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

Chapter 474

Su Fei.

Standing in the corner area with arms open, enjoying the cheers from the fans.

It was not until his teammates who ran over to celebrate reminded him that he realized that his jersey had just been torn by Ferdinand.

Turned his head and pulled the jersey to look at it.

Touched his nose.

No wonder he felt a little chill on his back.

When he just burst into sprint.

Adrenaline surged, and his mind was full of thoughts of speeding up and scoring goals, and he was completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

Every corner of the stadium.

Manchester United players watched the replay of Su Fei's jersey being torn by Ferdinand on the big screen over and over again.

Silence.

The jersey was a small matter.

The real problem was that the team failed to stop Su Fei again, and Su Fei scored again. This was not only a hat trick, but also let Manchester City take the lead again.

Falling behind.

We fell behind again.

"Fxxxk!!"

C Ronaldo kicked the grass in anger, and grass debris flew everywhere.

He clenched his fists.

He was not sad.

That paranoid desire to win only filled his heart with pain.

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The game was reopened.

Su Fei continued to fight in a broken jersey.

Following Stuart's command on the sidelines, he retreated to his own backcourt and focused on participating in the team's defense.

The 1-goal lead was hard-won.

Manchester City was not sure that they could keep the goal intact while continuing the main attack, so they chose a more reliable main defense.

And Manchester United wanted to equalize.

Naturally, the main attack tactic was still the two-wing flying tactic, crossing to find opportunities.

But facing the crowded defense in Manchester City's penalty area.

Su Fei's ubiquitous defense.

Again and again.

The football was cleared by Manchester City players and flew out of the danger zone.

When a 1.92-meter-tall, violent man with a first-class sense of position gave up attacking and participated in defense in his own penalty area.

Manchester United's offensive pressure doubled.

When the regular time came to the 90th minute, the fourth official raised the 3-minute injury time sign.

Ferguson had to replace another striker, Louis Saha, for the last struggle.

But today.

"Ferguson time" did not happen.

With Ronaldo's last long-range shot from a small angle on the left, the ball hit the side net.

"Beep!"

"With the referee's whistle, the game is over!"

"The first Manchester derby of this season has come to an end!"

"Manchester United failed to score in the last minute to equalize the score. Su Fei's third goal became the key to determining the outcome of today's game!"

"Congratulations to Manchester City for 13 wins and 2 draws in 15 games, and continuing to lead the Premier League rankings with 41 points!"

"Congratulations to Su Fei for a hat trick in this game, raising his personal data this season to 19 goals and 10 assists!"

"December 6!"

"Manchester City will also usher in the last round of the Champions League group stage, a showdown with Galatasaray!"

"The draw ceremony for the Champions League round of 16 will also be held immediately after the game!"

"Wang Tao and I will still be in the ESPN live broadcast room, waiting for your arrival!"

"Fans!"

"See you next time Manchester City plays!"

At the Etihad commentary desk, Wang Tao and Zhan Jun, who had cut off the live broadcast signal, looked at each other and laughed.

Just now during the live broadcast.

I saw Ferdinand tearing Su Fei's jersey.

It's not convenient to laugh.

I almost hurt myself.

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The atmosphere at the Etihad Stadium was also very joyful. Manchester City won the derby for the third time in a row.

It was equivalent to announcing that Manchester City is still the overlord of Manchester this season.

The Red Devils fans and players left the field sadly.

Compared with the last time they were defeated, there was enough time to prepare for today's failure.

Stuart led the players to thank the fans present.

At this time, the scene changed and a cheerful BGM sounded.

"I want to put myself in the refrigerator~"

"Stay there for a day and no one can stop me~"

"I'll help you feel ten times ten times ten times ten times cooler~"

"Now is the time for us to use our big moves~"

"Let super super super Su Fei drive you crazy~"

The stands were agitated, and the Manchester City players were a little confused because they couldn't understand Chinese.

Only Sun Jihai heard this familiar voice.

He couldn't help but get close to Su Fei.

"Xiao Su, today's gameIt's interesting to play this song later. Do you think it sounds like Jay Chou's voice? "

Su Fei scratched his nose in embarrassment when he heard the line "Let Super Super Super Su Fei drive you crazy~".

"Ahem."

"It's a song Jay Chou wrote for me."

"It has been added to the music library of our stadium."

Compared to Su Fei's embarrassment, Sun Jihai laughed and couldn't help shaking his body with the cheerful rhythm.

"You are getting better and better, the national goddess has become your partner, and the national singer has written a song for you! "

Seeing that Old Sun was shaking to his own BGM, Su Fei also let go of his reserve and started shaking with him.

And the Manchester City teammates next to him.

Seeing the two shaking their heads, no matter if they could understand or not, they just followed and shook their heads.

Soon.

More and more Manchester City fans in the stands joined the players' shaking their heads.

So.

The Etihad Stadium became a large-scale shaking scene.

Damn, damn, damn, damn!

Everyone followed the rhythm and swayed together. The atmosphere was so joyful that even Stuart got interested.

Showed a stiff mechanical dance.

Caused a burst of laughter at the scene.

The old man didn't feel embarrassed at all, but enjoyed it.

Damn it.

Fuck Manchester United again.

It's so fucking cool.

Just shake it hard!

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After returning to the locker room, Ferguson packed up a bit and quickly headed for the post-match press conference.

The red-nosed old man was very sad today.

Victory was once within reach, but it was ultimately out of reach.

He just wanted to finish the interview quickly, deal with the annoying reporters, and lead the players out of Etihad.

Then.

When the road connected to the green field, the joyful songs coming from outside also slowed down Ferguson's pace.

He couldn't help but come to the exit to watch.

He happened to see the large rocking scene outside, and the picture of Stewart dancing a funny robot dance.

Sometimes.

Happiness is contagious.

Although he was very sad about losing today, Ferguson couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Stewart's silly look.

But he quickly forced himself to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Turned his head and cursed.

"Fuck, Stewart is a former professional player after all, and his coordination is too bad. ”

“It’s just like his mother’s brain stem is underdeveloped.”

“It can only be said that fools have good luck, and he picked up Sue, this treasure.”

After this scolding, Ferguson felt much better.

But he couldn’t help but walk a few steps.

He turned around and walked to the exit.

He looked at Manchester City fans and players with envy, swaying to the music and celebrating the victory.

A trace of loneliness.

Rising on his face.

“Alas.”

Ferguson sighed.

Muttered in a low voice.

“Why can’t I be the winner?”

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