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The goal kick was kicked out.

De Gea's long pass fell to the midfield, and there were only five minutes left.

"I'll do it!" Fellaini almost flew up, and headed the ball to his right side, and Damian received the ball. Damian used his chest to cushion the ball and stopped in front of him. He observed the situation in front of him, but found that he was in front of him.

Wolves blocked Damian's space to pass the ball.

Damian could only pass it back to Smalling who came to meet him. Smalling made a long pass to the left, and Rojo received the ball in a relatively forward position.

Rojo passed it directly to Pogba.

"White hair, watch out for white hair!" Rodri shouted beside him, and Pogba's mouth twitched when he heard it.

Facing De Paul who came to press, Pogba pushed the ball to the right, and then passed it to the front court to the left.

Rooney retreated to meet the ball, he held Coady, turned his back to the goal, and passed the ball horizontally to Mkhitaryan. Mkhitaryan then began to cut inside, which was his characteristic and what Mourinho wanted him to do now - break through.

Doherty was out of breath, he really couldn't catch up with Mkhitaryan.

Mkhitaryan was almost parallel to the baseline, dribbling the ball horizontally, approaching the top of the penalty area. Rodri rushed back and saw Mkhitaryan dribbling the ball one step out, ready to shoot from a distance!

Rodri stretched his foot from behind Mkhitaryan to try to break the ball, but Mkhitaryan was still one step faster! But this ball didn't seem to be a shot, but...

Coady felt the ball slip between his legs, he looked back and saw Rooney caught the ball in the penalty area!

Rooney stumbled two steps, Mkhitaryan's pass was too powerful.

Then he glanced at the other side of the penalty area, and then glanced at Martinez in front of him.

Martinez was waiting for the second when Rooney rushed into the small penalty area, and he was ready to attack and intercept! And Rooney was still dribbling forward!

The angle was too small! Rooney glanced at the other side of the penalty area, and it seemed that a red figure flashed past!

Rooney chose to cross the ball!

Martinez's heart sank, and he stood too far forward. The ball slipped past him, almost sliding along the small penalty area line. If someone caught the ball at this position...

Martinez turned around, and Lingard shoveled towards the ball! But Martinez was powerless!

Martinez gambled and flew out, hoping that he could feel the ball hitting his body!

In front of Martinez, Lingard's hideous face was clearly visible, and beside Lingard, a yellow figure flashed by! The football slipped past Martinez's hand...

Martinez's heartbeat almost stopped.

Boom! Bang!

Old Trafford fell into a dead silence for a second.

"The ball...didn't go in!" Martin Taylor took a deep breath. "Lingard shot from such a close distance outside the small penalty area but didn't hit the goal! This shouldn't happen! What happened?"

"It turned out to be Ruben Dias! Ruben Dias shoveled out first, and Lingard's shot bounced on Ruben's feet first, and then flew out of the field!"

"He saved the team! After Martinez, Ruben Dias made up for the mistake he just made!"

"Fuck! Awesome!" Martinez slapped Ruben Dias on the chest, and Ruben Dias opened his eyes with a grin.

"Didn't go in?"

"Didn't go in!!"

Ruben Dias lay on the ground in a "big" shape. And beside him, Lingard stood there, covering his mouth with an unbelievable look.

The ball was actually destroyed! It didn't go in!

This was a shot five meters away from the goal! But it was ruined by the man lying on the ground next to him!

Ruben Dias sat up and grinned. He did it.

"Lingard wasted another chance! There are still 3 minutes left before the end of the regular time! Mkhitaryan's corner kick was cleared!"

"Wolves launched a counterattack, and the two sides were in a fierce battle in the midfield..."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The fourth official raised the number plate.

Three minutes of injury time. This is a regular injury time, but Old Trafford broke out in a booing. Maybe they were complaining about why Manchester United was given so little time.

Looking at Mourinho's solemn face, I don't know how many people remembered the red-nosed old man who used to chew gum. When he left, when will Manchester United get back on track?

Mourinho is the most special one, but will he be the most correct one?

Manchester United fans don't know, no one knows.

In the last few minutes, the ball was controlled by Wolves, who were passing the ball in the backcourt, while Manchester United seemed to beAlmost lost the desire to press at the last moment. Wolves were almost training their passing at Old Trafford.

Old Trafford erupted with even louder boos.

I don't know whether it was booing the Wolves players or the Manchester United players.

When the referee blew the final three long whistles, there was some applause mixed in the boos, and in the uproar, the whistle was so harsh.

Rooney stood there, while Lingard had already sat on the ground. Pogba wandered around the field aimlessly, and De Gea pursed his lips and said nothing.

Opposite them, Wolves had become a sea of ​​jubilation. The players were ready at the last moment, not only the players on the field, but also the substitutes off the field. Haaland even stood up, holding the railing of the Old Trafford bench, ready for a "run-up".

The second the whistle sounded, even though the second long whistle had not yet been blown, the Wolves players were already jubilant, and they rushed onto the field!

Jota and Almiron hugged each other. They waved to De Paul and Van der Beck, and the two of them came around with their arms around each other's shoulders. More people rushed over to them, and they hugged each other in the center of Old Trafford!

Before the whistle was blown, Wei Le had already walked to Mourinho's seat. Perhaps knowing that the game would no longer be suspenseful, Mourinho also walked down and shook hands in advance.

"I may not be able to take care of this side in a while, so..." Wei Le meant that he might participate in the celebration in a while and would not be able to take care of shaking hands with Mourinho.

"I understand." Mourinho nodded expressionlessly, shook hands with Wei Le, then let go and turned to look at the court. They did not communicate more.

Wei Le walked to his own area, and Mourinho turned around and looked at Wei Le's back, without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

"...Although you are very young, if you play football as a player, it would be a waste of talent." Mourinho muttered to himself. He turned back expressionlessly and looked at the Manchester United players running on the field.

This was his first year at Manchester United.

He thought his team could do better and go further.

But a team from the English Championship blocked their progress.

Mourinho didn't want to accept the failure so calmly. This was not Mourinho's style. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was still the most special one when he returned to the British Isles.

But at least he couldn't take out the chips in the League Cup.

And Mourinho didn't want to give up the Europa League.

Wolves? Mourinho squinted at the words "Wolverhampton Wanderers" on the scoreboard.

See you next year.