star master Mengda, a trivial look of triumphant villain!

"Fuck Nyima", "You idiot", "Don't you want to get out of the stadium today!" The Manchester United stand had just had a few moments of favor with Clattenberg.

"Haha, this silly fork, both sides are not pleased!", the Liverpool bar was happy, "but I still have to toast him, for **** fairness, haha"

"Haha, yes, for fairness!"

Many years later, Kratenberg also published an autobiography, which revealed his mental journey at the moment: At that time, I was not as complicated as the outside world said, I just wanted to be a fair ‘star’ referee.

Queiroz was forced to complete the substitution despite his helplessness, because after Ferguson woke up from the vertigo, he felt that it didn't matter anymore. This season has stopped...

"This, this, this..." Zhan Jun has already started to stutter, "Tevez replaced Brown, and Anderson, uh, Anderson changed from two yellows to one red, and it was less than twenty minutes in the second half, which is really interesting."

"Yeah" Zhang Lu nodded, "Interesting!"

"If the first half is an opera from Broadway, it's gorgeous and elegant," Peterson shook his head and said, "This period of the second half is an authentic sitcom."

McManaman looked at the chaotic field and said leisurely: "Who makes this a "Dream Theater"..."