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"Fan Ye is awesome! The first time I played in the Champions League, a goal, an assist, and now I have created a penalty, and even got a player against him, it's just ...... What could be a more amazing first trip to the Champions League? ”

"Villarreal and Manchester United played a good half each, but now it looks like Manchester United are going to kneel!"

"Fan Ye V587! Weakly say it, I feel sorry for my demon ......"

"On one side is Fan Ye, on the other side is my beloved faith, alas, I am happy whoever wins, and I am sad when I lose...... But let's just say it, my Fan Ye is awesome! ”

"Fan Ye beat Manchester United down alone, it's a big praise! Worthy of the man I fancied, 66666666! ”

"Upstairs, aren't you a big man? Fan Ye is obviously from my family! ”

"Heterosexuality goes to, same-sex is true love!"

A group of netizens were swiping comment posts on the Internet with high interest, and suddenly a new post came into the eyes of fans, and it instantly attracted a unanimous saliva crusade.

"You say, will this penalty be saved? Van der Sar is also a goalkeeper who is very good at saving penalties! ”

This netizen probably just said it casually, but the rest of the fans didn't care, and immediately drowned him in the wave of saliva.

"Touch the landlord's dog head, Sao Nian, you are still too young and naïve!"

"Don't talk to NC, it will make us look very low, okay?"

"My Fan Ye is invincible, and he doesn't score a penalty? You're eating feces in your mouth, aren't you? Oh cake seller, please don't stop! ”

"This penalty will undoubtedly go in, if you don't score, I will eat live and Xiang!"

"As a Manchester United diehard, what I want to say is - Fan Ye, come on, shoot at me! Shoot me! ”

“…… It's so obscene upstairs! ”

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"Hey!"

Neville handed the captain's armband into Ferdinand's hands, turned around and prepared to leave the pitch. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

Neville turned his head and looked at the young face in front of him suspiciously. The Manchester United captain frowned slightly, he didn't know why Fan Bizhuang wanted to stop him, but it was estimated that he was showing off like that, becoming a king or losing a villain, young man, there is always a rebellious side.

The imaginary show-off ridicule did not happen, Fan Bizhuang's expression was still flat, and he nodded at the other party: "Although you are a little old, I have to say that you are very good, you can follow me for most of the time, and you will suppress me for a certain period of time, giving me huge pressure, you are really amazing!" ”

It's a heartfelt compliment, Gary. Neville, despite his age, is still focused on the game and has a lot of experience, which has caused a lot of problems for Van Bizhuang in the game. If Fan Bizhuang is to make a comparison in his heart, then Neville is definitely more than a notch better than Xaviventa - in his opinion, Xaviventa is already one of the best right wing-backs in La Liga, and the aging Neville is even better than him, so you can imagine how good the opponent is at his peak.

It's just that such an appreciation obviously sounds very strange to Neville. Anyway, he's old enough to win league titles, win Champions Leagues, and captain of top clubs...... He is considered a senior figure in today's football, but now, a junior player praises him very well in front of him, how to look at this kind of scene and feel speechless.

Boy, did you get the wrong script? The correct way to open it shouldn't be me praising you, and you in turn commenting and praising me, what the hell is this?

Neville couldn't laugh or cry, and the depression in his heart that was brought down by the other party dissipated a lot. However, this still could not change his initial impression of Fan Bizhuang, and even intensified it.

Neville glared at him angrily: "Thank you for the compliment, but I still say that, you are really not a guy who understands etiquette and respects his predecessors!" ”

With that, Neville walked off the pitch without looking back.

Fan Bizhuang shook his head disappreciatively and turned around.

Holding the football, Fan Bizhuang walked to the penalty area, and after thinking about it, he stood up again, waved his hand, and called Fran to his side.

"Diego, this ball, you take the penalty!"

Villarreal's first driver of free-kicks was Riquelme, and of course that's a thing of the past, having belonged to Van Bizhuang since the second half of last season. The manager and Riquelme are intent on making room for Van Bizhuang so that he can step up as soon as possible and establish himself as a true leader in the team. This means that, if nothing else, the team's tactical system for the next ten years will be formulated around the core of Fan Bizhuang.

Therefore, this penalty will be taken by Fan Bizhuang.

It's just surprising that Fan Bizhuang took the initiative to give up the great opportunity to brush data, which made many teammates feel very puzzled.

Fran's face also showed a look of astonishment, but it quickly turned into excitement, he looked at Fan Bizhuang with shining eyes, and wondered: "Are you sure, Fan?" ”

He understood why his friend would give him this opportunity, and in addition to being excited, he was more moved.

"Of course."

Fan Bizhuang nodded and placed the football in Fran's hand.

To be honest, Forlan's performance in this game was very average, and it can even be described as poor, in the first half when Fan Bizhuang was at his most active, the two wings created a lot of scoring opportunities for Forlan, but the Uruguayan striker was obviously not in shape, either flying or shooting weak.

This form lasted almost the whole game, and the performance of the La Liga Golden Boot was a big disappointment, but the players who know the past story between him and Manchester United also expressed their understanding, and when facing his old club, in general, the performance of the players is prone to two different extremes, one is to show everyone positive and eye-catching, as Van Bizhuang and Riquelme did against Barcelona, it is completely a typical example of turning anger into strength, and the other is not in form, like invisibility, obviously, Forlan is the second.

Manchester United was a knot in Forlan's heart, and as a close friend, Van Bizhuang felt compelled to help his friend untie it. Before the start of the game, he said he wanted to help Forlan score and make a break with Manchester United. Helplessly, Fran himself is not angry, and Fan Bizhuang is also not in a rut. Now that there is such a great opportunity to score as a penalty, Van Bizhuang decided to give up the opportunity to Forlan almost without any hesitation.

He has confidence in Forlan, and although the Uruguayan has yet to score in the new season, the strength of the La Liga Golden Boot is not a boast of luck, and penalties are only a small meaning for him.

"Thank you."

Fran didn't have any extra words, took a deep look at Fan Bizhuang, and walked into the penalty area with the ball.

"Come on, Diego."

Fan Bizhuang gently encouraged him behind him.

"Diego?"

On the sidelines, Pellegrini frowned imperceptibly, every team is a miniature version of society, no matter how good the atmosphere of this team is, there is always competition and friction. So rules are very necessary.

Penalties are taken by the designated player, which is one of the rules set by the coach.

And now, this rule has been broken, and Pellegrini is indeed a little uncomfortable, but he just shook his head and did not say anything. Since the first penalty taker has no opinion, he, an "outsider" on the sidelines, really has no reason to point fingers.

Ferguson's brow furrowed almost at the same time, and he naturally saw the scene on the edge of the penalty area, and it was not a big deal to exchange penalties, but ...... When Fran's gaze was cast from afar on the field, Ferguson's expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

He remembers in a trance, when he pushed the promising Uruguayan goalscorer from South America to Europe, and had high hopes for him. Then, because he couldn't meet his expectations, he decisively abandoned him and swept him away.

Although time has gradually drifted away, this memory still stays in the depths of his mind.

"He must have a grudge against me, right? But...... That's football! ”

Ferguson withdrew his gaze and sighed silently in his heart.

Fran eventually withdrew his gaze and stared straight ahead. Van der Sar was standing on the goalline, his hands constantly shaking from side to side, trying to distract himself and distract himself.

"Just let this ball, let yourself completely with Manchester United, and ...... Say goodbye to him! ”

Forlan didn't look at Van der Sar again, the whistle blew, Forlan lowered his head, ran quickly, barely looked at the goal, and slapped his right foot on the football fiercely, and the strength of his whole body was vented at this moment, or, more likely, he was venting his pent-up emotions in the depths of his heart.

"Diego. Fran was twelve yards away! This penalty will be taken by the Uruguayan shooter! ”

"Fran used to be a member of the group, but his experience here wasn't very pleasant! Ha, Van gave him a penalty opportunity, is Fran here to get revenge on his old club? ”

"Diego...... Fran - Shoot! Just a shot full of revenge! ”

"A powerful volley! There is no angle, the hit is in the middle of the goal, and the win is pure strength! ”

The moment the ball went off the ground, Van der Sar threw himself out. He judged the left. But it was clear that his judgment was wrong, and Forlan didn't look at him, or even the goal, but just kicked the ball into the middle with a powerful volley.

Van der Sar felt a sense of dejection in his heart, but in the next moment, his eyes showed joy - the opponent's shot did not hit the woodwork, Forlan's volley was too hard, and the ball flew higher and higher until it flew over the crossbar and into the stands......

Penalty, don't score!