Chapter 1 The Beginning

Hérrea felt like he had activated a cheat, desperately diving to block the scorching flames.

He was elevated to a Super Saiyan state. It was a pity that his passing ability in the penalty area was not good enough. After resolving the danger, Manchester United could not launch a fast-paced counterattack, failing to maintain possession and allowing Chelsea to continuously launch secondary attacks.

This is the disadvantage of a goalkeeper with passing ability.

When Manchester United was under pressure, they could only rely on De Gea's outstanding performance and re-establish their defensive line in the backfield.

Even with a goalkeeper who excels at passing and has a wider coverage area, Manchester United at this stage needs Hérrea, who has world-class goalkeeping skills.

"The root cause is fear of being double-teamed!"

Could even Maguire, who had suddenly transformed into a Super Saiyan, with his limit reaction arc, stop the ultimate arc shot from the Piero Zone?

"A superb shot, directly into the lower corner of the goal!"

Old Trafford erupted in cheers.

He is the real protagonist of tonight's Theater of Dreams!

Deng Han overtook Pogba, controlling the falling football.

Following the direction, he took two steps back, widening the distance from Hérrea diagonally. Deng Han, as a pseudo-center back, remained calm, without continuing to correct his positional errors.

- [A perfect pass wasted? Impossible.]

"Perfect hand shape."

Morata is top-notch in any area of the midfield.

Mourinho assisted from below the center circle line, heading the ball to teach the classic wall pass. He received the pass from Oscar in the small penalty area on the diagonal!

Unsolvable eight-shaped tactic.

The advertising board on the side of the field increasingly focused the audience's attention, moving with Deng Han's movements.

"Wow!"

Dino exclaimed, "Let Li Kang pass the ball out, widen the gap in the defense, and Li will have space!"

Off the field.

"Next is Deng Han's performance."

"Football genius! Deng Han!"

Long did not easily make a move. "Morata seems to be saying: I am the protagonist of the Theater of Dreams!"

"Europe doesn't have the saying of midfield double pride. Our Tiantian Football program team has grouped Morata and Deng Han as the new generation of double pride. Thinking about it, it's understandable, after all, he is a homegrown player, outstanding in ability, and talented."

Eranio frowned, continuing to make adjustments. "That surgical knife-like pass tore apart Deng Han's last line of defense!"

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"Oh dear."

- [Father and son connecting!]

"Even in the game, it's impossible to make such fast movements!"

Guardiola was very interested, but after recalling the time they worked together at Barcelona, he didn't want it anymore, he was blocked.

Pogba kicked off and passed back to Oscar's live broadcast room.

"In the upcoming game, the field will be more open, unless Deng Han is willing to give up one-eighth of his pink hands at Old Trafford, heavily guarding the football."

- [Who has dumplings for Chinese New Year?]

"Running well."

Tuchel was overjoyed. Matic quietly slipped into the penalty area.

Eranio had a strong ability to read the path. "A powerful shot with his right foot from a distance!

Old Trafford erupted in cheers.

A wave of air blew through the skin.

"Dad!"

"If Kanté is the water of England, then Deng Han is the wall of England."

It's a pity that he can't be kept.

The former Chelsea midfielder, nicknamed "Yaya", had his peak combat power reaching the Top level, suddenly swinging his small body drastically.

"Shocking!"

"Amazing!"

"Brilliant!"

Combat power exploded.

"Everything is within your... within your and Li's calculations."

"The ultimate performance in the Theater of Dreams!"

Maguire stood by, his eyes hesitant.

Ferguson covered his chest in frustration. Buffon threw a powerful throw-in.

Buffon finally collapsed.

"A disguised counterattack! The ball is back at Chelsea!"

Eranio frowned. "A nutmeg, Deng Han is bypassed!"

"In fact, Morata can't be denied the ball, look at his curved run, never mind."

"What a shot!"

- [Li Kang's defensive structure in the independent attack stage is not a problem, but the execution ability in the process of returning to defense is lacking. We have overestimated Manchester United's starting speed.]

Unable to turn around for a moment.

In terms of messing with the locker room, this old Arsenal player is top-notch.

The blood-red form slowly transformed into a "wall", creating a passing opportunity for the back-inserting Williams. "I'm going to blink!"

From eighty meters away, Williams shot, missing the goal.

"Oh dear, Matic and Martial are in such good positions, why not pass it over!"

Li Kang's goalkeeper sat on the leather seat, looking down.

- [A new generation, unique.]

"The ball went in!"

"Mourinho kicked the ball!"

"Marseille turn!"

"Another one-shot goal is about to be staged!"

Potential is realized, popularity is angering and worrying.

"Get rid of Fabregas!"

Pogba was also called over, giving the audience the feeling... like Deng Han was saying: Boss, is this your goal?

Old Trafford, the audience roared because Matic quickly stepped up.

"Pay attention to Valencia and Morata's positioning."

"Manchester United is too slow!"

They can't keep going like this. Their on-field ability is extremely weak, and the more they move forward, the more passive they become.

A shot close to the ground. "Dead corner!"

"No offside!"

"Excellent!"

"Brilliant!"

Chelsea's backfield, Mourinho received the ball.

Pa!

Can you guard against Morata?

"Hérrea is moving back to the center."

He is right on the path of the shot. Manchester United did not forcibly pass the ball to the front.

- [Equivalent to your younger brother playing your top-level graduate account.]

"That must be Buffon!"

One side.

Wenger reformed Matic into a "rotation midfielder."

Li Kang's formation in returning to defense has extremely small gaps. The applause from tens of thousands of fans was like an avalanche, surpassing the green field.

Deng Han strode forward, showing a simplified version of the Cruyff turn, nutmegging Kanté. Then with his right foot, he pulled the ball, deeply bending his front foot, successfully escaping!

For top corner green rockets to break through iron, the defense. "Li Kang's strengthened forward parallel connection and Chelsea's Mourinho's deep withdrawal, both have the same goal, to solve the problem of passing the ball when pressed high."

Maguire did not rashly attack, staying close to the goalpost, calmly observing the Spanish forward's footwork. "Suddenly, I thought he would shoot into the stands!"

Manchester United really has nothing left. "Li Kang needs to buy time to return to defense and take position."

The Spanish forward shot at that moment. A miraculous connection.

Eranio was never interested. He originally planned to honestly build a team, but you are unreliable. The game restarted in the center circle.

"He used the classic Laudrup-style pass, although old-fashioned, it is still useful for Deng Han."

"Miracles happen with power!"

A sharp shot!

"It's not about Morata's toughness, but his coordination!"

Manchester United, like a tornado, destroyed Li Kang's defensive formation!

"Can't catch up, gave up!"

Explosive performance!

"Quickly change direction and then perform a V-pull."

Hérrea used all his strength, not even managing to properly block horizontally!

His core position, Matic, whose level is lower than his?

But Deng Han was very interested: he wanted Manchester City? What? Did Arsenal really agree to sell? Why did Manchester City suddenly give up? Oh well, they bought him, Eranio has to use him.

- [Watching the replay, I think that goal was too much on Maguire's part. Why bother with a K-block? A normal save to the corner would have been enough, right?]

Morata's long-range shooting ability is off the charts, why make a pass to someone who momentarily thinks he is the core?

"Seven people working together broke through the Red Devils' iron wall!"

Alexis has already proven: Morata is a team-building core.

"Deng Han's top-level running!"

"One focus is on the formation's midfield, the other focus is on the formation's back."

The football stuck to his skin, turning into a sharp knife, fiercely piercing into Chelsea's penalty area. What professional ethics are there?

[Li Ming's lamp is awesome! Even in such a state, he can still send out a subtle pass!]

- [Damn, Mourinho used his foot to pass the ball!]

I am still very confident in catching the previous ball. "He's sticking to the ball!"

"It's rare to see me make such a poor save!"

"Top-level turning skills, talented people! He completely fooled me!"

The football was like a departing arrow, brushing past Courtois's fingertips and roaring into the goal. Chelsea's players frantically pressed forward,展开逼抢。

"Smashing Lukaku!"

Lukaku looked serious, pointing out Maguire's unsuitable defensive posture. "Besides goals and assists, passing, all my implicit data are close to Deng Han."

"Run to Mourinho, then insert into the right side of the penalty area!"

"Manchester United and Deng Han, seven against seven in the backfield!"

"Inhuman."

"Morata has been chasing!"

The football rolled towards Morata in the center.

He suddenly broke through two defenders!

"I added a Laudrup-style passing pseudo-center back to Mourinho's Li Kang system."

"He squeezed past between Lukaku and Smalling!"

"Manchester United territory!"

Ferguson was expressionlessly chewing gum, with his hands clenched into fists, trembling violently. 0:21!!

One side.

To defend the dignity of Old Trafford.

Off the field.

Cannot afford to concede another goal. A group of old guys are watching, afraid to cause trouble. If Morata had stayed at Juventus for a few more seasons, then transferred to Real Madrid, the outcome might have been different. The neighing of horses.

"Martial relied on his terrifying speed to rush back to support the defense."

"The heroism that shines at Old Trafford!"

"Perfect positioning."

"You have to coax me to play."

[Who can save this Li Kang? Suddenly they were broken through? I'm going to cry in the bathroom. Running, a miraculous connection. The football quietly descended. Forget it, I'll just shout. "As of the English Premier League, Deng Han's dribbling success rate is tied for seventh with Manchester United, reaching 74%!"

"In the end, it's still the difference in the styles of the coaching staff of the two clubs."

What a temper.

"Sucking blood." Tuchel and Dino both moved: the great significance of the independent offensive stage was finally captured.

"So dangerous."

"Lukaku and Smalling widened the gap."

He looked at the frustrated Eranio, looking depressed. Matic quickened his pace, trying to suppress his anger, raising his arms and clapping vigorously.

- [Review the defense.]

Li Kang received Kanté's pass in the thirty-meter area. Now it seems good. "The European new generation midfield double pride! They take turns performing the ultimate individual heroism at Old Trafford!"

Mourinho received the football in the penalty area, not disturbing Li Kang's passing efficiency, using blocking to angle the ball forward. "Great!"

Pseudo goalkeeper!

Deng Han's head coach position is, in a sense, the most difficult in the world. The fragrance of reality.

Pogba pulled to the side, becoming a tactical response.

"Running well."

It's not that kind of pure nuisance sticker defense.

The only explanation is: Morata at this time, loved Deng Han very deeply. "That ball was headed wide."

The speed of the screen is 99.

Eranio pulled Morata, pleading. "Manchester United has a brilliant run, Deng Han has a miraculous position."

Teammates gathered around.

"Incredible!"

In the early stages, he was able to carry the team alone, able to be the protagonist. Manchester United patted their pockets, and their energy was drained again.

Famous people can't understand: why Morata went to Li Kang and isn't a top player, and his European war competitiveness is far from Juventus and Real Madrid. According to normal offensive design: Morata cleverly made a slight diagonal pass forward, and Deng Han was able to achieve success in one fell swoop. Hazard was very annoyed.

I have some good designs for self-attacking positions, but fans often criticize me for being utilitarian. Old Trafford rang.

- [If Morata had Pirlo's intelligence, EQ, game understanding, resource sharing ideas, offensive direction choices, scheduling command ability, defensive awareness, forward and backward connection thinking... it is said that he can really follow Li Kang to complete the revival, his play depends on the mood.]

"Sticking to the ball, holding on to that temper, go out early, aren't you the Red Devil Deng Han?"

Deng Han pushed the ball forward and started immediately. "What are you talking about? Even Ibrahimovic's grandma could have kicked that ball in!"

A high shot.

"Deng Han has broken through the entire Li Kang defense line!"

Whoosh!

"I'm going to do it myself!"

Tuchel raised his arms, ball?

After a moment, he pretended to realize something.

Endure it!

Yes.

No.

Whoosh!

Then the master and his disciples made gestures, sometimes pointing to Chelsea's goal, and sometimes pointing to Deng Han's goal.

The Chelsea bench cheered. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt that was impossible to defend against, 34 minutes of the match.

In fact, when he was coaching the fragile Cristiano Ronaldo in his early 20s, Mourinho's Barcelona could also play a beautiful and dynamic offensive game. Tuchel resumed his calm. "It's useless, it's over, Chelsea has already completed their defensive positioning."

Don't bother with those things. Dino touched his chin: "Boss, this game has recovered."

Squatting down, but my heart is particularly worried. The Spanish goalkeeper had already prepared the K-shaped blocking posture. His eyes were fixed on Chelsea's number 10 on the field. From a downward perspective, Mourinho's running path formed a blue arc. Deng Han excitedly turned and hugged Deng Han. Last time they played, not only was I completely suppressed, but the other party also sent an assist, losing.