The ball was shoveled in the other direction and completely out of Carrick's control, only to be late for Jonathan to clear the ball out of bounds with a big foot.

Pierce fell to the ground in embarrassment, his back and face covered in grass clippings, and he looked at Margery in some surprise as he appeared in this position. The young man lowered his head, and the eyes of the two men met calmly, without waves, as if he was here for granted.

If De Gea reciprocated Ferguson's trust, then Margery reciprocated Heidward's trust. This is a very pure young man, who loves football and life, but he is a little shy in character. In the dressing room, he doesn't like to talk much, as opposed to an extrovert like Ricardo Jonathan, and more often than not, he can only be seen training silently by himself.

Margery was born into a family of athletic parents who were not well-known, but his grandfather was a member of England's Royal Shooting Team, competing in the Olympics and World Championships. The focus and calmness of football are completely inherited from his grandfather, and his only hobby outside of football is cycling, and he trains by bicycle every day, a habit that began at the age of five. This was inherited from his father, who was a third-rate road cyclist.

Throughout Portsmouth's academy, most of the Maggery's group have either gone out on loan or moved away, leaving most of them crooked. I still remember the first time I trained with the first team, he was a whole lap behind the big team, and his thin body and poor physical fitness left a deep impression on the manager. Edward was the only coach who didn't give up on him since he was a child, and he began to try to drag the new position of central defender, with captain Haim taking on the task of physical confrontation for him, and Margery had more time to think and observe on the football field.

Ward is not an immortal, he can't solve the problem of physical confrontation in a short time, all he can do is to maximize his strengths and avoid weaknesses through tactical settings.

Ferguson's old rival, former Liverpool boss Rafael Benitez, is one of the best at this, and Deadwood Spring is simply his forte.

Margery reached out and pulled Pierce up, then turned and ran back, he had to watch out for his opponent rushing into the gap to hit Portsmouth's counter-attack. Pierce patted the dirt off his body, his eyes calmed down a lot, and it looked like he would be a reliable partner behind him.

He tried to run two steps, and his brow furrowed, and the tingling sensation and the numbness in his calf from time to time told him that he couldn't kick anymore.

This is a precursor to the recurrence of an old injury!

Pierce's action of covering his knee was watched by the two men, Carrick and Heideward, who did not stretch his brow even at 0-3 on the sidelines.

"Let Norris warm up!"

For the first time in the game, Ward stood up and commanded from the sidelines, standing on the white frame, one more point and no less point.

Walker looked surprised and asked puzzledly, "For whom?" ”

He's calm and doesn't have a hint of emotional turmoil," Pierce. ”

"You're crazy! He's at the heart of our midfield, Ward, didn't you notice how good he was today? Do you want to be reversed by Manchester United? "Mr. Assistant looked a little hysterical, the game had reached this stage, the thirst for victory had gone deep into his bones, and he really couldn't allow this kind of self-defeating practice.

"The old knee injury will come back after kicking, you focus on his right leg, it is unnaturally to the left, and Pierce has shifted his weight to one side to avoid more pressure on the injured knee. One more fight like that against Carrick, I bet he's going to have cramps in that foot. Walker, I can't risk the health of the players for the sake of victory. Hydward didn't avoid the players on the bench like Walker did, and explained the reason for his substitution in front of everyone.

At the same time, Carrick was staring at Jonathan on the pitch, and Michael felt that his brain was aching. A guy who kicked the back of the waist actually pushed to the front, just to keep an eye on himself, it seems that this group of enemies received a death order, and he will stare at himself at all costs!

"Alas!" He sighed silently, he was not the kind of second-rate midfield commander, and it would be naïve to really think that this would stop him.

Carrick casually played the ball back to centre-back Phil Jones and started to run, but Jonathan remained on track. He shouted in Jones's direction and in his loudest voice, "Give it to me!" Give me! ”

Jonathan's muscles tensed up instantly, and a horse step was stuck in front of the opponent, as if to say: If you dare to pass, I will dare to break!

Phil Jones didn't hesitate and handed the ball to the dropping wing-back Evra, who watched Carrick throughout.

"Give it to me! Give me! The United core was yelling again, and Jonathan stared at the guy with a little meaning, tensing his muscles once again, and firmly stabbing his horse.

It's just that the star players of Manchester United, who just obeyed Carrick's words, seem to have turned their faces and disliked people. Patrice Evra took two steps forward before handing the ball to Gibson.

Jonathan looked at his opponent with a resentful look in his eyes, and Carrick was still shouting happily, "Give it to me!" Give me! 'Gibson knocked back to Patrice Evra and made a cross on the wing past winger Etuhu.

"They don't listen to me every time." Carrick seized the opportunity and chatted a few words, as if there was no pressure of 0-3 on him, and Portsmouth was the one who fell behind.

Manchester United have a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of backward ball, and there is no such impatient mood as many teams, the more eager they are, the worse they play. At this stage of the game, I would have preferred to simply play Portsmouth and waste as much time as possible in the sky.

Jonathan doesn't seem to have heard of the fable – the wolf is coming. Carrick just used a simple little trick, his eyes and fingers were directing when he shouted "give me, give me", and the core didn't mean that every ball had to pass through him to call the core.

Michael silently moved outside the box, and Jonathan was still following, but the level of interference was several levels weaker.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" He shouted this for the fourth time.

Jonathan didn't take another step as he had done a few times before, as he was talking and playing.

Only this time the ball really came! Evra saw that Etuhu was chasing back so fast, and the space to handle the ball was getting smaller and smaller, and at this time he waited for the commander's military order.

The ball was knocked across the middle and Carrick suddenly accelerated, and half a second later shook off the two positions of the markers. From 30 yards out on the edge of the penalty area, he volleyed along the ball.

Pierce didn't react, Margery didn't, and Jonathan, the person in charge, didn't react.

The soccer ball hung like a precision guided missile on the edge of the goal, and goalkeeper Dave couldn't reach it.

Carrick!! World Wave !! Incredible!!! In the 57th minute, United scored a point. ”

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Walker cautiously asked, "Do you want to change it?" ”

Edward gritted his cold teeth and spat out the word "Change!" ”