In the heavy rain in Istanbul, the crazy celebration of Atatuk Olympic Stadium was finally suspended by the referee forcibly interfering. The game has not ended yet, and Liverpool still has the opportunity to attack and equalize the score. If Manchester United players continue to celebrate so unscrupulously, they will definitely be angrily complained by Liverpool players, saying that they took the opportunity to delay the game time.

Just as Manchester United players returned to the court, the fourth official also stood on the sidelines. He held up the electronic billboard high, and the numbers on it were the last stoppage time of the game - three minutes!

There are still the last three minutes left to equalize the score. If they cannot score, they will regretfully pass by the championship trophy.

Ferguson also recovered from his excitement. He stood on the sidelines, wrapped his hands around his chest, staring at the stadium nervously. In the last three minutes, anything could happen. Think about the final of Manchester United against Bayern Munich six years ago...

But don't let me go, you guys! He stared at the Manchester United players on the court and gritted his teeth in his heart. If this happens to his team, he and Manchester United will be laughing stocks.

"There are three minutes left, be sure to hold on!" Van Nystruey, who had been replaced, patted his sportswear jacket, stood on the sidelines, rolled his hands into a trumpet shape, and shouted inside.

While Manchester United was celebrating wildly, Benitez had completed the substitution adjustment work. This time he played the last card and did not leave any hand because he wanted to play overtime with Manchester United.

Cice replaced Traore, who did nothing after Manchester United's fierce press, and after the substitution, Liverpool only had two regular defenders, Hypia and Carragher. As for Garcia and Smitchell who were dragging behind, they obviously did not regard themselves as defenders. In other words, Liverpool now has a strange formation of 253 on the field. The real defenders on the back line are only Hypia and Carragher, Louis Garcia, Smitchell, Gerrard, and Xavi Alonso and Harman form five midfielders. Among these five, Garcia and Smitchell dragged behind slightly, both as full-backs and as wing forwards. Xavi Alonso and Harman form double midfielders, while Gerrard plays front midfielders; there are three people on the forward line, Korwell, Barroche and Cice.

Benitez's intention is also very obvious, to strengthen the offense and intend to make a desperate bet in the last three minutes.

The game started again, and Liverpool kept the football firmly under his feet and advanced into Manchester United's penalty area. Liverpool's players were smart and did not rush to send the football directly to Manchester United's goal with long passes, because in that case, they might lose possession faster.

As long as the football is controlled by one's own side, you can launch an attack at any time. Time is not too long, and what is important at this time is not the quantity of the attack, but the quality.

Harvey Alonso also rushed up and threw himself into the attack. Gerald saw him and passed the football over.

In the last moment, Smitchell relied on his physical strength advantage that he had just appeared on the court and made a tough forward move forward, finally breaking through Neville and tearing a hole in Manchester United's right defense!

Although Smitchell is not a speed player, it is not too difficult for him to break through the exhausted Neville after he just came on the court.

Cheers from Liverpool fans at the scene started.

Manchester United players believe that Smitchell will definitely make a cross from the bottom, Ferdinand catches up and blocks him and prevents him from entering the penalty area, while Baros in the middle is handed over to Vidic.

Smitchell did not pass the football to his Czech national team player Baros, nor even to the goal. He directly made a pass from the diagonally behind, and the football flew outside the penalty area!

Alonso received the ball, and he made a move to shoot, allowing Keane to throw the center of gravity out and block it with his body, but he made a pass, targeting Gerald on the other side!

The ball was passed very well, and there was almost no one to guard when Gerald received the ball. After he got the ball, he turned around and shot directly!

Everyone stood up from their seats. If they entered, Manchester United fans would be in vain. If they didn't enter... Liverpool would be finished.

"Bang!"

This is the time to hear this sound in this game?

"The crossbar prevented Gerald from shooting! The crossbar prevented Liverpool!"

The football bounced back when it hit the crossbar, and the attack was not over yet.

Although Gerald did not shoot the ball into the goal, it also caused Manchester United's entire defense to be shaken. Cice appeared at the landing point of the ball, and he had a chance to make up the ball into the goal...

"Shot--"

The football flew directly out of the crossbar...

I didn't kick the front part and I shot high.

Ferguson felt his legs were weak, which was too irritating to his heart... He pressed his left chest with his hand and could clearly feel his heartbeat speed.

"Damn..." he murmured weakly.

Next to him, Queros groaned, "You know, just now, I almost thought I had a heart attack..."

Not only Ferguson and Queros, but also Jiang Feng, who was watching the football in the box, was frightened and suddenly jumped up, and his heart also increased its beating speed.

"This can even be said to be the best offensive opportunity for Liverpool in the second half, but Crossbench rejected Gerald, and Cice's supplementary shot was directly kicked into the sky! Liverpool's luck is so bad! Or, Manchester United's luck is so good..."

Xisai held his head with his hands. He had a chance to be a hero... But with such a short playing time, his body was not even hot and his feet were still cold. How could he feel like shooting? If you give him five more minutes... Damn it! Bastard!

Gerald stood in front of the goalkeeper Van der Sar powerlessly, and shook his head helplessly.

He got a balloon in the first half, and in the second half, he went to the other side.

It's too hard, lighter, and the football goes down a little bit and you can fly directly into the goal. Van der Sar has surrendered his gun...

Evra kissed the doorpost wildly, and words could no longer describe his mood at this moment.

The goal was not scored, which greatly hit Liverpool's morale. Although the game was over one minute left, Liverpool could no longer be able to raise his spirits to attack.

What's more, Manchester United firmly controlled the football under their feet and was not in a hurry to attack. They just kept falling in the midfield in the backcourt. Even if they were booed by Liverpool fans, Manchester United's players were unmoved.

In this way, the game is getting closer and closer.

Even the commentator announced: "The game is over, Liverpool was hit by the crossbar just now, and they seemed to have lost all their courage and fighting spirit in an instant, and they had no idea how to play the remaining minute of the game. Now under the control of Manchester United, Liverpool players are fooled by them..."

In the private room, a smile finally appeared on Jiang Feng's face again.

Football is still under the feet of Manchester United players. Except for Gerald, Liverpool players have no intention of coming up to grab the ball. They saw that Manchester United wanted to delay time until the end of the game, and no one wanted to go up to be the monkey who was being fooled...

Outside the Manchester United bench and coaching seat, players and coaches gathered on the sidelines, waiting for the referee to whistle three times so they could rush in to celebrate.

Ferguson was caught in the crowd and was trying to hide the joy on his face. The game was not over yet, so he didn't want the people on the court to think they could relax.

In the stands at the Atatuk Olympic Stadium, Liverpool fans stopped, while Manchester United fans have been singing since Ole Gunnar Solskjaer scored. In addition to Gerald's goal post and Cice's supplementary shots, the singing is now mixed with increasing cheers. Everyone - no, all Manchester United fans - are waiting for that moment to arrive.

The referee was looking at the watch. He had already put the whistle in his mouth. Maybe the next second he would hear the pleasant whistle.

There are ten seconds left in injury time.

Gerald kept running and finally grabbed the ball! This may be Liverpool's last chance!

There are seven seconds left in injury time.

Roy Keane rushed out of the diagonal stab, forcing Gerald to take out the ball and could not pass it out.

Gerald wanted to get rid of Keane like crazy. He was betting that the ball was on the offensive side now, and the referee would not blow the whistle to end the game unless the attack was completely out of place. However, first of all, he needed to show that he was attacking, rather than being entangled with Joe Keane in the midfield.

Keane coldly watched the old opponent who had fought with him for many years and longed for victory and championship. He felt the same, but who told us to be the opponent? This time I will disappoint you.

Gerald was waiting for his teammates to support him, but he didn't dare to pass it back, because he was afraid that the referee would blow the whistle as soon as the ball was passed back.

Keane found that Gerald didn't seem to focus all his attention on the football under his feet, and this was an opportunity!

Without hesitation, he stretched out his foot from behind, and Rangerard staggered and lost the ball!

After discovering that the football was broken, Gerald's heart was like an ice cave for an instant.

Then he heard the least voice he wanted to hear:

"Dou!Dou!Dou—"

"The competition is over-" The commentator's voice was then drowned out by even louder cheers.

Manchester United players and coaches waiting for the sidelines could no longer contain their excitement and rushed into the stadium in a swarm to hug and celebrate with the players on the stadium.

Ferguson was not that excited. He had not forgotten that he had to shake hands with the other head coach. Although he still didn't like Benitez, as a winner, he still did not reject it.

So he walked towards Benitez with a smile.

Opposite Ferguson, Benitez came up with a pale face.

Neither of the two spoke, and it was not appropriate to say that it was a handshake. They just touched their fingertips and separated immediately. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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