What kind of football player is handsome?

Chapter 108 A Clash of World-Class Waves! One after another, the old fogies are relying on Emperor Yi to save them again?!

Mexes didn't have time to get up.

Kneeling on the ground, his first instinct was to stare intently through the gap between his legs at Liu Yi's next move after regaining possession of the ball.

What?

How come this Chinese boy is flying in the sky?

wrong.

My perspective is completely reversed!

Just as Max was frantically struggling to get up,

Liu Yi has once again reached the edge of the penalty area.

There were many people inside the restricted area.

The crowd that had just been scrambling for the corner kick had not yet completely dispersed.

At this point, a direct attack would not be a wise move.

Why not————

Zhan Jun's commentary suddenly became high-pitched.

"Blow on the door!"

"Wow!"

The ball slammed heavily against the top of the crossbar!

"Let's start with a powerful warning!"

"This gave Abbiati a real fright!"

Inside the VIP box at San Siro.

Milan legends are teaming up to cheer on the Rossoneri players.

Gattuso, who had been sidelined for a long time due to vision problems and was practically semi-retired, was so excited that his veins bulged.

"If I were on the field, I would never have given that kid a chance to shoot!"

Unexpectedly, Gattuso's ambitious words only drew Maldini's merciless ridicule.

"Come on, Zhen Nalu, if you went up there you'd be so lost you wouldn't even know which way is north."

Milan goal kick.

Abbiati did not choose to kick the ball long.

Instead, the ball was passed to Abate on the right wing.

After a series of coordinated attacks down the flanks.

The ball came to Robinho's feet.

This guy was only 21 years old when he put on the number 10 jersey for Real Madrid.

I once thought he was the successor to 3R.

The result was a cycling fanatic obsessed with showing off his skills.

Off the field, he was even more unrestrained and unruly.

Finally, he was sentenced to nine years in prison for failing to control his younger brother.

He's truly become Ronaldinho's successor—the "Prison King."

After his record-breaking transfer to Manchester City proved to be a flop, Robinho has found a second wind in Serie A.

"Continuous bicycle attempts!"

He shook off Phil Jones.

"Draw them further into the penalty area!"

"Can't get past Ferdinand."

Amidst chaos.

The ball fell to Boateng's feet.

Ghanaian tough guys love to kick all the time, no matter what.

This time is no exception.

Smash the ball without stopping it!

The football shot out like a cannonball, heading straight for the top corner of Manchester United's goal.

De Gea leaped into the air with all his might, stretching his arms out as far as he could.

But Boateng's powerful shot was too tricky to execute.

The ball flew past his fingertips, tracing a straight line before accurately darting into the net!

"Beep—!!!"

The referee's whistle pierced the air.

The already bustling San Siro stadium was instantly engulfed by the deafening cheers of the Rossoneri.

"Goal!"

"Kevin Boateng!"

"A powerful shot amidst the chaos!"

"Genuine, unadulterated aesthetics!"

"Milan has taken the lead."

The score is 1-0!

"Also at San Siro!"

"When facing Barcelona in the Champions League group stage, Boateng scored a powerful shot from a tight angle with great difficulty."

"He flicked Abidal with his heel and shot straight through Valdes' legs!"

De Gea angrily pounded the lawn in front of the goal.

He seemed to be complaining about why he couldn't save the ball.

In fact, the power and angle of this shot were impeccable.

The Spanish goalkeeper didn't have many good options either.

On the sidelines, Allegri, who witnessed Boateng's powerful volley, excitedly pumped his fist in celebration.

"Just kick it like that, simple and straightforward!"

"Uncle Jiong's" tactics have been criticized by the media quite a bit.

No one could tell what he was kicking.

However, this also means that the opponent will not know what tactics he will use.

In this match, Allegri opted for a compact formation, relying on speed on the wings to tear apart Manchester United's defense.

The attempt to create chaos was actually successful.

Gazzetta dello Sport's beat reporter, Vitiello, excitedly exclaimed on social media: "Everyone says Manchester United stars are good at long-range shots?"

"Let's see how our Milan players' cruise missiles perform!"

Milan, having taken the lead, pressed their advantage.

14 minutes.

Robinho crosses from the left.

Nocerino unleashed a powerful right-footed shot from 20 meters out.

The ball grazed the crossbar and went just over!

Milan is on fire!

Mike Perrin looked at Ferguson with concern.

Manchester United is even planning to challenge the peak of the Dream Team Barcelona.

If they are tripped up here by a depleted Milan squad, it will be hard to explain.

Sir Frederick chewed gum, his hands in his pockets, unmoving.

He's seen plenty of storms and waves.

A 180-minute match cannot be judged solely on a 10-minute hiccup.

"Well—we should at least do something."

Mike Perrin was deeply worried.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Liu Yi and Rooney.

I'm hoping one of these two will score a spectacular goal to even the score.

Three minutes later.

Without any resistance, Seedorf clutched his thigh, his face contorted in pain.

"Seedorf!"

"This 36-year-old veteran finally couldn't hold on any longer!"

"His fellow Dutchman, Emanuelson, came on as a substitute."

Seedorf is in incredible form; he's still playing. Of that AC Milan team that won Europe in 07, he's probably the only one still running at the San Siro.

Yes, Kaká left for the Bernabéu and is now struggling, Nesta and Gattuso are practically retired, but Seedorf is still going strong.

[The San Siro's pitch is terrible—how come players always seem to get muscle strains?]

Use this time after the substitutions for Milan to readjust and gel.

Manchester United also began to try to counterattack.

The football advanced quickly and easily along the flank.

The fast-moving Nani faced off against Abate.

Abate has countless shortcomings.

For example, the pass often ends up in front of a teammate's head.

Note that it's in front, not above.

In other words, he's done his fair share of headshots on his teammates.

However, he is currently AC Milan's right-back, a true and established player.

Abate's greatest advantage is his incredible speed.

The two supercars were locked in a standoff on the side of the road, and Nani didn't gain the upper hand.

The only option is to pass the ball back to the middle.

Rooney flicked the ball forward with his right foot.

The powerful lower limbs suddenly exerted force, and the starting speed was extremely fast.

Thiago Silva quickly moved up to meet him.

But Rooney didn't slow down at all, relying on his explosive power to break through.

Silva dared not commit a foul easily, so he could only stick close to his side and behind him, blocking his space to move inside or shoot directly.

On the other side, Mexes also dared not provide assistance—Liu Yi was lying in ambush beside him.

If he moves even slightly, Rooney's cross could be delivered into that open space at any moment.

Despite having played football for ten more years than the Chinese kid, Mexes felt that he had no advantage in experience over him.

Just then, Rooney suddenly changed direction and charged straight toward Mexes.

Mexes was also stunned.

Is the British football star so desperate to prove he's the king of football that he's gone mad with his playing style?

Why do you have to follow Messi's example and lead the crowd?

To his surprise, Liu Yi also made a move.

"Come on, Wayne, move forward."

When Rooney signaled to continue dribbling forward, Liu Yi suddenly ran back to his own half of the field.

Mexes was completely dumbfounded.

Just as he had never seen Wei Shihao perform a Marseille turn towards his own goal.

Liu Yi's action of running back during an attack was also extremely abstract.

If they retreat any further, they'll be out of his defensive zone.

I glanced at Van Bommel.

Van Bommel: Don't mention it, I'm defending Cleverley.

What should we do?

With a gritted teeth.

Mex decided not to go out with them.

This momentary lapse in attention resulted in an undefended vacuum around Liu Yi.

"Wayne! Pass it back!"

While shouting for the ball, Liu Yi suddenly lunged towards Milan's flank area.

Seeing that he was about to be double-teamed, Rooney decisively passed the ball out.

The Milan defenders then realized something was wrong.

Thiago Silva's choice was very decisive.

Abandon the attempt to contain Rooney and quickly move on to intercept Liu Yi.

No amount of praise is too much to describe the Brazilian center-back.

Intercept, mark, steal, position —

Each and every one of them is undeniably top-notch.

If I had to say something, his height of 1.83 meters makes his air defense capabilities slightly inferior.

And unlike those Samba strikers who often go and have in-depth conversations with young girls.

His sister-in-law's self-discipline is unlike that of a South American. The only person with the same trait as him is Ze Roberto, who still has a "muscle man" physique at the age of fifty.

An ordinary striker would be intimidated by Thiago Silva.

But Liu Yi was different.

He is no ordinary striker.

Just now, Boateng scored a world-class goal, right?

Then I'll give you one back!

"Shoot directly!"

"That ball was controlled! The ball speed was very fast!"

"Wow!"

"Abbiati!"

"A world-class save!"

Abbiati is really unlucky.

The national team is eating Buffon's leftovers.

The club ate Dida's leftovers.

He finally earned a place in the team with his steady performance.

It turned out that Nima was already over thirty.

To paraphrase Liu Bei: The flesh has been revived!

However, in the goalkeeper position, age has never been the sole measure of success.

At 33, Abbiati remains ambitious.

In the VIP box, Gattuso suddenly jumped up.

"Beautiful! Christian!"

"Don't give that Chinese man any chance!"

Liu Yi wasn't discouraged even though the ball didn't go in.

Instead, he gave Rooney a thumbs up.

His archery skills were superb, but his strength was still lacking.

At that distance, a goalkeeper in top form would absolutely be able to make the save.

However, this attack also reflects Manchester United's current predicament.

That means the only points of attack that pose a threat are Rooney and Liu Yi.

If these two players are marked tightly, Manchester United's attack will be bogged down and struggle to make progress.

After all.

It's still Glazer's fault.

Every transfer window has been all talk and no action.

Even when Sir Alex Ferguson was still alive, the trend of "price gouging alliances" had already begun to emerge.

If Sir Alex Ferguson were to retire...

The head coach who comes in is lacking in both prestige and experience.

The Glazers must be sucking up huge amounts of money and making a fortune!

For the next period of time, both sides had their share of offense and defense.

The main stalemate occurred on the flanks.

38 minutes.

Emmanuelson played a through ball.

Ibrahimovic successfully broke the offside trap while moving to the wing.

He strode into the penalty area.

The absolute speed of the "Swedish Tower" is not fast.

But that long leg stride was comparable to Xiaoxiao/Hunan's.

The visual impact is off the charts.

He delivered a cross with his left foot.

Ferdinand scoffed.

It's a rumor, isn't it?

It can't even get over the top of my head.

A dark shadow flashed by.

Robinho, who was sprinting at high speed, didn't even need to jump.

A header in front of the goal.

The football went into the net.

The sudden counter-attack caught Manchester United off guard.

"Goal again."

"Two to zero!"

"A connection between two Milan strikers!"

"Besides his finishing ability, Ibrahimovic's footwork is also incredibly agile for someone over 1.9 meters tall!"

"Robinho scores!"

"Finally, I can show off my samba dancing again at San Siro!"

Comment area.

[A two-goal lead? Is this still the Milan team I know, the old-school, possession-based, slow-paced team?]

If Allegri can win this match decisively, he will absolutely be canonized; he will have successfully outmaneuvered Ferguson.

Don't be discouraged, this is only the first leg, there's still the second leg. And if Manchester United can get an away goal, the game back at Old Trafford will be much easier.

"Hehe, Milan hasn't shown such a fast pace since Zaccheroni left."

"Back in the day, Bierhoff's pivot play, combined with Weah and Shevchenko's lightning-fast attacks, led Milan's unreliable midfield and defense to a 98/99 Serie A title, often called the 'mini-World Cup'!"

"Later, when Ancelotti took over, the 'four number 10s' control system was unparalleled. If it weren't for their defeat in Istanbul, the Rossoneri could have won two Champions League titles in the first decade of this century!"

"Allegri's general tactical approach is basically the same as Ancelotti's style of play. But unexpectedly, he suddenly changed it up today and used a fast-paced style, with excellent results from his consecutive one-touch passes."

The camera focuses on De Gea.

The Spanish goalkeeper's eyes were lifeless.

He was pretty helpless after those two goals.

Seeing my friend on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Milan then got another corner kick opportunity.

Liu Yi strode to the edge of the penalty area and patted the Spanish goalkeeper on the shoulder.

"It's okay, David, don't worry, I'll handle this."

De Gea raised his hand and gave an "OK" sign.

My mindset seems to have stabilized.

Also.

Without exceptional mental fortitude, given the sheer ferocity of the "nightmare squad" defense during the Van Gaal and Mourinho eras in this parallel universe, Duck would probably have been defeated long ago.

First half stoppage time.

Manchester United's formation briefly changed to 4-4-1-1.

Liu Yi dropped back to the attacking midfield position, ready to receive the ball.

Milan's defensive midfielder Van Bommel is extremely aggressive.

He is in no way inferior to his infamous teammate Zlatan Ibrahimovic, one of the "Four Villains," or Nigel de Jong, the Manchester City midfielder who has close ties to AC Milan.

The Dutch have a very straightforward way of thinking.

Anticipating the move, he used his physical advantage to push Liu Yi aside and directly made a steal.

"Van Bommel is standing very close!"

"Let's see how Liu Yi handles this."

Liu Yi did not stop the ball.

Just before touching the ball, he turned his head and quickly scanned his surroundings.

At the same time, he made a very subtle waving gesture.

It didn't escape Van Bommel's sharp eyes.

Hmph, trying to pass the ball?

It's not that easy!

Van Bommel shifted his weight, intending to block the passing lane.

I don't know.

Everything was within Emperor Yi's calculations.

Seizing the moment when Van Bommel spread his legs wide and felt heavy, Liu Yi deftly flicked his right heel.

The ball skimmed along the grass and swiftly passed between the Dutchman's legs.

Using his explosive power advantage, he turned around and swept past Van Bommel.

The ball and the player have passed each other!

A few short, unconscious gasps suddenly rang out from the Milan stands.

Oh, wait, that's not right.

I'm a Milan fan.

bah bah bah.

"Too slow turning speed!"

"A terrible Van Bommel!"

Rooney, who was in front of Liu Yi, also started a fierce charge.

The two players instantly threw Milan's defense into complete chaos.

Rooney took Thiago Silva with him as usual.

Liu Yi was left behind, taking frequent, small, quick steps with an unpredictable rhythm.

Mexes felt dizzy and disoriented.

He didn't know whether Liu Yi's next move would be to shoot or continue dribbling.

"A series of feints!"

Mexes finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Are you going to shoot or not?!

Suddenly, he stuck out a foot.

That's exactly what I've been waiting for.

Liu Yi flicked his ankle and hooked Mexes past him.

Mexes, on the other hand, lost his balance due to the excessive force of his tackle and stumbled, falling to his knees again.

have to.

He was knocked down twice by Liu Yi.

Even if Milan wins today, their rating won't be good.

Moreover————

The first half isn't over yet!

Just as he passed Mexes.

Liu Yi, standing at the edge of the penalty area, raised his right leg high and then swung it down hard.

A dull thud sounded.

The football roared towards Milan's goal!

The distance is about twenty meters, and it is enhanced by a large number of badges.

Even with divine assistance, Abbiati could only watch helplessly.

"pretty!"

"Goal!"

"Liu Yi!"

"Here it comes, a spectacular slam of world-class goals!"

"Just as the first half was about to end."

Manchester United have pulled one back!

"A crucial goal! It really boosted morale!"

"What a stage-setter, Liu Yi! The stronger the opponent, the more excited he gets!"

boom!

In the away stands, the Manchester United away fans, who had been under pressure for most of the game, finally found an outlet for their frustration.

Die-hard fans frantically chanted Liu Yi's name.

Amidst the chaos and noise of the San Siro stadium, the intermittent strains of "Liu Yi's Song" echoed.

Liu Yi did not celebrate wildly after scoring the goal.

Instead, he bypassed Abbiati and ran straight into the net to grab the ball.

An away goal serves as insurance for the two-legged series.

But not enough.

Before moving to Manchester, Manchester United needs more assets.

On the bench, Scholes jumped up and wildly raised his arms.

"Good lad! I knew it!"

Giggs looked at his excited old partner and laughed heartily.

"Liu saved your life by half. If you come back but can't play in the Champions League, you'll be incredibly frustrated."

Yes.

The Premier League is certainly important.

But in the hearts of the older generation of Manchester United players.

Defeating the inner demon Barcelona, ​​winning the battle to defend the universe, and returning to the top of Europe would be the most perfect ending for the Class of '92 and the Ferguson era.

Before I knew it, I had come all this way.

On Liu Yi's shoulders, the unfulfilled expectations and thoughts of these old folks were also entrusted.