When the game finally resumed, the situation was exactly what Li Lei had in mind.

After the unexpected loss of Cristiano Ronaldo, Ferguson's envisioned counterattack Manchester United could not play on the pitch at all, and could only allow Porto to continue to bombard Manchester United's defence with unbridled high-altitude balls.

It's not that Ruud van Nistelrooy and others don't work hard, it's just that they really aren't the kind of style that is suitable for counterattacking.

Take Ruud van Nistelrooy, for example, in his Manchester United career before the king of the small penalty area, although he also had the classic performance of running long distances with the ball alone in the half, throwing off all the defenders to score goals, but in general, he is still the kind of shooter who stands in the box and waits for other players to feed, not the kind of non-human existence that can solve all problems by himself like the alien Ronaldo. A long-distance attack like that, occasionally used to catch the opponent off guard, is too difficult for Fanny to use as a conventional weapon.

In such a situation, the lack of sufficient reinforcement is limited in the threat that Giggs can pose to Porto on the counter-attack.

In the 81st minute of the second half, this scene on the pitch was a prime example. After finally preventing another wave of high-altitude balls from Porto, Manchester United immediately launched a counter-attack. But as soon as the ball had been handed down to Ryan Giggs with a skilful and fluid three-pass pass, the Welshman had to face another familiar scene that was embarrassing and headache-inducing for him as soon as he picked up the ball.

He has faced this dilemma more than once in previous matches. With Porto having relentlessly concentrated most of their defensive forces on the right flank, this time he was the same as before, with Kostiani, Ferreira and Alenichev in front of him.

Although it is not to say that it is entirely possible for him to complete a breakthrough in this situation, after all, he has also completed such a masterpiece in his glorious career in the past, but it is rare to meet and unavoidable, and it requires chance and luck to cooperate. Judging by the situation before this game, Giggs didn't feel like he had the opportunity and luck to do so today.

Moreover, even if he did, his exhausted physical strength, which was already over 30 years old at this time, would not allow him to complete such a long-distance run.

On top of that, what was even more embarrassing was that when he failed to dribble the ball and forced Kostiani and the other three to encircle and had to barely hold on to the ball with his back to stop, he simply couldn't find a teammate on his flanks who could support him.

So, the next plot is also a familiar scene to him, first the three of Kostiani are like three iron chains to lock it firmly, and then no matter how hard he tries, in the face of two feet and six feet, he finally has to lose, and one of the three of them stabbed the football under his feet.

Because at the same time, it also announced that Manchester United's counter-attacking offensive had to end in failure again.

Seeing such a familiar plot play out again, this time not only Li Lei, who was sitting on the bench, couldn't help but wave his fist in disappointment, but even Ferguson, who had been able to maintain basic composure before, finally couldn't sit still.

Prior to this, the old coach knew that Manchester United's counterattack was almost nothing in the case of losing Ronaldo, and he had always hoped that Ryan Giggs and others could create any surprises, but after this time, he finally saw the reality clearly and decisively gave up the only hope left in his heart.

"Ryan! Paul! Ludo!! Drawdown! Drawdown!! We go on the defensive!! And immediately went to the sidelines, and gave instructions to the attacking line players in the front court to completely retreat to help the team.

Although it meant that Manchester United had to defend passively for the rest of the game, the boss made the decision decisively. He knew that hesitation at this point would only make things worse, and that he had to make a decision, even if it was a bit of a loss of face for United.

If there was only one choice between losing face and winning, Ferguson's choice was clear.

Li Lei, who was sitting on the bench, couldn't help but feel a little relieved after seeing Ferguson make such a decision, it seems that the old man is still very clear. Although he was also unhappy that the team had to retreat to the defence, Li Lei knew very well that if Manchester United wanted to qualify for the last eight of this season's Champions League, this was the best choice.

In this regard, the Manchester United fans at the scene obviously agreed with this view. After the entire formation of the United team retreated to their own half and began to defend to the ground, they were only slightly stunned for a moment before resuming to cheer on the United players on the pitch with their deafening cheers and songs.

On the other hand, Mourinho and Porto naturally need to say much, there is only one way in front of them, Huashan wins, and if they don't score, they lose. In the face of the retreating Manchester United, they can only desperately continue to strengthen the offensive under the almost hoarse roar of Mourinho at this moment.

In the 84th minute of the second half, Valente's pinpoint cross from the left earned McCarthy a header that went just over the crossbar.

In the 87th minute of the second half, the football was once again hoisted into the Manchester United penalty area by Porto, although this time it was Gary Neville who managed to beat Yankauscas to grab the first landing point, but on the edge of the penalty area, Deco in front of the goal grabbed the second landing point, completed a beautiful heavy bombardment, and the football hit the crossbar and flew out of the bottom line.

In the 89th minute of the second half, in a corner, Maniche got a shot in a scuffled box. This time, if it weren't for O'Shea's guard at the back post and a thrilling clearance on the goal line, Manchester United's door would have been breached.

......

As time went on, Porto's offensive was not weakened by the physical wear of the players, but instead played a desperate and frenzied attack, launching several waves of dangerous attacks against Manchester United's door in a short period of time.

With each threatening shot on goal, the alternating "sizzle" and reassuring exhalation of the Manchester United fans became the main theme of the entire Old Trafford stadium.

At the same time, Li Lei, who was sitting on the bench, was not much better. When Manchester United fans let out a "sizzle" and "hmm" sound, his whole heart also lifted and put down, lifted and put down. Especially when Deco's heavy shot hit the crossbar, he almost had the illusion that his heart was going to jump out of his mouth.

Although he didn't move much while sitting on the bench, the cold sweat had already soaked his whole body, and the tension that his door could be broken by Porto at any time made him dare not relax for a moment.

Seeing that the time finally passed the regular 90 minutes and entered injury time, Li Lei was a little relieved. Although due to Ronaldo's injury and the time delayed by that clash, the second half of injury time had 5 minutes long, he still unconsciously felt at ease, as long as he held on for another 5 minutes! 5 minutes!!

But when the game time came to the second minute of injury time, Phil Neville made a somewhat senseless foul on Yankauscas at the edge of the penalty area, which suddenly made Li Lei feel uplifted.

Looking at Howard, who he had been paying attention to in front of Manchester United, and whose sluggish state had not improved at all, Li Lei, who was sitting on the bench, suddenly stood up from his seat uneasily and frowned deeply.

Although Porto's free kick has not been sent at all, the uneasiness in Li Lei's heart has begun to swell irrepressibly, it's too bad!

When McCarthy stepped in front of the set-piece, 24 metres from goal, the Old Trafford stadium fell silent and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath. Li Lei was even more nervous and uneasy, his hands grabbed the coat he was wearing, his eyes widened, like a light bulb, staring at it tightly without blinking, for fear of missing any detail.

"Toot-"

With Ivanov's clearest and clearest whistle so far, McCarthy ran a few steps under everyone's gaze before picking up the ball with his inside instep, over the United wall and into the bottom left corner of the near corner.

Good!

As soon as the football crossed the Manchester United wall, Li Lei took the lead in coming to the result with his super dynamic vision, and Howard, who was flying sideways in the air at this time, could pounce on the football. Although in general, this result was unfavorable for him personally, Li Lei couldn't help but wave his fist slightly, and a wave of ecstasy suddenly surged into his heart.

Not good!!

But before the ecstasy could break away from his tightly knit brow and make his face smile, Howard's saving stance that had already unfolded in the air made him immediately startled, and his face turned pale instantly. Although Li Lei couldn't see Howard's specific save hand shape clearly due to the distance, from the excessive space left between his arms, he could judge that although Howard could save the football this time, he would never be able to hold the football, and the football would bounce back to the edge of the penalty area, leaving Porto with a chance to make up shots.

Idiot! Bastard!! Li Lei didn't know what Howard was thinking, and he couldn't even save McCarthy's free kick that was not very good in power, spin, and angle, which was not an understandable mistake, but a low-level mistake that the goalkeeper must not make.

When the ball bounced back into the penalty area as he expected, but it was a player wearing a Porto jersey who arrived first, Li Lei sat back in his position as if he had been drained of all his strength at once, and closed his eyes in despair.

One second later, there was a loud, but empty-sounding wild cheer in his ears, which Li Lei knew belonged to the small group of Porto fans at Old Trafford, not the nearly 80,000 United fans in attendance.

For, if that were the case, the cheer would have been magnificent, resounding in the sky, and not as empty as it is now.

Lost!

Lost!!

Damn it!!!

At this time, Li Lei couldn't help but scold in his heart.

It wasn't anger, it was remorse, remorse for the scene that was happening in his mind at the moment. This is because although he has closed his eyes and can't bear to look at it, this scene still involuntarily emerges - the red waves of Old Trafford have subsided and fallen silent, leaving only a desperate dead silence! Silence like death!!

In Lee's heart, Old Trafford and the Manchester United fans here are special.

Because it was here that he, a delinquent boy who had been in the slums and was disliked by everyone, felt the taste of being cheered, felt the taste of being a hero, being the focus of everyone, and being praised by everyone.

It is no exaggeration to say that Old Trafford is an important and unique stage for Li Lei to shine in his life.

It was precisely because of this that he could not bear to open his eyes to witness the dead silence and desolation of Old Trafford at this moment.

In this regard, he was closing his eyes tightly, clenching his fists tightly, both remorseful and unwilling.

Damn it!

Damn it!!

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