"Bang Bang ......"

In the VIP area of the stadium, several senior executives of Manchester United or former meritorious figures applauded without exception at this moment.

They had excited smiles on their faces and were delighted with the team's performance.

You know, even any fight that seems to be unsuspenseful before a game is easy to go wrong in a game.

Football is round, and anything can happen on this field.

Especially in this kind of championship battle, Tottenham's strength is not weak, and there may only be a little gap with Manchester United in terms of liquidation.

Now, the team took the lead around the fifteenth minute of the game and was one step closer to the final championship.

This is undoubtedly very encouraging.

'It's a really good Manchester United team, and I feel like I feel the shadow of our heyday in them.'

Gary Neville said a little shamelessly, then turned to look at Ferguson, "Yes, old man." ”

Ferguson smiled and didn't speak, but Malcolm, who was next to him, couldn't help it.

"What do you see?"

Malcolm was a little unconvinced, "With so much input from me, they are already a brand new strong team. ”

"It can even be regarded as a new super-first-line lineup."

"Last season undefeated and champion, did you do that?"

'I think they were more professional than yours, although they did have a long reign during that time and it made a big impression on the fans.

Gary Neville pursed his lips a little unconvinced, but did not speak.

At this time, the old lord slowly spoke: "Mr. Malcolm is right. ”

"What impresses that Manchester United is that spirit, those star-level players with strong personalities."

"Modern football has been developed for so long that it has long been incomparable."

"Even the teams in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League are playing a lot more professional norms than some of the previous strong teams, and all kinds of new tactics are implemented very well."

'Manchester United are the best of those teams now and they are probably more dominant than we were then.

'But I think Mourinho needs a Champions League, or even a back-to-back Champions League, to surpass our previous achievements. }

"Or just as he hoped, one season to win a Grand Slam and bring home seven titles."

The old gentleman did not belittle Manchester United during that time at the end.

Looking back on it now, it was indeed a beautiful and nostalgic time.

Although he was often beaten in the Champions League, his hands trembled, and he lost his temper with the players angrily.

But now that I think about it, if I could do it again, he would not hesitate to devote himself to that enthusiastic work.

But in any case, after so many years, his feelings for Manchester United are certainly very deep.

Now I see this team back on the right path and become super strong.

His heart was also very happy and gratified.

"Actually, we can make a bet."

Gary Neville heard the conversation between the two elders, and he was a little embarrassed when he couldn't interject, "How many goals can Lu Chenfeng score in all competitions this season?" ”

"Bet on what?"

Malcolm asked.

"The loser shaves his hair."

Gary Neville made a somewhat dark-hearted bet.

After a few seconds of stunnedness, several people present burst into laughter.

"Hahaha......"

"I love the bet and I can do it."

Sir Alex Ferguson, who is already old, seems to still retain the excitement of life, and simply agrees.

As an elite group in Europe, Malcolm naturally has his own baggage, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

"Mr. Malcolm, the old lord doesn't have any opinions, you won't dare, right?"

Gary Neville provoked, "Whichever of us guesses the farthest away, he will shave his head." ”

"Dare......"

"But not all season, we're betting on the whole of August," Malcolm said. ”

"Manchester United have five games, one Community Shield, one UEFA Super Cup, three Premier League games."

"Okay." Gary Neville laughed: "I chose to believe him, so my bet is ten goals." ”

"What does ten balls mean?"

The old gentleman laughed and joked on the side: "Since you want to play, then you have to bet on an exciting one, I will bet thirteen balls." ”

Seeing that the two of them had super high stakes, Malcolm was stunned at first, and then a little excited.

"Old man, you are sure to lose, I'll bet eight balls, anyway, it can't be further than you guessed."

"Okay, that's a deal."

A bet between three people was made in this sloppy environment.

A month later, who the hell is sitting here bareheaded.

See.

…………

on the pitch.

The game has restarted.

Tottenham, who had conceded the goal, were awakened to some fighting spirit, and they were shaking with Manchester United on the pitch with their physical strength.

This situation is very common on the football field and is often referred to as the battle of the trapped beasts.

The side that conceded the goal often launched a swift comeback in the minutes after conceding the goal.

When that momentum is over, they'll be back to the way they were playing before.

Tottenham were no surprise as they fell back into defence after an unprecedented two-legged anti-aircraft gun from outside the box.

And fell into a situation that was more passive, for example, for a while.

With the gradual decline of physical strength, by the time the game passed thirty-five minutes, Tottenham's goal was already in front of the wind.

Countless shots of the slightest missed shot from the feet of the entire United squad.

Even Casemiro, Vertonghen have a kick.

Holding on to the goal of not allowing the opposition to score again before the first half looked a little far away......

"Boom."

On the sidelines, Conte's face became even more ugly, he crossed his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boss, do you want to change people? Or will it be set up at half-time? ”

The assistant coach next to him looked like a newcomer, and said a little radically at the moment: "These players now look relatively sluggish and in poor condition." ”

"If a large number of substitutions can be solved, I think we should go crazy for once."

"After all, this is a championship battle, you can't go through it so calmly and then lose, right?"

His words seemed to ignite Conte's anger, and Conte turned his head, waved his hand and said loudly: "Collinzer, if your role is to be a fitness coach, then you don't want to control the matter of Tottenham's formation!" ”

"You're just a PhD in sports rehabilitation and have only coached in the youth team! You can't feel how much pressure our players are being on the pitch right now! ”

"Mass substitutions?"

"Last season against Manchester United's big substitutions, almost all of them conceded four goals!"

“……”

Truth be told, even though the game hasn't been long now, Conte doesn't have much hope for a win or defeat in this game.

He didn't believe what the bullshit media said before the game.

Knowing the quality of Manchester United and the quality of their new signings, he knows very well what kind of team he is about to face.

This is a team that will be a big headache for all British professional teams!

Even if they rotate a little bit in certain positions, they're still top-notch!

The assistant coach was scolded a few times, and returned to the coach's seat with the same embarrassed face.

Conte, on the other hand, was breathing a little sharply in place, adjusting his emotions.

On the ever-changing pitch, Manchester United's new attack was launched again.

Full-back Vertonghen smashed the ball directly over Lu Chenfeng's head with his trademark precise long ball.

The latter took advantage of the height of his header and easily played the ball to Modric.

Modric did not stop the ball after receiving the ball, and faced the force of the football flying, directly sideways, and swept out with a volley pass with the outside instep.

The ball was in a precise line and soon found itself on Rashford's path.

"Nice fit!"

"It's perfect to be able to score!"

"The strength of the new signings can be seen today, and it deserves to be called a ceremonial midfielder!"

"Who else can beat this Manchester United!"

"Pass the ball, Marcus Rashford! After the point Ibu is empty! ”

“……”

With the fans on the sidelines cheering excitedly, Rashford took a look at the situation in the middle of the box and then crossed widely.

The ball was so fast that the Tottenham players at the front post simply didn't have time to block it.

Alderweireld, who was responsible for marking Ibrahimovic at the back post, could not squeeze Ibrahimovic at all.

"Bang!!"

A crisp shot rang out and Ibrahimovic easily slotted the ball into the far corner.

Faced with such a close shot, Lloris simply couldn't react.

“Yeahhhh……！！！”

For the second time, the United fans in the audience fell into a frenzy of revelry, and they frantically sat up from their seats and began to celebrate the championship in advance.

The Tottenham fans not far away were silent, and their faces suddenly lost all their look.

In fact, the situation of the team on the pitch is very clear to Tottenham fans.

But with a one-goal gap, there are still many uncertainties for them to recover.

Two Ball ...... It's a little more difficult.

It seems that today's Community Shield, this golden disc trophy, is almost impossible to match them.

"When I watched last season, I didn't see how ineffective the team was defensively.

'What's the solution, Manchester United are too strong, I feel like the Premier League title we're expecting is getting farther and farther away from us.'

'Is Levy unwilling to spend money on investment, or is there something wrong with Conte's quality of coaching?'

"In my opinion, two poor sour ghosts, one should sell the club and sell it to rich and powerful people, and the other should quickly pack up his things and go back to his Serie A."

"Rubbish! It was a humiliating goal, they were almost always a touch pass and they were able to break down our defence. ”

“……”

While Lloris was complaining about the defense, Ibrahimovic had already rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

Lu Chenfeng rushed towards Ibrahimovic with Marcus Rashford, Luka Modric and even Vertonghen who was still at the back.

Last season, it was necessary to rely on Lu Chenfeng to break the situation, and this season has finally changed.

With the improvement of the overall strength, Ibrahimovic finally has his own usefulness.

It's a goal that comes from chance after chance!

Stay in this kind of team, as long as you're a good striker, you definitely have a chance to score goals!

The five heroes who had just scored the goal hugged each other and celebrated wildly towards the crowd seats.

These five are high and low, but the Manchester United tigers, all wearing red jerseys, may also be announcing something to the Premier League in the new season!

The time of true domination has officially arrived!

The media reporters who followed the sidelines quickly took photos of several people, and after finding a few good moments, many reporters were also smiling.

The photos of these five people will be the headlines on the front page of this evening's report.

After the celebrations, the first half of the game was quickly over.

Both sides did not score a third goal and both returned to the dressing room to rest.

United's dressing room was naturally full of celebration, with all the new signings and veterans celebrating the arrival of the first title of the new season.

But when you look into the Tottenham dressing room, it's terrifying, like you're stuck in an ice cave.

The players were either picking at their shin guards, wiping their sweat with towels, or touching their shoes, all confused.

No one spoke, and no one made any loud noise.

In this atmosphere, if you sneeze, you may not be able to bear the embarrassment of everyone looking up at you in unison.

Conte walked in at some point, holding his arms and touching his nose with one hand.

He is also a little shameless to face these players, as the core of the club, he has no good way at the moment.

"In the second half, it was a counterattack."

It took a long time for Conte to speak: "Defend well in normal times, don't leave too many people in front." ”

"As soon as we got the ball, Aurier, Ali, Son, Harry Kane, Lo Celso, immediately formed a five-man attacking group and entered the front court at all costs."

"Then there's the speed, the speed of everything in your counterattack is too slow, and you can't break through the opponent's defense at all."

"Speed up, speed up, speed up again!"

"Use the nimble runs to switch forwards and the speed to find opportunities."

"That's all."

Conte left the dressing room and went outside to calm down.

He likes to be angry, and today he is unusually calm and distracted, and he can't lift a little emotion.

When he was gone, the locker room fell silent again, and no one wanted to speak, and I didn't know if they had listened to those words.

That's it.

Fifteen minutes later, players from both sides returned to the pitch for the start of the second half.

The first 10 minutes of the game were uneventful, with United attacking in an orderly manner, constantly playing brilliant combinations in front of Tottenham's position to complete the shots.

But in the end it seemed to be a little bit worse than a goal.

Until the sixty-first minute of the game.

After a somewhat happy wave, a prompt sound appeared in Lu Chenfeng's mind.

[Detected a valid shot from the host!] Causality progresses 5\5! 】

[Congratulations to the host for getting a causal shot!] 】

After hearing this voice, Lu Chenfeng felt a little hesitant in his heart.

In the next game against Real Madrid, he somewhat wanted to save the ball and give Real Madrid a cold blow in the next game.

But in this situation, he really can't find a good chance to shoot on goal, and it is impossible to sleepwalk through these 30 minutes of game.

It's better to fight first.

Saving it in the game time after that?

Shoot as many shots as you can, save enough kicks, and go straight to Real Madrid!

As soon as he said it, Lu Chenfeng quickly began to look for an opportunity.

Sixty-fourth minute.

It was Modric again, who held the ball in the middle, he advanced at high speed with the ball, and passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng who received it with one kick.

"Pass!"

Then, he stepped forward at high speed and shouted, signaling Lu Chenfeng to make the ball for him, and he came to shoot a long shot.

He still has a lot of training for long-range shots at this distance.

The shooting percentage on goal is not low.

If Lori's view is blocked, or if something goes wrong.

That goal seemed like a no-brainer.

But to Modric's disappointment, Lu Chenfeng ignored him after receiving the ball and turned directly to face the goal.

"Ah......h

Modric shouted in disappointment, then stopped running and prepared to return to the defense.

Of course, his eyes were still fixed on Lu Chenfeng.

I saw that Lu Chenfeng didn't glance at the direction of the goal, everything was like instinct, and he fired directly on the spot!

"Bang !!"

After the thunder that resounded through the Emirates Stadium, an arc trail with an afterimage slid towards the goal!

Standing in front of the goal line, Lloris took a few small steps before stretching towards the ball.

Unfortunately, not only is the ball too fast, but the flight angle is also a little erratic.

Lowry's outstretched left hand was still about half a meter away from the angle at which the ball smashed into the net.

"Huh!!"

The crisp sound of wiping the net sounded, and Lu Chenfeng had already started his early celebration again, running to the sidelines and raising his hands.

"......"

Modric couldn't help but shout out a sentence of Chinese that Lu Chenfeng had taught him before, and I don't know why, in this case of brain unresponsiveness, this game of Chinese would first burst out in his mind.

Maybe this sentence is too useful?

Modric didn't know, he only knew that his ears were about to go deaf.

“Yeahhhhhhh……！！”

The shouts of the fans at the scene sounded, and most of the players of Manchester United rushed to Lu Chenfeng excitedly.

Three to zero!

Lu Chenfeng scored twice!

"The signature long-range shot has told fans all over the world that this season's Lu Chenfeng is still the same as last season's Shenfeng!"

"Two braces, 3-0 to seal the win!"

"Real Madrid players, next game, are you scared?"

He Wei's excited voice sounded, and he directly snatched Zhan Jun's life and took the lead in shouting.

It's really exciting.

For people who love football and work with football, they can't explain football for nearly three months, and they have long been suffocated.

Zhan Jun didn't have any opinion next to him, and he was also having fun with his big teeth at the moment.

After being happy for a while, he suddenly remembered something.

Manchester United's opening match of the new Premier League season is against Liverpool, his home team.

With Manchester United's state, if they win Real Madrid in the next game.

Taking advantage of the victory, will it be a tragic blow to Liverpool in the Premier League opener?

Five to zero? Six to zero? Seven to zero?

Thinking of this, he had mixed feelings.

…………

PS: There will be a chapter of about 5,000 words later

(End of chapter)