green showman

Chapter 631 Homosexual Repulsion

After scoring this time, Sun Wu did not run to the Stretford stand as before, but ran to the North Stand.

In good time, the camera found Sir Alex Ferguson in the stands who was giving a standing ovation.

"One pass, three passes, Thomas Muller opened the scoring first, from the goalkeeper to the midfielder, then from the midfielder to the defender, and finally Evra assisted the striker to score, a classic blitzkrieg..." Zhan Jun said with a smile: " We saw Sir Alex Ferguson come and he was sitting in the 'Sir Alex Ferguson Stand'."

The big screen is constantly replaying Sun Wu’s wonderful foot-pulling action. Faced with De Gea’s long pass of more than 50 meters, Sun Wu has stopped and passed in one go. Mascherano’s gnashing of teeth and helpless expression are played back in slow motion at a glance.

After raising his hand to greet the fans, Sun Wu turned around and clapped his hands and yelled loudly, "Now, we have to defend!"

Seeing Pique's gloomy eyes, Sun Wu shrugged innocently, "Gerald, this time it's really defensive."

Conceding the ball in less than 10 minutes was a big blow to Barcelona. Harvey and Iniesta used diligent running, precise and fast passing and receiving to make Barcelona run more smoothly.

Messi retreated to catch the ball more frequently, Neymar and Sanchez on the two wings frequently made breakthroughs in the ribs, and Alves and Alaba on the two wings made great assists, which greatly increased the pressure on Manchester United's defense.

Among them, the best performer is Neymar.

In the 12th minute, Neymar played Thomas Muller with fake moves on the wing, cut inside and protruded from the defense of Valencia and Giggs, and led the ball all the way in the face of Alderweireld's defense Into the penalty area, and finally shot from a small angle and hit the side net.

In the next ten minutes, the commentator kept mentioning Neymar.

"It's Neymar again, oh oh oh... another feint, a shot... De Gea makes a crucial save!"

"Neymar again, Messi... Neymar... Iniesta's heel... Neymar shoots!"

Barcelona's extremely oppressive offense made it difficult for Manchester United to play the ball in the backcourt. Both Griezmann and Sun Wu had to come back to help defend, and the counterattack was out of the question.

In the 23rd minute, Neymar stopped the ball after receiving the ball from Harvey, and habitually raised his right foot to do a few feints in the air, but Valencia did not dare to grab it.

But the more he dared not attack, the more arrogant Neymar became. After making a pass back to Harvey, he cleverly passed the ball, passed the ball under Thomas Muller's crotch who was defending, and accelerated to force Break through Valencia!
"Neymar breaks through and is about to enter the penalty area..."

"Di!"

A shrill scream sounded suddenly, and Neymar fell into the penalty area with his calf in his arms, rolling over and over six times in a row...

"Penalty!"

"Referee, isn't this a penalty!"

Sun Wu slowly got up from the lawn and looked coldly at Neymar who was still performing. This guy has a strong desire to perform, but obviously lacks acting skills. He is a star rather than an actor.

Simply put, it's too careless!
"Let's watch the replay... Neymar broke through continuously, and Sun Wu defended and brought Neymar down. It was indeed a foul." Zhan Jun looked at the screen carefully, "But it should not be a penalty kick."

"On the penalty area line." Zhang Lu nodded in agreement, "But it depends on how the referee decides."

After the referee pressed the call button and asked the linesman and the fourth official, he whistled and pointed to the penalty area line, indicating that it was a free kick.

Sun Wu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at Neymar, who was still immersed in his superb acting skills, and suddenly shouted at Valencia: "Anthony, be tougher!"

"Give this shit a little bit of power and see!"

"At his ankles!"

Pique, who had already run over, glared at Sun Wu, stretched out his hand to push his friend away, and turned to complain to the referee.

"Best, be quiet!" The referee nodded, "I think you don't want to go back to the locker room in the first half."

"I didn't encourage my teammates to foul." Sun Wu pretended to be wronged, and explained to Pique in a low voice: "It's just for shit."

"Referee, listen to what he is saying! This is an extremely bad attack!"

Sun Wu pursed his lips and covered his mouth with his hand and retreated. Seeing that the referee didn't notice him, he turned his head and showed a ferocious smile at Neymar who had just got up.

Uh, there is no way, the same sex repels each other, Sun Wu especially dislikes Neymar!
Next, Thomas Muller, Giggs, and Valencia gave Neymar a fierce foul respectively, and only Giggs received a yellow card, which encouraged Manchester United's defensive players and made Neymar start to move .

In the 36th minute, Neymar broke through again on the left. Valencia stretched his legs, and the Brazilian jumped up from Valencia clutching his calf, flipping...eight rolls!

Barcelona players swarmed up and surrounded the referee.

"Diving, definitely diving!" Sun Wu, the grandson of the crowd, shouted loudly, "Anthony never touched him at all!"

Sun Wu is really tired of this guy, he can flop too much, not to mention that Valencia's blocking action is not big, even if it is big, it won't make Neymar feel like an electric shock!
"Best, did you bring your binoculars!?" Rakitic stopped Sun Wu.

After saying this sentence, both Rakitic and Sun Wu felt a little weird... This sentence sounds familiar, uh, by the way, this is the mutual scolding between Sun Wu and Pique in the Champions League final two years ago.

The field was full of excitement. Barcelona players surrounded the referee and asked for a card. Manchester United players squeezed in to complain about Neymar's diving. Motta, who had a deep hatred with Barcelona, ​​​​had already troubled Neymar. The tower was pushed away, and the two sides had already started pushing and shoving.

And the field was also very lively, Pochettino and Martino surrounded the fourth official.

The fourth official stood up straight, staring straight ahead, with a blank expression on his face, and only stretched out his hand to wipe his cheeks from time to time...well, both sides need to be wiped.

Alves, who hates Sun Wu the most in Barcelona, ​​couldn't hold back, and pushed Sun Wu...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Sun Wu took two steps back, one stumbled and fell, and then rolled one after another...

5 consecutive rolls...to the referee!
Along the way, the players on both sides were stunned and gave in one after another... Let Sun Wu roll all the way to the feet of the referee.

Before the referee could react, Sun Wu suddenly jumped up with his hands on the lawn.

"See, that's how he flopped!" Sun Wu pointed to Neymar who just got up and was about to complain in person.

"The exaggerated and uninfectious performance is completely insulting the eyes of the referees!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I want my mother, where is my mother? Oh, in São Paulo, Brazil!"

The scene was silent for three seconds and then the volcano erupted. The Barcelona players were really angry this time. Harvey grabbed Sun Wu's collar with his big eyes, and even Messi squeezed into the crowd to look for Sun Wu. Trouble, Neymar threw off the calm Rakitic and rushed over to Sun Wu.

After the performance, Sun Wu praised in his heart, turned around and hid behind the referee without hesitation.

Martino on the sidelines was extremely angry, while Pochettino seemed a little at a loss... It is said that Best can cause trouble. It was just a rumor before, but this time it was a hit!
Seeing this unusually familiar scene, Zhan Jun coughed twice, and reluctantly said: "Sun Wu is a person with a very high emotional intelligence. He is not only a player, but also an assistant coach..."

Zhang Lu turned his head and stared at his partner with an embarrassing face as if asking... What are you talking about?
Zhan Jun insisted and continued: "Psychological tactics, psychological warfare... This is what the coach is responsible for, right..."

(End of this chapter)