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When the clock on the scoreboard reaches the 90th minute, Old Trafford is like a theater, and a thriller drama with ups and downs has come to a climax, but the image has Manchester United fans shudder.

"Lore! Lore! Millwall lead Manchester United again in the 90th minute! It was Nedved's performance, he won the ball from midfield and broke through United's midfield defence, Keane and Bart were both fooled by the illusion of Nedved's constant passing in the 90 minutes, the Czech player had a good ability to break through with the ball, and in the most crucial moments, he managed to show his speedy breakthrough, and after a simple combination with Pire in front of the penalty area, Nedved's header gave Millwall a fifth hole through Schmeichel's goal! Andy, is there anything you'd like to say? I think today's game is simply world-class! The world-level performance brings fans the enjoyment of the world-class world! ”

"Martin, the game is not over yet, we don't know what will happen in the road, but it is undeniable that if Millwall wins in the end, they fully deserve it, Aldridge and his team, they are heroes, even if they lose, they will get the highest praise!"

"What else will happen? Look! Nedved after the goal"

When Nedved scored the goal, he rushed to the dugout, covered in dirt.

Today's game is a landmark match in Millwall's history: the first in the Premier League!

So, this day belongs to all Millwallers.

Some of the fans choked up with excitement, the Millwall coaching staff and the players on the bench all rushed out, and Aldridge was even more excited, he shivered a little, and when he saw Nedved rushing towards him, he also rushed into the field from the sidelines.

The blonde-haired Nedved, the blonde-haired Aldrich, the handsome master and apprentice, the two made the same move as if they had a heart.

Nedved slipped on his knees before rushing to the sidelines, and Aldridge in a suit also slid over on his knees!

Thanks to the quality turf at Old Trafford!

It's so nice to kneel and slide on it!

Aldrich and Nedved stood up after the kneeling inertia was over, and the two of them, who were about the same age but were masters and apprentices, hugged each other tightly!

The whole process became one of the countless classic images of Aldridge's coaching career at the top level, and it was also the first.

Aldrich's feelings for Nedved are very simple, compared to the love-and-hate master-apprentice relationship of too many grievances, Aldridge only loves Nedved and nothing else.

This off-field self-disciplined low-key, on-field scrappy iron man, Aldridge can't find any fault with him, such a player, who can not love?

And Nedved, after a successful year at Millwall, also has the purest emotion for Aldrich: respect.

Nobody said he was a genius, no one said.

So he has been working hard to make himself successful, but Aldrich clearly told him: You are a genius!

Aldridge was very dissatisfied with the fact that many fans in later generations compared Nedved to a model of acquired diligence to make up for congenital deficiencies, which is simply humiliating!

Nedved is an iron man, hardworking, which is his excellent quality, but he has no talent?

Someone who says he has no talent is a bullshit!

How many people can dribble and break through like him? And how many people can handle the ball as succinctly and reasonably as he does.

It's just that too many people are used to fancy football, and think that the kind of player who can pedal a bicycle faster than a train is called talented, which is ridiculous!

Just like the four new stars who are touted by the world in the next World Cup, Baggio II Piero, Spanish golden boy Raul, Garrincha in Shide Nelson, Diego II Ortega, among the four new stars, half of them are folded, and half are not yet weather, Piero is difficult to pick the beam, Raul with the sinking of Spain, Denilson stepped on a gorgeous bicycle in the final, but he fulfilled Thuram's defensive reputation, and Ortega, who cloned Maradona with wishful thinking, ended the World Cup journey with a red card.

Nedved's talent was enough for him to make a name for himself without preaching, and he couldn't belittle his skill because he was more diligent than those who had flashy footwork, and his tireless running and countless falls and rises were just a testament to his superior mental qualities, not that he was making up for anything, but that he was perfecting.

Just like Xavi later, no one thinks that Xavi plays a gorgeous game, but no one can deny that Xavi is unique, how can such a player not be considered talented!

Nedved, the gifted god of war!

Players, coaches, in addition to the fans who came to Old Trafford, Millwall people hugged wildly on the field.

5：4！

Crazy score, but the victory is ours!

The referee ran over and urged them to end the celebration quickly, the game was not over yet.

When the crowd dispersed, Aldridge ignored what referee Dugin said in his ear, and shouted to each player: "The rest of the time, the whole team will defend!" ”

Regulation time is over, and Millwall don't have to hope for a counter-attack, as keeping the score is paramount.

The whole team understood the situation at the moment, and they nodded fiercely to show that they understood, and no one had any objections.

After the players walked away, Aldridge patted his pants and turned his head to look at the referee Dugin, who gasped to calm his expression and squeezed out a smile: "I understand, I'll go back to the dugout now." ”

"No need, Mr. Hall, please go to the stands, you've interfered with the smooth flow of the game."

Referee Dugin raised his right hand and pointed to the stands and said to Aldridge.

Aldrich didn't expect to be sent to the stands, there was no way, whoever let Dugin chatter in his ear just now, he was like a dog farting.

At any other time, there would have been boos or applause from the stands at Old Trafford, boos to Aldridge, applause to the referee, but at this moment, the United fans were stunned and their hearts hung in the air.

Aldridge didn't defend either, he was only sent to the stands, and he could command the next game, and if he had another argument with the referee, maybe the opponent would give him a red card.

In the stands behind the visitors' bench, Aldridge walked up to him, the stadium staff had vacated a seat for him, and nearby, there were Manchester United fans, who looked at Aldridge with strange eyes, as if they saw some monster.

How could this man who looked like a big boy at such a young age be a manager?

The things that are constantly heard in football are the dressing room incompatibility, the generals are against each other, etc., he is so young that he can control those players on the field?

It is precisely because of the doubts that Aldrich seems mysterious.

Aldridge sat down and let out a long breath, turning his head to see that the two men wearing Manchester United shirts sitting next to him were a father and son.

The father's big belly is a typical image of a middle-aged British man, the child is only about six or seven years old, white and clean, a pair of eyes are staring at Aldrich very innocently, seeing Aldrich looking over, he said in a crisp voice: "Can you give me an autograph?" ”

"I'm the manager of Millwall, boy, you recognize the wrong man, the manager of Manchester United is over there, and voila."

"I know, but you're very handsome, signing, can't you?"

"Okay, let's wait for the game to be over."

There was jubilation in the East Stand, with Millwall fans bouncing around the stands with their shoulders on their backs, the game was definitely worth the ticket and the pre-season worries were swept away.

Based on today's performance, Millwall is no problem with relegation!

Maybe you can even compete for the championship!

Melanie and Victoria also stood up, although they also watched the game, they were not fanatical, but today's game shocked the two too much.

"Is he always like that?"

Victoria found that Aldridge was often the center of attention, or rather, he always attracted the attention of the broadcast cameras, and Aldridge was often seen on the big screen on the sidelines, and almost every time a goal came up, whether it was Manchester United or Millwall, Aldridge would be the second focus.

From the beginning of his appearance, Aldrich, who was wearing a slim suit, showed a unique manly charm that made people can't take their eyes off it.

The almost simultaneous kneeling slip that rushed into the field and Nedved just now was simply unprecedented, and I had never seen a manager join in to make the goal celebration so passionate!

Athletic hottie Melanie also bouncing along with Millwall's fans, she couldn't close her mouth with a smile, and Haruha laughed, "yes, he's always like that!" I deliberately looked for the previous news, and there is a photo of him kneeling on the sidelines, and watching it will make women crazy! Aldrich, love him to death! Kill Manchester United, Haluha, Manchester United will lose to the promoted horses! ”

Melanie, a Liverpool fan, was naturally gloating at the loss of Manchester United, and now joins the carnival of Millwall fans, eager to scream louder and fall into the ground.

Victoria looked at Melanie with a look of envy in her eyes.

Manchester United is crazy!

No, it's Manchester United's Red Devils who have broken out!

Stoppage time was four minutes as there were five goals and two substitutions in the second half, but the rest of the time was not too much delay.

In those four minutes, the United team pressed on Millwall's goal, but Millwall built a steel barrier in front of goal, and most of United's shots hit the defenders.

Palister came up to shoot and his volley bounced off Stam and off the line.

Manchester United won a corner and the game time had reached 95 minutes and 42 seconds.

It was almost two minutes past stoppage time, but Dugin still didn't blow the whistle for the end of the game, presumably because of Nedved's goal, and Millwall spent too much time celebrating.

Aldridge sat in the stands and saw Schmeichel also go up to take part in the corner, and he suddenly remembered something that made him feel guilty.

-!

I forgot to make substitutions to stall for time!

yes, there are still two substitutions that haven't been used!

Manchester United does not need it, firstly, because there is no one to replace, and secondly, it is also to save time.

Millwall could have disrupted the rhythm with two substitutions, giving the players on the pitch rest and more time to adjust their defence.

But Aldrich forgot that he still lacked this kind of experience in the confrontation, and he forgot everything in the excitement just now.

Looking at this corner, Aldrich couldn't help but stand up.

Almost the entire stadium was on their feet, and it was sure to be the Reds' worst blow.

The box was overcrowded, and it would be David Beckham who would take the corner, and because Schmeichel also came up, it would actually be a balanced number in the offensive and defensive battles.

From the start of the game to this moment, Bruce's performance was nothing short of a disaster, and he still wore the captain's armband of Manchester United.

As captain, his chubby face was full of anger, and when the corner kick flew out, he used all his strength to jump and fight for the top.

It was too much chaos in the box, but Bruce unexpectedly grabbed the point!

Anger and fighting spirit in his eyes contain tenacity, Steve Bruce, the captain of Manchester United, he is old, thirty-four.

But today, facing the promoted Ma Millwall, he can't serve the old!

Otherwise, Manchester United will not only lose at home, but will also cast a shadow on the hearts of this new generation of Red Devils.

As a captain, you have to stand up at critical moments.

Bruce snatched the spot, slammed his header into Millwall's goal, and even roared with a header over Makelele.

Even if Lao Tzu is eighty years old, no one can go wild at Old Trafford!

Bang!

Keller fell to his knees on the goalline and threw a painful punch to the ground, the ball in the net that made all Millwall players close their eyes weakly.

Red Devils, equaliser!

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