Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 130 Chu Feng’s first big birthday! (Third update)

"Are you still prepared to continue playing like this?"

"Then this game will be a lifelong shame for you!"

Lori kicked the doorpost angrily.

The Tottenham players felt like a thorn had been stabbed into their hearts, and they were so uncomfortable that they couldn't breathe.

Over and over again, and again, and again, and again.

Their morale was like this, hitting rock bottom with Manchester United's three goals.

Moreover, Pochettino's behavior in the midfield was equivalent to declaring the result of the game in advance.

It's too late to resist now.

The game quickly resumed.

Manchester United slowed down the tempo slightly, retreated as a whole, and waited for their physical strength to recover before pressing forward.

Tottenham did not miss this opportunity and decisively pushed forward to attack.

Using continuous passing and cutting cooperation from the middle, the football was delivered to the center circle. Ali ducked to avoid Pogba's steal, and accurately found Son Heung-min on the wing with a long pass.

The latter held back his energy and exploded into the small universe. He rushed out of the double-team of Ashley Young and Matic, cut inside to the top of the penalty area and shot directly.

"Beautiful! De Gea!"

"Don't give Tottenham any chance to score!"

"Although he has been blowing cold wind for more than 40 minutes, he is still in such a hot state!"

The cheers at White Hart Lane stopped abruptly.

This wonderful save completely dissipated the morale of the Tottenham players. The fighting spirit that was just burning in their hearts was extinguished. They were in a state of being kicked and numbly entered the penalty area to prepare for the top.

"Come and see this corner kick!"

"Oh, Llorente and Phil Jones butt heads! Phil Jones did a great job and pushed the ball out of the penalty area first!"

"Manchester United's quick counterattack is coming!"

Matic kept passing the ball directly to Pogba on the left, who quickly dribbled the ball forward.

Manchester United's frontcourt players had a good understanding of each other and crossed paths as they usually do in training, catching Tottenham's defensive players off guard.

Pogba tilted his body slightly and pushed out the arch of his foot.

boom!

Football cut through Tottenham's defense like a precise scalpel.

Lingard was as slippery as a loach. He didn't even give Vertonghen a chance to foul and rushed directly to the penalty area with the ball.

Single sword!

But what is puzzling is that Lingard did not shoot, but kept slowing down, seemingly trying to pass the goalkeeper.

The moment Lori flew towards him.

Lingard flicked his ankle and passed across the middle.

Manchester United's No. 7 came flying forward, and with the help of Sanchez's half position ahead, he easily pushed the ball into the empty goal.

0-4! ! !

After scoring the goal, Chu Feng did not fish for the ball again. Instead, he ran dozens of meters to the corner flag area, stretched out three fingers toward the stands, and kept shaking them.

I learned a lot from Mourinho's mocking expression.

Chu Feng remembered how Tottenham fans cursed before.

He prides himself on not being a generous person. He will hit back when someone hits him, and he will hit back when someone scolds him.

Even if he is criticized by others, he will not care at all.

He wants to use this game to tell others that you can flagrantly foul me, but you must also bear the revenge I give you.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This is his life creed.

Loud cheers came from the away stands, even covering up the boos from tens of thousands of Tottenham fans.

The Manchester United players rushed over to hug Chu Feng.

As for the Tottenham players, they froze in place, unable to think of any resistance. They even hoped that the game would end there.

But the time displayed on the LED screen on the side of the court chilled them.

73 minutes and 42 seconds. With nearly 20 minutes left, will your door be broken down again?

They don't know the answer, and they don't want to know.

Mourinho started the substitution adjustment, replacing Lingard and Pogba with Rashford and Herrera.

Seeing what he means, he hasn't given up the attack yet.

This made Pochettino angrily punch the plastic barrier next to the coaching bench. Fortunately, the camera had fallen down and he no longer had to worry about being hit.

He felt that he had been deceived by Mourinho, who clearly promised before halftime to focus on the game and control his emotions.

Why do Manchester United players feel like they've been given a bullet?

He could only make adjustments accordingly, replacing Ali with Sissoko, trying to increase the defensive intensity in the backcourt, and trying not to drink Qixi or Lafite.

The scene just three minutes later made Pochettino's vision go dark and he slumped in his seat.

Tottenham made a passing error in the backcourt. Herrera got the ball and passed it directly to the penalty area. Lukaku calmly turned around and adjusted his pace and volleyed the ball into the goal.

0-5!

The voices of Manchester United fans were hoarse, but they took off their clothes or scarves to express their excitement in another way.

As for the Tottenham fans in the home stands, they fell into silence, because any sharp words and dirty words were so pale in front of the 0-5 score.

All the Manchester United players were playing crazy, and even if Mourinho gave the order, he might not be able to stop them.

There were even more lamentations on the bench.

Because the substitution quota has been used up, they were unable to participate in today's massacre.

This will be a lifelong regret.

But it's not over yet.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Chu Feng received a long pass from Herrera and used his speed to crush Tottenham's defense. He passed Lori and fired into the empty net.

0-6!

Chu Feng’s first big four in his career!

It came so suddenly.

Chu Feng had not yet reacted after scoring the goal, but was reminded by his teammates.

To be honest, he wasn't too excited. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness, probably because Tottenham didn't resist.

It's hard to get excited.

In addition, his physical fitness was almost reaching its limit, so his performance in the next few minutes was mediocre and he rarely dribbled the ball forward.

But who knows that Herrera and Rashford, who just came up, are not happy yet.

In the 89th minute of the game, they completed two beautiful collisions with the wall in the frontcourt. Rashford picked up the ball at the front of the penalty area and fired with his right foot into the dead corner.

0-7!

massacre.

A complete tragedy.

Under the expectant eyes of Manchester United fans, the referee did not even give any stoppage time and directly blew the whistle to end the game.

There is no point in continuing to play.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red, telling endless sorrow.

The 108-year-old White Hart Lane stadium seemed to be smeared with blood and gave off a sickening smell.

Tottenham players and fans received an unforgettable defeat. They all stood there blankly, seemingly unable to believe the scene in front of them.

What was left of their pride began to crumble.

Self-esteem is like glass dropped to the ground, shattered into slag, and trampled on by others.

The humiliation was like an icy cold wind, stimulating every inch of the skin.

Deep down in their hearts, Tottenham players kept telling themselves that this defeat was excusable and not entirely their fault.

But listening to the jeers and cheers made them doubt themselves.

(End of this chapter)