Chapter Seventy-Four: Football is Life

Rooney was so fast that all he could see was the ball that was flying, and he was going to grab it anyway.

So far, he has not felt tired, but he is very frustrated because of the repeated missed opportunities, and now he is quite eager to score a goal.

This is quite a good opportunity!

However, you have to touch the ball before the two central defenders of the opposition can smash it!

He could feel the two centre-backs approaching him quickly, and soon, he was going to be a sandwich!

No, you can't let them do that!

Please! Dong Fangzhuo fell heavily on the turf, watched Rooney leap forward, and the whole person swooped into the big forbidden area.

When he got up,

Rooney's head is right on the ball! Snowflakes are flying.

Wayne Rooney jumped to the top before the two centre-backs could flank him.

But Dong Fangzhuo's sideways volley was not very fast, and the natural speed of the ball he rushed to the top was not very fast.

But the angle is quite tricky, heading for the top right corner of the goal.

This ball has a play!

Dong Fangzhuo got up and quickly rushed towards the direction of the ball's flight, he didn't stop, because there will always be accidents, and he will always have a spirit of picking up dead chickens.

But

When he rushed into the big forbidden area, he stopped in amazement and stopped.

Nima!

The goalkeeper was so perverted that he pressed the ball to the turf with both hands.

The ball didn't go in again!

At that moment, Dong Fangzhuo and Rooney, who were lying on the turf, glanced at each other, and both saw a trace of shock and despair in each other's eyes.

In the end, the goalkeeper opened up today! Or are you unlucky?

Can't break the door?

Dong Fangzhuo said in his heart.

Of course, if this ball is him, he may not be able to go into it, which is indeed quite difficult.

And Rooney's choice of shot was not wrong at the time, it was quite reasonable, if he unloaded the ball with his chest and shot again, he would definitely miss the opportunity to shoot.

Call!

In the stands, Portsmouth fans broke out in a cold sweat. Rooney has scared them several times in this game.

Ferguson jumped up from the dugout and sat back helplessly. I've been through a lot of games this season, and it looks like it's going to be the same again?

It's a little cool.

According to the course of the game, it should be at least 2:0 ahead by now, but the result is still 0:0, and no one is lucky.

With little time left, and with about 15 minutes left, Redknapp made another adjustment, removing a striker and replacing him with a midfielder, which was to continue to hold on.

There was not much space, and now Manchester United's attack was even more blocked.

Ferguson finally couldn't sit still, stood on the sidelines in the rain and snow, kept signaling the team to press up, and then replaced Keane with Fletcher.

The belligerent Fletcher was not as conservative as Keane, and he was already pressed in front of the opponent's big penalty area, with only Brown guarding behind him, and almost everyone pressed up.

Ryan Giggs and Ronaldo kept starting from the two wings, but Rooney and Dong Fangzhuo were submerged in the penalty area, and they couldn't grab them at all without height and point advantage.

In desperation, the two of them chose to cut inside with the ball and shoot, but to no avail.

Dong Fangzhuo also joined the long-range shooting team, when there was no gain.

Redknapp's side are a tough nut to crack, and the game hasn't allowed United to knock on the back of the net so far, and of course, luck is on their side.

Even this weather seems to be working against them.

The sleet was getting heavier, the clock was ticking and it was time to stoppage time, with United still on the attack.

Scholes' diagonal pass gave Dong Fangzhuo another chance.

It may be their last chance to attack.

Dong Fangzhuo did not hesitate, gritted his teeth and directly accelerated the ball, fought with the opponent for speed again, and threw off the opponent's defender again, and then before the opponent caught up again, an inverted triangle passed back to Ronaldo who cut in the middle, but because the speed was too fast, he slipped and fell more than two meters away.

Cristiano Ronaldo dribbled down the middle and then fired a long-range left-footed shot high into the stands.

bibibi.

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the match.

Manchester United were held to a 0-0 draw away by Portsmouth! In vain!

Dong Fangzhuo got up from the turf, wiped his face, and shook his head helplessly.

It's so fucked up, it's estimated that Manchester United has shot nearly 30 goals in normal games! I have five or six feet of my own......

The snow had already dyed him half a mummy, as if he had just crawled out of the stinking ditch, and he was covered in dirt.

It was a tough match, but it turned out badly. All the hard work can't be exchanged for a victory.

Everyone was frustrated, this game shouldn't have been a draw, a little bit of luck was out of the question.

But the Portsmouth players were cheering and celebrating a hard-earned point. In response to the applause of the fans in the stands, their fans were also very excited.

You can't say they didn't pursue it and were satisfied with every point because they put in no less effort and sweat than the players at Manchester United.

They deserve respect.

It's just that Manchester United aim differently, they aim higher, they want to go for the three points, they just can't.

Ferguson shook his head likewise, having a hard time accepting such a result.

He didn't want to linger too much on the turf, so he quickly walked over to Redknapp, took the initiative to shake Redknapp's hand, and then walked back to the players' tunnel.

And this time, Ferguson instead brought Dong Fangzhuo with him and attended the press conference.

In the Arsenal game, because Ferguson wanted to protect him, he didn't get a chance, and in this game he got a chance.

He didn't understand why the lord did this, but he accepted the arrangement anyway and attended the press conference.

The lord didn't go crazy in the locker room, and affirmed everyone's efforts.

This is very strange, in the past, as long as there was a loss or a draw, the lord would definitely blow the wind for half an hour, naming and criticizing every player who did not play well, and everyone had to listen with their heads down.

Dong Fangzhuo sat at the press conference and behaved very quietly, and it was not his turn to speak until after the lord finished speaking.

When asked why he couldn't score, he was very philosophical.

'Football is like life, you can't always do it, but we have to look forward and prepare for the next game. I don't think we did enough, otherwise the luck of scoring wouldn't have been far away. ”

'Portsmouth played well, but we weren't good enough.

Well?

Ferguson's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his heart was touched.

It's not like what a nineteen-year-old would say......

Looks like I need to think about it.

A pattern floated in his mind.