Pull the ball.

Spike.

Change of direction.

The football is like an elf, flickering left and right, dancing at Chu Ge's feet. It danced lightly through the defensive jungle of Celta defenders.

Elegant, chic, like art.

"This kid's personal ability is too good."

"How do I feel that he is stronger than when he was at Real Madrid?"

"It's only been a year, how can he improve so fast! It's amazing! ”

"Sure enough, being the boss at Manchester United is very different from being a junior at Real Madrid. Now Chu's game temperament is so good, it feels like a superstar. ”

Watching Chu Ge torment Celta's backline over and over again, the home team fans sighed one after another.

When Chu Ge played in La Liga, Celta fans were no strangers to the player.

However, at that time, their focus was more on Cristiano Ronaldo.

In addition to Ronaldo, players such as Benzema, Bale, Modric, Marcelo, and James are also very dazzling. In contrast, Chu Ge is more often seen as a promising star, like Real Madrid's former Jesse and this year's Asensio, and few people really recognise his value.

Today's game made those La Liga fans who thought they were very familiar with Chu Ge feel the power of Chu Ge on the pitch very clearly.

"He's too strong."

"If it doesn't work like this, it's hard for us to restrain him."

"We're not going to be crushed by him alone, are we?"

"I have a sense of foreboding."

Celta fans watched this game with a lot of worry.

Attacking, their team did not pose much of a threat to Manchester United led by N'Golo Kante, David De Gea and Manolas; Defense, other Manchester United players aside, Chu Ge alone is enough for all Celta defenders to be terrified.

If it weren't for the drag on the fitness of United's players in successive games, coupled with the advantage of playing at home, Celta might have shown signs of defeat early.

Celta coach Berizzo looked anxious.

He no longer had the same composure as he had at the beginning of the game.

"The first half was over and the second half was almost 10 minutes." Berizzo habitually raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"It's still 0-1 and we're still one goal behind." He looked up at the scoreboard, his brow furrowed.

"What now?"

"Intensify the attack and try for an equaliser? If we don't score and they take advantage of our lack of air and score a goal on the counter-attack, then it's all over. But if you don't strengthen the attack, according to the current situation, it seems that it is difficult to score goals, and the game may be lost, so it is also very passive. ”

"What should I do?"

Berizzo was entangled.

The left hand is offense, and the right hand is defense; Hell on one side, and maybe hell on the other.

The choice is really difficult.

Celta's players were also a little dazed at this time. As the game progressed, the players' minds began to grow, and the lack of clear instructions from the manager made them less decisive in the execution of their tactics.

Then.

Anthony Martial dropped back to pick up the ball and drove high along the left wing.

He ran at high speed, quickly burning the flames of battle to Celta's backfield.

"Chu!"

After attracting the attention of three defenders, Anthony Martial made decisive choices to pass.

Out of trust in Chu Ge, he directly transmitted the football to Chu Ge, who came to respond.

Chu Ge also did not live up to Martial's trust.

He was a skilled Marseille maneuver and dashed away from the defenders who came to mark him.

With the ball, Chu Ge went straight to the middle of the penalty area.

As soon as they saw Chu Ge rushing over with the ball, the Celta defenders suddenly tightened.

They looked a little nervous, and hurriedly rushed towards Chu Ge.

At this point, Pogba quickly stepped forward.

"Paul!"

Chu Ge shook a shot and did not entangle with his opponent.

Taking advantage of the fact that almost all defenders were surrounding him, Chu Ge pushed with his foot and immediately passed the football to Pogba's feet.

Pogba is comfortable with the football.

And at this time, there is hardly a single defender around him!

"He didn't break through on his own! That's not how the script is written! ”

The Celta defenders were shocked.

'Pogba is empty, it's a great opportunity for Manchester United! Chu Ge's pass is so beautiful! He seized the gap in Celta's defense and passed the football to the deadliest position! The narrator shouted.

"Hurry up and fill in the position!" Fans pointed at Pogba from the stands and shouted loudly.

Celta's defenders hurried towards Pogba.

They sprinted with all their might, trying to keep Pogba and the ball outside the box before he burst into the box.

The defenders succeeded.

Pogba was about to raise his leg to shoot, but he was soon surrounded by the returning Celta defenders, leaving no room to shoot with his feet.

Many players will rush a long shot at this time, whether they can score or not, how the shot will work, everything is left to fate.

However, Pogba, who is worth 10,000 euros, is certainly not an ordinary player.

Fake shot, shake off the angle.

True biography!

"Chu!" Pogba turned sideways and made a one-handed pass.

Football quickly went from the feet of Mr. 100 million to the feet of Mr. 150 million.

This is the transfer of spherical entropy.

Chu Ge calmly won the ball.

"Stop him!" The fans started roaring again.

They looked very nervous.

Seeing Chu Ge holding the ball, some fans even folded their hands and began to pray to God.

The defenders were equally nervous.

When Pogba got the ball, they rushed towards Pogba, rushing a little too hard, and now the defense of Chu Ge is not so tight.

It's a terrible thing.

No one knows Chu Ge's threat better than the Celta defenders. In today's game, they have been tortured by Chu Ge for a whole hour.

Back to defense!

Red Alert Blows!

Full speed!

The defenders did not dare to slack off.

They had just rushed towards Pogba, and now they immediately turned around and rushed towards Chu Ge.

The edge of the exclusion zone.

There was chaos.

Chu Ge was like a handsome boy in this troubled world, facing the surging Celta defenders, he was not flustered at all.

Gently stomp.

Gently flick.

It seems to be a simple and simple action, which can be done by a three-year-old child, but when it comes to Chu Ge's feet, there is a kind of magic like ingenuity.

Between the moments, the lightning flashed in an instant.

Chu Ge only took a slight step, shook off the assistance of the two defenders, and rushed directly to the top of the arc of the big penalty area.

Followed by.

He made a sudden stop, as if he had a look behind him, and avoided a defender who was scrambling from behind.

"It's so exciting!"

This series of natural and extraordinary moves made even the godfather-level champion coach Alex Ferguson fascinated by it, and couldn't help but applaud him for hitting the knot.

"Can't let him pass anymore!" Berizzo shouted anxiously.

Perhaps hearing the head coach's shout, central defender Gabral reached out and pushed Chu Ge from behind.

Chu Ge stumbled and lost possession of the ball.

“B——！”

A shrill whistle sounded.

Kick!

The referee immediately ran to the penalty area and decisively pulled out a yellow card to warn Gabral for the foul.

"I didn't foul, not me."

Gabral put on an innocent look.

His teammates hurriedly rushed to the referee's side and surrounded him, trying to change the referee's blow by pleading.

They were nervous.

The defenders were a little nervous in the first half when they fouled in the same position, but that was just a sign of concentration during the game.

But now it's different.

They're really panicking right now.

Chu Ge scored a goal in the same position, and now he has sent a free kick again in almost the same position, in case this goal is scored again, it is two goals behind the home team! Manchester United have two away goals in their hands! What's the difference between that and being eliminated outright?

However, the referee ignored the Celta player's complaint.

He made a hand-pushing motion to signal Gabral to push for a foul, which was not a problem at all, and the free kick was undisputed.

Seeing that the referee insisted on the decision, Celta's players had no choice but to accept the free-kick.

They retreated one after another and began to set up their defense.

Once again, Alves leaned against the post, shouting the names of his teammates and directing the wall to stand.

This time, he was more serious than the last time.

"This time, you're not going to be scoring! I'm going to stop this ball! Gabral stared at Chu Ge, put down a cruel word, and then returned to the human wall and built a human wall with his teammates.

In the human wall, Gabral also kept glaring at Chu Ge, and his beard erupted, like an angry lion.

He was using his own way to put pressure on Chu Ge, trying to interfere with Chu Ge's mentality.

"The wisdom of mortals."

Chu Ge turned a blind eye.

"He scored last time, so he shouldn't score again. If you can still enter, it will be too perverted. Belizo looked at Chu Ge and thought anxiously.

The whistle blows.

Chu Ge runs.

Boom!

The familiar arc, like a flash of lightning, polishes the audience.

Alves stood on the goal-line and watched expertly as the ball went into the net.

"I suspect you're cheating, but I don't have ...... proof"

The soccer ball grabs the net and jumps.

Alves' heart was cold.