With maxed-out heading ability from the start, I became the king of Arsenal.

The electronic timer showed that the match had reached the 84th minute.

Ferguson suppressed his anger by chewing gum frantically, but his flushed face betrayed him.

He now completely avoids eye contact with the Manchester United players who are looking at him: "If this were the Victorian era, I would definitely use you guys as fertilizer."

Behind him, Carrick and Obertan walked to the sideline, while Nani and Scholes scurried towards it.

This scene amused Sun Yu, as Scholes made the fastest sprint of the game.

He dared not be unhappy, because if the team's performance did not meet Sir Alex Ferguson's expectations, they might even be considered wrong to breathe.

Sun Yu opened the data panel. The goal he had just scored had pushed the score past the 1000 mark.

Two more attributes have been acquired.

【积分：85/1000，等级lv1，升级经验7/10】

Unspecified attribute: 2.

Sun Yu glanced at the attribute panel:

Agility: 77; Physical Fitness: 93; Explosiveness: 82

[Footwork Strength: 93; Strength Combat: 95; Jumping Ability: 91]

Speed: 81; Dribbling: 45; Tackling: 50; Tackle: 48

[Vision: 49; Off-the-ball movement: 42; Defensive positioning: 43; Ball control: 63]

Passing: 51; Shooting: 60; Heading: 100; Free Kick: 39

Exclusive Skill:

1. Henry's ball protection technique.

2. Cruyff's little trick.

Passing, ball control, and dribbling all naturally increased by 1 point, while other attributes remained unchanged.

Sun Yu had already formulated a comprehensive contingency plan in his mind:

Field of view: 49-50!

Off-the-ball movement: 42-43!

If you're just one step away from reaching the tens digit, then put in some effort to improve your skill level.

In addition, enhancing individual abilities has absolute priority.

As a beast-like center, you need explosive physical attributes and a hunting instinct.

This is like asking a male actor in a short film to choose whether to add two centimeters to a certain part of his body. Guess whether he would add it to his calf or "De Bruyne"?

Manchester United restarted the game, with Sun Yu leading the attack and Ricardo Fowler tasked with interfering with Carrick.

As a future Manchester United legend, Carrick, who is 1.86 meters tall and looks strong, plays a technical style of football.

After he came on, he basically took over Scholes' role, and every pass he made was delivered to the most comfortable position for his teammates.

But Stoke City players set up a tight defensive formation, passing the ball to Sun Yu whenever they had it.

Sun Yu single-handedly made things difficult for Manchester United's legendary center-back pairing, but because Stoke City only dared to commit three or four players to each attack, they often couldn't create much of a stir.

In the 87th minute, Delap used a "grenade" tactic in the attacking third. Vidic held off Sun Yu tightly, and Shawcross couldn't get to the ball. Ferdinand and Carrick played a one-two in the penalty area before passing the ball to Obertan.

The French winger used his speed to outpace three defenders, and then hurled the ball into the stands.

"Holy crap, that was close."

Stoke City escaped a calamity, and Sun Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The live stream immediately switched to Ferguson, whose pronunciation of "Fuck" was so perfect that after sixty years of practice, he was only a step away from killing someone with his true qi.

Under Ferguson's watchful gaze, Obertan lowered his head and ran back to his position; if he were a dog, he would definitely be tucking his tail between his legs right now.

Stoke City players were very unhappy that they couldn't even have a proper set-piece game against Manchester United.

This is a classic test of human nature. Drawing with Manchester United is certainly satisfying, but one point and three points are like winning 100,000 and 10 million in the lottery – worlds apart.

1000 is great, but 10 million is something to dream about!

Setting up a defensive wall will likely get you a point, but we've already experienced that feeling of getting a point against Chelsea.

After a shiver, it became utterly boring.

Three points make a big difference!

The first person to break Manchester United's defense was smug for a whole year!

That feeling is unbearable to even think about.

Stoke City players, in this state, have embarked on an ancient game reminiscent of "Protect Athena".

Sun Yu ran back and forth on the field, sometimes kicking the ball, sometimes kicking people.

Shawcross's defensive movements sometimes resembled a human, and sometimes they didn't.

While contesting a half-ball, Delap kicked the ball and didn't pull his leg back, instead swinging it at Carrick. He then continued to hurl insults at Carrick, calling him a sissy, and even tried to pull him up.

He didn't actually intend to pull the other person up; after lifting them up, he pressed them back onto the lawn.

Seeing "The Saint" clutching his thigh in pain, the Manchester United players couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over to shove Delap wildly.

Stoke City players surged onto the pitch from all sides. Sun Yu made a brutal tackle, knocking down Ferdinand who was about to push him, and then shoved Berbatov wildly: "You trying to show off! Now give me a taste of your own medicine!"

"Why aren't you being carefree? Is it that you don't want to be carefree?"

Seeing that even Vidic had gone mad, Ferguson roared at the Fourth Official, "They're wasting time! You fucking make up for that time!"

"Don't you dare try anything funny!"

The conflict ended, and Delap, Sun Yu, Collins, and Wilson all received yellow cards.

On the Manchester United side, Vidic, Berbatov, and Evra also received yellow cards.

Berbatov was utterly bewildered: "I didn't do anything, is it wrong to just stand by and watch?"

Referee: "Hmm!"

Sun Yu handled the situation quite well; he only received one yellow card after taking down three people.

Shawcross didn't collect any cards from start to finish, which shows that positioning and entry into team fights is truly an art.

The match restarted, and Stoke City continued their aggressive defensive tactics, quickly bringing the time to the 90th minute.

The fourth official raised the cue: Five minutes of stoppage time...

Whose home turf is this anyway?

Ferguson's time came unexpectedly!

This is practically a package deal with the 50/50 ruling that would definitely favor Jordan.

Pulis rushed up to the fourth official and demanded, "Do you guys even know how to do math? What's 8 times 9?"

Ferguson walked straight to the sideline and yelled, "Shut up! You've gone too far, you should be grateful!"

Pulis flew into a rage: "I've had enough of that shit! I really want to beat you to death, you old bastard!"

Ferguson charged forward, yelling, "You son of a bitch! Go ahead and hit me! If you don't, you're no match for your grandma and dad!"

The two exchanged insults for several minutes, and Priss was so exasperated by Ferguson's outbursts that he nearly exploded on the spot.

On the field, Sun Yu dribbled the ball forward!

Just when people thought he was going to take on three opponents, Sun Yu suddenly dribbled the ball towards the right sideline.

He swayed his body repeatedly, his feints so convincing they couldn't be more fake.

O'Shea was anxious, but dared not rush in.

next moment!

Sun Yu suddenly unleashed a powerful kick, striking the football directly at him.

O'Shea crouched on the lawn, clutching his stomach.

[O'Shea's armor penetration value +92]

Wait, is your stomach hurting?

Such a high number?

Are you afraid of pain or are you using your stomach to hide De Bruyne's pain?

As the ball went out of bounds, all the Stoke City players turned to look at their manager.

It's as if they're asking, "Save the mother or the child?"

If they're just holding on for one point, then there's no need for Delap to come up and waste time.

If you drag all the header experts into Manchester United's penalty area, the difference between a gambler and a gambling genius is just a matter of a moment's thought.

Pulis gestured forward while shouting, "Push forward, everyone! We're going to win this match!"

"They are nothing here!"

Not far away, Ferguson snorted coldly.

Sure enough, all men are gamblers.