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Chapter 190 The first show of season dominance! The bet between Sir Alex Ferguson and Malcolm

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

In the VIP area of ​​the stadium, several senior Manchester United officials or former meritorious figures applauded without exception.

With excited smiles on their faces, they were delighted with the team's performance.

You know, even if there is no suspense in any battle before the game, it is easy for problems to arise during the game.

Football is round and anything can happen on this field.

Especially in this kind of championship competition, Tottenham's strength is not weak. In terms of calculation, there may be only a little gap with Manchester United.

Now, the team took the lead around the fifteenth minute of the game and is one step closer to the final championship.

This is undoubtedly very inspiring.

"This Manchester United is really good. I seem to feel the shadow of our heyday in them."

Gary Neville said something shamelessly, then turned to look at Ferguson, "Yes, Sir."

Ferguson smiled and said nothing, but Malcolm beside him couldn't help it.

"Why do you see your shadow?"

Malcolm was a little unconvinced, "With so much investment from me, they are already a brand new strong team."

"It can even be regarded as a new super first-line lineup."

"Last season, we went undefeated and won the championship. Did you do it then?"

"I think their professionalism is better than yours, although Manchester United did have a long period of dominance during that period and left a deep impression on the fans."

Gary Neville curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said nothing.

At this time, the old lord spoke slowly: "Mr. Malcolm is right."

"What impressed people about that Manchester United team was the spirit and the star-level players with distinctive personalities."

"Modern football has gone through such a long period of development, and it can no longer be compared with the past."

"Even the teams in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League play much more professionally than some of the previous strong teams, and they implement various new tactics very well."

"Manchester United is now the best among these teams, and their dominance may be greater than ours at the time."

"But I think Mourinho needs a Champions League, or even consecutive Champions League titles, to surpass our previous achievements."}

"Or just like what he hopes for, he can win a Grand Slam one season and bring back seven championships."

Sir Alex Ferguson did not belittle the Manchester United team he had at that time.

Now that I think about it, it was indeed a beautiful and nostalgic period.

Although he was often beaten in the Champions League until his hands shook, and he would lose his temper with the players angrily.

But now that I think about it, if he could do it again, he would not hesitate to devote himself to that passionate work.

But no matter what, after so many years, his feelings for Manchester United are certainly very deep.

Now I see that this team is back on the right path and has become super strong.

He was also very happy and relieved in his heart.

"Actually, we can make a bet."

Gary Neville heard the conversation between the two elders and was a little embarrassed because he couldn't get in the middle. "How many goals can Lu Chenfeng score in all competitions this season?"

"What to bet on?"

Malcolm asked from the side.

"The loser shaves his head."

Gary Neville made a somewhat dark bet.

After being stunned for a few seconds, several people present quickly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

"I like this bet and I can do it."

Sir Alex Ferguson, who was already old, seemed to still retain the excitement of life and simply agreed.

As an elite member of Europe, Malcolm naturally had his own baggage, and he hesitated for a while.

"Mr. Malcolm, the old lord has no objections. You won't dare, right?"

Gary Neville said excitedly, "Whoever guesses the furthest among us will have his head shaved."

"Dare you..."

Malcolm said: "But instead of the entire season, we'll bet on the entire month of August."

"Manchester United has a total of five games, one Community Shield, one UEFA Super Cup, and three Premier League games."

"Okay." Gary Neville smiled: "I choose to believe him, so my bet is ten goals."

"What does ten balls mean?"

The old Sir Alex smiled and joked: "Since you want to play, you have to bet on something exciting. I'll bet on thirteen balls."

Seeing the extremely high stakes of the two people beside him, Malcolm was stunned for a moment, and then became a little excited.

"Sir, you are definitely going to lose. I'll bet on the eight-ball. Anyway, I can't go further than you guessed."

"Okay, it's settled."

A bet between three people was decided in this hasty environment.

A month later, who is sitting here with a bare head?

Let’s wait and see.

…………

On the court.

The game has restarted.

After conceding the goal, Tottenham regained some of their fighting spirit and exhausted their energy to tremble with Manchester United on the field.

This situation is very common on the football field and is generally called a cornered beast fight.

The team that loses the ball will often launch a swift counterattack within a few minutes of the game.

After the excitement is over, they will return to their previous game state.

There was no surprise for Tottenham. After an unprecedented two anti-aircraft guns outside the penalty area, they fell into defense again.

And fell into a more passive situation than just a moment ago.

As his physical strength gradually declined, when the game time passed by thirty-five minutes, there was already a tremor in front of Tottenham's goal.

Countless missed shots were fired from the feet of all Manchester United players.

Even Casemiro and Vertonghen had a kick.

The goal of not allowing the opponent to score again before the first half seemed a bit far away...

"Gudong."

On the sidelines, Conte's face became even more ugly. He crossed his arms and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Boss, do you want to make a substitution? Or should we arrange it during midfield?"

The assistant coach next to him looked like he was a newcomer, and he said a little radically: "These players now seem to be in a sluggish state and are not in good condition."

"If large-scale substitutions can solve the problem, I think we should go crazy again."

"After all, this is a championship game. We can't go through it so calmly and then lose, right?"

His words seemed to ignite Conte's anger. Conte turned his head, waved his hands and said loudly: "Collinzer, if your job is to be a physical coach, then you should not control the formation of Tottenham!"

"You just graduated with a doctorate in sports rehabilitation, and you only have coaching experience in youth teams! You have no idea that our players are suffering from such great pressure on the court!"

"Large-scale substitutions?"

"Last season we faced Manchester United, a team that made a lot of substitutions, and almost conceded four goals!"

"..."

To be honest, even though the game has not passed long now, Conte no longer has much hope for the outcome of this game.

He didn't believe what the bullshit media said before the game.

Knowing the strength of Manchester United and their new signings, he knew very well what kind of team he was about to encounter.

This is a team that will give all British professional teams a headache!

Even if they make some rotations in certain positions, their strength is still top-notch!

The assistant coach was scolded a few times and returned to the coaching bench with an equally embarrassed look on his face to sit down.

Conte, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and adjusting his emotions.

On the ever-changing pitch, Manchester United launched a new attack again.

Full-back Vertonghen used his signature long pass to hit the ball directly over Lu Chenfeng's head.

The latter took advantage of the highest header height in the game and easily passed the ball to Modric.

Modric did not stop the ball after receiving the ball. Facing the force of the flying football, he turned sideways and swept the ball away with a volley pass from the outside of his instep.

The route of the football was very precise, and it soon came to Rashford's path.

“Nice coordination!”

“It would be perfect if we could score!”

"The strength of the new players has been seen today, and they are worthy of being called the ceremonial midfielders!"

"Who else can beat this Manchester United!"

"Pass the ball to Rashford! Ibrahimovic is empty at the back!"

"..."

As the fans on the sidelines stood up and shouted excitedly, Rashford took a look at the situation in the center of the penalty area and then made a cross pass.

The ball was so fast that the Tottenham players in front had no time to block it.

Alderweireld, who was responsible for marking Ibrahimovic at the back, couldn't squeeze out Ibrahimovic at all.

"Bang!!"

A crisp shot sounded, and Ibrahimovic easily pushed the ball into the far corner of the goal.

Facing such a close shot, Lori couldn't react at all.

“Yeahhhh…!!!”

The Manchester United fans at the scene fell into carnival for the second time. They sat up from their seats crazily and began to celebrate the championship in advance.

The Tottenham fans not far away were silent, and their faces suddenly lost all look.

In fact, Tottenham fans are very clear about the team's situation on the court.

But with a one-goal gap, there are still many uncertain factors for them to recover.

Two balls... it's a bit difficult.

It seems that today's Community Shield Cup, this golden disc trophy, has almost no chance for them.

"When I watched the game last season, I didn't realize that the team's defense was so useless."

"Is there any way? Manchester United is too strong. I feel that the Premier League championship we are looking forward to is getting further and further away from us."

"Is it because Levi is unwilling to spend money to invest, or is there something wrong with Conte's coaching level?"

"In my opinion, of the two poor guys, one should sell the club quickly to a rich and powerful person, and the other should pack up his things, get out, and go back to his Serie A league."

"Trash! This goal is so humiliating. They almost passed the ball with one touch and could break our defense."

"..."

While Lori spread his hands and complained about the defense, Ibrahimovic had already moved his long and domineering legs and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

Lu Chenfeng, Rashford, Modric, and even Vertonghen who was still in the backcourt rushed towards Ibrahimovic.

Last season, the situation that required a lot of reliance on Lu Chenfeng had to be broken. This season has finally changed.

With the improvement of overall strength, Ibrahimovic finally has his own use.

This is a goal that comes from chance after chance!

Staying in this kind of team, as long as you are a qualified forward, you will definitely have a chance to score goals!

The five heroes who had just scored a goal hugged each other and celebrated crazily towards the Manchester United audience.

These five are high and low, but the Manchester United tiger, who is all wearing a red jersey, may be announcing something to the Premier League in the new season!

The era of true rule has officially arrived!

The media reporters following the scene quickly took photos of several people. After finding a few good moments, many reporters also beamed with joy.

The photos of these five people will be the headlines of tonight's report.

After the celebration, the first half of the game ended quickly.

The two sides did not score a third goal and both returned to the locker room to rest.

The Manchester United dressing room was naturally filled with celebrations, and all the new players and veterans were celebrating in advance for the arrival of the first championship of the new season.

But when the eyes came to the Tottenham locker room, it was a terrifying immersion, as if falling into an ice cave.

The players were either picking at their shin pads, wiping sweat with towels, or touching their sneakers, all looking confused.

No one spoke or made any loud noise.

In this atmosphere, if you sneeze, you may not be able to bear the embarrassment of everyone looking up at you.

Conte also walked in at some point, crossing his arms and touching his nose with one hand.

He was also a little embarrassed to face these players. As the core of the club, he actually had no good solution at this moment.

"In the second half of the game, we still have to fight back."

After a long time, Conte finally said: "Usually we should defend well and don't leave too many people in the frontcourt."

"Once we get the ball, Aurier, Alli, Sun, Harry Kane, and Lo Celso immediately form a five-man offensive group and enter the frontcourt without any effort."

"Then there's the speed. Your counterattack speed is too slow and you can't break through the opponent's defense."

"Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!"

"Use flexible running and forward penetration, as well as speed to find opportunities."

"That's all."

After Conte finished speaking, he left the locker room and went outside to calm down.

He, who likes to get angry, was unusually calm and absent-minded today, unable to raise his emotions at all.

After he left, the locker room fell into silence again. No one wanted to speak, and it was not clear whether they heard those words.

that's all.

Fifteen minutes later, the players from both sides returned to the court and started the second half of the game.

The first ten minutes of the game seemed uneventful. Manchester United attacked in an orderly manner and continued to play wonderful combinations in front of Tottenham's position to complete shots.

But in the end it seemed a little short of scoring.

Until the 61st minute of the game.

After Lu Chenfeng had a somewhat happy orgasm, a notification sound appeared in his mind.

[An effective shot of the host is detected! Causality progress 5\5!]

[Congratulations to the host for getting a causal shot! 】

After hearing this voice, Lu Chenfeng felt a little hesitant in his heart.

Facing Real Madrid in the next game, he wanted to save the kick and give Real Madrid a cold blow in the next game.

But in the current situation, he really couldn't find a good chance to shoot, and he couldn't sleepwalk through the thirty minutes of the game.

It's better to fight first.

Will you save again during the next game?

Shoot as many shots as possible, save enough, and face Real Madrid directly at the end!

Just as he was told, Lu Chenfeng quickly began to look for opportunities.

Sixty-fourth minute of the game.

It was Modric again. Holding the ball in the middle, he advanced with the ball at high speed and passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng who was returning the ball.

"Pass the ball!"

Then, he drove forward at high speed and shouted, signaling Lu Chenfeng to give him the ball and he would take a long shot.

He often trains for long shots at this distance.

The shooting accuracy is not low.

If Lori's line of sight is blocked or there is some mistake.

The goal seemed to be a natural progression.

But what made Modric a little disappointed was that Lu Chenfeng ignored him after receiving the ball and turned directly to face the goal.

"ah……"

Modric shouted in disappointment, then stopped running and prepared to return to defense.

Of course, his eyes were still fixed on Lu Chenfeng.

Lu Chenfeng didn't even look at the direction of the door. He just fired on the spot as if by instinct!

"Bang!!!"

After the thunder that resounded through the Emirates Stadium, an arc trail dragging the afterimage slid towards the goal!

Standing in front of the goal line, Lori took a few small steps, then stretched his body to reach for the football.

But unfortunately, the ball speed is not only too fast, but the flight angle is also a bit erratic.

There was still an absurd gap of about half a meter between the angle between Lori's extended left hand and the ball hitting the net.

“歘!!”

The crisp sound of net wiping sounded, and Lu Chenfeng had already started his early celebration again, running to the sidelines and raising his hands high.

"Fuck..."

Modric couldn't help but shout out a Chinese sentence that Lu Chenfeng had taught him before. For some reason, when his brain lost its ability to respond, the Chinese language came to his mind first.

Maybe this sentence is too useful?

Modric didn't know, he only knew that his ears were going deaf.

“Yeahhhhhhh…!!”

The fans cheered and most of the Manchester United players rushed towards Lu Chenfeng excitedly.

Three to zero!

Lu Chenfeng scored twice!

"The signature long-range shot told fans all over the world that Lu Chenfeng this season is still the same striker he was last season!"

"Scored twice and sealed the victory 3-0!"

"Real Madrid players, are you afraid of the next game?"

He Wei's excited commentary voice sounded, and he directly took over Zhan Jun's job and started shouting first.

It was really exciting.

For those who love football and make football their job, being unable to commentate on football for nearly three months is already frustrating.

Zhan Jun didn't have any objections at the side. At this moment, he was also grinning with great joy.

After having fun for a while, he suddenly remembered something.

Manchester United's opponent in the opening game of the new Premier League season is Liverpool, his home team.

With Manchester United in this state, if they win against Real Madrid in the next game.

In pursuit of victory, will they inflict a tragedy on Liverpool in the opening game of the Premier League?

Five to zero? Six to zero? Seven to zero?

Thinking of this, he felt a little complicated.

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ps: There will be another chapter of about 5,000 words later.

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