The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 370 You Can Always Trust Gaio (Part 1)
The cheers and shouts of celebration at Old Trafford rose and fell.

Enduring.

The VIP spotlight fell on Ferguson's shoulder. He wasn't as wild as the fans in the stands. After all, he was a veteran manager who had coached the team for 27 years, and he had that much composure.

But there was still a hint of a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. His hands were folded in front of him, and his knuckles were no longer as tense as before.

He will not forget the game at Anfield three weeks ago.

In the third round of the league, he sat in the stands and watched Liverpool tear Manchester United's defense to shreds, the six goals hitting him hard.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

That was a rare moment of loss of composure for him since his retirement; his mind was filled with images of the team's defense being overwhelmed and the players looking dejected.

He longs to return to coaching.

But it's different now.

His gaze fell on the field, where Manchester United, who had been stunned at Anfield, had finally regained their fighting spirit at home in Old Trafford against the same opponent.

People nearby gathered around and remarked, "That was a brilliant counterattack."

Ferguson nodded, his voice low but clear: "Much better than back in Anfield."

As he said this, he glanced back at the arena.

Manchester United players are running back into position, their defensive formation is tight, and the panic of three weeks ago is gone.

This time,
Ferguson's smile never faded.

drop!
The referee blew his whistle, but the game continued.

"The current situation is somewhat unfavorable for Liverpool. Rodgers needs to figure out how to get the team's attack going. Right now, Liverpool seems unable to attack effectively and unable to defend properly."

The narration came from the TV in the Boots Bar, the screen of which was blindingly bright.

This score.

This scene made the air in the entire tavern feel heavy and oppressive.

Only the sound of old George wiping glasses behind the bar never stopped; the cotton cloth brushed against the glass, making a soft, rustling sound that seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere around them.

On TV.

The game has restarted.

When Sakho was defending, he missed his man again, allowing Chicharito to make another run into the penalty area and take a shot.

If it weren't for Stettel's timely blockade...

Another goal conceded!

This broke the tavern's dullness.

"Damn! Is this defense line made of paper? They're playing with fire again!"

At the table near the front, Ted suddenly stood up, his face full of resentment, the handle of his beer glass almost crushed in his hand.

He pointed to the replay of Chicharito's shot on the screen.

His voice was louder than a TV commentator's: "Is this all the new guy's defensive awareness? He can't even keep an eye on a grown man! How could he leave someone open like that?! Standing there like a wooden stake? Like he has no eyes! Did Rogers teach them? Did he teach them how to leave people open?"

The fans at the next table nodded in agreement.

Others joined in the angry outcry, "This defense line is absolutely ridiculous! Even old Jack, who's paralyzed in our village, isn't this leaky!"

Old George stopped wiping the glass and slowly said, "Ted, sit down and have a drink. Back when we lost to Everton by three goals, Shankly was still chewing gum and laughing on the sidelines. Why are you in such a hurry?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Liverpool players with their heads down on the TV. "The defense has been prone to rashness for a long time, but no matter how urgent it is, you still have to watch the whole game."

"Watch the whole thing? If I keep watching, I'll be stuffed like a sieve!"

Ted didn't sit down; instead, he leaned forward and poked Rodgers on the screen with his finger. "Look at him! Standing on the sidelines like a block of wood! The full-strength team was dominated by Manchester United's half-subs for over ten minutes, and they didn't even have a decent counter-attack! What kind of nonsense is his tactical plan? Before, they won because of Gaio, but now that Gaio's connection with his teammates has been disrupted, he's no good! Rodgers, get out of here! He's not suited for Liverpool at all!"

Someone nearby chimed in, "And Suarez! He's like he's lost his soul since he came back from suspension. The way he was tackled just now, he was so weak, like he hadn't eaten!"

Ted immediately chimed in, his anger flaring: "Absolutely! He never used to lose possession so easily! His form has been completely ruined by the suspension! Without him causing trouble up front, Gaio has it even harder. Look how tired Gaio was just now! Who passed him the ball in midfield? Gerrard had to defend and attack at the same time, he was overwhelmed! Is the club blind? Didn't they know to buy a decent midfielder?"

Old George sighed softly, turning the cleaned glass upside down on the bar. "Buying players isn't that easy. When I was watching football, teams also had days when they had no midfielders. They just had to tough it out."

Ted was stunned for a moment, "How can that be the same? In the current situation, if we keep dragging this on, we won't even be able to get into the Europa League!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Manchester United launched another attack after taking a corner kick on television, and the chatter in the pub instantly rose.

Ted couldn't help but shout again, "Look! They're coming up again! The center-back is still retreating! He's asking for trouble!"

Old George didn't try to persuade him further, but slowly wiped the next glass. The sound of the cotton cloth rubbing against the glass became a rare moment of tranquility in the fiery tavern.

The wind outside the window swirled fallen leaves, and the sounds of cursing and sighing from inside the pub mingled with the television commentary, filling the room with the smell of beer.

The unfinished game was making me incredibly anxious.

Equally anxious.

And Abdullah.

He and David Dunn sat in a box at Old Trafford, watching with furrowed brows.

After a fantastic start to the league season.

Other teams are increasingly finding problems with Liverpool's lineup, and they are finding it increasingly difficult to play in recent matches.

This incident simply brought all the problems to the forefront.

Abdullah leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his knuckles unconsciously digging into the sofa armrests.

on the field,
Liverpool players were clustered in their own half, retreating to defend, while Manchester United's passes were circling around the midfield, giving them very few opportunities to even touch the ball.

"What exactly are they kicking?"

He sat up abruptly, his tone a mixture of displeasure and impatience, "Even I, who don't understand football, can see it clearly: we're completely crushed."

He pointed at the Liverpool players who were scrambling back, and raised his voice a little, "How can this be? We have to keep buying players! There's not even one player in midfield who can win the ball, and the defense is so weak it'll break at the slightest touch. If this continues, we'll end up with nothing this season, and we won't even be able to compete in European competitions?"

David Dunn sat next to him.

His tone remained relatively stable. "I've already thought about what you said last time. The list is basically finalized. I just had preliminary discussions with the two clubs last week. Both candidates are capable of filling gaps immediately and won't be delayed for too long. As soon as the winter transfer window opens, they can transfer immediately."

Abdullah's brow furrowed less, and he snorted, "Once it's decided, get on with it quickly, don't dawdle! Money isn't the issue, the key is that it has to be effective."

Dunn nodded. "Don't worry, I have a clear strategy for recruiting players this time, and it will definitely be different."

Abdullah then asked, "What about the coach? I don't like him."

He pointed towards Liverpool's coaching bench.

He really doesn't like Rogers.

He disliked both his speaking style and his competitive style.

In his opinion, Rogers was too soft, practically a guy who surrendered before the game.

Abdullah also reads Liverpool fan forums.

People don't have a very good impression of Rogers.

Dunn nodded slightly.

Actually, he had a very suitable candidate in mind in terms of competition, his old friend. Dunn couldn't even imagine what kind of achievements he could make if he could really give his old friend a transfer budget at will.

unfortunately,

This is practically impossible to accomplish.

So he has a second option, which was mentioned by Gai when they were talking. Gai casually said, "Dortmund's style is very good. They even won the Champions League runner-up last season. I think their squad depth is not enough, but their tactics are definitely not a problem."

This made him notice the German coach.

Dunn looked at Abdullah, "I have someone in mind, and we're currently in contact. It might be a bit difficult." Abdullah frowned, "What difficulties can't money solve?"

"Don't be so stingy in the future. When poaching players, be willing to pay. Don't haggle over a few million euros. What we want to see is a team that's ready to be formed as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Abdullah suddenly stopped.

Shh! ! !
The stadium erupted in boos!

"They're in a panic! Liverpool are in a panic!"

"Go back to Anfield! This is not a place for you to run wild!"

Tens of thousands of fans booed the crowd, while those in the front row waved and hurled insults.

On the field.

Liverpool's attacking opportunities.

When Gerrard finally passed the ball to Gaio, Gaio received it on the wing.

With a feint, he directly shifted Büttner's center of gravity.

Even after being beaten, the opponent turned around and kicked Gaio in the shin!
The referee immediately called a foul.

But no cards were given.

Gaio simply shoved Buttner aside.

After a string of friendly greetings in French, Gaio stared straight at Buttner and said in English, "Get the hell to be clean!"

Buttner is Dutch and understands a little French.

He knew perfectly well that Gaia was insulting him, and immediately confronted Gaia head-on, about to say, "Kid."

Henderson, however, rushed in from behind and shoved him in the chest with his right hand.

Butner staggered back two steps.

Evans immediately stepped forward and grabbed Henderson's arm: "What are you doing? Want to fight?"

Henderson broke free of his arm, pointed at Buttner's nose, and said, "You've already been through the wringer and you still want to kick him? You clearly wanted to cripple him! You dirty bastard!"

This completely ignited the powder keg.

Liverpool's full-back José Enrique rushed up and was still pointing at the referee, arguing with him.

Shinji Kagawa of Manchester United stood in front of Buttner, and he and Henderson shoved each other chest to chest.

Gerrard reached out to separate the crowd, but Rooney nudged his shoulder with his elbow. Gerrard frowned and placed his hand on Rooney's arm.

The referee quickly came over and separated the people.

At the same time, he pulled out a yellow card.

They pointed at Gaio and Buttner, giving each of them a card; not giving Henderson one was considered lenient.

He was afraid of igniting even more anger among the Liverpool players.

This situation.

It's also a tricky situation for the referee.

The Reds-Reds match is never easy.

The situation improved slightly after the yellow card was issued.

Gaio immediately pushed Henderson aside, saying, "Don't waste time with them! Let's finish the game first!"

His purpose has been achieved.

When the opponent has cards, you will naturally be more cautious when defending, which can be seen as indirectly reducing the defensive pressure on yourself.

Before the situation could calm down, Giggs walked to a position where the Liverpool players could see him, slowly raised his right hand, straightened two fingers, and curled the other three.

This is what happened.

Gaio, on the contrary, laughed.

Therefore,
Is Giggs retaliating against Gerrard's "five fingers" in the last game?
It's nothing but a clumsy imitation.

Does Manchester United really think they have this game all under their belt?
Gaio composed himself and walked to his seat.

He kept looking for weaknesses in Manchester United's defense and was also trying to create opportunities. In football, the final victory belongs to those who remain calm and seize their chances.

Liverpool's set piece.

However, since the location was quite far, it was just a normal tee shot.

now.

The boos at Old Trafford continue to spread.

In the broadcast booth.

Seeing his old friend Giggs's actions, Gary Neville laughed and said, "That's the kind of Manchester United we should be doing!"
I've said it before, I absolutely hate Liverpool's sore loser attitude!
They panic as soon as they fall behind, and when they panic, they try to make up for it by shouting and making moves. They don't look like a strong team at all.

Did they think they could beat Manchester United after winning at Anfield last time?

What now?
Ryan just stood there, quiet and unassuming, raising his hand in a gesture that was more effective than any argument from the entire team, because behind it was a 2-0 score, the scene of Manchester United dominating them, something they couldn't erase no matter how much they argued!

Don't give me that Büttner made a big move, and don't give me that the referee didn't show a card!
Liverpool's problem isn't that at all!
The midfield can't hold the ball, the defense can't hold its position, the forwards can't make runs, and they get flustered at the slightest challenge – that's the real problem!
Ryan's move simply made this obvious fact even clearer to them: you're just behind, you can't beat them, you're helpless!

My feud with Liverpool is nothing new. I can't stand seeing them smug, and I especially can't stand them making excuses after losing!

The current situation on the field is the best proof that even with half a substitute, Manchester United can still outmaneuver their full-strength squad.

Ryan's action was not a provocation, but a reminder.

Remind them that at Old Trafford, against Manchester United, they'll never stand a chance, and I'm waiting to see them lose completely!

but,

Just when he finished speaking.

Wow!

A gasp erupted from Old Trafford!
Liverpool's set piece moved to the right flank, where Gaião received the ball, made a slight adjustment, and then accelerated inside.

He and Suarez, who had dropped back to receive the pass, executed a brilliant one-two pass!

This smooth teamwork, coupled with Gaio's instant acceleration, allowed him to shake off Buttner and Kagawa's defense.

Cut into the restricted area!

This move immediately triggered the Manchester United fans at Old Trafford, just like Gaião had done in the last game!

And this French genius has once again plunged into the most dangerous area!
When Gaio cut into the penalty area, Evans quickly marked him, knowing he couldn't give Gaio any space.

however,
Within this confined space, Gaio's ball-handling ability is absolutely top-notch!

The moment Evans caught up, Gaio lowered his shoulder, feigning a cut from the left, but Evans quickly moved to the right to block him.

Immediately afterwards, Gaio's gaze swept towards Suarez's running direction, and at the same time, he gently flicked the ball with his foot, as if he was about to send out a through pass at the next moment.

This series of feints completely fooled Evans!

The Manchester United center-back hastily made a tackle to intercept the ball the moment he lost his balance, but Gaio seized the opportunity and gently flicked the ball with his ankle, meeting Evans' ankle.

Their ankles touched.

"what!"

Gaio yelled and fell to the ground in the penalty area.

He clutched his ankle.

Keep hitting the ground!
(End of this chapter)