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Although adjustments were made, Almiron replaced Haaland, and Jota was used as a forward striker to free De Paul, but Manchester United's offensive came like a tide, and soon took the initiative on the field again.

The time has come to 70 minutes, and everyone knows that if Manchester United cannot get a goal back in the next 20 minutes, then Manchester United will miss the League Cup final!

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable result for Mourinho, who has just arrived!

Especially losing to such a team in such a way at home, it is even more unacceptable. Mourinho wants to win, all Manchester United players and all those who support Manchester United want to win.

From the 70th minute to the 75th minute, Manchester United put heavy pressure on Wolves.

During this period, the gap in hard power was also revealed.

After the 70th minute, the physical strength was in a critical stage, and the Wolves players seemed to be stretched to the limit to deal with Manchester United's attack. During this period, it was even difficult for Wolves to press the ball out of the half.

Exclamations followed one after another.

Ah! Manchester United created another good opportunity!

Ah! Manchester United failed to score again!

In the 71st minute, Manchester United's shot was fruitless.

In the 73rd minute, Manchester United's shot resulted in a corner kick.

In the 75th minute, Manchester United made a cross and Rooney headed the ball.

In the 76th minute.

Rojo made a 45-degree cross from the left position in front of the center line and blasted diagonally into the penalty area. This has happened many times. Coady was a little out of breath, and in front of him, Rooney, who had just come on the court, was full of energy.

Coady gritted his teeth and stuck to Rooney again, but how could Rooney bear to have a big man behind him? Rooney secretly pushed back with his elbow, and Coady grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to complain to the referee now.

Because Rooney did it very secretly, the referee hadn't blown the whistle yet, probably because he didn't see it.

Coady was distracted, and at this second, Rojo passed the ball!

"Rooney jumped high, this ball was not shot, but rubbed from behind! He rubbed it to... Lingard! Lingard is in the penalty area, he received the ball now, he is facing Martinez and ready to shoot!"

"Lingard volleyed! Dias flew to block! The ball flew out of the baseline, but what happened? Lingard raised his arms high, he seemed to be complaining about something, we saw that the referee had seen this situation, he had already blown the whistle."

"Penalty? Penalty, penalty!! The referee pointed to the penalty spot!"

"Impossible, I, I didn't touch it." Dias rushed to the referee in a hurry, shaking his hands to show that he didn't touch the ball with his hands at all!

"I swear, I swear to God, I can't, I can't..." Ruben Dias almost cried.

"I saw it clearly, and the assistant referee saw it clearly, and I won't change the penalty." Referee Jonathan Moss shook his head firmly and pushed Ruben Dias away.

Ruben Dias suddenly felt dizzy.

He knew, he touched it. Yes, in that state, he had to open his arms to keep his balance, and the elbow of his left arm just blocked Lingard's shot.

Ruben Dias almost suffocated.

He had nothing to argue, everything was so certain. After being pushed away by the referee, he stood outside the crowd and watched everything happening in front of him woodenly.

He saw Rooney and Lingard high-five with a smile, saw Martinez roaring at the referee, and watched the referee walk over to him and take out a yellow card.

Fortunately, it was not a red card.

Ruben Dias' mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Penalty, yes, penalty.

"From the perspective of the TV broadcast, there is nothing wrong with this ball. Although Ruben Dias's arms were curled up, they actually expanded his defensive area."

"I believe Ruben Dias must not have done it on purpose, but this ball... is indeed a penalty kick, which is an unquestionable penalty."

"The game time has come to the 76th minute, a penalty kick. Will this penalty change the course of the game? We don't know, but if this penalty kick goes in, Ruben Dias will definitely face a lot of pressure after the game."

It's my problem, I didn't do it well. Ruben Dias walked aimlessly on the football field. If it weren't for his reason insisting that he stand, he seemed to be about to lie down.

He felt like a lump in his throat.

Because Wolves can't go to Wembley, all because of Ruben Dias' handball.

Ruben, Ruben.

"Reuben, Reuben!"

Someone is calling Ruben Dias.

Who is it?

Ruben Dias looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of the sound, but everything was noisy.

SuddenlySuddenly, two powerful hands grabbed, or rather, grasped, Diaz's shoulders.

"Wake up, look at me, Ruben, look at me."

Martinez said loudly to Ruben Diaz with a grin.

"Don't let your eyes blur, focus, and look at me."

"Okay, okay." Ruben Diaz blinked and looked at Martinez who was close in front of him. Martinez still held Ruben Diaz's shoulders with his slightly slippery gloves.

"Ruben, I'm in good shape today." Ruben Diaz could see Martinez's eyes flashing, "Just watch for a while."

"Look at me rushing out, I will rush out for him. Do you hear me? Nod if you hear me!"

Martinez muttered loudly, not knowing whether he was talking to Ruben or to himself. Ruben Diaz listened to him and nodded heavily.

"Look, I'm in great shape today!" Martinez laughed loudly at Ruben Dias' face, then he let go of Ruben Dias and walked towards his battlefield.

The crowd had dispersed, and now Rooney was standing in front of the penalty spot.

Martinez did not interfere with Rooney. He changed his usual noise and walked quietly and slowly to the goal line.

I must save it, I must save it.

I want to enter the League Cup final, I want to go to Wembley, so I must save it.

Ruben Dias stood at the top of the penalty area, just behind Rooney. That's why he met Martinez's eyes again.

Martinez looked at Ruben Dias's somewhat melancholy face and smiled even brighter.

I must save this ball, I must save it.

Martinez could no longer tell whether he was silently reciting it in his heart or had already said it unconsciously. The broadcast camera captured the face of the young goalkeeper, his lips moving as if he was praying.

But at this moment, he did not pray for God's blessing.

Rooney raised his head and met Martinez's eyes. He saw Martinez staring at him. Rooney has seen many players and played many games, but today.

He felt the hot gaze, as if he was not facing Martinez, but a tiger.

Rooney frowned, which could not affect his mentality, and he lowered his head again.

Beep--

The referee blew the whistle, and the whistle sounded particularly harsh at Old Trafford.

Rooney took the first step firmly.

Martinez squinted and stared at Rooney's every step.

I want to go to Wembley, we want to go to Wembley.

So I have to jump out!

Rooney took the last step, and Martinez could vaguely see that Rooney's center of gravity was biased to Rooney's own left side.

Left!

I have to jump out!

Martinez closed his eyes, and his muscles almost reflexively drove him to take a step forward, and then flew to the lower right corner of the goal!

He felt the solid pain from the impact of the football on his palm.

He heard the sound of the football hitting the billboard behind the goal.

So Martinez opened his eyes, turned his head, and there was nothing in the goal.

"Rooney missed the shot!!!"