Chapter 52: Rehearsal in the Players' Tunnel
13 September 2003, Emirates Stadium, in the away dressing room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
At this time, Ferguson was in the dressing room to make the final mobilization before the game, saying: "I think you all already know what the outside world thinks of this game, and I don't need to repeat it again. In this game, I have only one request for you, and I remember only one request! β
Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and after scanning the solemn faces of all the Manchester United players with a cold gaze, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Bite them!" Shred them apart!! Kill them!! I don't like to see their swaggering faces in the media again, and I don't like that bullshit professor to point fingers at me, my team, and you in the media again! Today, you have to tell them on the pitch that we are Manchester United and they don't have the qualifications yet! β
"If any of you can't do that, let me know now and I'll replace him as soon as the game starts!" How's that, is there?!! β
Ferguson's words are obviously provoking the anger and fighting spirit of the Manchester United players, but the Manchester United players are very fond of this. When Ferguson said this, everyone was like a hungry wolf, his snort reopened, his eyes became hot, and his eyes burned with a raging flame called battle.
"No!!" Everyone shouted loudly with their heads held high. One by one, the green tendons were exposed, and they were like beasts that were about to go out of the gate and couldn't be closed.
Even Li Lei, who is usually calm and will never be provoked by other people's words, was rarely provoked by Ferguson's pre-war mobilization at this time.
Obviously, the pre-game mentality of the Manchester United players was still very satisfying for Ferguson. However, he did not show this, and his face was still full of anger and displeasure.
Because the pre-game mobilization is not over yet, he still has to ignite the last fire in the hearts of his disciples.
I saw that he was fast, and he walked to the locker room door in a few big strides, and opened the door with a snap, allowing the loud singing of the Arsenal fans outside to float in.
Then his right hand slammed on the door again, pointed out the door, and roared with a fierce and vicious face: "Then what are you waiting for!" I'm telling you, I don't fucking like their bullshit singing at all! If I could hear them singing after the game, I'd have nightmares at night! And that's your dereliction of duty, fellow Manchester United players!! β
"So, there's only one thing you have to do now, and that's give me the fuck to quiet them! I don't care what bullshit London is! What a shit Emirates Stadium!! All you have to do is tell them that we are great Manchester United! Here today, we are kings!! is the only king!! β
"Do you hear that?! Did you hear that?!! Did you hear that?!!! β
"Yes, I heard you, Boss!" Facing Ferguson, who was already red-faced and bruised, the Manchester United players roared loudly like soldiers about to go on the campaign.
At this moment, their bodies are full of murderous energy!!
Then, they came out one after another, all with solemn expressions and murderous spirits!
"Lee! You wait. β
At the end of the line, Li Lei, who was about to follow Ferdinand out of the dressing room in front, was suddenly stopped by Ferguson.
At this time, the red tide of excitement on the Scottish old man's face had not faded, but his expression had calmed down. It's hard to believe that the calm old man in front of him with a gleam in his eyes could be the old bandit who was full of foul words and acted like a bandit leader.
"What's the matter, sir?" Although he knew what Ferguson was worried about and what he wanted to say, Li Lei still followed Ferguson's meaning and asked.
Looking at the tall Asian teenager in front of him, who was still worried about wanting to say a few more words, Ferguson suddenly swallowed back what he was going to say that had reached his throat.
He smiled, a bunch of folds on his old face, and smiled heroically, "Have you figured out how to clean them up, kid?" β
The corners of Li Lei's mouth hooked, his eyebrows raised, and he smiled: "Of course, I dare to guarantee that they will never forget this game!" I can guarantee it!! β
"Hahaha...."Ferguson suddenly smiled even more happily, patted Li Lei's broad shoulder with a look of relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, don't save me face." That Frenchman is my 'friend'. β
In this sentence, he emphasized the tone of the word "friend", and the meaning of contempt and disdain Li Lei immediately heard it.
In an instant, Li Lei's mouth also grinned, and he sneered: "I know." β
With that, he turned and walked towards the players' tunnel.
It was his first career start against old rivals Arsenal in the Community Shield. As soon as he thought of this, his originally tall figure suddenly became three points taller, and his steps couldn't help but become majestic and high-spirited. Just this one back can also make people feel this person's battle intent that has completely boiled, and the momentum is violent.
Ferguson stared at his back with satisfaction, but the smile on his lips faded and was replaced by a solemn one.
"Alex, are you really relieved? Lee is indeed talented, but he is not mature enough, especially against Arsenal's attacking line? At this moment, Phelan on the side suddenly said to Ferguson.
"Rest assured?! This stinky boy is indeed extremely talented, and he has even far exceeded my expectations. But he is still too tender, he has only played a few professional matches, how can he be able to pick the lead immediately. Ferguson glanced at Phelan and said unceremoniously.
"And you're stillβ" Ferran asked, puzzled.
Ferguson shook his hand, interrupted his question, and said directly: "First, I have no other choice right now. Tim's injuries are repeated, and Carol's goddamn bastard has made such a fuss again, do you think I have any other options besides Lee. β
"Second, although I still have the opportunity to bring in a replacement for Carroll before the transfer window officially closes. But what's the point of that? There is simply no suitable goal. If I had to find someone worse than Carroll, then I would rather spend these games to develop Lee, I believe that the growth rate of this kid will not disappoint me, this is the best choice for the future of Manchester United. β
"In addition, if you don't worry, you can't worry. Do you really think this stinky boy is an ordinary goalkeeper?! I can see that he's been exceeding my expectations for him in the last two games, and it's arguably the rookie goalkeeper who has made me fall through the glasses in my career. β
"Will he be bad in this game, or will he continue to be successful? Which one do you think is more likely, anyway, I think the latter is a little bit bigger. This kid is crazy personally, and the more the other party targets him, the bigger the scene, the more excited he is. β
"You think about what the shit and that Frenchman at Arsenal said about this little guy before the game. I don't think this little guy is going to change his mind. β
"I just hope it doesn't put my heart to the test again. That damn stinky boy didn't know how to understand the difficulties of us old people all of a sudden. β
With that last sentence, Ferguson walked forward, leaving Phelan alone looking at his back with the corners of his mouth twitching.
Optimistic, not optimistic, you have said it alone, what else can I say, can I still be friends....
Just as Phelan looked resentful and messy in the wind, the players of Manchester United and Arsenal had already lined up in the players' tunnel.
It's just that Wenger doesn't seem to be less angry in the locker room, the players on both sides have cold faces, and their eyes are flashing with a cold gaze that wants to tear each other apart immediately, this hatred and antagonistic atmosphere is really a bit dignified, and the cute little ball boys around the players on both sides are very quiet at this time, and their innocent and bright eyes are flashing with cowardice, all of them have a scared expression that I want to go home, I want my mother, and the outside world is too terrible.
Even when the referees saw this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other with a wry smile, feeling that the pressure on them to enforce the law in the upcoming game would be extremely huge.
Under such circumstances, Li Lei originally didn't want to look for trouble. Because in his opinion, it is much better to look good to the other party in the game than to play tricks at such times. It not only saves excess effort, but also has a better effect.
But sometimes, things are so helpless, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to your door. Moreover, if you are provoked in front of your face and don't fight back, it is not Li Lei's style.
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, are you ready?! I promise we'll kick you out crying today! Vieira didn't know when he came to Li Lei's side, with a big black face and a fierce glint in his eyes, and sneered disdainfully at Li Lei.
looked at the Arsenal captain, and Li Lei didn't care about his words at all, let alone get angry. Although he didn't read any newspapers before, he also knew from some trivial news he heard from other Manchester United that Arsenal had publicly said a lot of bad things about his comeback, and the Arsenal captain contributed the main firepower.
It seems that his throat cut really impressed him, Li Lei glanced at him contemptuously, and then sneered pretending not to care: "Really?!" I'm looking forward to it, and it looks like you're missing my throat-slitting, old black dog! Do you really want to be a dead black dog?!! β
"What do you say?! Boy, do you dare to say it again?! Yes!! Obviously, Li Lei's words and attitude were all at once provoked Vieira, he suddenly stepped forward, his big black face was pressed in front of Li Lei's head, and he roared in a low voice.
His eyes swelled with fierce light, and his face was so angry that he looked hideous, and he looked like he was about to make a move.
If other young players are likely to be intimidated by the fierce look of the French midfielder, how can Li Lei be intimidated by this level of intimidation. Moreover, not only is he not intimidated, but he is also "happy" to fulfill the demands that others place on him.
I saw him staring at Vieira's cold eyes without showing weakness, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he sneered again with disdain: "You really want to hear it!" All right!! I satisfy you. Dead Black Dog, Dead Black Dog, Dead Black Dog. β
After he spoke three times in a row, he deliberately looked at Vieira with a look of "expectation", as if you are not satisfied, I can continue to speak.
"I'm going to kill you! raised!! β
Patrick Vieira, who has long been at Arsenal and the Premier League as a whole, has rarely seen this kind of provocation. After hearing his roar, he immediately rushed towards Li Lei, and even the big black fist was already clenched and about to be waved.
Of course, in the end, his fist didn't go out. The others were not deaf or blind, and the two men had already attracted a lot of attention when they first got close. After such a big commotion now, even the referee team who was originally standing in front of the team has noticed that something is wrong with Vieira and Li Lei.
Therefore, before Vieira could make a move, the players and coaching staff on both sides immediately pulled Vieira, who was as angry as a mad bull.
For a while, Li Lei, one of the protagonists, became the most "quiet" person in the entire player tunnel.
He just stayed where he was, smiling at Vieira, who was still being pulled away and still struggling with anger, like a nobody.
But his cold gaze betrayed everything, like a hunter seeing his prey in a trap.
He just looked at it coldly, as if he were looking at a bloody fish hook, slowly, slowly dipping into the icy pool water.
There was a hint of blood!
The smell of icy blood!!