Chapter 629: Same **** repel

After this goal, Sun Wu did not run to the Stretford Grandstand as before, but ran to the North Grandstand.
The camera found Sir Alex Ferguson standing in the stands and applauding.
"One pass, three passes, Thomas Mueller opened the record, from the goalkeeper to the midfielder, then from the midfielder to the defender, and finally Evra assisted the striker to break the goal, the classic blitz..." Zhan Jun said with a smile: " We saw Sir Ferguson coming to the scene, and he was sitting in the Sir Ferguson Stand."
The big screen is constantly replaying Sun Wu's wonderful foot-pulling ball movement. In the face of De Gea's long pass of more than 50 meters, Sun Wu even stopped in one breath, and Mascherano gritted his teeth and resignedly resigned in slow motion. At a glance.
After raising his hand to pay tribute to the fans, Sun Wu turned to clap his hands and shouted loudly, "Now, we want to defend!"
After glancing at Pique's eerie look, Sun Wu shrugged innocently, "Gerard, this time it's really defensive."
The goal was conceded in less than ten minutes, which was a big blow for Barcelona. Xavi and Iniesta used diligent running and accurate and fast pass to make Barcelona run more smoothly.
Messi retreated and received the ball more frequently. Neymar and Sanchez on both sides frequently made breakthroughs in the ribs. Alves and Alaba on the wings made a large assist to increase the pressure on Manchester United's rear line.
Among them, the best performer is Neymar.
In the 12th minute, Neymar played Thomas Muller with fake moves on the wing, and Necé highlighted the defense from Valencia and Giggs's defense, facing Alder Vereld's defense and bringing the ball all the way. Entering the penalty area, the final shot from a small angle hits the side net.
In the next ten minutes, the commentator kept mentioning Neymar.
"It's Neymar again, oh oh... it's another fake, shot... De Gea made a key save!"
"Neymar is back, Messi... Neymar... Iniesta heel... Neymar shoots!"
Barcelona's extremely oppressive offense made it difficult for Manchester United to play in the backcourt. Both Griezmann and Sun Wu had to come back to assist in defense. The counterattack is beyond talk.
In the 23rd minute, after receiving Harvey's score, Neymar stopped the ball at his feet and habitually lifted his right foot in the air to make a few sway motions. Valencia did not dare to grab.
But the less dare to grab the game, the more arrogant Neymar, after making a return pass to Harvey, he cleverly scored the ball, passed the ball through the crotch of Thomas Muller, and accelerated again. Break through Valencia!
"Neymar breaks through and is fast moving into the penalty area..."
"Di!"
A screaming scream suddenly sounded, and Neymar fell with his calf in the penalty area, tossing and turning for six consecutive times...
"Penalty!"
"Referee, is this not a penalty!"
Sun Wu slowly climbed up from the lawn and stared at Neymar who was still performing. This guy had a strong desire to perform, but obviously lacked acting skills. This is a star rather than an actor.
To put it simply, it's too heartless!
"Let's look at the replay... Neymar broke through continuously. Sun Wu made a defense and overturned Neymar. It was indeed a foul." Zhan Jun looked carefully at the screen. "But it should not be a penalty."
"On the line of the big restricted area." Zhang Lu agreed to nod. "But it depends on how the referee judges."
After the referee pressed the call button and asked the referee and the fourth official, he whistled and pointed to the position of the penalty area line, indicating that it was a free kick.
Sun Wu sighed, looked down and immersed in Neymar, who thought he was a superb performer, and suddenly shouted at Valencia: "Anthony, get a bit harder!"
"Look at this a little bit!"
"Aim at his ankle!"
Peek, who had run over, glared at Sun Wu, reached out and pushed away his friend, and turned his head to find the referee to complain.
"Best, be quiet!" The referee was a little bit big. "I don't think you want to go back to the locker room in the first half."
"I didn't encourage my teammates to foul." Sun Wu pretended to be wronged and whispered to Pique: "Just against shit."
"Referee, listen to what he is saying! This is an extremely bad attack!"
Sun Wu pointed his hand to cover his mouth and backed away. Seeing that the referee didn't notice himself, he turned his head and greeted Nemar, who had just got up, with a grin.
Uh, no way, the same repels, Sun Wu particularly dislikes Neymar!
Next, Thomas Mueller, Giggs and Valencia each gave Neymar a fierce foul. Among them, only Giggs received a yellow card, which encouraged the Manchester United defensive player and Neymar started to move. .
In the 36th minute, Neymar broke through again on the left, Valencia stretched his legs, and the Brazilian jumped from Valencia with his calf in his arms, rolled over... rolled over eight times!
Barcelona players swarmed to surround the referee.
"Diving is definitely diving!" Sun Wu, the grandson of the crowd, shouted loudly. "Anthony didn't touch him at all!"
Sun Wu is really annoying this guy. Tete can't fall, let alone Valencia's blocking action is not big, even if it is big, it will not make Neymar feel like an electric shock!
"Best, have you brought your telescope on the field!?" Rakitic stopped in front of Sun Wu.
After finishing this sentence, Rakitic and Sun Wu both felt a little weird... This sentence sounds familiar, uh, yes, this is the mutual scolding of Sun Wu and Pique in the Champions League final two years ago.
The field was very lively, Barcelona players surrounded the referee to request a card, Manchester United players squeezed in to complain about Neymar’s fall, and Mota, who had a hatred of Barcelona, ​​had trouble with Neymar. Alba and Alves will The tower was pushed away, and the two sides had begun to shuffle.
The scene was also very lively, Pochettino and Martino surrounded the fourth official.
The fourth official stood upright, looking straight ahead, expressionless, only reaching out from time to time to wipe his cheeks... well, both sides needed to be wiped.
Alves, who hates Sun Wu most in Barcelona, ​​couldn't help it~EbookFREE.me~ pushed Sun Wu...
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
Sun Wu stepped back two steps, one stumbled, and then rolled one by one...
5 consecutive rolls...to the referee!
The players on both sides were dumbfounded and retreated one after another...Let Sun Wu roll all the way to the head of the referee.
Before the referee responded, Sun Wu jumped up with his hands on the lawn.
"See? He just fell like that!" Sun Wu pointed to Neymar who had just climbed up to prepare a personal complaint.
"Exaggerated and infectious performances are completely insulting the eyes of the referees!"
"It hurts so much...I want my mother, where is my mother? Oh, in Sao Paulo, Brazil!"
After three seconds of silence, the volcano erupted. The Barcelona player was really angry this time. Harvey stared at Niu Dan's eyes and grabbed Sun Wu's collar. Even Messi squeezed into the crowd to find Sun Wu. Trouble, Neymar shook off the rather calm Rakitic and rushed over to hit Sun Wu.
After the performance, Sun Wu praised it in his heart, without hesitation turned around and hid behind the referee.
Martino on the sidelines was extremely angry, and Pochettino seemed a little overwhelmed... They all said that Best was particularly troublesome. It was just a rumor before, this time it was a hit!
Looking at this unusually familiar scene, Zhan Jun coughed twice and reluctantly said something: "Sun Wu is a person with a very high EQ. He is not only a player, but also an assistant coach..."
Zhang Lu turned his head to stare at his partner, and a face of embarrassment seemed to be asking...what are you talking about?
Zhan Junqiang continued to say: "Psychological tactics, psychological warfare... This is the category of coach responsibility, right..."
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