chsdbacks Chapter 90 Two goals and one assist were not enough to save the day. The Red Devils' backfield
Chapter 90 Two goals and one assist were not enough to save the day. The Red Devils' backfield
Chapter 90 Two shots and one assist were not enough to save the day. The Red Devils' backcourt was riddled with holes, and only Liu Yi was able to leave with his head held high!
The Old Trafford stadium transformed into a frenzied vortex, brimming with the adrenaline-pumping atmosphere of the derby.
The rapid succession of goals put both teams in a highly excited state.
Mancini was the first to make adjustments.
Dzeko replaced Balotelli, the key player in this match.
The striker Pochettino, who came from the "powder keg city" of Serrajevo, is no ordinary player.
Even when he played for Wolfsburg, he already had the ability to compete for the title of "Bundesliga Little Cannon".
If it weren't for Tevez's homesickness...
Mancini actually managed to put together a dream quartet of "Aguero/Tevez/Balotelli/Dzeko".
Immediately afterwards, Mancini made another substitution.
Nashley, one of the former "North London Four," came on to replace Aguero, another striker who had performed exceptionally well in this match.
Manchester City made a tactical change.
Ferguson did not wait any longer.
Hernandez replaced Nani.
They hoped to have Liu Yi and "Little Pea" frequently switch positions to attack the opponent's flanks and see if they could create an opportunity to tie the score.
Unfortunately, David Silva maintained firm control of the game's tempo.
77 minutes.
D. Silva's diagonal through ball easily broke through the exhausted Manchester United defense.
Dzeko bursts into the penalty area, going one-on-one with the goalkeeper.
Facing De Gea's attack.
Pochettino remained remarkably calm, delivering a deft, nutmeg-like shot that found the back of the net.
2: 4!
"Manchester United! They've conceded another goal!"
"The connection between the midfield and the backfield is completely broken."
"It's hard to believe this is a top club that beat Arsenal 8-2 at the start of the season!"
The fans weren't surprised; instead, they were buzzing with discussion.
Manchester United thrashed Arsenal, and Manchester City beat Manchester United. If Arsenal then beat Manchester City, wouldn't that create a closed loop?
[Arsenal beat Manchester City? The current Arsenal is basically Manchester City's second team! Look at Mancini's squad: Nasri, Kolo Toure, Clichy—aren't they all former Arsenal players?!]
[I feel like we still have a chance, after all, we're only down by two goals, and—oh no, another one!]
The scarlet numbers on the scoreboard seemed to dance with such cold indifference.
The score has suddenly become 2:5!
The broadcast footage shows...
On the field, David Silva delivered a precise through pass to the left wing.
Edge of the penalty area.
Dzeko received the ball and, without hesitation, opted for a shot with the inside of his foot!
The football skimmed along the grass and shot like an arrow into the bottom left corner of Manchester United's goal.
On the sidelines, Sir Alex Ferguson's face was ashen.
Mike Perrin didn't dare to breathe.
She was afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting the old man so much that he would have a stroke.
But Perrin vaguely heard the old man muttering something.
Prick up your ears.
They were actually calling out names: "Mata—Martinez—Modric—Sneijder—"
These are all on Manchester United's transfer target list for the midfield.
Disappointed Manchester United fans began to leave the stadium.
Sir Alex Ferguson built the red empire with his own hands, but the walls of the empire could not escape the erosion of time. As the generation that had achieved great success turned away, all that was left for the fans under the halo of "The Theatre of Dreams" was endless melancholy for the past. The fans in this red are hard to realize that the rise and fall of the team is like the ebb and flow of the tide.
Modern football is not a wish-fulfillment story; no team can stay at the top forever.
But some players can.
The team's defense had collapsed, the midfield had completely lost control, and even Rooney was nowhere to be found.
Liu Yi is still struggling to hold on.
There were no reinforcements and no way to retreat.
Like a small boat in a tsunami.
Lescott's face contorted in a grimace.
That expression seemed to say, "At this point, what are you still struggling for?"
Ashley Young, in desperation, delivered a rather outrageous cross.
Kompany gladly accepted the generous gift.
How could you pass the ball to yourself?!
The Belgian captain calmly leaped into the air.
A powerful header clears the ball.
Not far away.
Liu Yi and Lescott both rushed towards the second landing point.
Next to Manchester United's number 19 was Richards, who was responsible for blocking him.
1V2.
The frontal breakthrough route has been completely blocked.
Ferguson looked sullen.
Without a reliable midfield orchestrator, they can only rely on high crosses from the wings, which have a low success rate and can't create much damage.
When everyone thought Manchester United's attack would come to nothing.
Liu Yi faces the goal.
Twist your body and swing your legs.
A powerful volley!
The posture is extremely relaxed.
It leans almost at a sharp angle to the turf.
Fans who witness this scene 10 years from now will surely exclaim: So it turns out that Director M's "lying shot" was learned from Yi Di!
The football skimmed the ground and then dipped a second time.
In an incredible way, he leaped lightly toward the gates of the Blue Moon Legion!
Joe Hart made a diving save based on goalkeeper instinct.
But it was too late.
With a shooting skill of 86, plus the added bonus of various badges.
When in open space, they can almost freely unleash all sorts of tricky shots.
Rub, scoop, pick, ...
Whether or not the ball goes in depends almost entirely on the goalkeeper's current condition.
For a period of time just now, Manchester City kept Manchester United pinned in their own half.
Joe Hart was standing in front of the door and almost caught a cold.
The sudden counterattack caught him completely off guard.
The moment the football hit the net.
A faint glimmer of light suddenly appeared on the faces of the Manchester United fans, whose faces had been ashen and dim.
"pretty!"
"Manchester United's counter-attack!"
"It's a pity the defense collapsed too early!"
"3:5!"
"Liu Yi truly lives up to his reputation as a genius. With two goals and one assist in this match, he is undoubtedly the MVP of the losing team tonight."
"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to award him the MVP, just like Jerry West did!"
"After tonight, Liu Yi's net worth will probably start at twenty million!"
"Only Liu Yi can leave Old Trafford with his head held high after that tragic night!!"
There was no passionate celebration.
Joe Hart still wanted to pick up the ball.
Liu Yi scooped the ball out of the goal.
He didn't want to end up like Baihe, being attacked by the masses for lacking a "sense of collective honor".
In fact, there is no need to have such considerations.
Chinese media have already figured out how to exonerate him.
"Yi Di did his best, his teammates are playing like they're in the Chinese Super League."
Dzeko slowly and leisurely kicked off the game.
The ball was passed around in the backfield for two or three minutes.
Clattenburg blew the whistle to end the game.
Old Trafford Stadium.
Manchester United 3-5 Manchester City.
Because of Liu Yi's existence, the "1:6" tragedy that almost shook the foundations of the Ferguson dynasty in another parallel universe did not occur.
But everyone knows that Liu Yi alone cannot fix the Red Devils' chronic problems.
Balotelli had already taken off his jersey and removed his "Why always me" inner shirt, walking straight up to Liu Yi.
"Change jerseys?"
Liu Yi did not refuse Balotelli.
It's a pity we didn't win the game, but I gave it my all and have done my best for the team.
Balotelli grinned foolishly, casually stuffed a piece of clothing into Liu Yi's arms, and turned to run towards the players' tunnel.
Liu Yi looked down and froze on the spot.
"Hey, Mario, stop right there!"
"Weren't we exchanging jerseys? What's the meaning of giving me this 'whyalwaysme' jersey?!"
Sidelines.
Manchester United had a special guest to support them.
Famous snooker player Lao Ding.
As a leading figure in Chinese snooker, he lived in Liverpool when he first arrived in England.
As an agent for a Liverpool fan, he often took him to Anfield to watch games.
Over time, Ding Junhui became a Manchester United fan.
This defeat also infuriated the jailer.
I originally came here on a pilgrimage to Manchester United, and also to witness the derby.
As a result, they were defeated by their city rivals, who scored five goals.
Fortunately, witnessing the outbreak among our compatriots made the trip worthwhile.
"Hello, Ding Hui!"
"Hello, Liu Yi!"
When you're far from home, it's always especially comforting to chat with compatriots who speak fluent Chinese.
The two chatted happily, from their experiences in England to the recent situation, and soon their conversation returned to the match.
The jailer asked Liu Yi.
"Um, which do you think is more difficult, shooting two shots and passing one pass or a break of 147?"
Liu Yi thought for a moment.
It seems that these two items are completely incomparable!
However, I heard that tournament organizers offer substantial prize money for a break of 147.
How many 147s have you hit?
Ding Junhui counted on his fingers.
"Uh—two."
It seems that a break of 147 is more dependent on one's form.