green showman

Chapter 629 This is Old Trafford

The bus stopped slowly, and reporters and fans flocked to the door, forcing the staff to call in the security guards to make a rescue.

Inside the passage not far away, Sun Wu curled his lips, "They're all big shots!"

"You can get the same treatment when you go to Camp Nou." Christine smiled and hugged Sun Wu's arm, "Best, today's game, a draw should be a good ending, right?"

Sun Wu exerted a little force but did not break free. He lowered his head helplessly and said, "This is just your personal opinion. No matter who you are, you will try your best. A draw... is the worst result!"

Christine was taken aback, and Sun Wu had already broken free and stretched out his hand, "Welcome to Old Trafford."

Harvey's expression froze for a moment before he extended his hand with a smile, "It's not the first time I've been here, and I'll wait for you at Camp Nou in the next round."

Barcelona players got off the bus one by one, walked in through the aisle between reporters and fans, and shook hands or hugged or punched each other with Sun Wu one by one. Of course, some ignored Sun Wu...for example Alves.

The pain brought to them by the Chinese player in front of them is unforgettable. Sun Wu, who was once regarded as "half a quarry boy", stopped the progress of the Dream Team three and allowed Barcelona to break into the team for two consecutive years. The Champions League final ended empty-handed.

The Champions League final two years ago was listed by many media as one of the most exciting matchups in the history of the Champions League final. The media close to Real Madrid "Mallorca" even claimed that Sun Wu defeated Barcelona alone, and Floren Tino has publicly stated more than once or twice that he wants to bring Sun Wu to the Bernabeu.

Walking in with Messi who got out of the car last, Sun Wu asked with a smile: "I can't avoid me this time!"

Messi laughed a few times and said nothing. After winning the Golden Globe two years ago, he basically never met with Sun Wu, and even had very little contact with him. He didn't send a text message until after the draw ceremony of this season's Champions League group stage. Come.

After chattering for a while, Sun Wu suddenly asked in a low voice: "Leon, is there any problem?"

"What?" Messi reacted after seeing his friend's strange movements, "It should be no problem, even if there is a problem, I will play!"

Sun Wu smiled, watched Messi walk into the visiting team's locker room, and then walked slowly onto the court to warm up.

After losing the Golden Globe two years ago, Sun Wu was also extremely depressed. He didn't want to see the name Messi for a long time, until he suddenly found out in a news report...Messi vomited on the field!
That night Sun Wu showed off his culinary skills and cooked a table of good dishes, but Sun Fei was so angry that Sun Wu used all the dishes to feed Erha.

After looking through the points consumption records, and then counting the time, and asking Erha, Sun Wu had a faint feeling that this might be his own fault!
After the two-year Champions League final, Sun Wu cut off the medical insurance card that has been used by Messi because of too few points in his hand. In the following season, Messi suffered a total of 4 injuries, although the injuries were not long. But that was a rarity in previous seasons.

By 2012, Messi began to vomit during games, and it became more and more frequent...

Nima, what is this medical insurance card?
Once it is broken, there will be side effects!

Could it be the life and death talisman of the Tianshan School?

Sun Wu started to collect statistics. He had used the medical insurance card for a long time and then cut it off... Both Modric and Sanchez have vomited on the court!

Sun Wu, who was warming up, had mixed emotions of worry and a little joy. He turned his head and looked, uh, besides Messi, Rakitic in Barcelona's starting lineup has also used a medical insurance card for a long time.

"This is Old Trafford!"

"This is Old Trafford!"

"This is Manchester United!"

"This team never gives up!"

"This team is only chasing the championship!"

The high-pitched singing hovered over Old Trafford, and the red flags were flying all over the sky. Every fan who entered the field early was the most enthusiastic Manchester United fanatic. Almost no one sat down. They stood there with open arms and sang loudly.

Stretford Stand supporters suddenly interrupted the singing loudly.

"Best! Best!"

"Our new No. 7, our new Best!"

"Kill them, kill Barcelona, ​​we know you can do it!"

Sun Wu turned his head to look at them with a smile, and stretched out his hand to give a thumbs up. This action brought cheers to his face.

After half an hour of warm-up, players from both sides were about to return to the locker room. Sun Wu held Pique outside the player tunnel.

"Gerrard, this game shouldn't be a draw." Sun Wu said seriously, "What do you think?"

Pique rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "That's true, Manchester United is fifth in the league, tsk tsk..."

"Barcelona is also ranked third, what a shame!" Sun Wu retorted unceremoniously, "There are only two teams in the Western Super League, and you can actually rank third!"

Pique's face darkened and he managed to control himself from scolding. Sun Wu suddenly changed his face, hugging Pique affectionately and even flatteringly, "Listen to me, in two back-to-back games, the family scored 3 points, which is just right for Leverku Get rid of Sen and Naples!"

Pique's eyes lit up, and he put an arm around Sun Wu's shoulder affectionately, "Best, great idea!"

In a two-round match, a draw is the least cost-effective. If both games are tied, one family will only have 2 points, which is too cost-effective. If they lose a game, the group of death is likely to be worthy of the name.

Barcelona and Manchester United were swept in the first two rounds of this group. If there is a win and a loss in these two games, it will be 4 points in 9 rounds.

And Leverkusen and Naples still have 0 points so far, even if they win and lose, they are only 3 points.

On the premise that there are two rounds left, the gap of 6 points can basically declare an early qualifying.

Seeing that Pique was about to blurt out, Sun Wu rushed to the front and said, "Camp Nou is a great stadium, do you want Barcelona to lose at home?"

"Tell you, Gerald, I wouldn't agree with you if you agreed!"

"This is a shameful choice!"

Pique looked at his friend scolding him righteously with a dark face, and after a while he asked blankly: "You mean, Manchester United will never choose to lose at Old Trafford!"

"Of course, Manchester United and Barcelona are at the same level of giants." Sun Wu spread his hands in surprise: "Losing in an away game, or losing to a giant of the same level, is not something unacceptable, right?"

"Get 3 points respectively, the most cost-effective way to compete, right?"

"As for who is the first in the group, it depends on the last two rounds. The next match will probably have to wait until the final, right?"

Pique stared at his friend, and nodded after a while, "Best, you are right!"

The two walked into the player tunnel affectionately, broke up at the door of the locker room, and turned their heads to wink tacitly before each opened the door and walked in...

Pique closed the door and immediately found Captain Harvey, "Manchester United will definitely hold out!"

Sun Wu closed the door and clapped his hands vigorously, "Guys, listen to me, let's attack first after the opening!"

(End of this chapter)