"Rashford won his second goal in the Champions League. He still has to thank King Dong. It is really a blessing to play football next to him. How many players are envious and jealous of him."

"I said before that even a dog can be tied to King Dong, and Rashford is the best dog. Van Persie and Falcao on the bench can't do it. They were thinking about leaving Manchester United before, don't they want to leave the Champions League? Unless they go to Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​or Bayern Munich, what else can they do if they leave Manchester United? Even as a substitute, they are still contributing to Manchester United. Some players will never win a Champions League in their lifetime, but when they are with King Dong, sometimes they will even forget how many they have taken..."

When Rashford celebrated, he naturally looked for Dong Fangzhuo. Now Dong Fangzhuo is equivalent to half of his master.

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"We're not in the same district, are we?"

Messi sat on the sofa and looked at Pique.

He was really worried and asked Harvey in a daze.

"No, it's a half-district."

"We're going to meet."

Xavi's expression was very pessimistic. He actually didn't know that Messi knew it clearly, but Messi just said it casually.

"If you want to win the championship, you will meet sooner or later. It's actually nothing to meet in the semi-finals." Messi nodded and calmed down again.

He sat in front of the TV and watched both games. The more he looked at it, the more he felt a little panicked.

In his career, he met Dong Fangzhuo and made him look so ugly. If he were other opponents, he would never lose his composure like this.

This has been the case for many years.

Harvey didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

The two of them were silent, maybe they had thoughts in their hearts, but they didn't say them out.

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on site,

Allegri walked around the command seat with a bitter face.

Then he looked at the bench and his eyes were on Morata.

Could it be that I am going to Morata now?

Are you a little anxious? Wait a little longer?

He himself seemed a little hesitant. Because it was too early now, if he replaced people at such an early time, he would be wasting a place to replace people.

But if you don't, can you really score a goal as soon as possible?

I feel a little crazy!

Beep,

The whistle sounded again.

The game resumed and Manchester United slowed down the pace of the offense slightly. They didn't need to worry at all now.

However, it is not easy for Juventus, who needs to score goals, to enter Manchester United's penalty area. Because their tactical ideas are too simple and obvious, they just want to find Lorent.

Teves instead responded to the surrounding area to instigate, but stayed away from the penalty area, which reduced his threat.

As a result, Tevez, who was a little depressed, suddenly shot a long shot from 30 meters away.

The ball flew straight into the sky.

"Tevis,"

“Old,”

"You are not the powerful striker back then."

Rhinekel sighed.

"Now Manchester United's defense has expanded, and they have been defending since Rashford. It can be imagined how hungry they are for the Champions League. Every player is not a fool. They know what this season means."

Click,

Rashford knocked Pirlo down in the frontcourt, and Pirlo fell on the turf for half a day and couldn't get up. The referee also gave Rashford a yellow card.

"pretty,"

"Rashford has made progress again, and has made progress on a tactical level."

“He can do more for the team.”

"Is this also taught him by King Dong?"

Pirlo limped up and ended up having nothing to do.

But not long after the game resumed, he was plotted against by another player, and Carrick easily pushed him on the wing.

Originally, Pirlo wanted to find space there, but he didn't expect Manchester United's wing defense to be as strong as it was.

"Where is Pogba? He needs to stand up at this time, but he has not. He should prove that he is qualified to lead Juventus forward. Didn't he think he is very strong? After playing in Old Trafford for so long, he didn't perform at all. Is he guilty?"

At this moment, Juventus seemed to be the only one fighting between Pirlo and Vidal in the midfield. Although they were eager to equalize the score, the offensive rhythm was a bit messy. Pirlo could not get Pogba's help by his side, so he was a little bit unbearable.

If it is in the Serie A arena, Juventus is actually very powerful. But now there is Dong Fangzhuo, the world's number one, on the other side! What can he do?

Pogba kept following Dong Fangzhuo and never dared to join the attack. This was also his tragedy.

In the first 30 minutes, Juventus was still powerless.

"clatter,"

However, Dong Fangzhuo became more and more skilled as he played.

Under Pogba's nose, Rooney gave a straight pass.

It’s a pity that Rooney has no advantage in speed and is stuck in position by Bonucci.

"Rooney is really old,"

"Actually, it's not very suitable for Manchester United's rhythm. He's not like Scholes, Giggs and others. Although his bloodline is from Manchester United, his life has been too indulgent for many years, ruining his body and feeling emptied. He can always play a good goal in the half... "

Juventus tried to launch a quick counterattack, and Vidal received the ball in the middle, but was also intercepted by Rojo.

Dong Fangzhuo came back to pick him up, and Pogba was one step slower.

"That fool,"

"He can't keep up with the pace of King Dong at all."

"He finally knows what level of player he is, right?"

When Pogba came to Dong Fangzhuo, Dong Fangzhuo had already transferred the ball to Mata.

Mata's flatball passes Rashford.

Rashford and Barzali collided with each other, and the two refused to give in. As a result, Barzali had an unnecessary move in his hand and slapped Rashford's face with his palm.

Beep,

The whistle sounded, the foul was foul.

"nice shot."

“This is a pretty good set piece.”

"It's King Dong's turn to perform."

"He has a chance to kick the ball in."

"We have to keep our eyes wide because you might miss his great goal in the blink of an eye."

The audience began to shout Dong Fangzhuo's name.

After the walls were lined up, everyone in the stands held their breath...

Dong Fangzhuo was hunched and stared at Buffon.

Buffon was now in front of the door like a wood carving, but Dong Fangzhuo knew that Buffon would not be calm.

Bang,

He also shot an elevator ball.

“Alas~”

No matter how high a human wall is, it cannot stop his superb shooting skills.

With a shout, the ball directly crossed the wall, fell down quickly, and rushed into the goal.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Why is the other side!"

Buffon was stunned,

Pirlo was stunned, too

This is too unscientific! It’s too difficult to shoot!

The elevator ball in the opposite direction requires that the quality of the free throw is much higher.
Chapter completed!