i am beckham

Chapter 251 Goodbye Youth
There is no natural leader or natural winner. Compared with a legend like Ferguson and a background like Keegan, the biggest difference is nothing more than turning back and forth in the pain of failure.

He took charge of the Manchester United coach in 1986. He "did nothing" in the first three years. In order to win a championship, he threw his whole body to the club, which was more difficult than the temperature difference signing many years later.

If this stubborn Scot is a natural marshal, I am afraid even he himself does not believe it.

It cannot take 8 years for a talented head coach to win the first Premier League title.

It cannot take 11 years for a talented manager to compete for the Champions League trophy for the first time.

Ferguson's ability to sit on the coach's bench in the Champions League final was honed day by day.

He probably didn't expect that his first experience in the Champions League final was a roller coaster. His team advanced by 2 goals, and his opponent who was about to collapse suddenly scored a world wave.

Immediately after the core midfielder was sent off, the opponent scored 10 goals in the next 2 minutes.

The timer showed that 86 minutes had elapsed and Juventus had less than four minutes left for his side.

Even with stoppage time, the time left for Manchester United is not enough to make up 10 minutes.

It was the first time he experienced such a moment. Ferguson was like an active support in a battle game. After the team battle started, he threw away the keyboard after losing his skills.

It was Cantona, one of the dual cores, who was reversed by the opponent to formulate a desperate strategy. Before the team battle started, the other core, Keane, dropped the line. He let the opponent output on the battlefield and rebounded to kill Jugovich with his blade armor.

In the last wave of team battles, everyone realized that Beckham, who was wearing a magical costume on the side, was the output position.

Out of the "national quintessence" long pass, the only thing Manchester United can do now is Beckham's in-cut shot.

Lippi sneered when he saw Manchester United's strange formation at the last moment.

He knows that Beckham can also be lethal on the left, but that's all.

With his coaching style, if there are such characteristic players in the team, they must try their best to maximize their advantages.

It's not like Ferguson, who always takes it out at special times and crams it.

The existence of Giggs is both lucky and unfortunate for Manchester United. He has shown the potential of a first-class star since he was 17 years old.

He is very lethal, but he is not stable. If he wants him to become the king of the left, Ferguson has to give him football time to polish his game ability.

So it is impossible for him to let Beckham play from the left, which is tantamount to delaying the Welshman's career.

But Beckham also needs time to adapt to the new position and needs to increase his confidence with goals. Such problems are really difficult, and there is no solution in the short term.

But the sneer is the sneer, Lippi can't relax his defense against Beckham, Beckham's free kick is still replaying in his mind until now, Juventus must guard against this young man.

But he is not going to make too many changes. Juventus has the tireless small steel gun Di Livio on the right, and behind him there is Polini who is very capable of blocking crosses. Giggs is exhausted by this combination and has no temper at all.

No matter how much he can't make a big wave.

You know, Juventus is not a team like Liverpool and Newcastle United. The former head coach only uses 19 players a season.

Many people in the media call them "Spicy Guys".

And Juventus' players are all at the age of achievement, and the players under his command are terribly stable.

Lippi leaned back on the chair in the coach's bench and looked up at the court.

Sure enough, Manchester United passed the football to Beckham within a few kicks.

Lippi nodded approvingly: "That's right, I still have some execution ability, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make it to the final."

He didn't look up to Manchester United because they were two goals ahead of them at one point.

In his eyes, England is a desert of football. If it is not for making money, players in their prime in Serie A will never go there to embed themselves in English football.

While waiting for the pass, Beckham looked at his teammates in other positions. There were Juventus players in front of them, and it seemed that there were no good opportunities.

Since other people have a bad chance, come by yourself.

With a plan in mind, Beckham naturally became firm in his actions.

He got the pass and suddenly kicked the football forward a dozen meters along the sideline before Di Livio posted it.

Beckham kept bringing the ball to the edge of the box.

At this time Pollini had already run over and formed a front and back flank with Di Livio.

Di Livio blocked his inside cut, just to make him use his unfamiliar left foot more.

Pollini treats him in the same way, his job is not to let the opponent break into the box,

Beckham gave it a try, and the two players on the line against him were really good, and they did not live up to the established impression of Italy's defense.
This is concrete defense.

Seeing that Beckham made a sudden move and dribbled the ball into a dead end, Lippi smiled and shook his head.

This kid wants to prove to the world that he is the left foot
During his observation, Beckham dribbled the ball and continued to advance, gradually deviated from the best position for cutting inside.

Lippi thinks that Beckham is a player with a low adversity quotient. He has watched the opponent's game and has a clear mind, but he is obviously a bit confused under today's pressure.

Pollini did not post Beckham, but still maintained a distance that could block the opponent's cross by extending his legs.

According to the information collected by the team, Beckham only plays with his right foot and basically never uses his left foot.

Lippi thought the same way, so when Beckham swung his left leg, he felt that it was basically useless.

And Pollini even misjudged Beckham's next intention. He thought the opponent was going to cross.

So when he saw Beckham's left foot press the football quickly and accurately, Lippi panicked. He immediately stood up from the coach's bench, and Pollini also looked panicked.

Peruzzi flew to save, but because the kick to the far corner was too well prepared and the angle was tricky enough, he watched the football go out of the baseline against the goal post.

The stands where Manchester United was located first sighed, followed by applause for Beckham.

In the eyes of the audience, Beckham has become the only player who can threaten Juventus.

Seeing the football brushing against the goal post, Peruzzi, who was still in shock, jumped up. He pointed at Pollini's nose and roared until the opponent admitted his mistake.

Lippi blew a wild whistle on the sidelines, and then kept gesturing to the players.

The Juventus player took a serious look before turning his head away.

When the time came to nearly 88 minutes, Juventus organized a wave of offense without haste. Del Piero hit a close corner on the right side of the penalty area and was saved by Schmeichel.

Irvine kicked the football forward, Johansen grabbed the first point, Solskjaer's push was blocked by Peruzzi, Ferrara made a big clearance, Pallister headed the ball to Scholes, and Ginger immediately passed the football to Beckham.

This time, Di Livio and Pollini surrounded him in an instant. Seeing that the line was blocked, Beckham adjusted the ball to the penalty area with his right foot. Johnson once again grabbed the first point, but unfortunately his shot was slightly over the crossbar.

Ferguson leaned back regretfully, and then applauded the players together with the fans.

At this moment, his mood is very complicated. He is very pleased that the players can play their due level in the big scene, but sad that the time left for the players is running out.

He felt his heartbeat was about to jump out of his throat, and he regretted not buying a center forward, and he could only use a central defender to make up for it at a critical moment.

He felt that he had simply lost the tradition of English football.

The electronic timing board on the field reached 90 minutes, and the fourth official raised a reminder board to add 4 minutes of extra time.

In the 91st minute, Gary Neville made a successful tackle. He slashed down the diagonal to the left and passed the football to Beckham.

Beckham dribbled the ball horizontally, shook it, took it again, knocked Di Livio to the ground with a shot fake, then swiped horizontally, and volleyed!
At the same time as he kicked, Ferrara almost flew sideways to where he was, blocking the football out of the penalty area with his face.

Didier Deschamps took the ball and rushed forward, Cantona rushed towards him, Juventus' midfielder wanted to fight against the opponent, and immediately passed the ball to the right.

Beckham came up from behind Zidane and tackled him ferociously.

The referee indicated that there was no problem with the tackle, and Zidane finally touched the ball, Manchester United's throw-in.

Zidane did not argue, got up and ran towards the backcourt.

Scholes got the ball, he continued to pass the ball to Beckham, and all the United players were gasping for breath.

The game is about to go to 93 minutes, this should be the last chance to attack.

Juventus's 9 players are all in the 40-meter area in front of the goal, and only Del Piero stands on the midfield line and is always ready to steal.

Beckham kept shaking, shaking Di Livio and Pollini, but his shot was blocked by Peruzzi, Deschamps took the ball and passed it to the midfielder immediately.

The Manchester United players are almost ashamed at the moment, there is only Schmeichel in the backcourt, this time it is over.

But Beckham looked back and was pleasantly surprised to find that the game was not over yet. Schmeichel had already run to the midfield. He overwhelmed the Italian striker who was a head shorter than him and pushed the ball towards the edge of the penalty area.

Cantona overwhelmed Zidane with a header, but he did not head the ball towards the penalty area, but towards Beckham.

Beckham stopped the ball at his feet on the first touch, and Di Livio was careful not to send the opponent a free kick at this moment.

Beckham is about to cut inside, and Juventus has placed 3 players in his line to block.

Beckham dribbled the ball back to the left, Pollini caught up, the two shoulders slammed together, the Italian full-back fell and blocked his teammate who defended, and Juventus' penalty area was a mess.

Beckham took a step forward and fired a powerful shot. The football deflected on Montero, and Peruzzi almost blocked the ball from the goal line with his fingertips in the back point.

Amid the cheers of the fans, Gary Neville shoveled and scored!
3 is better than 3!

More than 2 Manchester United fans were boiling, they were singing and dancing in the stands, and their team equalized the score in the last minute!
Gary Neville roared while running like crazy, and Manchester United players surrounded him.

But at this moment, a whistle sounded like tearing the air into the ears of Manchester United players.

Beckham turned to look at the referee, and the Ukrainian waved his arms wildly, indicating that the goal was invalid.

why?
Beckham looks to the sidewalk, and the linesman raises the flag.

2 to 3, the goal just now was just a beautiful dream, torn apart in an instant.

Ferguson waved his arms angrily: "How could this lineman accurately judge offside among a bunch of people!"

However, the facts did not depend on the will of Manchester United. Juventus immediately took a goal kick, and the referee immediately blew the whistle for the end of the game.

There was only the sound of "buzz" in Beckham's mind, and he felt that the whole world had turned into black and white.

The black and white players hugged each other, and more black and white players ran towards it.

That's Juventus celebrating.

Thinking of this, Beckham felt his heart twitching.

He looked around. Many players in black jerseys were lying on the ground. Just watching their movements could feel their pain.

These are my teammates.

He didn't know what it was like now, he only knew that he was in pain.

Beckham tried to take a big breath, and he felt something stuck in his eyes.

Should be tears, but not sure.

Time passed slowly, but the pain was profound. Beckham didn't know how long it took before the world in front of him finally regained its color.

The first thing he saw was Gary Neville, the "no-promise" guy who was crying.

He went over and patted Gary on the shoulder, but the other party jumped on him: "David, I dare to swear, I didn't notice that I was offside! I'm sorry!"

Beckham subconsciously patted him on the shoulder again: "It's not your fault."

He saw Cantona, the Frenchman looked very haggard, as if he was ten years older. When he saw Beckham coming, he quickly wiped away his tears with his hands: "David, you are very good, I feel like I am old."

Beckham didn't know what his expression was like now, but he could clearly feel that the sense of unreality in his previous life had been withdrawn from his body.

He can clearly realize that life will not give him more favor than others.

He didn't expect his youth to end in such clear bitterness.

Covering his eyes with his hands, Beckham looked at the fire clouds in the sky.

There, the clouds all over the sky turned red.

Seeing this moment, he felt better, because the whole sky was the color of Manchester United.

(End of this chapter)