Football: Starting with managing Manchester United

"It's in! It's in!" Zhang Yang excitedly raised his arms.

Standing off the field, watching your tactics translate into goals, Zhang Yang found it hard to describe the feeling.

But there's no doubt it was awesome.

"Glory, Glory, Man United!!!"

The cheers that erupted at Old Trafford seemed to try and penetrate Zhang Yang's eardrums.

There are fence-sitters among Manchester United fans; they praise when someone scores and criticize when they don't.

However, there are also those who firmly support Zhang Yang.

Even though he has only led the team for two games.

Oh, plus today, that makes two and a half games.

But the spirit they displayed was similar to the spirit they had seen during Manchester United's most glorious period.

Januzaj did not celebrate after scoring the goal.

Instead, he ran around in a circle towards Zhang Yang and hugged his former youth team coach tightly.

"Boss, thank you for letting me start!"

Januzaj didn't cry this time; instead, he grinned broadly.

"I told you my tactics were fine, and your play was fine too, so scoring a goal was definitely not a problem!"

After finishing his sentence, Zhang Yang added, "And you earned this starting position yourself."

Januzaj did not say anything to express his gratitude.

He kept all of this to himself, hoping to repay his boss with a goal... His eyes were filled with desire as he turned to look at the goal.

Soon the Manchester United players also ran over.

"Michael, stick to the plan, but you can speed things up a bit. We have about six minutes left."

Zhang Yang was not satisfied with just tying the score.

Manchester United and Sunderland played late in the day, while their direct European rivals, Tottenham Hotspur, lost to West Ham United.

Last night when I saw Harry Kane score an own goal.

Zhang Yang jumped up from the sofa and toasted the distant Kane with a bottle of beer.

"Thank you, Harry. If there's a chance in the future, I'll lead you to a championship!"

Zhang Yang could tell.

When Harry Kane scored an own goal, his face clearly showed his desire to redeem himself, but he was substituted off two minutes later.

A look of astonishment, disappointment, and self-blame appeared on his face.

Zhang Yang felt a little sorry for him.

Especially when thinking about Harry Kane's tragic future career and that widely circulated picture of him looking up at the sky.

Oh, vast heavens, how cruel you are to me!

So when West Ham United's Downing scored another goal, Tottenham were down by two goals with one less player.

Zhang Yang happily opened another bottle of beer.

......

Back at Old Trafford Stadium.

"If we can win this game, we'll surpass Tottenham!"

Zhang Yang interrupted his reminiscence and said to Chris Woods, "So you can only win, not draw!"

The Premier League currently has six European competition slots.

The top three teams in the league play in the Champions League, the fourth team plays in the Champions League play-offs, the fifth team plays in the Europa League, and the sixth team plays in the Europa League play-offs.

Of course, this is on the premise that Chelsea cannot win the Champions League and has not yet finished in the top three of the Premier League standings.

Otherwise, the third-placed team in the Premier League will have to play in the qualifying rounds.

Fourth, they can only compete in the Champions League and Europa League.

"So complicated!"

Zhang Yang stopped thinking about these things and directed his team to continue the attack.

Securing victory is the most crucial thing.

Sunderland, having been tied, surprisingly started parking the bus.

It was clear that they intended to leave with a portion of their wealth.

Alternatively, Zhang Yang turned to look at Boyet, who gave him a smile.

Poyet knows that Manchester United will have to compete fiercely with teams like Tottenham and Everton if they want to qualify for European competition.

So.

Let Manchester United attack and look for opportunities to launch counter-attacks!

Boyette thought her idea was pretty good.

Coach's bench.

Zhang Yang didn't let the players slow down the pace, but the bus is a really useful thing, otherwise Mourinho could keep using it.

The ten minutes of stoppage time passed quickly.

The score remained unchanged.

Zhang Yang glanced at Van Persie, thought for a moment, but still didn't call him over.

Now is not the time.

He didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket with Van Persie.

Back in the locker room.

"We can try to press forward and lure our opponents into launching counterattacks, but we need to be careful to change the pace at this time."

Zhang Yang's idea was to lure the snake out of its hole.

Although there are risks, as long as we pay attention, given Manchester United's midfield and defense configuration...

should be no problem.

After the second half of the game begins.

Zhang Yang then realized how naive he had been.

Poyet was clearly warning the players that if a chance wasn't particularly good, they should rather give it up than push the formation too far forward.

"Sunderland parked a bus at Old Trafford! As you know, Manchester United basically have no good way to deal with this situation. Moyes' tactic is to cross from the byline."

"What will Zhang Yang do? Using Fellaini as a center is already quite creative, but can Fellaini really fulfill the duties of a traditional center?"

The commentators don't really trust it.

Time ticked by, and Zhang Yang paced back and forth in the command area.

John O'Shea!

This veteran, who spent fifteen years at Manchester United, transferred to Sunderland three years ago.

Now he has become Manchester United's biggest obstacle because his defensive experience is too rich; Januzaj is just a child in front of him.

And O'Shea was also very lucky.

Several times it was just a close call; Carrick's long-range shot, Nani's cross... it was as if he had drawn them in.

A few years ago, Manchester United beat Sunderland 2-0 at home.

After receiving a cross from the right wing, Falcao dribbled past several defenders, shaking off O'Shea who was marking him. Just as Falcao was about to score from close range, O'Shea had no choice but to reach out and pull Falcao down in desperation.

The referee, East, awarded a penalty without hesitation and showed a red card.

However, he didn't send off O'Shea, but his teammate Brown.

Even if O'Shea admits it himself.

The referee ignored him, and now the time loop has returned, it's Old Trafford again, it's Manchester United and Sunderland again.

O'Shea's luck, however, was used up on the other side.

"John is flying down the wing! O'Shea! O'Shea!"

Sunderland fans even sang a song that Manchester United fans had written for O'Shea.

The 70th minute of the match.

"Robin and Antonio, get warmed up!"

Zhang Yang decided not to wait any longer.

A few more minutes passed before the ball went dead.

Zhang Yang said to Valencia and Van Persie, "Remember what we practiced? Crosses from the wings, but not high balls, half-high balls, knee height!"

Valencia is a typical player who relies on a three-pronged approach.

First pass, second breakthrough, third cross.

This is also the origin of his nickname "Wabushe".

Is there really anyone in this world who doesn't like shooting?

Just then, Van Persie showed a penchant for shooting, and Zhang Yang, his eyes fixed on them, said, "We don't have much time left, seize every opportunity!"

"Antonio's crosses were of very low quality."

Chris Woods only came over after Valencia and his partner had entered the court.

"Low quality doesn't matter, as long as the quantity is enough."

Zhang Yang changed the subject, "And I just told him to use his shooting technique to cross the ball."

Others might not be able to receive a cross that's that fast.

But Van Persie said it was hard to say.

Robin van Persie, who can't control the ball, is someone who can make his volleys look like art.

Wow! Zhang Yang heard the cheers and sighs of the Manchester United fans.

The cheers were for Valencia's good breakthroughs, but the disappointment was that his crosses were of mediocre quality.