"I didn't expect David Moyes to hold Manchester United down with his defence."

In this kind of one-legged match, Moyes chose to be conservative, developed the toffee nature, and pestered Manchester United.

And Ferguson's side did not attack with all his strength because he was afraid of Tang Zhenglong's counterattack.

The game lasted until 89 minutes.

Alex Ferguson's Manchester United are best at finishing their opponents.

"Prepare for a substitution."

"For whom?"

Queiroz asked.

"Get Anderson and Hargreaves up to warm up and put pressure on the opponent."

"Okay."

Moyes, for his part, also warmed up Graveson and Pinard.

At this moment, there was a ding.

"10-second prediction on."

Tang Zhenglong looked back and there was a throw-in that would soon appear, and United would opt for a quick sideline kick before Wayne Rooney received the ball in the box and smashed it into the net.

"Holy!! Wouldn't that be a lore? ”

Tang Zhenglong hurriedly ran back.

Scholes ran over and threw the ball on the touchline, but Everton didn't pay attention to it at all, and he looked at Wayne Rooney in the box, and the two formed a high level of tacit understanding at this time.

Scholes threw the ball over and Rooney received it, only for Everton's defence to realise that something was wrong and immediately pressed it.

Howard strikes.

Rooney's talent as a shooter was on full display, and in the face of Howard, who was on the move, he opted for a pick.

The ball draws a parabola and flies towards the goal.

Moyes didn't want to watch any longer, the goal was a stunner and Ferguson's side was ready to celebrate.

At this moment, I saw someone chasing back at high speed.

"David, we still have someone."

"Who?"

At first glance, it turned out to be Tang Zhenglong.

Could it be that he is going to be the savior of the team again?

Tang Zhenglong rushed to the door and found that it was not good, it was a high ball, he jumped up a little bit, at this time Tang Zhenglong was like Kempes possessed, stretched out his hand and hit the ball.

Old Trafford was stunned for a second.

Such an obvious handball!!

Tang Zhenglong, this bastard.

Ferguson was furious, Tang Zhenglong's handball was a crime!!

The commentary immediately reminded me of a classic scene from the World Cup.

"Tang Zhenglong's handball reminds me of Kempes in Argentina."

In the 1978 World Cup against Poland, Argentina led 1-0, and when Lato's header was about to fly into the goal, Kempes jumped up on the goal line and single-handedly slotted the ball out with a goalkeeper move.

Goalkeeper Feror then saved Poland's penalty and Kempes was the rescuer.

In Kempes' time, handball in the box was a yellow card, but now the rules of football have long been changed.

The referee ran to Tang Zhenglong, gave him a red card, and then awarded United a penalty.

Moyes also has nothing to say about this.

The Everton players are all related, Tang Zhenglong is a real man this time, he sacrificed for the whole team.

"Don, it's a pity."

Everyone patted Tang Zhenglong's shoulder.

How could Tang Zhenglong be willing?

He was close to Howard, and the two were biting their ears.

"Tim, I'll let you pounce on that side later, and you'll pounce on that side."

"What do you mean?"

"I've studied penalty saves, you believe me."

Howard felt a little incredulous, but Tang Zhenglong seemed to be amazing sometimes.

"If you don't listen to me this time, then our friends don't have to do it."

"Okay."

Entering the system, Tang Zhenglong spent 500 points to buy the skill of saving a penalty.

This skill doesn't guarantee a 100% penalty save, but it can predict the direction of the penalty, but if the opponent hits a corner, there is nothing you can do about it, even if the prediction is correct.

Wayne Rooney stands in front of the penalty spot.

The whole team stood up, and Ferguson's eyes were like eagle eyes on the pitch, and the spectators were more nervous than those on the pitch.

"Will Wayne Rooney kill the game?"

Howard glanced at it and saw Tang Zhenglong pointing to his left.

Rooney started running.

"Take a gamble."

Howard chose to believe Tang Zhenglong, and he pounced.

Rooney's shot was a boccia ball against the turf, which was very lethal for the goalkeeper.

But I didn't expect Howard to make a prediction in advance and accurately guess the direction.

Just as the ball was about to roll into the goal, a pair of big hands held the ball down.

Ferguson froze.

"How is that possible?"

Manchester United fans are remorseful, Everton people on the other side are in ecstasy, there is a sense of the aftermath.

Moyes's heart was pounding, it was so thrilling.

"Boss, I'll just say it, Tim will be able to pounce."

……

Whose voice is this? It's so annoying.

Manchester United was so nervous just now that they forgot to look at it, but they didn't expect Tang Zhenglong to leave immediately after eating the red card.

Ferguson pointed at Tang Zhenglong at the referee.

"Why hasn't he left yet?"

"Could it be that Everton has any privileges?"

"Sir, it's not that serious, I just want to see the penalty saved."

Ferguson had a black face, if it weren't for Tang Zhenglong's foul, Manchester United would have won, this guy was still triumphant if he violated the rules, and his face was really thick.

"How can you laugh?"

'We saved the penalty and of course I'm happy.'

"Do you still have a little bit of sportsmanship?"

There is a feeling of having won stolen from top to bottom.

David Moyes had Tang Zhenglong sent into the tunnel to avoid a clash with Manchester United.

At the end of 90 minutes, Manchester United and Everton were tied 0-0.

The FA Cup is decided over one leg, and if there is no result after 30 minutes of extra time, it will be decided by a penalty shoot-out.

After 15 minutes of extra time, it was still 0-0, and the two sides would take a brief break and then immediately start the second half.

At this time, Alain came over with a walkie-talkie.

"Everyone formed a circle, and Tang Zhenglong wanted to say a few words to everyone."

"Don?"

"Hello everyone, it's me, give me a little bit of courage, I'm a red card for you, if you lose, give me 10,000 pounds each."

"Get out!!"

"Alright, I'm going to talk about something important."

"What?"

"Fight to hold on until the penalty shootout."

"Nonsense, we want to too."

"Alright, give the walkie-talkie to Howard, and you guys disperse."

Cut.

Alain handed the walkie-talkie to Howard.

"Don, how did you predict Rooney's ball?"

"I said it earlier, I studied it."

"You're not a goalkeeper?"

"It's a long story, you should believe me, right?"

Howard believed!

"Later, if the team can hold out until the penalty shootout, you can look at the stage, I'll go to the stand on your left, I'll make up your look, bearded."

"Okay, Don, it's up to you."

"Don't worry."

Put down the walkie-talkie, Tang Zhenglong has to find a way to get into the stands, this is not easy, because this is the opponent's field, if the opposing fans find out that they are Tang Zhenglong, then I don't know what will happen.