Anthony Martial, Coach Puller and Jesse Lingard are all good partners, and as long as one of these guys scores, there is sure to be a good show, even if the team is still behind the scoreline, it must not affect the Red Devils' hot debut.

"Phew, it's really good, isn't it just a equalizer!" Winks scolded, and the substitute players were so depressed, which shows how the players on the field felt.

Mingyi: "This B fee is not simple, and the passing seems to make no sense, but it makes people feel very uncomfortable." ”

Winks: "I think both sides are a problem, attacking and not being able to defend. ”

Mingichi: "We have a small number of midfielders, so they have an advantage in possession. ”

Tianyi's words did express the concern of the magic bird, the coach's arrangement is to grab the opening, establish the score as soon as possible and have an advantage, as long as the lead can be retracted defense.

How do you know that the advantage of a ball is in vain in just one minute, and the morale of the players is also hit.

In less than 20 minutes, 4 goals, from testing each other to attacking aggressively, the routines of the two teams seem to be exactly the same.

The magic bird had a feeling of pain in beating itself, which was indescribable, but extremely uncomfortable.

Originally, the Manchester United team in front of us was the product of their own painstaking management, and the age structure of the players was very reasonable, and a new dynasty may be born in a few years.

I didn't expect to lose to Liverpool, the strongest in the Premier League in the past two years, and was asked to roll up and leave, but the fruit trees I planted were picked by Suo Shuai.

The magic bird bowed his head and smiled bitterly, while the Red Devils coach's seat smiled. The reason that the predecessors planted trees and the later people took advantage of the shade was particularly sad when it came to Mu Shuai.

In the VIP room, several men were watching the court. The leader was a middle-aged bald head, and a pure large bald head, without a single hair on it, and his smooth scalp shone in the light of the spotlights.

The bald head was wearing a casual shirt, with sleeves rolled over his forearm, looking simple and capable, and several people around him were wearing straight suits, and their demeanor was obviously respectful to the bald head.

"Boss, why don't you sit down for a while, this is just the beginning, and there is still a lot of time." A man in a dark blue suit said to the bald head.

"Playing like this, the defense is terrible! This Mourinho, the boss told him to buy people, buy people, not bad money, he bought two Real Madrid don't want, I think he is old and confused. Another man in a suit continued.

This bald man is the famous Tottenham Hotspur club president Levy.

In people's impressions, Tottenham Hotspur is definitely the least rich of the Premier League Big6, however, Chairman Levy's worth is really not low, tens of millions of pounds are dead wages, and the market value of stocks is even more immeasurable. Levi, who is worth billionaires, is a regular on the list of Britain's richest people.

The men in suits around him are all club executives, and each of them is responsible for a share of practice. The final five league games are all about the club's final standings and Champions League places this season. Therefore, Chairman Levy came to the stadium today to personally supervise the lineup.

"You guys, is it really good to always talk behind your back? If you lose and scold the coach, if you lose the ball and blame the players, you will blame you. Bald Levy said angrily.

"I'm sorry, boss, don't be angry."

"Fired Boas, fired Uncle Bo, are you ready for me to fire Mourinho again? It's just a tie now, and you're all on the side? Are you okay, are you on? Levi yelled at one of them.

"Either you come, you give me three goals to win Manchester United." Levi pointed to another man.

"If you can't do it, don't do it, okay? Shut up for me. ”

How could the players on the pitch know that the boss was so angry, at this moment, Son Heung-min was standing in front of the ball, and the third midfield kick-off.

Sun Xingmin: "Brothers, don't worry, just go forward if you have the ball steadily, it's uncomfortable for us to attack them, the same." ”

Lucas Jr.: "Yes, play the ball early, don't let him get the ball comfortably!" ”

"Haha, do you guys still want us Bruno to pass the ball? It's a joke, so we'll see. Aoki snickered on the sidelines.

Little Lucas: "Hmph, little hairy boy, let's see." ”

The whistle sounded and the game continued. Son Heung-min passed the ball back to Ndenbele, and Aoki and Anthony Martial quickly ran forward to defend Ndombele with one left and one right.

"No. 28, you can't escape, let the ball out... Hey, hey" Aoki made a mistake against Ndenbele to make him get the ball out quickly.

Anthony Martial's running line was even more tricky, cutting off the connection between Ndembele and Hojbjerg.

"I'll you!" Ndenbele was also a tantrum when he saw the fire, and he straightened up, spread his arms, and swung his thighs to make a big foot movement.

Long passing? This played into the hands of Manchester United, who dominated the height of the back, and none of Son Heung-min, Lucas Jr. and Lamela were known for their headers. Tottenham's long pass is basically meaningless if the first drop point is not reached.

Aoki was already approaching, and when he saw that Ndembele was about to play a long pass, he rose to his feet and stretched out his legs to block the ball.

Ndenbele is tall and long-legged, and his movements are easy to show and not easy to retract, and besides, this Aoki talks so much nonsense at a young age, which is really a bit annoying, so he simply kicked it round and kicked it wherever he wanted.

Aoki and Ndenbele are already close at hand, and Aoki should be unable to avoid such a close distance, plus Ndenbele is tall and strong, so it must hurt.

However, Aoki jumped up to block the ball but did not completely turn his back on Ndenbele, he was watching Ndenbele's every move smartly, and when Ndenbele shot the ball into Aoki's body, he quickly retracted his leg and just blocked the shot.

I only heard the sound of "pop", and the ball smashed on the outside of Aoki's strong thigh, although it was painful, but there was a lot of meat in the thigh, which played a cushioning role and stopped the ball very softly.

"Good ball Aoki, pass it out!" B Fee stepped forward at the right time, ready to receive the pass.

"Don't want to get the ball" Lucas Jr. retreated to the midfield and rushed to support.

"It's now!" Aoki's beautiful passive offload blocked Tottenham's midfield organization, although B Fei didn't have a chance to get the ball, he could still pass back, and it was French defender Pogba who answered him!

"Boba, it's up to you!" Aoki passes the ball back to Pogba.

"Meaningless, Master La!" I saw that Pogba was not in a hurry, and with the inertia of the return pass, he inserted his toes into the bottom of the ball at the moment of hitting the ball.

Pogba's instep was straight, and the ball ran down his instep and hit his shinbone.

The ball flies high and far!

It's a textbook long pass. It flew directly over the head of the Tottenham defenders, landed exactly where it was on the line of the penalty area, and bounced off the ground and continued forward.

"It's not good, it's too fast!"