Little Pea Fernandez rushed forward to tee off in the centre circle, and they were still two goals behind and had to hurry up every second.

At the same time, Hydward pointed at Pierce, then circled his right index finger twice across his chest, making a substitution gesture. Before the game against Manchester United, the two said in advance, at most 60 minutes, he has just recovered from injury, there are big problems with physiology and fitness, excessive use is irresponsible to the players, and it is also the coach's unprofessionalism.

Hydward's future games will rely on the central midfielder, building tactics around him and bringing out the best value of the veteran, which is more in Portsmouth's current interests. It's just that Pierce glanced at the head coach on the sidelines, and tilted his head over without care, changing Lao Tzu, you are joking!

He rubbed his knees, but his eyes were calmer than ever, and he looked at Carrick, the heart of Manchester United. He doesn't want to be a deserter today, he has been a deserter for more than 20 years since he started football, he has wandered enough places to still run on the pitch and play for himself a long time ago. When he stepped on the turf of Old Trafford, when everyone was subservient to the theater of dreams, Pierce was just used to holding his head high.

Unbeknownst to that little guy at Hydward, he set up the stage for the whole Portsmouth team to sing a good show, and if this play ended peacefully for Manchester United, what was the point of all this? Pierce was ready to retire today before stepping on the turf in front of him, he wouldn't leave the fight alive, it's as simple as that!

The game went on, Hydward stood alone on the sidelines like a juggling clown, and the dignity of the head coach was seriously challenged. The hands were so embarrassed that they didn't know where to put them, they stopped in the air, and if they were provoked, they had to be slapped in the face according to the routine of the novel. Is Lao Tzu a coach or are you a coach? If you don't come down, as soon as you apply to the fourth official, won't you have to come down in one fell swoop? When he returned to the team, he let this guy sit on the cold bench to death.

It's just that he is reluctant to be angry, really reluctant. Edward suddenly understood the strange mentorship between Mancini and Balotelli, and though the analogy was not appropriate, Ward felt that he could tolerate all the mistakes of his disciple, and that Pierce was so good that his brain and soul were incomparable. Ward calmly put his hands back in his pockets, his eyes a little more anxious, and he kept watching every move on the court.

Jonathan felt the crushing of his IQ, he knew that his defensive ability was actually not bad, and he dared to fight and dare to fight is a fierce general. In terms of player attributes alone, Portsmouth, the midfielder, actually has the strength of the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League, but on the one hand, his characteristics are too simple, and on the other hand, the attribute data really cannot fully reflect a person's wisdom. Carrick has been more closely marked since scoring a goal, but he has always been able to find time and space in the gaps and try to avoid physical confrontations that he is not particularly good at.

Portsmouth's pair of "Pirlo + Gattuso" may have a bit of flavor for "Pirlo", but "Gattuso" is really far behind. Andrea Pirlo once described his partner as a smarter guy than himself, a far cry from the reckless man in the fans' image. Defending is not something that many people see as just putting in the effort, it requires more intelligence than offense. For example, attacking is where the enemy guesses what you think, and defending is where you guess what the enemy thinks, and it is clear which is more difficult.

Carrick was on the ball and Jonathan's energy was on the ball, and he had to watch out for another ghostly pass. It's just that Carrick only thought about it for a few tenths of a second before choosing to continue dribbling the ball, and Jonathan, who was unprepared, was broken through at once.

Pierce, who was very close, pulled a hand on his shoulder the moment Carrick passed the ball. Falling, yellow card warning, the little pea who ran silently at the far end once again in vain, his intention to hide from Jonathan, but it is impossible to deceive himself, but the price is a yellow card. If he could still have interfered in the first half, the current situation is a better choice.

"Foul, you know?" Pierce kicked his teammate's ass and said with a slight warning.

Jonathan didn't dare to argue, bowed his head and walked away, his fiery temper was more bullying than Ferguson's hair dryer, and the coach, captain, vice-captain, and referee didn't dare to mess with any of them.

As the game continues to see, with Portsmouth unable to effectively contain an increasingly active Carrick, United seem to be on the verge of scoring.

A ball to Patrice Evra on the wing was sent low into the box after he had beaten Ryan Williams and skipped goalkeeper Dave. Little Pea stepped forward quickly, and the ball would have scored if he could touch it, no doubt.

Margery, who had been on the lookout, kept up with and overtook the pace of his opponent's footsteps, clearing the siege with a gambling sliding tackle half a meter in front of the goal line. There was a high probability of an own goal, and the Old Trafford fans were ready to get up and cheer, but Margery's shovel kept their voices in their throats.

The Portsmouth fans travelling to Manchester made their voices heard for the first time in the second half, with earth-shattering cheers as if their side had scored. Uncle Glenn, the chairman of the fan council, had a red face and shouted Margery's name in a fit of emotion. It actually hurts captain Haim to say that it took less than a month for his partner to steal the cheers that should have belonged to him, and Margery is already the new favorite of Farton Park.

In the 70th minute, Ferguson was only one straw away from crushing Portsmouth, so he played his second trump card - Wayne Rooney. Replaced the wing, the youngster Macheda, who beat Villa that year. From the goal of becoming famous in 08 to now, three years have passed, and Macheda has not grown into what Lord Ferguson expected. Maybe this game is over, and he has to be loaned out again during the winter break, and I don't know where he will go.

Taking advantage of the rare dead ball, Pierce went to the sidelines for simple treatment. He ignored Hydeward, who was roaring from the sidelines, took an elastic bandage from the bench and bandaged it on the sidelines.

"Damn! I've got to replace you! Pierce, you don't want to play, it's crazy. ”

"Boss, you've said it more than ten times, your mouth shouting no, but your body is very honest. When the game is over, you can kill me! ”

He ended the bandaging at hand, gave an angry Hydward a hug, and continued to fight.

Ward's fists clenched and loosened, clenched and released again, his head was running at full power, there must be a way, he had to fix the problem of some players on the court not playing well.

Rooney is on, Portsmouth really can't stand it like this, from the midfield to the back has been on fire everywhere, and Ferguson has added a handful of wood to the fire.

The ball jumped on the pitch and Heidward's mind swept across the night sky like a bolt of lightning!

"Pierce, wait," he said calmly.