Brother beggar, don't wave to guard the gate

Ellery sighed, threw the ball out, and was about to put on an expression of "waiting for an answer online in a hurry", when he heard the familiar old and vigorous voice behind him, with a Scottish accent.

"Elle Rico! Go, ask Rene (Meulensteen) for me, there is still a substitution, do you want to save it for the next time?"

"If you keep it, can you exchange for 4 in the next game?"

"Would it be possible to save 400 by the Chinese New Year?"

"It's tm 10 minutes, we are still behind! Stay, stay, lose the game after staying, are you going to piss me off?"

Elery turned around and saw Sir Alex Ferguson rushing to the closest position to the pitch, with his face pressed against the railing.If it wasn't for Rooney holding on to Sir Alex, the old man would have been able to climb over the railing and run onto the court.

Elle Rick ran to the side of the court and looked up at Ferguson, "My lord, the Spring Festival is over early! If he wants to stay, he can only stay until next year's Spring Festival."

Ferguson gasped, clutched his chest, and said nothing for a full second with the famous hair dryer.

"You let him send Irving up and push them all into the opponent's penalty area. I don't believe that there are so many feet, none of them can get into the opponent's goal!" Ferguson turned his head and left after saying a word, as if he had calmed down, and sat back. in situ.

Rooney scratched his head and gave Ellery a cheering gesture.

Ellery tilted his head, ran to the bench again, looked at the assistant coach Rene Meulensteen, who was about to get bald because of a game, and conveyed the message to Sir Alex Ferguson. The command.

"Grandmaster said, let Owen play and prepare to eat cakes."

Rene Mullensteen was stunned for a moment with some doubts. It seemed that Sir Alex had said a lot on the sidelines just now. How could Elery convey it so simply?Are there any details missing?

It's okay for Irving to play, and there is still a place for substitutions. It's good to use a striker to break the deadlock.

Although Irving is not as good as before, he is not as good as before, but it is still possible to play one or two games occasionally, and it is because of this that he was put on the big list this time.

But let Irving play to eat cakes?

How to eat cakes?Where did the cake come from?Who will feed the cake?

There is no suitable midfield move back on the field to make cakes?

Rene Meulensteen was thinking, and at the same time he was about to ask Elleric to talk about what Sir Alex said in detail. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that the ball on the field was at the feet of Everton, and it seemed It's half time!

"Ball ball, goal goal..."

Ellery looked confused. Is the assistant coach talking nervously?

But soon, all the players on the bench tremblingly pointed at the movement behind Elerrick, which also made Elerrick turn his head subconsciously.

Damn, that No. 9 dribbled the ball past halftime!

Hun Dan, who wanted to trick him into eating eel jelly, came again!

Allerike sped back to the goal as soon as he accelerated.

Donovan is in a bad mood right now. He is hugged for a direct shot, hugged for an arc shot, and hugged for a far corner shot. He has been hugged for three goals in this game! !Three shots in the woodwork, a different goalkeeper could be a hat-trick!

Now, I can only take advantage of the absence of this idiot who wandered to the sidelines away from the goal, facing an empty goal, and scoring a goal, it is a pity to think about it.

Donovan took a shot while feeling sorry for himself.

Goal into...

"The ball was held in the arms of Manchester United's No. 77 for the fourth time!!!" Andy Gray opened his mouth very wide, as if he was about to eat the entire microphone.

He is not alone. On the court, in front of the TV, and in front of the computer, there are countless people who have opened their mouths like him.

Elric Greenwald, who was still in front of the Manchester United bench just now, hugged the ball again, although this time, he didn't lift the weight as lightly as the previous three times, but took a small breath.

Well, I ran in a bit of a hurry.Alerrick thought to himself, almost missing.Subconsciously used the Misty Rain Walk (Note 1) to sprint for a short distance, otherwise it would be too late.

Ellery held the ball, curled his lips and blew because he ran a little too fast, with hair hanging down his eyes, and turned to look at the bench. Irving was already standing on the sidelines, waiting to play at any time.

"Fans and friends, I think I need to use slow motion to see what happened just now." Andy Gray wiped his glasses, "Manchester United's No. 77, who was still on the sidelines just now, seemed to be conveying tactics for Sir Alex Ferguson. Donovan didn't start running back until after halftime."

"Oh, he's fast, even in slow motion."

"Here, there is an obvious second-stage acceleration. My God, this player's speed looks so suitable for a striker! He can definitely eat opponents raw!"

The fans in front of the TV were picking up their jaws that had just dropped, while the female fans were already covering their chests because of Elleric's childish action of blowing his hair.

#It turns out that football is so beautiful, I want to watch football with my boyfriend in the future! #

#明明blowing hair is such a funny action, why does it look so pleasing to the eye! #

#I always don't understand why my father and my brother are both fans of Manchester United. Until today, I also proudly announce that I am a fan of Manchester United! #

The commentators on the court don't pay attention to whether they blow their hair or not, and whether they look good or not. As a professional and skilled commentator, Andy Gray saw Irving who was about to play.

"Mulensteen finally used up the last substitution quota, replaced a defender, and replaced Owen!"

"Indeed, Manchester United's defenders today are basically invisible. If it weren't for Elle Rico, the goal might have been scored at least 4 times."

"With less than 10 minutes left in the game, Irving came on the field. Will he use his speed and experience to make today's game even more troublesome?"

Owen, who had just raised his hand on the field, saw Eleryk as if he was about to run over to talk to him again, so scared that Owen immediately ran towards his goalkeeper.

"Owen, you go and take them all to the opposite side, and wait for the pie."

Owen looked at his goalkeeper, with a slightly childish face, but his tone of voice was firm, and he smiled involuntarily.

Owen stretched out his hand, paused for 0.5 seconds, then stood on tiptoe and touched the goalkeeper's golden hair.

"Then leave it to Al."

Elleric nodded with a grimace, watched Owen run forward, and whispered to his teammates about Sir Alex Ferguson's tactic of placing a bus in front of the opponent's door. Trembling in Manchester United's half, the remaining 2 Manchester United players have all squeezed into Everton's half, and 8 people have entered the penalty area.If it weren't for the fear that the opponent would create an anti-offside, this group of people would have stood next to the goalkeeper's face.

After seeing that his teammates were running in place, Elery caught the back pass from the defender, kicked it forward lightly, then accelerated quickly, and kicked it out with a big kick.

"Hey, Elery is going to kick the ball? In the past few goal kicks, Elery used throwing shots, but this time the return pass is actually a big kick." Andy Gray observed the movement of the ball. The line, "It can be seen that Elleric's ball is very powerful. It has already flown halfway, and it fell towards Everton's penalty area. The ball was grabbed by Manchester United's No. 24, but The top is crooked and it's at the foot of the Everton number 4."

"Everton No. 4 did not stop, Manchester United No. 13 kicked again, the ball..."

"The ball went in!!!"

Everton's goalkeeper No. 1 Nash stared blankly at the football rolling into the net, the expression on his face fully expressed 'who am I, where am I and what happened?

The fans who weren't there were staring at the slow motion. There were too many people in Everton's penalty area just now, and the ball touched too much under the feet of Everton and Manchester United, and then hit Everton's No. 9 Donovan's knee bounced into the goal.

Yes, Everton's Donovan finally scored.Donovan finally scored after four shots were blocked by Elle Rico.

Just into his own goal.

The scoreboard on the scene became 2:2, and the name of the scorer was also displayed on the big screen.

This is an own goal.

Everton fans couldn't believe it. On their own home court, their striker missed the opponent's goal four times, then just touched it and scored an own goal.

Donovan himself couldn't believe it, he actually scored a goal!He scored his own goal!

The Manchester United fans have already started cheering. Although it is only a draw, the loss is 0 points, and the draw is 2 point!Maybe at the end of the season, it is this point that determines the Premier League champion! (Note [-])

"It's really unbelievable. After a substitution, a goal was brought within 1 minute. This substitution by Meulensteen can be said to be very effective!"

"Of course, the more effective one may be the tactic passed by an old man who was watching the game."

"Although it was not a Manchester United player who scored the goal, it also gave Manchester United a sigh of relief."

"Is this Sir Alex Ferguson's off-court guidance?" Andy Gray's tone was very surprised and very emotional. A different person brought a goal. This kind of on-the-spot tactical ability is really terrible. , "But I believe everyone has not overlooked that the biggest contributor to this goal is Manchester United's No. 77."

Ellery heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, he won't lose the game. He didn't have to eat Aunt Cathy's frozen eel, and he felt alive.

#Donovan finally scored a goal...#

#He may have fear of scoring in the future#

#Distressed Donovan for a second. ... One second is up, long live Manchester United! ! ! ! #

Ellery, who came back to life, ignored the cheering teammates in the frontcourt, walked around the goal again and came to the side of the field, looking at Sir Alex Ferguson from a distance.Knowing that the ears of an old man like Ferguson would not be able to hear him in the midst of such noisy fans, Ellery expressed his thoughts intimately with gestures.

Ellery spread his left hand flat, bent his right index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, and pressed it on his left palm, then pointed at himself with a smile, and finally made a gesture of eating.

Ferguson, who had been photographed by the camera many times with an expressionless face, twitched the corners of his mouth for an instant, then waved his hand, and drove Elle Rico back to the door.

#阿拉雷可What does this gesture mean? #

#感感77号 This gesture is particularly special, 'I, the hero, feels like playing money, but the gesture is not right. #

#Upstairs inspired me, this gesture is probably 'I, xx, eat? #

#I have a brain hole, the three fingers are complete, why is it a bit like the letter m, don’t you think? #

#Is it, 'I, want to eat, McDonald's? ? ? #

Elleric, who couldn't hear the discussion, became bored again. He swayed left and right in front of the door, but no one came.

Wait, someone is here, why is it still number 9.

Hey, this ball flies a bit high, so I won't catch it.Elery watched the football fly high over the goal without even subconsciously jumping.

Seeing that the game time is coming to an end, it seems that the hearts of Everton and his teammates are scattered. Eleryk originally planned to pour the ball in the backcourt. It doesn't take so much effort. Anyway, he doesn't need to eat The eels are frozen, everything is easy to say, the world is peaceful.

But at this time, Elery could see that in the front of the midfield, there was a Manchester United player who had just come on as a substitute and hadn't run far.The man looked at him with a smile and opened his mouth, as if he was saying with his mouth, "The wind today is really noisy~"

Elery had to admit that he actually couldn't understand lip language, and was purely imagining Owen's meaning.Even if he couldn't read Irving's lips, Ellery could know that Irving was looking for a chance to shoot.

After all, when Irving was on the court just now, Eleryk told him to prepare to eat cakes.Thinking of this, Eleryk kicked the football under his feet, and kicked a goal kick to the gap in front of Owen.

Owen rides the wind and chases the ball.

I got the pie.

Mmm, it smells so good.