Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 291 Can't we have some peace and quiet? Manchester United plus Mourinho, Arsenal's nightmare! Shattered! Hat-trick!

"Last season you said that we have always respected Wenger, even though he hasn't won a title in many years, but you haven't received the same treatment. What are your thoughts on Arsenal now?"

At the pre-match press conference, the English media, who have always disliked Mourinho, have been exchanging barbs with him since the beginning of the millennium and continue to be at odds with him.

Mourinho gave the reporter who asked the question a cold look.

He then said, "I don't think it matters because I'm not playing against the opposing coach; the two sides are my team and his team."

"Moreover, Arsenal has spent so much in the last two seasons. Wenger once thought I was a nouveau riche who only knew how to improve the team's overall strength by spending money."

"Now it seems he's become just like me."

Mourinho ostensibly changed the subject, but in reality he was still mocking Wenger.

"Manchester United's recent performance has been poor, with a 7-point gap between them and Arsenal, and the league has only reached its 12th round. What are Manchester United's goals for this season?"

The reporter continued to ask questions.

"The league is less than halfway through, and everyone thinks Arsenal can win the title. To put it bluntly, our goal is also the league title."

"Because I'm not the kind of coach who gets fourth place and then expects to achieve something in the FA Cup."

Mourinho's cold expression was full of arrogance.

A madman, a madman, can be loved and hated by countless people, naturally possessing an extreme personal charisma.

Another conference room.

"We just need to prove ourselves on the field, not at press conferences."

Wenger simply said one thing.

Half an hour later in the players' tunnel, Qin Ming was startled to see that the Manchester United players were all glaring at him fiercely.

"Have I become public enemy number one?"

He asked the caddie next to him.

"To them, you are public enemy number one, but to us!"

The youngster from Arsenal's youth academy chuckled, "You're a national idol!"

"She has high emotional intelligence!"

Qin Ming gave a thumbs up, "The jersey is yours when you turn around!"

He likes children who can talk.

After chatting with the caddie for a while, Pogba, Rashford, Martial, and the others next to him noticed that Qin Ming wasn't responding to their gazes and thought he had been scared by them.

"Mr. Ninety Million Pounds, look here!"

A Sky Sports photographer raised his camera and shouted.

Before Qin Ming could react, Pogba revealed a mysterious smile and looked up at the deep-set camera.

But the next second his smile froze on his face.

Because the photographer's camera was pointed directly at Qin Ming.

"Hello everyone!"

Qin Ming smiled and nodded.

"Am I not a £90 million man? My transfer fee is £91 million! I am the most expensive player in world football!"

Pogba is no different from a child; what he hates most is being ignored.

Moreover, the photographer's behavior was tantamount to saying that he didn't deserve his status.

This differential treatment drove him almost to madness.

"What a terrible temper!"

The photographer muttered to himself, but still managed a smile and raised his camera. He didn't even focus, just randomly pressed the shutter a few times.

"Didn't I break the transfer record?"

Pogba persisted, angrily questioning Martial.

"Can you please be quiet?"

Qin Ming discovered that the football industry also has many oddballs, such as the overconfident Bendtner and the immature Pogba, who all have quite a few psychological problems.

No wonder they can pull off so many outrageous moves.

For example, he hired a samurai to curse Mbappe, saying he only thought about offense and not defense, and that Ferguson ruined his mother, etc.

Qin Ming hates this kind of person the most.

Moreover, the noise around him was unbearable, so he spoke up to quiet Pogba down.

"Who do you think you are, daring to tell me how to do things?"

Pogba instantly exploded, "My transfer fee is higher than yours!"

"Taller than me?!"

Qin Ming scoffed, turned around, and said, "Only one goal in 11 Premier League matches? No goals in three Europa League games? I think you're not the world's most expensive transfer player, but the world's biggest flop!"

Qin Ming doesn't usually swear, but that doesn't mean he can't speak properly.

in contrast.

He's very good at talking.

Leaning slightly, Qin Ming raised his chin, his face full of sarcasm, "You think you can build the team around you? Don't you even know if you're good enough?"

"Qin is amazing!" Morata's eyes lit up.

He believed that Qin Ming was on the third level, but actually had a deeper purpose: to provoke him!

That's right!

It would be very beneficial for Manchester United to drive their playmakers to madness.

why?
Unlike forwards and defenders, midfielders need to remain calm at all times. Therefore, even though De Bruyne has a bad temper, he tries his best to control his emotions.

But clearly Pogba is not that kind of person.

He was being dragged along by Herrera and Carrick, who pointed at Qin Ming's nose and yelled, "What right do you have to talk to me like that? I'm a midfielder and you're a striker. Comparing our goal tallies is unfair to me!"

"So what do you want to compete in?"

Morata stood up proudly. As the number one supporting player after Giroud was squeezed out, he knew Qin Ming's stats by heart. "Qin averages 3.2 key passes per game with a pass completion rate of 87%, and 8.1 points on Whoscored. What about you!"

"My average per game—" Pogba was about to announce his stats when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His stats in the first 11 rounds of this season were very poor, otherwise he wouldn't have been called a "hundred-million-yuan flop".

"Alright, what's there to argue about? Let's see on the field!"

Ibrahimovic coldly interrupted the argument.

Actually, he's indifferent to Pogba either; he just stole a penalty from him in October, which he hasn't scored yet.

If it were a younger version of myself, I probably would have thrown Pogba upside down into the trash can long ago.

However, since this was his teammate, he certainly couldn't reprimand him in public.

"Don't bring your emotions onto the field!"

Referee Marina frowned. The match hadn't even started and they were already arguing. It seemed like he would have to tighten his standards today.

"rest assured."

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, while Pogba remained silent, but the anger and resentment in his eyes indicated that this matter was not over yet.

Both teams' players walked out of the tunnel in silence, even though their national team teammates were on the other side.

It's a club match now.

Moreover, since the captain had fallen out with the opponent, they naturally knew which side to stand on, and even Kanté didn't even glance at him.

"LeSports! LeSports!"

"We are now broadcasting live the 17th round of the 2016-12 Premier League season!"

Manchester United host Arsenal!

"Let me first introduce the starting lineups for both teams!"

"Mourinho opted for the same 4-2-3-1 formation as Wenger, with De Gea in goal!"

"Defenders: Valencia, Phil Jones, Rojo, Darmian!"

Midfielders: Carrick, Herrera!

Midfielders: Rashford, Pogba, Martial!

Forward: Zlatan Ibrahimovic!

"Arsenal's lineup hasn't changed much, but Qin Ming and Sanchez have switched positions, with Qin Ming starting as the right winger today!"

"I wonder what kind of effect Wenger's special arrangements will have?"

Zhan Jun explained.

The Sky Sports broadcast room was buzzing with activity as Manchester United legends Neville and Rio Ferdinand gathered to discuss comments made by Pogba on social media.

"Arsenal? They're afraid to face truly top players. I'm not here to fight for fourth place, I'm here to win everything!"

"Qin? He's an excellent player, but I'll prove in the game who the real best player is!"

"The price is set by others. My value will be proven by my performance. Arsenal can't afford me? That's their problem!"

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Ferdinand nodded approvingly, "He should be this arrogant! Manchester United needs this kind of aura!"

"What right does someone who has only scored one goal in 10 Premier League games have to talk so arrogantly?"

Arsenal legend Ian Wright curled his lip.

"Indeed, his words are more powerful than his skills, and they're also more flashy than his passes!"

Liverpool legend Jamie Carragher was clearly enjoying the spectacle.

The competition started before the group could finish arguing, so they quieted down and waited for their chance to use their taunt skills on their opponents again.

Old Trafford.

Arsenal have a win rate of only 12.5% ​​at this legendary stadium, making them one of the worst away teams against Manchester United in the Premier League era.

"Glory, glory, Man United!"

"Glory, glory, Man United!"

The nearly 70,000 fans at the scene erupted in a thunderous roar.

The camera pans across the stands, showing Ferguson, Mourinho, and Wenger, three figures whose feuds raged for over a decade in the Premier League during the millennium.

However, some people have already withdrawn.

"Today reminded me of that game in 1990!"

Pat Rice's face clearly showed his eagerness.

At that time, Wenger had not yet come to Arsenal, and the Gunners' manager was Graham.

The match started with a flying tackle, setting the tone for the game. Both teams' players were making all sorts of exaggerated movements, clearly preparing for a big battle.

As a result, all 21 people on the field, except for Seaman who did not participate in the fight, were injured.

"Didn't you win the league title the following year, and Ferguson even had the players line up to welcome you?"

Wenger laughed.

"Yeah, that day was really great, like we kicked Manchester United."

Pat Rice started reminiscing as he spoke.

Beep! ! !
On the field, Qin Ming had just received a pass from Kirkland when he was viciously tackled by Martial.

The game has just begun. If he tries to control the ball, he can try to chip it, but the risk is too high.

"Are you scared?"

Martial was very pleased with himself.

"I do not know."

After getting up, Qin Ming shrugged with a half-smile, "But I think you should be scared."

Martial turned around and saw Marina approaching. He initially thought it would be at most a verbal warning, but when he saw Marina reaching into his pocket, he sensed something was wrong.

"Dangerous action!"

Marina showed a yellow card.

Just a few days ago, the Premier League Referees Committee stated that it requires referees to maintain consistent standards throughout the match and not to lower their standards just as the game has begun.

Moreover, his enforcement style tends to involve issuing cards early to intimidate both sides.

Martial was completely stunned. He turned to look at the coaching bench, where Mourinho was pursing his lips, seemingly unfazed.

But those who know him well know that this is the prelude to a fit of rage.

"I"

Martial knew he had disrupted the team's tactical plan early on.

But before he could even begin to explain, Marriner noted down his number and then signaled for Arsenal's free kick.

"Wow! Manchester United still uses this trick after all these years. I remember Scholes liked to do this, showing off his studs to the opponent at the start of the game!"

Carragher couldn't stop smiling.

"When it comes to getting cards, the Manchester United striker is definitely more professional than Qin!"

Ian Wright also gave a thumbs up.

Neville and Rio Ferdinand, on the other hand, looked grim.

On the field, with Martial receiving a card early on and the referee establishing his authority, both teams began to control the intensity of their movements.

This is an epic upgrade for Qin Ming.

Davor Šuker's golden left foot allows him to both get to the byline and cut inside after being moved to the right wing.

Herrera was in a terrible state.

He is a typical hard-working player. He makes up for his lack of talent with running. When he plays as a defensive midfielder, his main style is to sweep like a mad dog.

This means using subtle actions and continuous pressure to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

However, his weakness in speed was exposed when Qin Ming frequently cut inside.

Qin Ming also seized on this point to make a fuss.

"here we go again!"

"Bellerin makes a run down the wing and passes across, Qin Ming receives the ball and cuts inside!"

"Herrera can't keep up with that pace!"

boom!
He created space, swung his left foot, aimed at the goal, and unleashed a powerful shot.

De Gea's reaction was incredibly fast; he took a few quick steps, jumped, and turned to push the ball out of bounds.

"Absolutely awesome!"

Qin Ming felt that, in terms of goalkeeping skills alone, De Gea was currently the strongest, even surpassing Neuer.

De Gea is different from Lloris.

He has the lowest average number of shouts per game in the Premier League.

He just clenched his fist silently.

"here you go!"

Phil Jones, on the other hand, praised it loudly.

Pogba glanced at Kanté, finding his national team teammate annoying, swarming around him like flies.

Arsenal take a tactical corner kick.

The ball was passed to the backfield, and they didn't like to make mindless crosses unless they were fairly confident of winning.

Controlling possession of the ball is the key.

"The match has reached the 13th minute, and the referee's early yellow card really helped to control the intensity of the game!"

"Mourinho's team is indeed very good at defense!"

"Few teams could withstand Arsenal's fast-paced penetration in the past!"

"But Manchester United, though seemingly weak, were not actually under any real threat!"

Carragher explained.

Just as the commentators in the commentary room were about to discuss the situation, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Kirkland's pass was intercepted by veteran Carrick.

Before Sanchez could press, the latter immediately passed the ball to Pogba.

It seems Pogba wanted to show off his footwork.

He used a V-shaped pull to get past Kanté, taking advantage of his long legs, and then turned to shield the ball from Cazorla.

But he didn't expect Kanté to make a surprise tackle.

This extra distance allowed Kanté to touch the ball.

"Well done, Ngoro!"

Cazorla, undeterred by the unexpected windfall, turned and passed the ball to the retreating Morata.

The Spanish center forward is also very knowledgeable.

He couldn't see Qin Ming on his right when he turned to the side, but subconsciously assumed that Qin Ming was on the left.

Snapped!
He immediately passed the ball to Sanchez.

"Morata reacted so quickly?!"

Pat Rice was shocked.

Sanchez mentally gave a thumbs up; Valencia's quick forward run and overlapping run had left Manchester United's left flank completely exposed.

"Sanchez is very fast! It seems the left wing suits him best!"

"Cut inside past Phil Jones and head towards the baseline!"

"You have a chance to shoot!"

"Why!!!"

Sanchez did not choose to shoot towards the near post because he knew that De Gea was faster than the average goalkeeper when he fell to the ground and was good at using his shin to block shots.

Pass it back in an inverted triangle shape!

Bang! Qin Ming tensed up and battled against Rojo. The Argentine center-back had a great physique, with a height of 186cm and a weight of 82kg, which allowed him to hold his own in the confrontation.

No more waiting!
Relying on his explosive power, Qin Ming pushed off the ground and flung his body out.

Slide shot!

Bang! The football was shoved towards the goal by his studs, so fast that it became a blur.

Then the net bulges out.

De Gea kicked the goalpost in frustration, wanting to curse but then thought better of it.

"Oh!!!" Qin Ming grinned and ran after seeing the referee point to the center circle, indicating that the goal was valid.

The goal was easier than he had imagined.

Pogba mainly gave the opportunity; during a crucial period of transition between offense and defense, he tried to show off his footwork but was dispossessed by Kanté.

Sanchez handled the situation very well.

As for Rojo, he was probably afraid of scoring an own goal, so he didn't dare to easily use his shovel to sabotage the attack.

This gave him an opportunity.

"The ball is in!"

"In the 26th minute of the match, Arsenal, playing away at Old Trafford, broke the deadlock!"

"Manchester United had been doing very well so far. Although their defense was in a bad state, at least they hadn't conceded any goals. They were about to enter the familiar counter-attacking phase when they encountered a major problem with Pogba!"

"Looks like the £91 million man who was touted before the match is just like everyone else!"

"And Manchester United."

Inside the Sky Sports broadcast room, Ian Wright excitedly pumps his fist.

He shut his mouth at the end.

What he meant was that without the referee's help, Manchester United would no longer be strong.

He was very unhappy when Manchester United won the title by one point over Arsenal in the 1996-97 season.

Because there were many controversial calls during the game.

There are countless examples of this; he can easily name several.

"Manchester United has a strong spirit and heritage. The game isn't over yet, so don't get too excited!"

"Ian Wright is sitting next to Neville, and he's not happy about it," Neville said irritably.

Ian Wright chuckled twice.

At Old Trafford, Qin Ming and his teammates had finished celebrating and were walking arm in arm back towards their own half of the field.

Pogba stood with his hands on his hips and his head down, his newly dyed blond hair shining brightly.

“Paul—”

Martial was about to offer some words of comfort when he heard Ibrahimovic roar and rush over to grab Pogba, shouting, "This isn't a circus! Either pass the ball easily or sit on the bench!"

He hates it most when his teammates lose the ball because of showing off their skills.

What does this mean?
This means that the key players didn't realize the cascading impact of their individual mistakes on the team!
"I see."

Pogba answered in a muffled voice.

No matter how proud he is, he wouldn't dare to challenge Ibrahimovic, otherwise Ibrahimovic would really dare to beat him up.

Courtside.

Mourinho's trousers were soaked, and a pile of water bottles lay scattered around him.

"If he kicks like that again, I'll strangle him in the locker room!"

Mourinho's tone was menacing.

His tactical philosophy is based on pragmatism, emphasizing teamwork and efficiency.

But Pogba keeps making similar moves.

"He really thinks he's Qin! If he keeps this up, he's going to get out of here and go to the U23!"

Mourinho's anger had not subsided.

The assistant coach quietly packed up the water bottles and gestured to the staff to bring some more, otherwise the players wouldn't have any to drink later.

the other side.

"The weather is really nice today!"

Wenger, with his hands in his down jacket pockets, watched with a smile as Mourinho broke down.

Pat Rice looked up at the sky.

The sky is overcast and looks like it's going to rain. How can that be considered good weather?
"Rain is bad for our passing game," Pat Rice warned.

"Actually, we can play the easy ones too, can't we?"

Wenger has long since abandoned cumbersome ideas, and now Arsenal can be fast when it needs to be fast and slow when it needs to be slow.

They also played many counter-attacking games last season.

Moreover, the technical characteristics of players like Qin Ming and Sanchez can also be adapted.

"That's true!"

Pat Rice has regained his confidence.

On the court, Qin Ming felt a cold raindrop on his face and realized that it had started to rain.

It looks like I'll have to switch to long-studded boots during halftime.

"Be careful when passing the ball; the power shouldn't be too much or too little!"

He said to his teammates.

If you pass too far, it might just go out of bounds, and there's still a chance to recover. But if you pass too low to the opponent, the consequences could be very serious.

"Understood!" Cazorla and the others replied.

Time flew by in the rain, and before we knew it, it was the 37th minute.

Carrick was started in place of Fellaini to take advantage of his long passing ability.

Snapped!
He delivered a low and quick pass.

"A Scholes-style long pass!"

"Ibrahimovic! He's got a lot of experience holding off Van Dijk with his back to the goal!"

"Pass it back to Rashford!"

A terrifying sonic boom erupted from Old Trafford in an instant.

Manchester United fans see a resemblance to Qin Ming in Rashford; both rose to fame at a young age.

They naturally hoped that Rashford could break through Arsenal's defense.

The 19-year-old, on whom countless hopes were pinned, broke through with the ball, but slipped and fell in front of Monreal.

"I didn't touch her!"

Monreal cleared the ball out of bounds before raising his hands to explain. However, the wicked smile on his face looked deliberate; otherwise, he wouldn't have used "her."

"call!"

Rashford wiped his face, feeling both ashamed and angry.

He never expected to make such a fool of himself.

Still playing at home.

"Don't just stand there, go and meet Michael!" Ibrahimovic frowned.

Playing football with kids is a hassle; you can never control your emotions. But he was the same when he was young.

Rashford ran over quickly.

"Nacho is also a cunning man."

Qin Ming chuckled from a distance. At first, when he saw Monreal, he thought he was a decent guy.

Who knew this guy had so many clever ideas?

The game continues.

Once Arsenal players were in position, Manchester United struggled to advance their positional attacks, resorting to their old tactic of crossing from the byline.

But Rashford's passing technique is really nothing to write home about.

Too bad.

They passed the ball several times but couldn't find Ibrahimovic; the only time they did, Van Dijk beat them to it.

"Virgil, take him down!"

Qin Ming was glared at by Ibu as soon as he finished speaking.

Van Dijk rubbed his chest, realizing that defending against Ibrahimovic was indeed stressful, mainly because Ibrahimovic, like Qin Ming, often had wildly imaginative ideas.

Manchester United's several attacks were ineffective, so they simply compressed their formation and played defensively.

Snap! Monreal made a long diagonal pass from the left flank, and Qin Ming controlled the ball in mid-air. He looked at Damian, who was clearly close by, but dared not easily come up to intercept.

"Looks like this guy has quite a reputation."

Qin Ming originally wanted to reveal a weakness, but it wasn't too late now.

When Herrera started his close, tenacious marking, Damian finally lowered his guard and rushed over, with the two of them trying to help win back possession of the ball.

The rain in November was already quite cold, but Qin Ming felt very hot.

He knew this was a performance in excellent form.

Pull the ball back with your right foot and swing it in an L-shaped trajectory, then lower your body and sprint.

"Fuck!"

Herrera sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out, preventing Qin Ming from breaking through the encirclement.

However, he also received a yellow card for this.

"The free kicks from this position are alright."

Qin Ming squinted and secretly calculated that he could kick with either foot, and the rain would make the ball slippery, making it more difficult for De Gea to save.

Of course, this will also increase the difficulty of his shots.

Beep!
With Cazorla's help, Qin Ming faked a shot to get past the wall of players before taking a run-up, lifting his foot, and curling the shot!
A sharp arc cleaved through the rain curtain!
Just as the football was about to cross the goal line, a pair of red gloves appeared in the frame and blocked the ball with a single fist.

"Pretty!"

"De Gea! He made a divine save, denying Qin Ming's free kick!"

"Last season, he kept 15 clean sheets in the league, even when Manchester United were in poor form, and his save percentage was the highest in the league at 78.5%!"

"Its responsiveness, stability, and performance in key battles are all top-notch!"

"Truly the pinnacle of Premier League goalkeeping!"

Zhan Jun was stunned by the save.

The roar from Old Trafford dispelled the chill of the light rain, and Manchester United fans on three sides of the stands raised their hands and chanted De Gea's name.

"Oh shit!"

Qin Ming rubbed his hands together, remembering a joke.

Want to score?
Unless you play a 10-point game!
I was just kidding!
I can even dive at ten points!
He claimed he played the ball quite well, but because of the rain, he didn't put in his full power, which resulted in a slightly slower speed.

"Our attack couldn't put any pressure on Arsenal!"

Mourinho, standing on the sidelines, had his hair soaked by the rain. His noticeably gray hair was tangled in strands, showing no trace of his former high spirits.

The assistant coach, having just recovered from his shock, asked, "Should we put Juan on the field?"

Juan Mata has some playmaking ability, unlike Rashford who can only dribble and shoot, so he should be able to relieve the pressure of passing the ball from the back to the front.

"Now is not the time!"

Mourinho shook his head.

Wenger, hiding under the awning next door, discovered that the thing was leaking. He took several steps back and couldn't help but complain helplessly, "Old Trafford's facilities need to be updated."

"Exactly! Look at those rusty water pipes over there, and the layout of the stands from the 90s!"

Pat Rice felt that Old Trafford couldn't compare to the Emirates Stadium.

"The main reason is that they can't expand it, since the stadium is right next to the railway. Also, they probably think it's very historical?"

Wenger smiled as he thought of the Emirates Stadium.

Compared to Ferguson, he had the upper hand in terms of the pitch.

"Old Trafford is like a classic car – full of charm, but desperately needs an engine change!"

Sky Sports commentator Jamie Carragher also complained.

Beep!
The whistle blew to end the first half as Manchester United fans endured the cold rain.

They were finally able to leave the stands to have a hot coffee.

Qin Ming wiped the rain off his face and looked at Pogba in the distance. The French midfielder's blond hair was soaked and limp.

"He's just like a loser."

Qin Ming doesn't respect people he doesn't like.

"Aren't blond guys usually not winners in anime?"

Morata watches a lot of Japanese anime.

"You mean NTR anime, right?"

Qin Ming curled his lips.

"Tch! You obviously don't know anything. Naruto Uzumaki, Goku, and Gear Second Luffy all have blond hair!"

Morata tossed her long hair.

He then gave Qin Ming a short explanation, stopping only when they returned to the locker room.

"They will definitely push forward in the second half, but remember! Our defense needs to stay compact and not give them space to pass the ball!"

"Also, try to avoid giving them corner kicks, and be careful of defenders making runs forward to contest for headers!"

"As for the attack, the two wingers can quickly move wide and attack behind their two full-backs, paying attention to their coordination with the midfield!"

Wenger is quite worried, otherwise he wouldn't have said so much.

After all, Manchester United and Mourinho are both considered Arsenal's nemesis.

Arsenal had previously suffered a humiliating 2-8 defeat to Manchester United.

After the professor gave instructions for the second half, Qin Ming changed into clean clothes and found his long-studded cleats. "I see the rain is getting heavier, so let's try to reduce short passes as much as possible, and we can also lower our possession rate appropriately."

Passing and controlling the ball in the rain is the most foolish thing to do.

Because with a large number of passes, there is a higher probability of unexpected events.

"By the way, I see that Manchester United's number 25 has dropped a lot in terms of stamina. I can continue to use my speed to wear him down!"

Sanchez isn't bored anymore.

"Also, that number 16, Michael Carrick, he seems to be 35 years old this year. I've faced him a few times and won every time. Let's try building around him in the second half!"

Cazorla added.

Arsenal players discussed the matter amongst themselves.

Wenger and Pat Rice exchanged a smile; this is the best kind of team atmosphere—everyone is thinking about how to win.

The home team's locker room next door.

Mourinho leaned against the goal in silence until the players were sweating profusely before he walked to the center.

"Are you playing a friendly match? The way you're staring at Qin is disgusting!"

"You covered 1.8km less distance than Qin in the first half! So either wake up now, or never set foot in the locker room again!"

"Remember, you have forty-five minutes left to salvage your careers!"

Mourinho singled out the players who had performed poorly.

Finally, he stopped in front of Pogba, his tone as cold as ice, "You're worth a hundred million? Prove it to me, or after the match, you'll be training with the U23s!"

Mourinho's anger differed from Ferguson's. Ferguson scolded the whole team but protected the key players, while Mourinho publicly reprimanded the key players to establish his authority.

As Guardiola said.

“José’s anger was calculated—he knew who needed the whip and who needed the candy.”

Mourinho is adept at using words to provoke his players.

Pogba is really behaving himself; judging from Mourinho's tone, he really might be put into the U23.

Besides, they have actually done many similar things before.

"We are no weaker than Arsenal, you just didn't give it your all!"

Ibrahimovic slammed his hand on the table. "Come on, we can win!"

Fifteen minutes later, the second half of the game began.

"Manchester United's midfield roles seem to be more clearly defined now!"

"Herrera is just like Kanté, he always seems to be in the right place. Look at his stats!"

"50 touches, 31 passes, 4 interceptions!"

"Pogba seems to have woken up as well, no longer worrying about gains and losses, and is now focusing on using his physical attributes and superior abilities to put pressure on Arsenal's defense!"

The competition became even more intense despite the cold rain.

Although the scale hasn't changed much, the pace has become much faster.

"And the reds go marching on, on, on!"

The Red Devils forge ahead!

The Red Devils at Old Trafford are gaining more and more momentum.

"Marcus!"

Carrick pushed with the instep of his foot.

Rashford received the ball on the wing, changed his pace and dribbled forward, Monreal couldn't keep up.

"WOW!" Manchester United fans immediately perked up.

Rashford dribbled the ball to the left side of the penalty area. Knowing his crossing technique was poor, he simply cut inside and created chaos in the penalty area.

By the time Koscielny arrived to cover the defense.

Snap! The ball was passed to Ibrahimovic, and the Swedish striker squeezed past Van Dijk, dragging his 35-year-old body, and took a shot from a tight angle.

boom!
Cech was tied with De Gea for the most clean sheets among goalkeepers last season.

He raised both hands to the side to maximize the coverage area, and the football hit his forearm and bounced back into the penalty area.

Chaos was about to erupt.

"Van Dijk! This time he's faster than Ibrahimovic and clears the ball first!"

"Let's see whose first landing point it was?"

"Kante! How could he possibly win a header when he's standing next to Pogba?"

Pogba thought so too.

But when he jumped up to head the ball, Kante suddenly turned around.

Being plotted!

Pogba instantly understood Kanté's intention.

Sure enough, just as he was about to head the ball to Carrick, Kanté got there first.

Snapped!
The ball was headed to the left wing by Kanté.

Sanchez, his feet treading on the muddy water, burst forth with astonishing speed.

"That's Chilean thigh!"

"Manchester United's Valencia was once a speed demon!"

"His peak sprinting speed was among the top three in the Premier League, tied with Walcott and Bale! In 2012, he sprinted 60 meters to assist against Blackburn, which Ferguson described as a truck shifting into fifth gear!"

"But he's getting old! His leg injury last season healed, and his switch to full-back this season has had a significant impact on him!"

After Zhan Jun finished speaking, he noticed that Sanchez had already arrived at the edge of the penalty area.

Qin Ming hovered near Rojo, only to find that the Argentine center-back was staring intently at him.

Damian was also there.

"do it yourself!"

Knowing he couldn't escape the opportunity, Qin Ming loudly reminded Sanchez.

Without hesitation, Sanchez used his powerful thighs to suddenly change direction and cut to the middle lane.

There's space to shoot!
Phil Jones quickly stretched out his foot to block, but didn't realize he had already retreated into the penalty area and grazed Sanchez's supporting foot.

pat!

Sanchez lost his balance and fell into the mud.

Sanchez looked quite disheveled, but he wiped the grass off his face, checked the location of his fall immediately, and only smiled after confirming that he had fallen in the penalty area.

Beep! ! !
Referee Marina angrily pointed to the penalty spot and showed Phil Jones a yellow card.

According to FIFA's DOGSO rules, if a defending player in the penalty area obstructs a clear scoring opportunity and engages in conduct that clearly hinders the attack, such as deliberate handball, serious foul, pulling, or pushing, it constitutes a violation.

We can offer a red dot package.

But this doesn't apply to Phil Jones' case.

"He hadn't even entered the penalty area when he fell!"

Phil Jones knew he had committed a foul and could only hope that the rain made it difficult for the referee to see clearly.

"I saw it!"

The referee pointed two fingers at his eyes.

Loud boos erupted at Old Trafford as Manchester United fans were furious with the decision.

Therefore, they need to put pressure on the referee.

"Has Manchester United still relied on referees all these years?"

Pat Rice scoffed.

"Ferguson is no longer with Manchester United." Wenger shook his head.

It is undeniable that Ferguson held a very high position in England, and the referee did indeed give him face.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the term "Ferguson Time."

Mourinho also complained to the fourth official, but ultimately nothing changed.

Qin Ming took the ball from Sanchez, placed it on the penalty spot, and looked up. De Gea seemed a little flustered.

That's right.

As far as he knows, De Gea can save ten-pointers, but his penalty-saving ability is not high.

That way, you'll occupy a psychologically superior position.

"Whoosh!"

After taking two deep breaths to calm himself down, Qin Ming waited for the referee to blow the whistle, but this time he did not make a decisive kick.

variation!

He used to always kick to the left, but after being told off by Cech a few times, he started practicing other penalty kick methods.

The style of play being used now is a variation of Neymar's style.

Wait until you see De Gea's center of gravity shift.

With his superior core strength, Qin Ming changed his foot position and kicked the ball to the other side.

The white net was lifted again.

0-2! ! !

"Wow! Arsenal have scored again! Qin has converted the penalty!"

"Two goals!"

"Although neither of those goals were scored in his usual style!"

"But who cares? As long as we can break through Manchester United's goal, that's a wonderful thing!"

"Gunmen, cheer!"

Ian Wright raised his hand and shouted.

Ferdinand and Neville sighed, with the former pointing angrily at the screen: "Mourinho's tactics are just not suitable for Manchester United! We are attacking by nature, but he makes the players defend all the time!"

"This conservative tactic will only make Manchester United worse!"

As a Sky Sports commentator, he also needs to generate buzz, and Mourinho is the target.

Neville echoed this sentiment.

The two men completely forgot what they had previously said about Mourinho being a good fit for Manchester United.

On the field, Qin Ming imitated a glider in the rain, celebrated, and then hugged and high-fived his teammates, saying, "Today's game was easy!"

"That's because we put in the effort!"

Morata took credit.

"It was Alexis who provided both assists!"

Cazorla doesn't give Morata any face.

"Seriously! I feel like I could score a hat trick today! Pass me the ball more often later!"

The passion in Qin Ming's eyes as he looked at the Manchester United goal seemed to burn even in the cold rain.

"Go, go, go!"

The Arsenal players were also energized.

The Manchester United players nearby had their heads down, but Ibrahimovic patted each of them hard before taking his place first.

At this point, he knew he couldn't scold his teammates anymore.

We must set an example.

When the game resumed, Juan Mata was substituted on, and Rashford left the field dejectedly.

This time, Manchester United fans did not applaud him as usual.

"Mourinho's adjustments quickly took effect! Ibrahimovic started drifting to the wing more often, Mata and Carrick combined with passing and running, and Pogba suddenly surged forward!"

"That was a really high-quality long-range shot!"

"Manchester United's resilience is truly impressive; even when they were down by two goals, they still managed to create scoring opportunities!"

The camera pans to Ferguson in the stands, where the jazz is constantly chewing gum.

This scene was displayed on the big screen.

Whoosh! Old Trafford erupted in cheers as Manchester United fans roared their support once again.

The 71th minute of the game.

Manchester United actually found an opportunity.

Pogba stopped holding onto the ball and pressured Kanté, creating space to make a through pass on the right wing.

Herrera made a run to the byline and crossed the ball.

Mata, coming from a diagonal angle, scored with a low shot.

1-2! ! !

Manchester United pulled one back.

"Manchester United's momentum is gradually building, and Mourinho is seizing the opportunity to replace Ibrahimovic with Rooney!"

"The latter's stamina is indeed not enough to support playing the entire match!"

"Arsenal have also made substitutions: Elneny replaced Coquelin, and Jenkinson replaced Bellerin!"

"Strengthen the defense on the flanks!"

The rain subsided at Old Trafford, but the stadium's poor drainage meant it remained wet.

Fortunately, Qin Ming adapted to the friction between the football and the grass.

He dribbled past Damian on the wing and immediately delivered a cross.

Morata's header hit De Gea's hand and bounced out.

Sanchez seized the opportunity to shoot on the rebound, but De Gea got up and made a second save.

This gave Manchester United fans a real thrill.

"Yeah!!!" They believed they could definitely turn the tide today and send Arsenal packing with zero points.

The match has reached the 86th minute.

With little time remaining in regulation, Mourinho frowned and nervously looked towards the pitch.

Wenger, on the other hand, seemed very relaxed.

The current situation is still favorable for Arsenal.

*Snap!* Suddenly, Jenkinson sent a long pass, and Qin Ming, with his back to Rojo, chested the ball down and then suddenly lifted his right foot to cut the ball inward.

What do you mean?
Before Rojo could react, he saw Qin Ming walk around him on his right, while the football swept past him on his left.

"coming!"

"Qin Ming's unconventional handling of the situation!"

"He's in the paint! Phil Jones is covering, but Qin Ming dunks past him!"

"Shoot directly with your left foot!"

"De Gea couldn't save it! Qin Ming scores again!"

"hat trick!"

"Qin Ming scored his second hat-trick of the season against Manchester United!"

"Pretty!"

"He killed the game and Manchester United's hopes!"

Zhan Jun roared hoarsely.

The away stands were also abuzz with excitement as Arsenal fans celebrated.

Wenger and Pat Rice embraced, while Mourinho covered his face, clearly having lost hope for the game.

On the field, Qin Ming originally wanted to imitate Cantona, but his jersey collar wouldn't stand up, so he could only lead his teammates in a dance.

"Hat trick, oh yeah!"

He had a blast today; Sanchez unleashed his full potential, scoring an assist and a penalty.

He then pulled off a beautiful touch at the last moment.

It shares a similar concept with the concept of turning the century around.

"Qin!!!" Arsenal players surrounded him.

Not far away, Pogba looked on with a bewildered expression. He suddenly realized that even if he didn't admit it, the gap between him and Qin Ming was still huge.

That's not something that £9100 million and £9000 million can represent.

"Sigh!" Carrick wanted to say something more, but in the end he shut his mouth.

Pogba has a terrible personality.

There's a saying: Character determines destiny.

Martial also felt the huge gap.

Rooney touched his head, which had just been shaved, and offered the little ones a few words of comfort.

Wait until the game restarts.

It didn't take long.

Beep-beep-beep!
The match then came to an end.

(End of this chapter)