Chapter 205: The God of Heaven Does Not Make Beauty
There is no harm without comparison.
That’s okay to say.
But is this game okay?
Manchester United's forwards have no credit but hard work. At least on the defensive end, they have done a very good job.
Perhaps outstanding is not enough to describe it, but "amazing" would do.
Although Martial and Rashford are not good at shooting, they spare no effort in defense.
But the score of 5:6 is still too heartbreaking.
Everyone has worked hard until now, but it does not mean that there are no regrets in making heroic sacrifices.
There is only one thought, and that is to kill the opponent!
"Try harder!"
"The sun will kill them!"
Luo Wu was celebrating and told his teammates this.
"Just one more goal and their mentality will break."
There is no need for Emery to mobilize.
It's different at Manchester United.
Mourinho put his arms around the necks of Pogba and Herrera and quickly arranged tactics with them.
Little did they know that both sleeves were soaked with their sweat.
To be able to sweat so much in this cold December is enough to show how fierce the battle is.
But at this moment, snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky.
"It's snowing!"
When Mourinho raised his head, a fiery light flashed in his eyes, and he was beaming with joy!
He is not afraid of a tough fight, but is afraid of his opponent playing too smoothly.
The harsher the environment, the more he can use tactics and the environment to adjust and weaken his opponent's strength.
Then he concentrated on strategizing again.
The referee was a little impatient. Even the Arsenal players had returned to their positions. Are they still gathering together?
But I still pretended not to see it...
This face is given to me.
Emery also took action and called Iwobi up again to warm up.
Kolasinac was also kicked off the bench.
This damn weather made him feel like he needed to prepare in advance...
Hope there are no injuries!
beep,
The whistle finally sounded.
Manchester United's formation quickly opened up, but the ball was passed backwards.
The Arsenal players stood their ground but were not in a hurry to press forward.
Pogba came back to ask for the ball and made two short passes to Herrera.
Only then did the Arsenal players come up.
The two men quickly moved to both sides, and Pogba passed the ball to Herrera again.
Herrera saw the movements of Rashford and Martial during his movement.
Two people, one left and one right, penetrated Arsenal's defense, but Herrera didn't pass the ball!
Straight to Lingard!
Lingard plans to enter Longtan alone?
No,
He poked the ball up.
Rashford quickly moved into the middle, and behind him, Fellaini came in!
Another damn tactic.
Although Jenkinson followed Fellaini, the difference in size was too obvious. He jumped almost at the same time, but Fellaini's height was too dominant.
This is obviously a high-altitude bombing tactic.
It had just snowed and the ground was still slippery! Jenkinson ran too hard and couldn't even jump.
He was immediately crushed and was not on the same level at all.
Fellaini hit the falling ball with a mighty lion's head, and Jenkinson had nothing to do!
Once the weather changes, it really changes.
boom--
The ball flies to the upper right corner of the goal!
Cech had already observed all this, and actually stood at the near post, raised his right hand, and the ball went out of the baseline.
"Hoo~"
"Damn it!"
With huge sighs in the stands, Manchester United missed a goal again.
The chance to equalize the score slipped away.
This goal scared the entire Arsenal fans and the bench to shrink their necks.