The most low-key superstar

Chapter 377 Is This A Conspiracy?

"Offensive! Offensive! Don't worry about the fucking defense, your first task is to score goals!" The violent Van Gaal finally became anxious.

He can't help but be in a hurry, losing at home is something he can't bear. Although Bayern has already surpassed the dust in the league, no one can shake their leading edge, but Bayern is the backbone of German football.

They have been away from the pinnacle of Europe for too long. In this Champions League, Bayern is full of hope.

"If we can win the Champions League, it will be the supreme glory of Bayern Munich and the historical responsibility we must shoulder. It is a symbol of the revival of German football." Before the game, the old emperor Beckenbauer publicly publicized his revival of winning the championship argument.

In Bayern, Van Gaal also had a bad time. The reason is that there are too many mothers-in-law on his head, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. Very passive.

"Speed ​​up the pace and crush them." Thinking of this, Van Gaal couldn't help urging the players on the field to increase their offensive strength. To be honest, he really wanted to continue to strengthen the strength on the field, but these people on the field were already what he could The strongest lineup formed, and Gomez and Schweinsteiger are really unable to play.

The Allianz Arena was filled with exciting songs, and more than 6 fans sang their team anthem in unison, using this majestic momentum to inspire the players' fighting spirit. The proud Germans cannot lose to the feuding British.

The resistance of the Manchester United fans became silent. Their number was too small to compete with the opponent's hugeness, and the situation on the field also made them extremely worried. Bayern's offense really didn't care about anything. The formation has almost become an upside-down formation of 235, except Giggs is still in front, Rooney and Valencia have all withdrawn.

At this moment, Nicole is guarding near the penalty area line. His task is to prevent the opponent from using long-range shots to break Manchester United's dense defense. Once encountering a super-dense defense, long-range shots are often an important means of breaking the shell.

When they are in a desperate situation, the dying struggle can often explode with infinite power. Bayern is like this now. It is difficult for them to think about the second round. If they can't equalize the score at home, the second round will be difficult for them. It will be bigger. To put it bluntly, the second round will almost become a formality. They can't imagine that they can create any Jedi counterattack.

"Oh!! Olic, his shot is too outrageous. The huge pressure caused his shot to fly high into the stands behind. Van der Sar didn't even want to raise his hand."

"Franck Ribery, long shot - it was Nicole, he and Ribery were directly on the feet, Ribery fell to the ground, no foul, but in the competition of strength, Nicole was better."

"As long as Manchester United don't make mistakes themselves, I think it will be difficult for Bayern to send the ball into the opponent's goal in the remaining few minutes."

"The hour hand has pointed to No. 807 minutes. Manchester United's defense is still intact. This is good news for Manchester United fans."

Although Mr. Ferguson seemed to be chewing gum in a relaxed manner, some people knew that this was a time when he was very nervous. Only by chewing gum could his heart be relieved.

"Substitute, Neville can't hold on anymore." Perrin reminded Ferguson that Bayern chose Neville's side for more breakthroughs, and his physical strength has been almost consumed by the opponent's repeated attacks.

"No, that won't work. Let Darren go over to help him, Wayne replaces Nicole, and Nicole complements Darren." Ferguson rejected Perrin's suggestion. Substitution is not a good idea at this critical moment.

"Okay." Perrin quickly trotted to convey Ferguson's instructions.

Ribery was desperate, he raised his hand for the ball at the far end.

"Fribery!"

Ribery rushed to Neville again this time, but this time there was Fletcher.

Ribery almost mustered his last strength and rushed over.

After passing Neville, Neville at this moment is more using his own experience to create some troubles for the French from the position. In terms of speed, he can't keep up at all.

After a one-two against the wall with Lahm, Ribery left Fletcher behind and broke into the penalty area.

"Ribery fell to the ground! A penalty?"

Ribery, who broke into the penalty area, did not expect that Nicole would appear here. Nicole made a diagonal stab, a beautiful tackle, and kicked the ball out of the sideline.

Ribery fell in the penalty area.

In fact, Franck Ribery was able to avoid Nicole's legs, but after the sprint just now, his physical strength was exhausted, and he didn't have a trace of strength to avoid Nicole. It can only be said that he hit the leg by himself Nicole's leg is up.

"Oh—a penalty kick! The referee awarded a penalty kick!"

The referee pointed to the penalty spot and took out a yellow card from his pocket!

"God, his eyes saw that Nicole fouled! This is plunder, naked plunder!" Lineker was angry, and the director also meaningfully aimed the camera at the UEFA president sitting in the stands Platini, the voice-over is, UEFA does not want the Premier League to continue to dominate the Champions League.

"This is fucking fair?" The furious Ferguson finally tore off his peaceful appearance and almost ran towards the game supervisor.

"Mr. Ferguson, please keep calm and pay attention to your image." The official language is an excellent weapon to resist other people's saliva.

"This can also award a penalty kick, have you seen it? How can I keep calm." Coach Ferguson insisted.

"Let me remind you, Mr. Ferguson, if you have any objections, you can file an appeal after the game." The game supervisor was unmoved.

"Shit! Is that useful?" Ferguson was furious and swears.

"Long live! Bayern!"

Desperate Bayern fans finally waited for hope, and they cheered as if Bayern had scored the ball.

"I absolutely did not foul, he bumped into it by himself, and I got the ball." Nickel and a group of teammates surrounded the referee, but the referee smiled and gently raised a yellow card to Nicole.

"Damn it! There's a fucking conspiracy here."

"They don't want us to win, the French thief."

In Manchester, the fans cursed one after another, and the TV screen played the previous scene over and over again. From various perspectives, this ball should not be a penalty kick, at most it can only be regarded as a penalty kick.

"You are a liar!" An angry Rooney ran to Ribery who was still sitting on the ground, and loudly reprimanded Ribery.

Maybe it was a guilty conscience, and the bad-tempered French didn't respond. However, the Bayern players quit and they launched a counterattack.

"What are you doing, do you want to fight?"

"Leave far away!"

Players from both sides got entangled and pushed each other. The referee quickly put away his official smile and, with the help of the assistant referee, forcibly separated the players on both sides.

"I warn you, don't cause trouble, I don't mind letting some people go off early to take a shower."

Muller took the penalty kick, and Van der Sar, who was pinned on by his teammates, did not save the penalty kick.

Amid the cheers of the Bayern fans and the scolding of the Manchester United people, the two sides drew 2:2 in the first round.

　Keep up the hard work!I hope everyone will be active!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)