Chapter 303: You Don't Dare to Shoot?

When Rooney came off, Ferguson walked far away and didn't want to get close to Rooney at all.

Rooney finally realized what he had done wrong and walked straight into the tunnel with his head down, definitely struggling right now.

"Rooney, you really want to make your teammates miserable this time, and you thought you would help the team, but you ended up sending your teammates to death......"

Huang Jianxiang unceremoniously criticized Wayne Rooney and stepped on other England players in the way.

"The talented players in England over the years, except for Owen, other talents have been a little drawn!"

"Gascoigne, Fowler and Rooney are like that, they always do stupid things when people need them to step up and turn the tide. If this game is lost, Rooney will definitely be sprayed to death by Manchester United fans when he returns home. ”

"If Wayne Rooney calms down now, he should know that if United lose this game, they will probably lose the Champions League future. Although it was only the first game, none of the Champions League games in the following games of Manchester United were easy to play. I remember Wayne Rooney's first Champions League debut last year, when he scored a hat-trick and a year later he was sent off with a red card to give United a defeat. ”

"Is it true that when a player becomes a star, it becomes like this?"

Although Dong Fangzhuo was very angry, but after thinking about it, Rooney's behavior was also expected, if he didn't do something stupid, he wouldn't be Rooney......

Now, on your own, alas.

Dong Fangzhuo glanced at his teammates on the field, but in fact, even he didn't know how to play.

Football is an 11-man sport and if they continue to play according to the pattern they have just played, United will have a good chance of equalising, but now, Wayne Rooney has ruined the situation with his own hands.

Now he was the only one staring in front of him, alone.

Manchester United want to equalise? You have to look at the face of the submarine!

The submarine is now fighting one more person, they are stupid to shrink back, they did it just now when the number was equal, and now they are pressed out. The offense is also starting to pick up again.

In the 77th minute, Senna made a low cross from the right, and Sorin's left-footed shot from 11 meters from the goal was too right, but the angle was too straight to give it back to Fadessa.

In the 83rd minute, Roger Garcia's left-footed volley from 30 meters out in front of goal went wide of the left post.

In the 89th minute, the submarine played a free kick to cooperate, Sorin passed the ball to Senna, Senna volleyed with his right foot 20 meters in front of the goal, and the ball was hit by Ferdinand and popped up!

There was a lot of noise in front of Manchester United's goal, and it was the submarine players who did not use their full strength, and if they pounced on Manchester United's penalty area with all their might, Manchester United could fall apart.

"Fack, there's no hope." The United fans in the stands were frustrated, with less than five minutes left in the game, and the Reds were being pressed and beaten by their opponents, and there was no hope at all. They held their chins weakly, their eyes full of disappointment.

After all, Manchester United rarely have the opportunity to attack, and can only be beaten passively at the back.

The fourth official held up a sign on the sidelines signaling three minutes of stoppage time. Time is running out for Manchester United. At this time, the ball was still basically controlled at the feet of the submarine, and their players suppressed Manchester United in the half, and even Dong Fangzhuo could only return to the center circle.

Manchester United's big penalty area continues to be miserable. At the critical moment, Park Ji-sung tackled on the line of the big penalty area and got up again.

"Fight back!"

"Pass the ball to Dong!"

Manchester United fans in the stands see hope.

However, Park Ji-sung did not pass the ball to Dong Fangzhuo, but to Scholes.

Scholes handed the ball to Smith on the left.

"Run!" Ferguson's eyes lit up off the pitch, urging them like ducks.

Park Ji-sung swished and rushed to the position parallel to Dong Fangzhuo, and wanted to continue to plug in to the right!

He still has a lot of stamina and can run very well.

Dong Fangzhuo quickly shifted away and pulled to the left to pick up Smith.

But Smith still didn't pass the ball, and when he saw Dong Fangzhuo pulling to the left, he immediately smashed the ball and changed to the middle. The speed was like the wind, and it quickly killed the half of the submarine and advanced in front of the big penalty area.

But the speed of the submarine players was too fast, and seeing that Senna was about to rush to his side, he finally stuffed the ball straight to Dong Fangzhuo.

Dong Fangzhuo did not stop the ball, but ran forward along the ball and pulled Alvarez away. Park Ji-sung almost kept in line with Dong Fangzhuo on the right side and never fell behind. At this time, what Park Ji-sung could do was to help Dong Fangzhuo open up the defense and drag another central defender.

When he rushed to the big penalty area for more than ten meters, Dong Fangzhuo gritted his teeth, held his breath and accelerated again, and the person and the ball accelerated at the same time and rushed to the corner of the big penalty area.

It's not easy to shoot at this angle, but Dong Fangzhuo was surprised to find that Park Ji-sung's speed was not slow at all, he was still parallel at the other end, and the opponent's central defender was behind him!

Whoosh –

Dong Fangzhuo resolutely rubbed out a boccia ball with an obvious swirling arc with his left foot! At this time, Park Ji-sung ran out of a better position than him, and he had to pass the ball over, even if Park Ji-sung's shooting skills were really bad!

The ball made a graceful arc and came to Park Ji-sung accurately.

At that moment, Park Ji-sung's eyes were a little stunned, as if he didn't believe that Dong Fangzhuo would really pass the ball to him.

Smecta!

He roared in his heart, and when he met the ball, he suddenly snapped it!

Gonzalo, the submarine defender behind him, rushed behind him......

He didn't shoot straight at goal!

I grass! Dong Fangzhuo didn't want to change direction, went to the middle, and was about to grab a point, but Park Ji-sung didn't shoot, but passed the ball to him again!

Near the penalty spot, Dong Fangzhuo slammed his right foot, and the ball exploded into the goal like a cannonball.

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is in!"

"Dong Fangzhuo!"

"Dong Fangzhuo equalized!"

Fack, fack, fack!

Ferguson grew his mouth on the sidelines and rushed towards Queiroz.

This is so scary Park Ji-sung......

When everyone's eyes were focused on his feet, thinking that he would make a shot, this thing actually lost his courage and chose to smash the ball back to Dong Fangzhuo, and let Dong Fangzhuo hit the goal.

It's so amateurish! Ferguson was angry and laughing, completely speechless at Park Ji-sung......

Dong Fangzhuo rushed to the nearest camera lens and lifted his jersey.

"Come on, my good brother, Cristiano Ronaldo."

On the white underwear on his chest, two lines of words were written on it.

He showed his encouragement to Ronaldo by celebrating his goal......

The reason why the first goal didn't do that was because the team was behind, and this goal was different, it was a perfect equalizer!

"Smecta,"

"Smecta,"

"Smecta!"

"Park Ji-sung, you damn bastard!"

"You don't dare to shoot!"

"When will you score your first goal for Manchester United?"

"Why do you want to fulfill that Chinese boy!"

In front of the TV, South Korean fans seemed to twist Park Ji-sung's ears and asked......