Manchester United eventually beat CSKA Moscow 1-0 away, taking all three points away and laying a good foundation for the next leg of the meeting.

Everyone knows how cold the winter in Russia is, and no team can maintain a high level of competition in the freezing cold of minus tens of degrees, so the game was still highly praised.

"Ferguson temporarily stopped reforming, the team went back to the old way, and successfully gnawed the hard bones!"

"Defense is the key to victory! Manchester United take pragmatism to the extreme! ”

'Compared to the Gunners' thrilling 90 minutes, the Reds had a bit of a dull game, but luckily the three points don't lie!'

"With the league's repeated setbacks, Ferguson and his disciples have been given a precious respite!"

The above comments can easily summarize the process of the competition.

Manchester United, who were focused on defending and counter-attacking away from home, once again came away from an unsightly game.

The only goal came in the 18th minute of the first half, when York stabbed home from a scuffle triggered by a corner. Such a positive start did not bring surprises to the Reds fans, and there were few chances for the rest of the game, and the final score remained 1-0 like a safety bolt until the last second.

Lu Wei sat on the cold bench in this game.

It's not that Ferguson doesn't trust him.

Fitness issues are still a bottleneck in his playing time, especially in the fast-paced Premier League, where every opponent is eager to knock the little man over with full force under the loose penalty scale. In this situation, he exended more energy and energy in each game than before. Even if he has made great strides in the rationality of his movements after two years of training in the Bundesliga, it is difficult to quickly improve the tempo of the ball in a short period of time.

It stands to reason that Champions League opponents are better suited to his type of player, but Ferguson completely ignored this. The league still started him every game, but this game didn't give him a chance to perform for even a minute.

The London media had reason to scoff at this lackluster quality of play.

"A sleepy game is over and Manchester United is ecstatic!"

"Ferguson's conservative strategy is maddening!"

"The opposite of perfect football, where Ferguson and his disciples stand firmly!"

The media is the vane of public opinion, and it is also the best platform for fans to debate. There is a discussion about "perfect football" and "practicality". In recent years, with the emergence of Arsenal, it has become hot.

Backed by proud results, the fans of both teams and a bunch of bricks went into battle shirtless, spraying a miasma of black smoke.

Disputes over who represents progress, who is going backwards, who uses the spectacle as an excuse for defeat, and who defends with a good hand, are the battles that sometimes heat up and down, sometimes stop, and sometimes decide the winner.

In fact, as a party. The players and coaches understand this simple truth.

Style is the best!

Whether it's perfect football or pragmatism, there's only one goal in the end – to win. Other than that, any dazzling spectacle is not convincing enough.

Arsene Wenger and his followers understood this at the outset, but as time went on and the team achieved great success, they began to lose sight of the obvious. On various occasions, they have become the face of perfect football. Firmly believe that he is at the forefront of football development, and every move has a deep meaning.

The media and fans have been the catalyst for this shift. This is just a microcosm, far from the exaggerated spectacle of last season's double.

Manchester United's recent poor form is in everyone's eyes, and the return to the old way is obviously more like a helpless move. While the result was satisfying, the team's outlook looked worrying. At the same time, the old rivals' soaring form has exacerbated the level of that concern, leaving followers at the end of the first month of the new season. There is no optimism anymore.

Die-hard fans of the Red Devils have also quickly split into two factions, similar to the Labour and Conservative parties, with opposing views and heated internal discussions.

The Conservatives naturally feel that the team is now a tiger rather than an anti-dog, and it is the right way to return to the original style of play as soon as possible. The Labour Party is determined to be reformed. I don't think there's a shame in learning from your opponents. With such opposing views, it is inevitable that the whole team will be affected. If it weren't for Alex Ferguson's supremacy at the club, it would not have been impossible to make some mess at this time.

Amid the endless discussions, the weekend is coming soon.

The sixth round of the Premier League officially kicks off, with Arsenal hosting Southampton.

The Saints, nicknamed the 'Saints', have been in poor form of late, with just one win, one draw and two defeats in four league games, and this time away from home against the defending champions, who have won four in a row, few people are optimistic about them except for their die-hard fans.

There is also an air of optimism in the Arsenal team.

After successfully winning the important opponent in the Champions League, the previous unpleasant atmosphere in the dressing room was swept away, whether it was the French gang, the Dutch gang, or the England gang, as if they had found a new balance, and at the same time, they no longer put on a cold posture.

This situation is naturally the follow-up effect of You Mo's simple words in the locker room.

Although the number of French people is large, although the position is important, it is still difficult to convince the public when the internal situation is not uniform. First Vieira, then Wiltord, the two of them blurred on the front and back, and the impact was enough for Anelka, who scored the winning goal, to be underestimated.

Gremandy's attitude remained unchanged, and he told Anelka and Petit about what happened in the dressing room at half-time.

The final conclusion made none of the three optimistic.

The newcomer has been recognized by a lot of people, and he can't move at this stage!

The Dutch gang's two bigwigs are clearly aware of the changing difficulty of the game this season, which has made them focus on the performance of their teammates in their pursuit of perfect football.

Youmo's arrival has clearly stimulated the team's internal rivalry, and they are happy to see the positive impact it brings. Even if this guy doesn't really fit in, it's nice to make France nervous for the free-spirited guys.

The England Gang are undoubtedly welcoming newcomers to breaking the ice in the dressing room, despite their numbers. But there are few offensive players, especially strikers who can make the final decision. The team was already dominated by mercenaries, and one more was not too much, even if nationality was a bit of an eyesore.

The Chinese have always had a poor image in the eyes of the English, and most of the reasons for this are due to a lot of negative publicity in the media. If it weren't for the crazy performances of the two guys in Germany this year, they would have been doubting whether Asians can play football well.

The international political position of the British is close to that of the Americans. In addition to Japan and South Korea, which have always been close to Asian countries, Wanwan is more popular than Chinese people in this land. The atmosphere that You Mo's family felt when they first came here was actually a reaction to this mentality, and this was based on the relatively high-end of the people they came into contact with, and the lives of the people at the bottom who were really struggling on the survival line were shocking.

Once the colored glasses are put on, it is not an overnight thing to want to take them down, and although the bigwigs of the England gang want to establish a good relationship with the new guy, they still have many worries in their hearts. After a few private exchanges of opinions, the current attitude has been temporarily unified.

Let's see!

The three major forces of the team are all taking a wait-and-see attitude, and it is rare for You Mo to be idle. Just like in the game in front of him, seeing that the score of 0:0 had been maintained until the end of the first half, he stretched out his waist and was ready to move well in the next 15 minutes.

There's really not much to say about such a first half.

After two successive defeats, Arsenal look to have run out of luck. At home against an opponent surrounded by a bucket formation, they continued to repeat their scoreless old ways.

This time Anelka, Bergkamp and Petit were all on the pitch. The team's style of play is still to create chances with short passes. The scene looked better than the last one, but the result was disappointing.

This damn luck!

Blaming luck for the score is something that many people do. Especially in the case of a great scene, the role of luck is infinitely magnified, as if you can be invincible in the world with it.

In fact, if any team wants to get stronger, it is the right way to try to reduce its dependence on luck. Complaining about bad luck will only keep good luck out of the way, and it will never be found again.

You Mo listened to the long sighs one after another from the bench. You have to work hard to hold back the smile on your face. For him, this kind of thing is as difficult as full acting.

Having suffered more than one bad luck in Kaiserslautern's experience, he understands this simple truth.

Complaining will only spread negative emotions and mess up the normal rhythm!

On the field, the Arsenal team's defense can be called iron-blooded, but the attacking line is weak-willed. It's not hard to see why.

These guys think of themselves as artists, and the pursuit of perfection is the norm. Once you believe that there is power against you, the change in mentality can easily be reflected on the field, reaffirming the importance of luck.

"Well, the good luck isn't on our side today."

Ljungberg has not been in the team for a long time, but he has integrated much faster than Yumo, and the current situation worries him.

"yes, luck isn't on our side."

Ljungberg was not satisfied with such a perfunctory answer, trotted closer to the two, and continued to dig deeper while skillfully demonstrating his skills at his feet, "I heard that you gave them an idea at halftime last time, and it was the end that made a big difference in the game?" ”

"Hmm." You Mo stopped the ball at his feet, and after answering, he watched the opponent's performance.

"What about this time, do you have a good idea?" Ljungberg glanced at him, and the expression on his face was clearly written in the big words "Can you be serious".

The relationship between the two did not reach the stage of joking, but after meeting such a guy, it was really difficult for the Swedes to match the imaginary image with the reality.

"No, do you have one?" You Mo was carefully studying the opponent's four-corner pull move, and his mouth continued to be perfunctory.

"Me? Even if there were, no one would listen to it. Ljungberg smiled wryly and stopped, staring blankly at the locker room entrance.

"Am I not listening?"

"Oh, okay. It doesn't seem that you really don't have an idea, you just don't want to talk about it. So I'll tell me what I came up with and see if it's the same as yours? ”

"Good idea."

"I think the team's attacking rhythm is too one-dimensional and not enough means. The opponent's personal ability is not as good as ours, but the numerical advantage is used very well, and the effect of blindly penetrating into the penalty area is not ideal. ”

"Agreed, continue."

"We have high points in the penalty area and long-range fire support on the periphery, so we can make full use of that and make the attack three-dimensional. Moreover, it is not a good thing to blindly seek fast offensive rhythm, we should be more efficient, find ways to mobilize the opponent with passing, and create chaos, instead of rushing to pass the ball to the opponent's penalty area every time we attack. ”

"Good, anything else?"

"Well, no. I'm done, what about you? ”

"I'm gone, too. By the way, the boss brought you in, and it seems to be a good deal. ”

"Thank you for the compliments and for your patience in listening."

"You're welcome."

After the conversation, the two turned their heads in the surprised eyes of their teammates and continued to warm up with the ball.

The voices of the two were always quiet, and the guys who were farther away thought they were chatting about some off-the-field topics. Only Wiltord, who found the answer from Yumo in the last game, had some eyes, and approached him intentionally or unintentionally, and listened to it very closely.

This time, it wasn't the guy in the target who shocked him.

The good old man, who has always been inconspicuous, is so deeply hidden?!

"Hey, man, I mean, the new guys seem to be in stock!"

Wiltord was not the master who could hide things, and after listening to the conversation between the two clearly, he immediately found Grimandi to confide in him.

The tone was rather pleasantly surprised.

"Dude, can you figure it out? They're our competitors! Grimandi was a little angry, and his voice was not too loud, and his chest was full of panic.

"Oh, still worried about not playing this season?" Wiltord shouted with confidence.

"Don't forget where you're from, there's no need to do what those guys say!" Grimandi didn't have that much confidence, but if he didn't give a few reminders, he was really worried that the guy in front of him would lose the face of the Frenchman.

"It's not a big deal, as long as you can win the game, those little festivals are nothing!" Wiltord was going to add "if I'm there" before "as long as I can win the game", but the words came to his lips and he held back.

It's no wonder that he shows his heart so nakedly, and he is not misunderstood!

"When did you become like the English?" Grimandi's understanding of this guy is all-encompassing, and he can easily make up things that others can't hear.

Unfortunately, he ignored the irony in his words.

"What happened to the English?"

A slightly dull voice rang out from the corner of the pitch and quickly swept across half of the pitch, causing all the busy guys to pause their movements, turn their heads in unison, and look over.

Who's that? (To be continued......)