Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 702

Under the same sky, also in Manchester, at Old Trafford, another Premier League sixth round match is going on.

"Glory, Glory Man United~"

"Glory, Glory Man United~"

"Glory, Glory Man United~"

The Red Devils fans in the stands of the Theatre of Dreams have gone crazy, with more than 70,000 Red Devils fans singing "Glory to Manchester United".

In the 80th minute, Manchester United led Chelsea 2:0!

Seeing that the team is about to take down Chelsea, the former Premier League champion, and Chelsea, who faced off against them in last year's Champions League semi-finals.

Not only the Red Devils fans can't sit still.

Ferguson, who was standing on the sidelines, was smiling and unconsciously increased the frequency of chewing gum. He was already thinking about how to show off at the post-match press conference and give Mourinho a little yin and yang.

Especially when he saw Mourinho not far away, he had already sat back on the bench dejectedly, looking like he had given up on playing badly.

85 minutes.

90 minutes.

93 minutes.

The injury time ended, and the referee blew the whistle to end the game on time. The score of 2:0 was maintained until the last minute of the game.

Old Trafford cheered endlessly, and the Chelsea fans who went with the team were sad.

Handshake after the game.

Chelsea players were frustrated to deal with the Manchester United players who held their heads high. Ferguson came to Mourinho with a smile and took the initiative to extend his right hand.

"Mourinho..."

"Mourinho?"

Seeing Mourinho indifferent, Ferguson put away his smile, curled his lips, and put his right hand back in his pocket.

I couldn't help muttering in my heart.

This old guy is not normal today. Even if he lost before, he had an expression as arrogant as if he won.

Why today...

Could it be that those rumors about dismissal are true?

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Old Trafford, visiting team locker room.

Chelsea players were silent. Drogba, who was sitting in the corner, held his head in his hands, Terry pursed his lips and leaned against the locker door. The others also had different expressions and the atmosphere was dull.

"Crack!"

Mourinho pushed the door open and the players looked up at the head coach. Some people did not dare to look directly at him, fearing that they would see Mourinho's disappointed eyes.

Chelsea had experienced two consecutive blows in two rounds of games, with a 2-goal lead at halftime tied by Manchester City and a 2-goal deficit by Manchester United.

But!

There was no imagined questioning, nor was there an imagined black face. What Chelsea players saw was a Mourinho with a complicated expression and even a slight smile on his lips.

"Gentlemen, it's a pity that we lost this crucial game today. We didn't do well enough in some aspects... No, it's my pre-match preparation and tactical setting that weren't good enough. You've worked hard."

"Well... I have something to tell you. I hope everyone can look at me next, okay? Thank you."

The remaining Chelsea players who didn't raise their heads all looked at the 42-year-old head coach with gray hair.

Bang! Bang!

Many Chelsea veterans' heartbeats accelerated involuntarily, and they felt an inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts.

"Well... the team management just called me and told me that they are going to terminate the coaching contract for this season. Yes, that's right. At the earliest, it will be tonight. I will no longer be your boss."

"I think I need to inform you of this as soon as possible, because you will soon have a new head coach, which is very important to you. As far as I know, our director Grant will serve as the interim head coach during this period."

"Okay, that's all. I'm going to the post-match press conference now. Lampard, you don't have to come with me. I will also announce this news to the media later."

Crack!

Just when all Chelsea were in shock, Mourinho resolutely turned around and left the locker room, gently closing the locker room door.

"Boss..."

"Is this a joke?"

Captain Terry's trembling question was a beat slower, and it became the first sentence of the players after returning to the locker room.

"Damn it!"

Drogba cursed subconsciously and buried his head deeper. Then the visiting team's locker room fell into a long, long silence.

Chelsea's players are not fools.

After being tied by Manchester City, they have been following the rumors circulating in the past period of time.Of course, they had heard about it more or less.

But they didn't expect that it was not only true, but also came so damn fast...

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The post-match press conference exploded.

Just now.

Mourinho, on the podium, announced that he would officially end his 1,172-day career as Chelsea's head coach, which lasted for a total of 3 years and 77 days.

Some things.

Even if they are expected, they will cause a sensation when they really happen. The reporters looked at each other, speechless with surprise.

Mourinho, on the podium, was exceptionally calm.

In a mysterious way.

Five days ahead of the original history, he made his famous speech when he was fired from his first term at Chelsea.

"I think at this moment, the best decision for the team, the players and myself is to separate."

"I hope everyone at Chelsea, not only the players but also all the staff, can get the best results in their lives."

"I hope the team and all the fans who support Chelsea can always be happy, and I hope all the players can continue to succeed."

"My feelings for Chelsea will never change. I love Chelsea and I love everything here."

"I will always be a Blues fan."

Mourinho spoke slowly, with sincere emotions. He tried to control his tears from bursting out, even though he had been preparing himself mentally for some time.

But when he said the last sentence.

He couldn't help it.

He lowered his head and covered his eyes, his body trembling constantly, and he just stood there and stopped talking.

The entire interview scene became extremely quiet. Even those Premier League reporters who had been unhappy with Mourinho for more than three years had to admit it at this time.

This is a sad moment for Chelsea and the entire Premier League.

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