"Huh,"

"That guy is really ......"

Mike Phelan was surprised again.

"Interesting,"

"See who can finish the first 10 laps?"

In the end, Dong Fangzhuo still led the whole team, and the rhythm was quickly pulled up.

No one wants to be humiliated, so they run for their lives.

They are all professional players, and everyone's strength is actually about the same, no matter how bad it is, it can't be too bad.

But now Dong Fangzhuo has already pulled them around, and now he plans to pull them around.

I can't stand it.

Everyone tried to close the gap with Dong Fangzhuo.

Especially Mason Greenwood, Marcus Rashford, Jadon Sancho and Manchester United captain Harry Maguire. The latter, as the captain, must not pull the crotch, while the first three are because of their age.

Cristiano Ronaldo is more than a decade older than them, but he was pulled away by such an exaggerated distance, which is unreasonable.

If you can't even fight Ronaldo physically, do you still have a face?

At this time, Rangnick also appeared on the sidelines of the training ground, standing next to Mike Ferran.

"What happened?"

"These guys are running so fast today?"

"Ronaldo pulled down so much?"

He asked a series of questions, but now a smile appeared on his face.

"Is this a deliberate look on Ronaldo's face?"

"These guys are getting more and more talkative."

In Rangnick's opinion, it should be the young man who deliberately accelerated his running speed and humiliated Ronaldo.

Who's called Cristiano Ronaldo is now in a very strange position - 200 meters in front of him are Lingard, Nemanja Matic and Anthony Martial! More than 100 metres behind are Greenwood, Rashford, Sancho and Fred!

This scene is easy to judge, Ronaldo is the last, even Lingard and they can't catch up.

That's why Rangnick said that.

The muscles on Mike Phellan's face trembled and trembled, and he looked embarrassed.

"Ralph."

"You're mistaken."

"It's Ronaldo who runs ahead."

"Greenwood is behind them, Lingard is the last one."

"Oh, that's Ronaldo leading more than a hundred meters? He did it on purpose. Rangnick's eyes narrowed, thinking Ronaldo was stirring up trouble. Is Ronaldo trying to tell himself with his actions that there is nothing wrong with his fitness?

Hehe.

"Ralph,"

"No, it's not."

"Ronaldo is more than 500 metres ahead." Mike Phelan explained again.

"What?"

"What did you say?" Rangnick, thinking he had misheard, asked again.

"More than 500 meters, he has already pulled everyone around, and now he is more than 100 meters ahead." Phelan was patient.

"Wardfark?" Rangnick was finally moved.

This Nima is incredible.

How did that guy do it.

"Are you not mistaken?"

He didn't believe it.

"Even if I'm wrong, the guys on the field can't be wrong." Phelan spread his hands, "It seems that he is still trying to speed up." ”

Rangnick: ......

"How many laps is this?"

"The fifth lap, ready for the sixth lap, a total of ten laps."

Undoubtedly, the tenth lap is the final battle.

Dong Fangzhuo has now run a lap of more than 100 meters, not only not letting Greenwood and them close, but shortening the distance between Lingard and Nemanja Matic.

He's still thinking about continuing to overtake, and once he gets past Lingard, it's going to be two laps for them.

Such a terrifying run is unprecedented!

This is not a long-distance race!

But that's it for now.

After the fifth lap arrived, Dong Fangzhuo gritted his teeth and accelerated to overtake.

"Oh, no, idol!" Lingard's eyes were filled with despair.

"You can't do that!"

Today's idols are really crazy, like the relentless cold wind around them.

He was pulled twice.

It's really humiliating.

Of course, it's not just him, but there are some people like Nemanja Matic......

At this time, Dong Fangzhuo was in front of Cavani, as well as Van de Beek, Luke Shaw and so on.

Cavani had been in the first group for the first few laps, but as time went on, he fell into the second group.

The second group is the largest group, and everyone wants to catch up with the first group.

And Dong Fangzhuo was behind him, which gave them more pressure.

Cavani was the first to grit his teeth and sprint, almost rushing forward at a speed of 100 meters, and everyone followed suit.

Dong Fangzhuo still maintained an even speed.

There is no hurry.

Wait until the last lap!

Now the physical energy is still very full, and the physical feeling is also great, let's fight again in the last 400 meters!

Cavani and the others eventually chased down Greenwood's tail, and Dong Fangzhuo began to bite the distance tightly.

Lap 8,

Lap 9.

Dong Fangzhuo's ninth lap has arrived!

This is the moment that I was waiting for.

call

call

Call.

He adjusted his breath several times in a row, his arms stirred, and the frequency of his feet increased.

It's a sprint!

400m sprint!

Like a wild horse on the loose,

Like a howling hurricane,

Breaking through the ice,

Puncture the air.

He surpassed Cavani,

Shake off McTominay,

Luke Shaw's face showed horror.

The Spaniard Mata patronized and looked at Dong Fangzhuo, and he almost ran in the wrong direction.

Dong Fangzhuo's tall figure was getting farther and farther away in front of their eyes.

He was thinking about Greenwood, and they were making a final attack.

"Fack!"

"Fack!"

Greenwood: They all found Dong Fangzhuo, who was running wildly.

The distance is getting closer!

Dong Fangzhuo's last two hundred meters, Greenwood's last lap and a half!

"Woohoo~"

"Come on, Ronaldo!"

He clenched his fists, and finally couldn't help shouting out, shouting for Dong Fangzhuo.

"Come on!"

"Come on! Ronaldo! ”

Although it is called Cristiano Ronaldo.

Phelan has no real power, and Rangnick is the only one who looks ahead.

But now he chose to stand on Dong Fangzhuo's side and rushed to the finish line, he hopes to witness this great moment!

Greenwood did his best!

Marcus Rashford is heading and waving his arms wildly!

Maguire wishes his legs were a little longer!

Fred's teeth had already bitten his lips and squeezed out the strength to feed!

But!

Or surpassed!

Dong Fangzhuo roared past them like a crazy sports car.

That extreme speed!

That dreamy figure!

"Beautiful!"

"Beautiful!"

"Beautiful!"

Mike Ferran's voice had already burst when Dong Fangzhuo rushed to the front.

"Ronaldo!"

"Ronaldo!"

Dong Fangzhuo's figure flashed in front of his eyes, and he immediately chased after him......

It's not just a physical battle,

It's still a battle of speed!

Whether it's physical or explosive.

Dong Fangzhuo has shown absolute dominance!

He is the absolute number one.

He could stop.

But all the rest have at least two laps left to run.

But by this time it was boring.

Lost all meaning.

Greenwood wilted, and his speed slowed down.

At this time, the sky was filled with only the smell of shame......

call

call

Call.

Dong Fangzhuo stood on the snow more than ten meters away and breathed.

The final 400-meter sprint still made him feel the feeling of extreme physical exhaustion, and his breathing was obviously much shorter than before.

I'm not really an iron man.

It's just better than everyone else.

But that's enough.

Phelan came to him and bowed slightly:

"Well done."

"Ronaldo."

"I have to express my apologies to you."

"I used to think you were old,"

"But I was wrong."

"You're still young."