"Danger! This Aoki is too fast! Looking at Aoki, who started at high speed, Akichi couldn't help but sit up straight.

Multiply...

Greenwood ENGLAND 18 years old 181cm

Synthesis 82

Offensive 80

Defend 50

Stamina: 85

Speed 92

Bounce 70

Pass 68

Shot 80

Mind 85

Spirit 75

Stunt: Break through the wing, change direction inside the cut

The data is cold, and it can be seen that my neck is cold, no wonder I ran so fast, and the speed was actually 92!

Winks: "Young people have momentum, and there are really few who are faster than him when it comes to speed." ”

On the pitch, Aoki went straight to the point of B Fee's pass, and Tottenham's new left-back Reguilon was not to be outdone, and he didn't convince anyone in terms of speed.

Multiply... Akiichi couldn't wait to check Lei Jilong's ability value.

Regieron SPAIN 23 years old 180cm

Synthesis 84

Offensive 75

Defense 82

Stamina 94

Speed 85

Bounce 78

Pass 85

Shot 65

Mind 80

Spirit 90

Stunt: Marking stamina, accurate passing

This Rejillon can! The speed does not fall behind, and the physical strength is so good, this ball has a show.

Two players, one white and one red, started a race on the field. Although Aoki started first, the ball did not fall before he arrived, which gave Reggillon time to chase, and by the time the ball fell, both of them were in place.

Physical strength, compared to the strong men of the Premier League, the 23-year-old Lei Jilong is slightly short and thin, but Aoki is only 18 years old after all, and he is not Lei Jilong's opponent in terms of strength, so he can only open his arms and have attached himself to the opponent.

"Aoki, take the ball first!" Master La reminded.

"Yes!" The first point of the ball was still obtained by Aoki, who felt the pressure of Regilon, and he could not turn around, so he could only wait for his teammates to come forward to respond.

At this time, Sanchez also rushed to help from the middle of the lane, trying to cut off the connection between Aoki and his teammates.

"There's a chance, pass it on!" As soon as Master La saw Sanchez running over to grab the ball, he immediately ran in the opposite direction to him.

Aoki quickly looked up and saw that the ball was in line with Sanchez and Master Ra at exactly three points. He understood and flicked the outside of his right foot to the side of his body, and the ball rolled in the direction of the penalty area, coinciding with the running route of Master La.

"What?" Sanchez, who was running at full speed, saw that the ball was rolling towards the team's penalty area, and knew that something was wrong, so he immediately turned around and chased.

"Oh no, it's Rashford." Rashford is one of the few players Ming Yi is more familiar with in the Premier League, and the fans of the Celestial Empire call him a master, because he is a young man and an old man, and he always has an unsmiling face and an old cadre expression.

Multiply... The snooping system was activated again, and the ability data of Master La's eyes jumped in front of him.

Rashford ENGLAND 24 years old 183cm

Synthesis 86

Offensive 88

Defend 50

Stamina: 75

Speed 86

Bounce 82

Pass 85

Shot 89

Mind 75

Spirit 83

Stunt: Trick Shadow Striker touches the ball in a Marseille maneuver

"Don't think about shooting!" Another Tottenham centre-back, Dier, rushed over and his voice startled the master.

This hesitation directly caused the ball to roll forward a few more meters, and the angle of the shot became smaller. Gone are the best shots on goal in theory.

But Marcus Rashford is not willing to give up, he is the most successful representative of Manchester United's youth academy in recent years, and is now Manchester United's number 10.

Although he can't be compared with Sheringham, Ruud van Nistelrooy and Wayne Rooney and other former Manchester United No. 10, but the roots of Manchester United's youth system, 19 years old into the England national team, the Red Devils' youngest No. 10 These labels are enough to prove that Master La's fortune is great.

Try it if you can't get in, and see Hart's teammates have to be kicked too! How can you do it without shooting?

Thinking of this, Master Ra raised his eyes to observe the position of goalkeeper Lori, and found that the near post had been blocked by him, the tall Lori was not angry and arrogant, and the domineering spirit of the world champion was not blown out.

Obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, he pulled his bow and arrows, shot with his feet, and the ball went straight to the far corner of the goal.

"Stay!" Dale let out a loud shout and made a flying tackle with his legs off the ground, which was the only way to block the shot.

Even though Dale used his whole body to solve the problem, he only touched the ball lightly and did not completely intercept the ball.

The angle was too great for Lloris to try to get down on his knees and block with one foot, but his long legs couldn't touch the ball.

"It won't go in!" Lloris judged from experience that the ball would not go straight into the net at least.

"Enter!" Master La didn't think so, if he could equalize at this time, the next game would be much easier.

Tens of thousands of eyes were staring at the trajectory of the football's flight.

The United fans stood up nervously, while the Tottenham fans were silent.

The ball hit Tottenham's right-hand post, but instead of rolling into the goal, it bounced out, and Lloris was right.

Master La hugged his head and regretted.

"Ahh And that's not all! I don't know who shouted.

This sound seemed to wake up the sleeping people, and the football field was changing rapidly, and the players would find that the situation had changed dramatically if they relaxed a little.

At the same time, it was found that a red-robed fighter was rushing towards the goal like a ghost, and it was Anthony Martial!

The striker is a central striker, and he is ready to shoot at the moment when his team-mate hits the goal, which is the nose of a striker.

Smell the wind and move, vigorous and resolute.

Lloris hurriedly got up to make amends, and by this time it was too late to get back to the goal line and wait for the shot, and by the time he ran into the goal, the ball had already gone in.

With the instincts of the top goalkeeper, Lori rushed directly in the direction of the football's run.

"Smack..."Martial's arch of his foot pushed steadily and quickly, but Lloris rose into the air before he fell, his body was completely stretched, like a wall, but unfortunately the hole under the wall was too obvious, and Martial's shot was completely ineffective.

"Oh... The goal went in again, and it was Manchester United's no.9, Anthony Martial, and the score was now 2-2".

On the radio, the home DJ announced Manchester United's goal, and he was completely devoid of the excitement of the previous Tottenham overtime, and his words revealed helplessness and bitterness.

The more than 30,000 Tottenham fans in the stands were just like him, just overtaking the score, and seeing the team's hope of winning all three points, turned their heads and slapped them with a stick.

But who can blame this ball? Everyone did their best.

Fernandes' attack, Aoki's breakthrough pass, Pull's possession and Anthony Martial's follow-up goal were all completed under the interference of the Tottenham players, and every step was like walking on thin ice. It can only be said that Tottenham have had some bad luck.

Tottenham, who had been celebrating a goal a minute earlier, could only watch in awe as the Red Devils players gathered together to sing and dance.

There are not many other Manchester United players, but there are many dancing kings.

French dancer Paul Pogba, who is of African descent, has a natural sense of musicality that has led him to his original 'dabbing' celebration when he was playing for Juventus, and he has continued this celebration since his return to Manchester United.