After the goal, in the direction of the coach's box, Mourinho ran out excitedly, roaring loudly and waving his fists.

He also raised his eyebrows proudly at the Tottenham Hotspur coaching box, which made Boas's eyelids jump and his mood worse.

The problem of Tottenham's backline, Mourinho still sees it.

Without Alderved's aerial battle, Tottenham were passive in aerial battles.

......

'It's a shame we fell behind, Manchester United were smart, they knew how to avoid risk and they scored this goal using the traditional English style of play. I hope the lads don't be sad, we still have a chance, and the fans don't blame too much, we.... Uh...."

Lawrence was stunned, and a neat and powerful singing voice came from the stands.

'Glory to Tottenham Hotspur!' ’

'Glory to Tottenham Hotspur!' ’

'Tottenham Hotspur forge ahead! ’

'Tottenham are the greatest team in the world! ’

'The King of North Deer Lane is the pride of North London! ’

The high-pitched voices of more than 60,000 fans filled the stadium at White Hart Lane.

In the face of conceding a goal, the Tottenham fans did not blame, abuse or boo, they encouraged the home team, and they tried to influence them as much as they could.

Pass on this will that belongs to White Hart Lane to them!

Boom!!

The neat applause, the applause of tens of thousands of people, intertwined, sounded like two thunders!

This was followed by the roar of sixty thousand men!

"Fighting!! ——”

Boom!!

"Fighting!! ——”

Boom!

"Fighting!! ——”

There was a white tide of anger in the stands, and their neat applause made the audience tremble.

Everyone's expressions were solemn, and they raised their hands in the air and roared angrily.

This scene, whether it is Manchester United or Tottenham Hotspur players, are suppressed.

Players and fans are complementary!

They are the closest relationship.

Fans guard the stands!

Players compete for victory!

At a time when morale is low, Tottenham fans inspire and motivate the players in their own way.

They are the most rustic, lovely group.

Lawrence, the on-site commentator, was slightly moved, and he looked at the White Hart Lane court in front of him, which was a feeling he had never felt before.

It's not so pale here anymore!

It's got a new color and a new soul!

Lawrence took a deep breath, and he said in a deep voice:

"Do you hear the fans?"

"That's what we want to convey to you!"

"When we win, we will give you our most sincere applause and cheers!"

"When the team is in trouble, we will be your strongest backing!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"No matter how tortuous and difficult the road ahead, we will always be with you!"

"Give it a go!"

"Win or lose, we'll bear it together!"

"This is our stadium, this is White Hart Lane, she can't tolerate the slightest desecration!"

Lawrence's voice grew higher-pitched, and he roared:

"Now is not the time to be depressed, stand up and fight! Tell everyone! ”

"This! Village! Be! White! Deer! Lane! ”

"We are Tottenham Hotspur!! ——”

Under the will of 60,000 people, there seems to be a strong fire burning in the eyes of the Tottenham players.

They stood up one by one, and Ibrahimovic looked solemn as he picked up the football and placed it in the center circle.

"It's awesome here!"

Ibrahimovic sighed.

Iguaí nodded: "It's a lovely bunch of fans!" ”

"So, we can't let them down!"

"Win it!"

"Win this game! Fight like a man! ”

Every Tottenham player walked to their place in silence, their expressions more solemn than ever.

An extremely oppressive atmosphere spread to the entire scene.

Yi Le lowered his head and moved his ankles, his body trembling slightly...

Kante pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fierce.

Sun Xingmin slapped his face with both hands, his cheeks were red, and his eyes stared straight at the opponent's goal!

Elkeson put his hands in front of his mouth, adjusting his breathing, and his heart was about to burst.

On the goal line, captain Lowry grinned, showing cold teeth, and the leather gloves slapped hard, roaring loudly.

"Fighting!!!! ——”

......

The whistle blew and the game resumed.

Tottenham are rarely less aggressive, but everyone's motivation has been mobilized, and even Higuain has started to run aggressively.

It's just that Tottenham doesn't seem to be in such a hurry to attack.

Yi Le holds the ball, and he takes the initiative to slow down the tempo.

In Tottenham's team, everyone can be excited, but not Yile, who needs to be absolutely calm.

The fans' belief makes their blood boil, but they may also be motivated by this enthusiasm.

Yile needs others to calm down first, so it takes the initiative to slow down.

In the first five minutes, Tottenham were almost down at the back, and Yi Le felt that his players had calmed down from that bloody state.

He looked at the timer, 40 minutes, five minutes left, and the first half was over.

They obviously can't go into the break with a trailing scoreline, which would make them very passive.

The score must be recovered.

Yi Le took a deep breath, he did not choose to pass the ball, but walked into the opponent's half with the ball.

That's the choice of Yile!

Come on! Fight bayonets!

The real battle begins!

......

Yi Le's entry into Manchester United's midfield has scared many people, after all, this guy's destructive power is truly amazing.

Manchester United began to shrink the defensive line, and Yile couldn't help but kick the football to Son Heung-min in frustration.

Sun Xingmin wanted to rely on speed to eat Damian, but this guy's speed was not slow, and Sun Xingmin had no choice but to pass back.

Elkeson received the ball and tried to pick up a pass towards the penalty area to find an opportunity, but Yile called for a pass from behind, which forced him to abandon the idea and pass back.

Yile reorganized the attack.

This time, he leaned slightly to the left, trying to form a triangle attack with Higuain and Elkeson.

But Higuain didn't seem to be familiar with this tactic, and it didn't work very smoothly, so Yile decisively gave up the idea.

Constantly cruising around the United penalty area put a lot of pressure on them, but Tottenham were also unable to find a suitable breakthrough.

Mourinho has a smile on his face...

Yile is indeed a good midfielder, but no matter what team faces this kind of bucket formation, they will feel distraught.

With Yi Le unable to get the ball into the box and Tottenham's forward line being restricted, what else do they have to score?

Elkeson catches the ball again.

He felt the movement whirling from behind him, and with a slight toe lift, he turned perfectly and got rid of Lingard's defense.

"Nice getaway! Elkeson showed his nimble foot skills, and there were many times in today's game, but it didn't have much effect! ”

That's right!

It didn't work!

Tottenham's passing was a bit aimless, and endless temptations were always met with disappointment.

Manchester United's defence is watertight.

The good news is that Jose Mourinho's bus is not in the way of Manchester United.

This Portuguese man can do this, and he is willing to keep this point until he is old.

Yi Le became a little anxious, time was running out, and they needed to break the goal as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Yi Le felt that the defensive power in his body had disappeared.

Take a closer look and see if you're not.

Manchester United is on the bus!

Mourinho really doesn't want to nod his face!

Don't give it a chance!

Yi Le gritted his teeth and said secretly: I can only fight.

There is less than a minute left.

Yile passed the ball to Higuain and asked him to harass the opposition's flanks.

He needs to use Higuain's individual ability to attract the defence.

Sure enough, United's defence began to pour to the left.

Yi Le took advantage of this kung fu to touch the outside of the big penalty area on the right wing and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

Higuain was almost stirring, and when he saw Yile asking for the ball, he didn't want to make a long pass.

Yi Le trotted over slowly, giving the illusion of stopping the ball, while watching the speed at which United's defence contracted.

They were deceived!

The line of defense is shrinking slowly!

Yi Le slowly accelerated, aimed at the landing point of the football, and directly picked up his right foot and jerked it over.

The deformation of the squeezing of the football, the force of the ball was so great, that it exploded like a cannonball.

The direction in which the ball was flying, Pogba's head was just in the way, and that was the only obstacle.

The Frenchman watched this volley, his pupils shrank, and he was so frightened that he quickly turned around and squatted.

Football runs straight through the Manchester United backline and towards the goal.

De Gea had no expectation of the cold shot, and he stiffened as he watched in horror as the ball slid into the net and lifted it into the net.

The stadium fell silent.

Yi Le kept the shot moving, gasping for breath when he saw the ball go into the net.

He slowly straightened up, turned around and slowly raised his hands....

The next moment, the stands were boiling like a volcanic eruption.

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"World !!!"

"Crazy easy! Perfect easy! Anything can be done! He saved Tottenham in one go! He is an angel sent by God!! ——”

"He helped Tottenham get back on the scoresheet with a world wave!!"

"We scored a goal in the last minute of the first half!!"

Lawrence was so excited that he roared, "Tell me out loud that it was ...... who scored for us."

Easy!!!!!!!!!! ——

The cheers of tens of thousands of relatives poured into the stadium like a tsunami.

Yi Lego raised his hands, bathed in cheers, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

Tottenham's players are crazy too!

When they returned home, they ran towards Yi Le, Higuain ran the fastest, jumped on Yi Le's back, and waved his hands in joy.

This ball, I have an assist!!

Others also gathered around, Sun Xingmin hugged Yi Le excitedly, and Ibrahimovic rubbed Yi Le's head and praised loudly.

Kante surrounded Yile and screamed and cheered.

......

In the coach's seat, Boas and Michelle also started instantly, and the two rushed to the sideline frantically and cheered loudly.

They were so excited!

Boas had lost hope in the first half, but he didn't expect that at the last moment, Yile would stand up.

With a volley, he equalized with a world wave.

It's just a morale boost.

Boas called Yile over loudly, hugged him violently, and patted him on the back vigorously.

"Beautiful! Well done! ”

Yi Le also laughed out loud happily.

Letting go of Yile, Boas was still a little excited in his heart, he applauded lightly, and turned his head to look at the iron-faced Mourinho, who also turned his head to look at him.

The two looked at each other.

Boas pointed to Yile's back, revealing a smug smile, as if to say...

See? It's called midfield, what the hell is your green algae head!

At this time, Mourinho's face became even more gloomy.

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