Chapter 641: Visit Nou Camp

The flashes below flashed together, and the reporters' arms stretched out like forests, but Sun Wu on the stage ignored them and only stared up at the ceiling, his eyes blank.
The news officer on the side was speechless and could only take the microphone and order a reporter.
"Best, Arsenal head coach Wenger rebuked the foul foul of the Manchester United player more than a month ago, saying this behavior is anti-football, so will Manchester United also play this anti-football tactic in this game?"
Wenger, who has never played with guns for so many years, has never won. Sun Wu sneered. "I have read that report. If Manchester United is not anti-football, then Arsenal can win... that is how it was written. Right?
In fact, I understand Mr. Wenger very much. After a tragic failure, finding the place where the other party is unreasonable and suspected of violating the rules is more acceptable to me than realizing my weakness. "
The following reporters became commotion, and Martino on the side glanced over his head, sitting next to this fellow... Uh, half a fellow, it was really big mouth!
These words let Wenger know that he must have vomited blood... A reporter who was clearly from the British media stood up and asked loudly, "So Best, what do you think of Wenger's criticism that you have no competitive spirit?"
Of course Sun Wu knew what Wenger meant... that was after the game, he and Pochettino were inattentively heard by Wenger.
Paralyzed, this guy is going to pick things up, and want to make Lao Tzu and Wenger hate each other...well, they already have hatred!
"Cough cough." Sun Wu coughed twice, and immediately calmed down. The reporters stared back at Sun Wu with their faces looking forward.
Sun Wu's eyes slowly swept from left to right, and then seriously said: "Today is the Champions League match between Manchester United and Barcelona. Please change the time for other topics."
I bother!
Many reporters scolded in their hearts, just now you ridiculed Wenger why not say this!
The following reporter was blocked for a while. Sun Wu saw the needle and looked at the press officer, "It can be over. UEFA stipulates that the press conference is at least 15 minutes, and it is now the 16th minute!"
The press officer saw Martino's opinion and shrugged to announce the end of the press conference.
Watching Sun Wu stepping away from the side, Martino's face was gloomy... No mistake, although he was the coach of Barcelona, ​​he was completely accompanied by this press conference, regardless of fame, news popularity, eloquence... …There is nothing like Sun Wushu!
Sun Wu didn't go to warm up, he didn't need to play today, not to mention that if he went, he would definitely be picked up by Picker.
Sun Wu did not go to the stands to discuss possible substitutions and tactical adjustments with Pochettino. He was confident enough about his tactical command capabilities.
He sat directly on the visiting team coach seat, this will be his first time sitting here as the head coach!
This is also his first visit to Camp Nou. Sun Wu did not want to leave here with a failure.
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Sina Live Room.
"This highly anticipated heavyweight game is about to kick off soon!" Zhan Jun said, laughing suddenly. "The news that was updated on the Manchester United official website yesterday surprised countless people. Today, Manchester United's temporary head coach is Sun Wu. , It seems Pochettino trusts him very much."
Sun Wu was very wronged. That fellow didn't trust me, but wanted Lao Tzu to bear the blame!
"In terms of ability, Sun Wu is no problem. In terms of seniority, Sun Wu also overwhelmed assistant coaches such as Mike Ferran and Miguel." Zhang Lu is still adding fuel to the vinegar. "Sun Wu once led Schalke 04 consecutively. Beat Bayern Munich, Real Madrid and AC Milan..."
Don't make trouble, none of those assistant coaches are good birds!
"This is also Sun Wu's first time standing on the sidelines as the head coach." Zhan Jun introduced in detail: "Before serving as a temporary head coach at Schalke 04, Sun Wu started and played the whole game."
"A heavyweight game, but the focus is on Sun Wu..." Zhang Lu couldn't help laughing. "Since the live broadcast, Sun Wu's close-up has appeared 5 times."
After shaking hands with Martino, Sun Wu walked back to the coach seat and sat down and muttered: "Miki, see?"
"what did you see?"
"The Barcelona players are all fierce!"
"Then you have to do something. Know that you are the head coach. You didn't say a word in the dressing room just now!"
Sun Wu closed his mouth and vomited in his heart... If Pochettino was there, I would like to say a few more words. Pochettino was not there. I really can't say much. Anyway, the deployment before the game was done.
Barcelona has obviously made a lot of preparations for this game, and the players are in much better shape than the previous round. Without Mota and Sun Wu, it is basically difficult to pour the ball out of Manchester United in the backcourt, Griezmann Mascherano, who had touched the ball several times in the frontcourt, was successfully intercepted.
"Without Sun Wu, Manchester United is greatly discounted on offense." Zhan Jun shook his head and said: "Man United's pressure on Barcelona on the offense is too small to be ignored, so go on..."
The voice didn't fall, Neymar swayed Cleverly with a graceful heel ball.
"Oh, the magical Neymar...Iniesta, a beautiful breakthrough!"
Neymar attracted Coleman and Valencia and sent a cross. Iniesta passed the defense of Pogba through a deep fried ball.
Straight Sun Wuyi grinned and lay his back down on the chair... shameful, not shameful, but so shameful!
The next step was simple. Iniesta faced Ferdinand's defense, and a shot from the outside of his right foot sent the inverted triangle back.
Messi easily kicked the ball with a penalty kick.
1 to 0.
Watching Pike and Busquets rush to the front to celebrate, Sun Wu simply stared at the sky...
"Best, don't you do anything?" was a little nervous and lost the ball before ten minutes.
"What are you doing?" Sun Wu asked.
"You are the head coach!"
"Well, I am the head coach, I make a decision." Sun Wu shrugged, "but the assistant coach needs advice...you say, how can I win?"
Several guys around were silent~EbookFREE.me~ Barcelona's offensive wave after wave, they want to completely defeat Manchester United in the first half, Pogba also hopes to steal Mota's main force through this game As for the position, the ball was repeatedly intercepted in the midfield position.
Messi and Iniesta have given Neymar at least three consecutive opportunities to break the goal, but the Brazilian has always missed the ball or sent it directly to De Gea's arms... Neymar, who has just landed in Europe, is in the shot. It's really not good enough.
But Manchester United lost the ball again.
In the 35th minute, Manchester United finally got a chance to counterattack after making a pass from Alves. Pogba led the ball forward, but Luke Shaw had already run out of the gap, but Pogba just didn't pass... …He even made a fake pass to Luke Shaw and dunked the ball back.
"Manchester United counterattack... Pogba lost the ball!"
Harvey and Busquets easily broke the ball, Messi took the ball all the way and swiftly passed Clevely and Phil Jones, and slightly swayed his legs outside the big penalty area to cheat Ferdinand and Aldway continuously. Raeld.
"Messi Messi Messi..." the Spanish commentator shouted wildly.
Sun Wu, who was still sitting there, twitched his lips, watching the friend pass Manchester United's back line cleanly and thoroughly, and then sent the ball from De Gea's crotch to the goal.
The Camp Nou stadium shouted with joy, and the shouts of the home fans made Sun Wu unable to hear Miguel around him.
Although he didn't hear it, Sun Wu knew what Miguel wanted to say.
Sun Wu stepped down from the coach seat for the first time and beckoned Coleman who was closest to this side.
"Tell them, keep until halftime, don't drop the ball."
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