The Strongest Demon Front

The first half of the game is over.

The score is 1:1.

Players from both teams returned to the locker room.

After a short fifteen-minute break, they will continue with the second half.

...

In the Manchester United dressing room.

De Gea passed Chu Ge with gloves on his shoulders.

He glanced over his shoulder.

Chu Ge is giving Martial blood.

"...It's cool to break through for a while, and it's always cool to keep breaking through."

"Boldly rushing forward in the second half, we will destroy Liverpool's defense together and let them know who is the real master in this stadium!"

What a sophomore...

De Gea smiled and raised his forehead.

"Such a chicken blood in the second grade, it's only a ghost if it can be effective."

De Gea was thinking in his heart, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved.

Chu Ge continued to communicate with Martial, and Martial lowered his head and said nothing, like a dull gourd.

"In the first half you always retreated to defend. Does it work? The effect is mediocre, right? You should feel it yourself, right?"

"Let me tell you, Anthony (Martial), the Liverpool team is just like us, with strong offense and weak defense. It is basically impossible for us to rely on defense to win them. To win this game, we must Make a fuss about offense."

"When they defend, they will mainly guard against my right side. Your side is relatively empty. What you have to do is to press more boldly, advance more with the ball, and break through more with the ball to put pressure on them , it’s best to blast their defenses. They don’t focus on marking you, they just look down on you, can you bear this? I can’t bear it, I must let them see how good I am!”

"Besides, to be honest, the team's defense is more than you, and you are less than a lot. Anyway, if you go back to defend, you can't change their fate of scoring goals. If you don't believe me, ask De Gea. He has a game this season. Got the zero goal bonus?"

cough!

hear here,

De Gea almost slipped his feet and turned 360 degrees on the spot.

Brother, can you blame me for losing the ball?

De Gea looked at Chu Ge with resentment, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

At this time, Martial spoke.

"What you said... seems to make sense."

De Gea: ...

At this time.

Ferguson also walked into the locker room.

Obviously, he also heard what Chu Ge and Martial said just now.

Ferguson gave Chu Ge an angry and funny look.

He lightly kicked Chu Ge's ass.

"Boy, when is it your turn to arrange the team's tactics. Are you drifting, or am I unable to lift the hair dryer?"

Chu Ge laughed, moved flexibly, avoided Ferguson's leather boots, and shouted: "I am wronged! I just communicate with Anthony to facilitate the cooperation in the second half. That's all, I don't have any other ideas."

Ferguson didn't bother to pay attention.

He walked up to Martial and patted Martial on the shoulder, "In the second half, when the team retreats, you still need to come back. However, Chu is right, you don't need to retreat so deep. The chances are still attacking. Don't worry too much, be more confident and play the way you play in training, Liverpool defenders are nothing special."

Ferguson encouraged Martial a few words.

Marshall nodded silently.

immediately.

Ferguson called the team together.

In response to some situations that occurred in the first half, the head coach made some targeted arrangements.

After Ferguson finished speaking, Chu Ge took the initiative to walk to Ferguson's side.

"In the second half, you can let Paul (Pogba) go to Martial's side to support Martial and enhance the offensive on the left. Liverpool certainly would not have thought of such an adjustment, maybe it will have a good effect. Moreover, I talked with Paul, he is most used to the left midfield position, he can play better in that position."

Chu Ge made suggestions to the head coach.

Ferguson glanced at Chu Ge, "Paul went to the left, what about you?"

Chu Ge waved his fist, and said confidently: "I am enough to blow up Liverpool!"

Ferguson gave Chu Ge a funny look, "Speak human."

"Uh... I think, anyway, Liverpool has been hoarding defenders to defend me in the first half. It doesn't make much difference whether Paul is there or not. However, if the left offensive is opened, it may be more helpful to me." Chu Ge scratched his head and said.

Ferguson thought for a while, "What you said also has some truth. However, if Paul goes to the left, it may still be a bit unsafe to rely on you alone."

"Then you can observe it, find a suitable opportunity, and change someone to help me. Whether it is Juan (Mata) or Wayne (Rooney), they can play this role. By the way, Wayne is far beyond Sir Charlton's scoring record is only one goal away. If Wayne becomes the top scorer in history in today's double red meeting, it will be very cool." Chu Ge laughed.

Ferguson laughed too.

indeed.

As Chu Ge said, it would be very interesting if Rooney scored a goal against Liverpool and became the player with the most goals in the history of the club.

"Let's talk about it depending on the situation. Our priority is to win the game, and things like breaking records follow the trend and don't force it."

Ferguson remained calm.

Chu Ge nodded, expressing his understanding.

"That's it for now, I'll talk to Paul later." Ferguson patted Chu Ge's shoulder, turned and left.

He didn't go very far.

Before I found Pogba, I met Rooney first.

"Boss." Rooney took the initiative to greet Ferguson.

Ferguson stopped and looked at Rooney.

"I heard what you and Chu said just now." Rooney touched his head and found that the hair he planted seemed to be a little bald again.

Ferguson looked at Rooney and said nothing, he knew that Rooney must have something to say.

"I know that my performance this season is mediocre, and my state has declined a bit quickly... Therefore, the most important thing in this game is to win the game, regardless of my record breaking."

Rooney lowered his head and said.

He was a little reluctant to say such a thing.

but.

He has no other choice.

Since leaving Everton for Manchester United at the age of nineteen, he has spent twelve years here.

Twelve years is a very long process, enough for a green youth to grow up, grow, and mature.

During this period, Rooney has experienced many, some glory, but also some failures. In the end, he wore the captain's armband of Manchester United. The word Manchester United has been integrated into his blood, and red has become his only belief.

In today's game, Rooney very much hopes that he can play.

He still hopes that he is still the protagonist of Manchester United, just like the previous twelve seasons.

However.

Rooney himself knows that with the growth of newcomers such as Chu Ge and Martial, and the decline of his own state and body, today's Manchester United is no longer a Manchester United with him at its core. For the sake of the team's performance and the future of the team, Rooney must accept rotation and even the status of a substitute.

Even though he is not reconciled, but for his beloved team, Rooney can only choose this way.

After hearing Chu Ge's suggestion that Ferguson let him play, Rooney had mixed feelings.

He thought a lot.

But in the end, he still needs to show his attitude to the head coach.

The interests of the team are above all else.

Even if it is only one step away from the historic record, in order to win the game, Rooney would rather give up.

After hearing Rooney's words, Ferguson also felt a little complicated for a moment.

He watched Rooney grow from a young genius to a team leader, and then to today's team veteran. He knew how proud Rooney was and how difficult it was for Rooney to say those words. .

Ferguson patted Rooney on the shoulder.

"Wayne, you've always been an integral part of the team. On and off the court. If I put you on the court, it must mean that's the best choice for the team. You need to do , is to make the best preparations for possible opportunities, and there is no need to think about other things.”

Rooney nodded silently.

Just as Ferguson was about to turn around, Rooney suddenly said another sentence.

"I think Chu Ting has the potential to be the captain. Whether it's ability or attitude."

"Next season, let him be the captain."

Ferguson heard the words, did not speak, just looked into Rooney's eyes.

Rooney looked at Ferguson calmly, his eyes were extremely pure.

"Have you really decided not to stay for another year?"

"Well. Sometimes it's better to love to leave. I believe that's the best choice for me and for Manchester United."

Ferguson was silent.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

Rooney is old.

He is also old.

The past time really cannot go back.

"This topic, we will talk about it at the end of the season."

Gently patted Rooney on the shoulder, Ferguson turned and left.

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