At the start of the game, Chelsea started playing on the wings.

Just two minutes into the game, Frank Lampard's long pass from midfield down the right was met by Duff who got rid of Heinze's cross, and Frank Lampard, who was quick to get to the middle, grabbed a right-footed shot from 12 yards ahead of Rio Ferdinand, but the ball was deflected wide of the near corner.

Frank Lampard gave the United fans a slap in the face from the start, and Chelsea are here to take the win.

There is no prudence or temptation!

Chelsea went on the attack as soon as they came up.

"Mourinho started to exert his strength as soon as he came up, aren't you afraid of Manchester United's counterattack! However, it is always the fans who are happy, and we have a good show to watch! Lineker didn't say anything about the conjecture behind the tactics, just about the game itself.

Luckily, the ball went out of the net......

Not satisfied, Ferguson got up from his seat and rushed to the sidelines and roared loudly towards the pitch: "Watch your back!" Stay protected! ”

In any case, it was a blow to the team to almost concede a goal after the opening, but accustomed to hearing Ferguson's roar, the Manchester United players improved after the roar.

That's the Ferguson way, the unique way.

Returning to his seat, Ferguson had another perception that Jonker was a cover in the game to attract the attention of defenders, and that the real danger came from the back row to get a steal, and the key was on both sides.

To his surprise, though, it seems that Jonk has succeeded in attracting Roy. Keane's attention, "Hell, go do what you're supposed to do!" ”

Ferguson didn't name names, but no one on the field was stupid. The old man with the red nose is talking about whom, who knows himself.

Don't look at the tough guys on and off the court, they are all like the boss and his second son. But Ferguson is definitely an exception, the old man Socrates is not a dry eater, and the media only knows the legendary hair dryer.

When you are in the storm of hair dryers, many old people secrete excess saliva in their mouths, which is the most powerful weapon. No one wants to be taught a lesson by a hair dryer, and their faces are covered with trophies.

Roy. Keane spat and turned to leave.

In the pitch. Spitting is commonplace, the key is the landing point, right at Jonker's feet, and the contemptuous look in his eyes when he leaves is even more unpleasant.

How old are you! Bullish and coaxing. After a while, you turn your head and don't negotiate.

Anyway. Roy. Keane left, and Jonk felt better, raising his hand for the ball and motioning for his teammates to pass the football to him.

With Sylvester behind him and Rio Ferdinand on the flank, the two Manchester United centre-backs controlled the space very well and left no room for Jonker.

Despite the fact that Chelsea only have one striker, Manchester United still take the defense of Jonker very seriously. Completely containing Jonk is not without a price.

Of course, Ferdinand's task will be a little heavier. Not only will he be on the lookout for Jonker's sudden long-range shots, but he will also be responsible for helping to defend the wings.

Although Jonk raised his hand in front of him for the ball, the ball did not fly straight over, and Chelsea still had to attack through two wings. Jonk is more of an ornament, used for pulling.

Put a scrap piece to attract attention?

Could Mourinho be such an idiot? No one would think so, but what can Jonk do?

Ferguson always had a sense of crisis, but he couldn't grasp where it came from.

Everything looks like this.

Jonker continued to be in the slump, no matter his occasional touches and balls, it looked like it was no different from the previous game, and even Lineker, who supported him, no longer mentioned the inspiration for the opening game.

"I have to say that the pace of the game between the two teams is very fast, but so far, the defenders of both sides have done a good job, and the score is still 0:0!"

When Chelsea attacked, Scholes and others did not directly withdraw to their own half and wait for the opponent to come up and attack, but rushed directly and entangled Lampard who had the ball.

In his pre-match analysis, it was clear that Frank Lampard was not the kind of player who was good at possession, and as long as he put pressure on him, he could make mistakes. And what does it mean for a central midfielder to concede a goal in front of the centre-backs in their own half? I'm sure everyone knows it very well.

Forcing Frank Lampard and cutting off his connection with Zenit frontcourt Arjen Robben, Duff and others is Ferguson's tactical arrangement.

This would take the pressure off on his own defence, but it would also have the opportunity to cause Frank Lampard's mistakes and break the ball up front and play on the counter-attack, which would have a much better chance of scoring.

Of course, there were good opportunities to counter-attack, and Scholes also had the kung fu of passing the ball to launch a counter-attack in an instant.

Chelsea had to do the same, with a quick transition, intense intensity, a goal that went short, and then added fuel to the heat.

No one noticed, Jonk began to retreat, and the Chelsea no.25, who had not been in danger, opened up a certain defensive distance with Silvestre.

It seemed like a signal, and when Jonk really got rid of it, the ball was quickly at his feet, facing the attacking direction head-on, and the opportunity came.

I held it for a full twenty minutes, waiting for the outbreak of this moment.

"Rush, boy! Let Old Trafford tremble at your feet! ”

Mourinho has stood up.

Kneel for my brother! Sing Conquest!

What is the rhythm of this?

Jonker's next rhythm, picking up the ball near midfield, Roy. Keane's sliding shovel was already in place, and the others didn't pay attention to Jonker, but the Irishman was waiting for this moment, and the hideous, shiny spikes were already lit up.

It's really muddy, have you been putting up with you for a long time?

The ball jumped happily at Jonker's feet.

"What kind of foot rate it is, but how funny it all looks, it's completely useless, I don't know if the tackle has arrived"

"Oh my God! What action, and slow motion? How did he do it, and can anyone tell me what exactly happened just now? ”

Ask who big brother, you are the commentator, okay, you are good, there is no slow motion, ask the audience, is this still the always professional Lineker.

No one can say exactly what happened, including the nearest Roy. Keane, it's too fast, a second ago, Jonk was still in front of him, and he seemed to be able to see that kid who didn't know the height of the sky, holding his legs and rolling on the ground in pain.

But in the next second, even the person with the ball has moved two steps horizontally!

Oh my God, how did he do it.

To say that the broadcast of the League Cup is not good, the influence of the event is also declining year by year, and there is no slow-motion replay at all.

Only Mourinho's smug smile indicates that the next is destined to be a great moment.

Jonk accelerated, but before he could accelerate his dribbling, he quietly replied to Roy. Keane took a sip, and he also vomited at a very high level, so that people couldn't find evidence at all, and spit it out Roy. Keane's mouth, such a bold young man, this is Old Trafford, someone dares to do this?

He did it, and after he was done, he accelerated with the ball in a chic manner.

The action just now was so shocking that no one noticed this detail, not even Roy. Keane himself didn't realize that this dumb man was eating so badly.

The next level is Fu Qiong, the South African international, who yelled and pounced, a very imposing pro, but this pro is simply a moving stake.

After roaring, you can't find the north, oh my God, such a dazzling pace, and still being able to run, is simply a miracle of God.

It was so easy, facing a group of perfectly unsuspecting Manchester United players, Jonker ran and used the gossip dragon step, like a real dragon, flying freely on the pitch.

The rebellion began, without stopping, Fu Qiong was very thorough, blinded by the momentum of rushing up, and I don't know if Lu Dao's black face was red, anyway, ordinary people can't see it.

Sylvestre felt bad, the central defender deserved to be a defensive player, much better than the South African shouting pile, keeping a certain distance, not controlling the position with his feet, waiting for his teammates to cover and assist in the defense, and the defensive strategy was first-class.

How can Jonk let the opponent get his way, the enemy retreats and I advance, this is the only way on the court, you can retreat and I can sprint fast.

Don't come here! Stay back! Sylvester couldn't retreat, and in a panic, he didn't even touch Jonk's side, but he stumbled backwards, lost his center of gravity and sat on the grass.

This guy didn't drink before the game, right?

People who have never felt it up close will never have the right to speak, it's too scary, this is a breakthrough? Sylvester felt like a tank running over head-on, the momentum and pressure were enough to make people frightened, but the moment they were about to make contact, they suddenly disappeared again, and they didn't have time to react at all, without scaring people.

Not to mention at his feet, Sylvester doesn't even dare to look at it, or he will be passed quickly, this guy suddenly has a small universe explosion? Xiaoqiang's holy clothes can't be possessed, this rhythm is not at all for ordinary people!

I'll leave it to you, buddy, I can't do it!

Who is it! Rio Ferdinand, Manchester United's sky-high central defender, the top central defender in England and even the world. (To be continued......)