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Chapter 190 Beginning to Show Dominance of the Season!Sir Alex and Malcolm's bet

"Clap clap clap clap..."

In the VIP area of ​​the stadium, several Manchester United executives or former meritorious figures applauded without exception at this moment.

With excited smiles on their faces, they were delighted with the team's performance.

You must know that even any battle that seems to have no suspense before the game is prone to problems during the game.

Football is round and anything can happen on this field.

Especially in this kind of championship battle, Tottenham's strength is not weak, and it may be only a little behind Manchester United in liquidation.

Now, the team has taken the lead in the No. 15 minute or so of the game, and is one step closer to the final championship.

This is undoubtedly very inspiring.

"This Manchester United team is really good. I seem to feel the shadow of our heyday in them."

Gary Neville said something shameless, then turned to look at Ferguson, "Yes, sir."

Ferguson smiled and didn't speak, but Malcolm, who was next to him, couldn't help it.

"What sees your shadow?"

Malcolm was a little unconvinced, "With so much investment from me, they are already a brand new strong team."

"It can even be regarded as a new super first lineup."

"Win the championship undefeated last season, did you do it then?"

"I think their professionalism surpassed yours, although Manchester United did have a long reign at that time, which left a deep impression on the fans."

Gary Neville curled his lips a little unconvinced, but did not speak.

Only then did the old man speak slowly: "Mr. Malcolm is right."

"What was impressive about that Manchester United team was the spirit, the star-level players with their personalities."

"Modern football has gone through such a long period of development, and it has long been incomparable with the past."

"Even the teams in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League play much more professionally than some of the previous strong teams, and all kinds of new tactics are executed very well."

"The current Manchester United is the best of these teams. The dominance they have achieved may indeed be greater than ours at the time."

"But I think Mourinho needs a Champions League, or even a consecutive Champions League, to surpass our previous achievements."}
"Or, as he himself expects, he can win the Grand Slam one season and bring back seven championships."

The old man did not belittle Manchester United under him during that time.

Thinking about it now, it was indeed a beautiful and nostalgic period.

Although he was often beaten in the Champions League, his hands shook, and he lost his temper with the players angrily.

But thinking about it now, if he could do it again, he would devote himself to that passionate work without hesitation.

But in any case, after so many years, his affection for Manchester United is of course very deep.

Now I see that this team is on the right path again and has become super strong.

He was also very happy and relieved.

"Actually, we can make a bet."

Gary Neville heard the conversation between the two elders, and he was a little embarrassed that he couldn't get in. "How many goals can Lu Chenfeng score in various competitions this season?"

"What are you gambling?"

Malcolm asked from the side.

"The loser shaves his head."

Gary Neville made a dark bet.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the people present quickly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

"I like the bet and I can do it."

The aged Sir Alex Ferguson seemed to still retain his excitement for life, so he simply agreed.

As an elite group in Europe, Malcolm naturally has his own burdens, so he hesitated for a while.

"Mr. Malcolm, the old gentleman doesn't have any opinions, you don't dare to?"

Gary Neville sparked, "Which one of us guesses the farthest will have his head shaved."

"Dare..."

Malcolm said: "But not the whole season, we will bet on the whole of August."

"Manchester United have a total of five games, a Community Shield, a UEFA Super Cup and three Premier League games."

"Okay." Gary Neville said with a smile: "I choose to believe him, so my bet is ten goals."

"What's the meaning of ten balls?"

The old man laughed and joked at the side: "Since we want to play, then we have to make an exciting bet. I'll bet on thirteen balls."

Looking at the extremely high bets of the two people beside him, Malcolm was stunned for a while, and then a little excited.

"My lord, you're doomed. I'll bet on eight balls. Anyway, it's impossible to go further than you guessed."

"Okay, it's a deal."

A bet between the three of them was settled in this hasty environment.

A month later, who the hell is sitting here with a bare head.

Wait and see.

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on the field.

The game has restarted.

Tottenham, who lost the ball, was awakened to some fighting spirit, overdrawing their physical strength and trembling with Manchester United on the field.

This kind of situation is very common on the football field, and it is generally called the battle of the trapped beast.

The side that loses the ball will often launch a swift counterattack within a few minutes of the game after losing the ball.

After that energy is over, they will return to the previous game state.

There was no surprise for Tottenham. After an unprecedented two-footed anti-aircraft gun outside the penalty area, they fell into defense again.

And fell into a more passive situation than just a while ago.

With the gradual decline in physical strength, when the game time passed 35 minutes, Tottenham's goal was already jittery.

Numerous close shots were shot from the feet of Manchester United's players.

Even Casemiro and Vertonghen had kicks.

The goal of keeping the opponent from scoring before the first half seems a bit far away...

"Gudong."

On the sidelines, Conte's face became even uglier. He folded his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boss, do you want to change? Or arrange it at halftime?"

The assistant coach next to him seemed to be a newcomer, and at the moment he said a bit extreme: "These players now seem to be sluggish and in a bad state."

"If a large-scale substitution can be solved, I think we should go crazy once."

"After all, this is a championship game. You can't go through it so calmly and lose the game, right?"

His words seemed to ignite Conte's anger. Conte turned his head, waved his hands and said loudly: "Kelinze, if your job is to be a physical coach, then you should not control the formation of Tottenham!"

"You are just a Ph.D. in Sports Rehabilitation, and you only have coaching experience in the youth team! You can't feel that our players are suffering from such great pressure on the court!"

"Large-scale replacement?"

"Facing Manchester United's large-scale substitutions last season, almost all conceded four goals!"

"..."

To be honest, even if the time for the game has not passed, Conte has no hope of winning this game.

He didn't believe what the bullshit media said before the game.

Knowing the strength of Manchester United and their new aid, he knows very well what kind of team he is about to meet.

This is a team that will cause headaches for all British professional teams!

Even if they make some rotations in certain positions, their strength is still top-notch!
The assistant coach was scolded a few times, and returned to the coach's bench with the same embarrassment.

Conte breathed on the spot and adjusted his emotions a little quickly.

On the ever-changing court, this time Manchester United's new attack was launched again.

Full-back Jan Vertonghen slammed the ball directly over Lu Chenfeng's head with his trademark precise long pass.

The latter took advantage of the highest header height in the audience and easily gave the ball to Modric.

After receiving the ball, Modric didn't stop the ball. Facing the force of the football, he turned sideways and swept the ball with a volley pass from the outside of his foot.

The line of the football was very accurate, and it soon came to Rashford's line of travel.

"Nice fit!"

"It's perfect to be able to score!"

"The strength of the new aid has been seen today, and it is worthy of being called a ceremonial midfielder!"

"Who else can beat this Manchester United team!"

"Pass the ball, Rashford! Ibrahimovic is empty!"

"..."

Under the excited shouts of the fans standing up on the sidelines, Rashford took a look at the situation in the center of the penalty area, and then made a cross.

The ball was so fast that the Tottenham players at the front had no time to stop it.

Alderweireld, who was responsible for marking Ibrahimovic at the end, couldn't squeeze Ibrahimovic at all.

"boom!!"

A crisp shot sounded, and Ibrahimovic easily pushed the ball into the far corner of the goal.

Facing such a close shot, Lowry couldn't react at all.

"Yeahhhh...!!!"

The Manchester United fans at the scene fell into the carnival for the second time. They sat up from their seats crazily and started to celebrate the championship in advance.

The Tottenham fans not far away were silent, and all the expressions on their faces suddenly lost.

In fact, Tottenham fans are very clear about the team's situation on the court.

But with a gap of one ball, there are still many uncertain factors for them to recover.

Two balls...it's a bit difficult.

It seems that today's Community Shield, this golden disc trophy, has almost no chance for them.

"When I watched the game last season, I didn't realize that the team's defense was so useless."

"Is there any way, Manchester United is too strong, I feel that the Premier League title we are looking forward to is getting farther and farther away from us."

"Is it because Levi is unwilling to spend money to invest, or is there a problem with Conte's coaching level?"

"In my opinion, two poor people, one hastened to sell the club to someone with money and strength, and the other hastened to pack up his things and go back to his Serie A league."

"Trash! This goal is too humiliating. They are almost all one-touch passes, and they can also break our defense."

"..."

While Lori spread his hands and complained about the defensive line, Ibrahimovic rushed to the sidelines to celebrate with his domineering long legs.

Lu Chenfeng rushed towards Ibrahimovic together with Rashford, Modric and even Vertonghen who was still in the backcourt.

In the last season, he had to rely on Lu Chenfeng a lot to break the situation, but this season finally changed.

With the improvement of overall strength, Ibrahimovic finally has his own place to use.

This is a goal stacked by chance after chance!
Staying in this kind of team, as long as you are a qualified striker, you definitely have a chance to score goals!

The five heroes who just scored a goal hugged each other and celebrated wildly towards the Manchester United audience seats.

These five are high and low, but they are all wearing a red jersey. Maybe they are also announcing something to the Premier League in the new season!
The era of true domination has officially arrived!

The media reporters on the sidelines quickly took pictures of several people, and after finding a few good moments, many reporters also smiled happily.

The photos of these five people will be the headlines of the report tonight.

After the celebrations, the first half of the game was quickly over.

The two sides did not break out the third goal, and both returned to the locker room for a rest.

Manchester United's locker room is naturally full of celebrations, all the new players and veterans are celebrating in advance, the arrival of the first champion of the new season.

But when the line of sight came to Tottenham's locker room, it was immersing and terrifying, as if trapped in an ice cave.

The players were either picking at their shin guards, wiping sweat with towels, or touching their sneakers, all in a state of confusion.

No one spoke, and no one made any loud noises.

In this atmosphere, if you sneezed, you might not be able to bear the embarrassment of everyone looking up at you.

Conte also came in at some point, crossing his arms and touching his nose with one hand.

He is also a little shameless facing these players. As the core of the club, he has no good way at the moment.

"In the second half of the game, it was still a counterattack."

After a long time, Conte said: "Defend well in normal times, and don't keep too many people in the frontcourt."

"Once we got the ball, Aurier, Ali, Sun, Harry Kane, and Lo Celso immediately formed an offensive group of five and entered the frontcourt at any cost."

"Then there is speed. Your counterattack speed is too slow, and you can't break through the opponent's defense at all."

"Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!"

"Use flexible running to switch forwards, and speed to find opportunities."

"Just say that."

After Conte finished speaking, he left the locker room and went outside to calm down.

He who likes to get angry turned out to be unusually calm and absent-minded today, unable to arouse any emotions.

After he left, the locker room fell into silence again. No one wanted to speak, and they didn't know if they listened to those words.

that's it.

After 15 minutes, players from both sides returned to the field to start the second half.

The first 10 minutes of the game seemed uneventful. Manchester United attacked in an orderly manner, constantly playing wonderful cooperation in front of Tottenham's position to complete shots.

But in the end it seemed to be a little short of scoring.

Until the No.601 minute of the game.

After Lu Chenfeng had a happy shooting, a reminder sound appeared in his mind.

[The host has detected a valid shot!The progress of the law of causality is 5\5! 】

[Congratulations to the host for getting a causal law shot! 】

After hearing this voice, Lu Chenfeng felt a little hesitant in his heart.

Facing Real Madrid in the next game, he somewhat wants to save the ball and give Real Madrid a cold hammer at the beginning of the next game.

But in the current situation, he really couldn't find a good chance to get off the field, and it was impossible for him to spend the thirty minutes of the game like sleepwalking.

It's better to fight first.

Come back to save later in the game time?
Shoot as many goals as possible, save enough kicks, and face Real Madrid directly in the next game!

Just doing what he said, Lu Chenfeng quickly began to look for opportunities.

Game No.604 minutes.

It was Modric again, holding the ball in the middle, he dribbled the ball forward at high speed, and passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng who was returning.

"Pass the ball!"

Afterwards, he advanced at high speed, and shouted, signaling Lu Chenfeng to play him the ball, and he came to blast a long shot.

He still often trains for long shots from this distance.

The shooting percentage is not low.

If Lori's line of sight is blocked, or if there is any mistake.

That goal seemed to come naturally.

But to Modric's disappointment, Lu Chenfeng ignored him after receiving the ball and turned directly to face the goal.

"what……"

Modric yelled in disappointment, then stopped and stopped running, preparing to return to defense.

Of course, his eyes were still fixed on Lu Chenfeng.

I saw that Lu Chenfeng didn't even glance at the direction of the goal, everything seemed to be instinctive, and he fired directly on the spot!
"boom!!!"

After the thunder that resounded through the Emirates Stadium, an arc trajectory dragging afterimages slid into the goal!

Lloris, standing in front of the goal line, took a few small steps, then stretched his body towards the football.

But unfortunately, the speed of the ball is not only too fast, but also the flight angle is a bit erratic.

There was an outrageous difference of about half a meter between Lori's outstretched left hand and the angle at which the football hit the net.

"Break!!"

The crisp sound of net scraping sounded, and Lu Chenfeng had already started his early celebration again, ran to the sidelines and raised his hands high.

"Fuck..."

Modric couldn't help shouting out a sentence of Chinese that Lu Chenfeng had taught him before. For some reason, when his brain was unresponsive, this round of Chinese would pop up in his mind first.

Maybe this sentence is too easy to use?
Modric didn't know, he only knew that his ears were going deaf.

"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

The cheers of the fans sounded, and most of the Manchester United players ran towards Lu Chenfeng excitedly.

Three to zero!
Lu Chenfeng scored twice!

"The signature long-range shot told fans all over the world that this season's Lu Chenfeng is still the same striker as last season!"

"Two goals, [-]-[-] to seal the victory!"

"Real Madrid players, next game, are you scared?"

He Wei's excited commentary sounded, and he directly grabbed Zhan Jun's work and started to shout first.

It's really exciting.

For those who love football and take football as their job, it would be exhausting to not be able to comment on football for nearly three months.

Zhan Jun didn't have any complaints by the side, and he was grinning wildly at the moment.

After enjoying himself for a while, he suddenly remembered something.

Manchester United's opponent in the Premier League opener of the new season is Liverpool, which is his home team.

With Manchester United in this state, if they win Real Madrid in the next game.

Under the pursuit of victory, will it be a tragedy for Liverpool in the opening game of the Premier League?
Five to zero?Six to zero?Seven to zero?
Thinking of this, he felt a little complicated.

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ps: There will be a chapter of about [-] words later

(End of this chapter)