Vol 7 Chapter 288: Call for heroes

There is no way for Zhou Tiancheng now. Fortunately, the initiative is still in the hands of Manchester United. All he can do is to guarantee the ball rights and at the same time deliver firepower to his teammates as much as possible. As for whether he can score... even if he comes by himself, there is no guarantee.
Faced with a set of completely online back lines, there is also a goalkeeper who is always on the hook, and he is the one who is most familiar with his own routines. Even if the atmosphere on the scene has been completely up, almost all the fans stand up and sing belonging to Manchester United The singing of the song completely suppressed the big Paris fans who occupied the small half of the stands. Zhou Tiancheng could not guarantee what he could do, only to accelerate the offensive rhythm as much as possible.
He tried to drive the ball over Mota, which is not difficult for him, but the problem is that after Zhou Tiancheng passed the ball, the right-back Orrie on the other side rushed up.
Zhou Tiancheng's achievement is such a treatment, but the referee Kaushao was not soft at all, and directly gave a yellow card, but it was useless. Orye just grinned, he knew what he got in exchange for this action, and he made a lot of money compared to the price he paid.
This is the situation, no matter what Mourinho thinks, the situation does not wait for others. The only thing Manchester United can do now is that Zhou Tiancheng is on the court and he can also take the initiative in the midfield.
Blanco's hands have been doing scissors on the sidelines, suggesting that Mota can be a little more ruthless. This scene was caught by the sidelines. Because Blanco has reached the sidelines, the shots have been turned over. Then it is natural to conceal the eyes of the audience.
Old Trafford fans responded to him in the most "warm" way.
"FUCKOFF!"
"FUCKOFF!"
"FUCKOFF!"
The audience shouted loudly, let Big Paris get out.
When the fourth official approached Blanco, the decibel of this voice reached its peak.
"Hey, what were you doing just now?"
Faced with a cold-faced inquiry from the fourth official, Blanco shrugged: "Oh, I'll let my players step up the offense, why? Can't it, sir? Can't you beat them at Old Trafford? ?"
"Then, Mr. Blanco, please explain, what does that mean? This is not instructing your player to break the opponent's leg?" The fourth official directly learned Blanco's gestures, and the index finger and were doing scissors shape.
Blanco touched his head and didn't expect to be found... but the next second he immediately turned his face and spread his hands and said: "How is it possible? Sir, I protest! Our big Paris kick is the most passionate and the most passionate Civilized, the most beautiful football! I protest! We can’t compare our playing with those dirty English crowns, the English Premier League or other infamous English teams just because we are in England!"
Blanco is really a acting school. At this moment, he seems to be really wronged. The performance at this moment is full of passionate and arrogant French atmosphere...
The fourth official stared at him and reminded him when he turned and walked over: "This is the Champions League, you must ensure the smoothness of the game, so pay attention to your behavior, otherwise I will perform my duties."
Being warned by the fourth official, Blanco just smiled and raised his hand to nod.
Tiago Mota's actions did not converge at all, and even Marginhos came up, and they were really unambiguous for Zhou Tiancheng's strangulation.
However, Manchester United has not fallen on the scene at least, all this is Zhou Tiancheng's credit, in the Bundesliga he has been completely used to this kind of kick. Without delaying Manchester United's attack, it can still be pushed up from the wing.
"Aha! God, Zhou Tiancheng made a direct pass to penetrate the back line. Even if Mota has been pulling behind, he has lost his center of gravity and can still send the ball to this line accurately! Come on! , Depe!"
Germany wore the ball and strove hard against Aurier, and did not fall down in speed. He broke through to the penalty area, kicked the shot angle, and calmly pushed the far end in front of Ming Tao.
"De Pei, push!!!!"
In all commentary, this is almost a shot without solution-any goal is also a human, it is impossible to cover the goal of 7 meters long and 2 meters wide.
Standing at the near corner and being pushed by the opponent to the far end, even if Ming Tao is replaced by the pinnacle of St. Cassie, he must kneel!
The truth is this, Old Trafford fans jumped at this moment, but Ming Tao chose to attack next.
At the moment when De Pei touched the ball, the whole person quickly slipped to the opponent's foot and caught the ball directly in his arms.
This time the price is heavy. Although De Pei reacted, he could no longer hold his foot, and the force of a shot kicked firmly on Ming Tao's stomach.
Ming Tao shrunk into a ball and was kicked really seriously. Zhou Tiancheng quickly gathered around to care. Through the big Paris team doctor lifting his jersey, he could clearly see a large bruise on his stomach.
"Oh, Xiao Tao, sympathize with you... You don't know to hide, you almost got ripped."
Ming Tao grinned: "Just like that, it's almost like that, Turtle Son is ruthless enough."
This one is not bad, but Ming Tao once again added points to the interpretation of the Greater Paris.
"Oh! Ming! Or him~EbookFREE.me~ Stand up again! Our hero, the patron saint of Paris! He cannot be defeated!"
Zhou Tiancheng saw that his brother was fine, turned around and began to explain to Depe: "Little grizzly, so hope to be a hero? Can you take a look at the top of the penalty area? As a wing player, shouldn't you listen to the six-way eyes? View all directions?"
De Pei smiled: "I know, Zhou, I just tried it. The next chance must be yours."
De Pei said that he did it, only when Zhou Tiancheng got up outside the penalty area, this time it was almost a bit, the ball had just detached from his foot, and Ming Tao had already flown, according to Zhou Tiancheng's slightly to the left Habit, he concluded that this must be an involuntary shot that wiped the left post.
Of course, it's just unsolvable for others.
The entire Old Trafford fell into a moment of consternation and confusion. The fans were reluctant to believe that even Zhou Tiancheng's shot was useless?
In the confusion of the audience, a small number of Manchester United fans are not lucky, at least they can get a trace of strength from Yang Cheng's explanation in Sky Sports.
"Zhou Tiancheng missed a chance, OK, OK, this is not a problem. Ming Tao may not be the most powerful goalkeeper in the world, but he must know him best, scoring is not so easy, in Casillas In the era, did Cristiano Ronaldo score when he faced Spain? This is the reason, only need to wait, need to wait, Zhou Tiancheng at Prince Park Stadium is not the same twice, he will become a hero, surely! Who else can do it except him at this time?"
Only Yang Cheng is unconditionally confident in him, but Manchester United fans are waiting, they are madly calling for their own heroes!
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