The sudden strike completely upset the balance on the pitch, and Mustafi was full of shame because he made a fatal mistake no more than a minute and a half before and after the goal was recovered from Hydward.

His energy and his blood nature did not allow him to make such a mistake, Mousse saw that the captain Campbell was warming up, and his emotions became more and more lost, he grabbed his hair and shook it fiercely. Teammates have come over to comfort, his popularity in the team is good, although Mustafi is German, but he has also lived in England for a long time, so his English is better than Kante, Mendy, Mahrez, these teammates from France, plus he speaks straightforwardly, even if he offends his teammates sometimes, everyone doesn't care, because people are always like this, they like to be friends with people who don't have any scheming.

Of course, there were those who stood still and did not move, and Icardi just glanced back without emotion, and continued to look at his opponent and the goal. On the pitch, if Mustafi is a flame and Mauro is a piece of ice, he is like an emotionless machine, aiming for goals and feeding on the enemy, every shot and manner is the result of careful design, nothing happens in the back of his head to interfere with him.

This glance was devoid of emotion, but was seen as ridicule by Mustafi, and his self-esteem was hurt.

He hated working with Argentine players, he hated working with South American players, and that experience was always terrible, starting when he was training and playing at Everton. Mustafi admits Icardi is a good player, with plenty of energy, a keen nose in front of goal, a thin look but as physical as N'Golo Kante, and an excellent reading of the game that is rare in the Championship and in England as a whole. At the same time the Argentine is very patriotic, he is always happy to show this, well, who is not patriotic? Mustafi has no objection to this.

It's just that it's all right, Mustafi just can't find the feeling of being a teammate with Icardi, he uses his enthusiasm and his English to influence his teammates and inspire everyone, but Mauro, who is also very good at English, will always say: "Good morning, sir." ”

Good morning to your uncle! There's no way you can dig more words out of his mouth, and perhaps the most talked about has been at Heideward, where his one-on-one head-to-head bars with the manager barely prove that he is a man of character.

Why does he hate working with South Americans? At Everton, he could barely see his Brazilian team-mates and the team blending together, and the style and philosophy of football that each performed his own role and was like a cog would not be present in the team. In the team's training match, the South American players must be the middleman, playing wherever he wants, he feels that Moyes has been staying for a hundred years and doesn't know how to use this kind of person, it is a wild card, a big and small king, like a bird, flying around.

With them you feel like football is fun, they can get past a couple of players near the touchline and then put a through ball into a team-mate, the passing is fantastic, it doesn't come out of any football textbook, there's no parabola, it's full of imagination, the ball spins around the whole back line, only they can kick it.

It's just that in Mustafi's mind, professional football is not like this, there is no joy here, only fighting, taking any moment to beat the opponent.

Fortunately, Icardi is not a typical Argentine player, he received a Spanish football education, and knows how to write tactical discipline, so they can still keep the water from the well.

It's also ironic, how can you be embarrassed to laugh at other people's tactical discipline? Didn't you just ignore everything?

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The waiting substitution did not come as promised, "What are you looking at?" Bastard! Press up and attack! Suddenly, there was a roar of the coach on the sidelines, Hydward shouted at Mustafi like an angry lion, and then looked at the sidelines, Campbell, who had warmed up, did not stand next to the coach to accept instructions, but sat quietly on the chair and observed the situation on the field.

He woke up like a dream!

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Portsmouth launched an onslaught in the final ten minutes of the game, with Sadio Mane forcing a corner on the flank. Middlesbrough's goalscorer McDonald is in charge of the centre of the box and, like most strikers, gets distracted from time to time, given that the position up front is less demanding. In Heidward's philosophy, set-piece defense must not rely on forwards, and defenders must be in the most critical position. Then the other way around, there must be an opportunity.

The corner was taken by Riyad Mahrez, and McDonald was nowhere he was, with no figure in the centre of the box belonging to him.

The Australian replaced the full-back in close contact with Dele Ali, with the original full-back running to mark a corner.

Mahrez was not prepared to take a tactical corner and used his usual left leg to unleash a good curling shot.

It was too easy for Alli to get rid of McDonald, but it was not easy to get a header in the position, and after thinking for half a second, he headed the ball in the air into the middle of the empty box in the opposite direction.

The ball landed and Icardi was there, and as a striker, he had the concentration of a top defender, which was completely different from the average person. He didn't hesitate to aim for a volley into the top left corner of the goal, and the Middlesbrough goalkeeper had no choice but to watch the ball go into the net.

It's too easy, this is another beryllium emperor masterpiece, the ball seems to be sucked over, sucked to the feet, in fact, just the right person appeared in the right position.

Ali waved his arms and opened his mouth wide to shout the names of his teammates, but at this moment at Faton Park you can only hear the roaring noise, the huge portraits of gladiators in the stands fluttering again, and Icardi, who equalised, was also excited, he took Ali and threw himself into the arms of the fans, they were pulled into the crowd, and when they got out of the crowd, the beryllium emperor waved his arms to greet the fans.

There are all kinds of celebrations, each round is not the same, Mane on the field feels that if it goes on like this, his friendship with him is coming to an end, and there is no way for his teammates to be too sassy.

Of course, that wasn't the end of the story, as four minutes later, when Middlesbrough was driving two buses in front of goal to get past the midfield, Drinkwater fed the ball to Mahrez, who shook off the angle and sent a beautiful through ball that not only pierced the crotch of the opponent, but also had just the right amount of power and speed, and Alli then calmly cut in to finish a volley past the goalkeeper's head and score the ball. Ali just stood there and nodded, as if to tell everyone: yes, definitely, the goal must be a must.

He stood motionless and everyone rushed up to him, Rudiger jumped the highest, but he still had bandages on his calves and never got off the line of fire with minor injuries, and he looked like a fighter.

After the lead, the mentality of the Portsmouth front pair relaxed, the south stand thundered with joy, the ball moving at their feet, and their hero Icardi seemed to end Middlesbrough's pain at any moment.

Icardi's song rang out from the stands, and so far only four players have had such an honor: "Da da / I'm just not satisfied / I'm not satisfied / His name is Mauro?" Icardi / He's wearing Pompey's shirt / I'm just not satisfied / I'm just not satisfied........."

There was a light rain in the sky, but the rain couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the fans, who cheered even louder, over and over again.