Chapter 54: The Abyss of Manchester United (Part II)

Hydward's relaxed posture was completely pretended, and his hands in his pockets were sweaty. If you take off the suit on your body, your back will already be soaked with sweat. How anxious he is in his heart, how calm his face is, he is the backbone of these desperate players on the field, and the manager has to resist this pressure on his shoulders. As long as he remains calm, Portsmouth has the motivation to keep going.

If Ferguson is a little more vigilant, or knows a little bit about him, he can know that Pompey's start today was a gamble through and through. Jonathan was on the bench and started with Ricciardo, with his midfield partner being Pierce, who had been plagued by injuries.

If a team is a stable balance with fixed weights on both sides, then when you put more troops on the offensive end, the corresponding defensive weight is taken away. Ricardo plus Pierce, it's a choice that only a madman would make. Can you imagine that Portsmouth is actually playing against the Champions League runners-up, and one Rooney is more expensive than the entire club of Pompey's army. Edward's back line was barely at the back, and he put all of his limited midfield players into attack.

Maybe it's his secret weapon to make this madness seem a little more plausible.

After more than twenty minutes of silence, Pierce began to exert his power as a midfield engine.

His eyes became like those of a young boy who had made his debut in the professional league, full of longing. He's old, he's still a cripple full of injuries, and maybe one day in the near future, Pierce will also issue a simple retirement statement, no bang and no championship send-off, so that everything will go with the wind in his more than ten years of playing career. Who will remember the "successor of Davosuk" in Croatia?

Veterans don't die, they just fade away. But Pierce, a veteran, seemed to be injected with new energy after he met McVeigh. He's never been so eager to prove himself again, to prove to this little fan that your idol Pierce really can do anything.

So he was eager to make a comeback from the first few rounds, but Heidward's caution didn't get him, and it was only when Pierce was really good that the opponent became Manchester United.

Manchester United, the opponent in this game, showed that the strength was weak enough, the eyes defended; nonchalant passing; Waiting for the ball on the spot, Ferguson has forgotten all about the concept of running without the ball that has been instilled in the whole team.

In the 33rd minute, United recovered a bit when O'Shea took over the game with a long-range strike. Margeri changed his mind about kicking the ball to Ricardo, and while the Brazilian wasn't as good as Duan Yu's six-vein sword, his threatening passing wasn't always reliable.

The ball flew to Pearce, Manchester United midfielder Gibson came up to mark closely, and Pogba, who Heidward's fears were most worried about, didn't even make the squad for the game, and the lord used O'Shea and Gibson as a partner. Perhaps in Ferguson's eyes, the semi-finals of the FA Youth Cup are more important than the fourth round of the FA Cup.

Pierce didn't wait for the ball to stop with his left foot, and passed it directly, but it was not a blind pass, and the kick to Ricardo was just right in terms of weight, speed and spin, and it was almost impossible to make any adjustments to pass it again.

Gibson pounced on Pierce, and from the moment his eyes became focused, the veteran was ready to take control of the situation on the field at his feet. What about Old Trafford, if he wants to be five years younger, he wants to fight with the class of 92, and now this group of young people at Manchester United is just a little doll.

Pierce directed his team-mate's runs and passes, and the ball circled the back line and returned to his feet.

The brilliant Gibson pounced like a hungry tiger, and the commander was a little lighter on his tiptoes, and the ball flew back to Margery's feet. He turned around and continued to run into space, and Gibson swooped down again, and for a moment the court became extremely funny.

The United fans booed, and the well-informed Red Devils have not seen the backfield fall to the back, but it is rare to see an opponent play like this.

At this stage of the game, Glero's commentary was fully aroused, "Gibson's eyes are red, poor Manchester United has not controlled the ball for more than two minutes, this scene is rare in the game of the lord. ”

Manchester United began to increase the intensity of the game, adding some extra physical contact, and looking at the guy's thin body, it was clear that he was not good at physical confrontation.

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Ferguson, who was on the sidelines, sat on the bench without saying a word since conceding the second goal, as if everything on the field of play had nothing to do with him. His mind goes back thirty years, looking back to the days when he made his debut in Aberdeen as a young man.

"Alex, you are a wonderful young man," Sir Bobby Robson told him. At the press conference before the 1981 League Cup final, Ferguson also followed Robson, who was already famous all over the world, like a fart, and he said all the good things that made the man laugh.

His Aberdeen beat Ipswich on the pitch and two years later, in the Cup Winners' Cup final he even beat the even more unbeatable Real Madrid.

The 70-year-old Ferguson sat there, looking affectionately at him as he had been at forty. In the tunnel of time, there is always a moment when you can't tell whether you are seventy or forty, and the calm coach next door, Hydeward, is almost all his shadow.

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Pierce is getting older, but his passing is still very fast. The scary thing about Manchester United is that they never have a disjointed game when they play, the players have to attack together, they have to defend together, and the concept of a team is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The players who were eager to equalize pressed very much, Gibson couldn't grab it alone, and O'Shea came up to help.

Old Trafford's midfield was a mess, but Glero wasn't dazzled, and the Portsmouth no.7 almost never stopped the ball and didn't adjust, just passing the ball out. There were a lot of return and cross passes, and there were almost no through passes, but every step in those passes was a touch.

Generally, professional athletes touch the ball with three feet, one stop, two tunes and three passes; If you are a little stronger, touch the ball with both feet, stop and pass twice; Pierce's ability to touch the ball with one foot has been seen by Arsenal's attacking midfielder "Little Mozart" Rosicky.

The rebel army took the head of the general from it! After seven or eight minutes of silent adjustment, Pierce hooked a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth and sent the first ultra-long-distance long pass over the top of the game.

Beckham has the reputation of the golden right foot, and his golden left foot is just as domineering! The ball landed on the line of the box on the left, and Marco made a quick start in front of the attacking area, four or five positions ahead of United defender Jones.

De Gea also spread his big slender arms and looked like he was going to eat people. Marco received the ball and stared straight at goal, but honestly flanked the middle with his feet.

With a feint in his eyes, Lawrence, who was following him, easily pushed with his right foot, and the ball rolled into the door.

Glero exclaimed excitedly, he was a Portsmouth fan today, "This ball is here!" Precise planning from Portsmouth midfielder Pierce, 0-3!! Pompey's army was incredible, and United fell hard from the altar. ”

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The first half came to stoppage time, but Ferguson was long gone from the bench at Manchester United.

A grim look in the players' tunnel was aimed at Hydeward, who was still calm, "Boy, you look, we'll see you in the second half." ”