green showman

Chapter 865
The atmosphere in the locker room was depressing.

We have only lost 2 games so far this season, and one of them is the last round of the Champions League, which is irrelevant. Is it possible to lose the third game today, which is also the most critical game of the season?
Falling behind 0 to 2 at halftime, for the current Manchester United team, it is still a unique experience.

Half of the eyes fell on the head coach Pochettino, and the other half's eyes fell on Sun Wu, whose head was half down.

"At the beginning of the second half, there was a high-position press. Coleman, you should not insert too much. In addition, Herrera, you should pay attention to filling the gap behind Schneiderlin."

"If you can get a goal back in a short time, take it back and defend for the last 10 minutes..."

"Griezmann and Best are cut off, you have to move closer in the second half and don't pull sideways frequently..."

Pochettino was making tactical deployments, and Sun Wu endured and refrained from speaking until the other party finished speaking and signaled Sun Wu, the captain, with his eyes to boost morale.

Sun Wu walked slowly to the center of the locker room, turned around slowly, and glanced slowly over every teammate, "We will play 10 games in 4 days, except for the two Champions League knockout games, there will also be the Manchester Derby, and the red-blue battle ..."

"Many people think that this is the devil's race, but I don't think so. There are not only devils on this road, but also flowers...Although the flowers are far away from us, we can see and smell them."

"I never thought the path to the league title, the Champions League would be smooth."

"It may not be OK to survive the past, but it will definitely collapse if it fails!"

"To win honors and win championships, there has never been a road without ups and downs and only flowers."

"On this road, defeat all the devils, go through all the ups and downs, and touch those flowers with your own hands."

Sun Wu's words slowly flowed in the locker room, but the next moment, his voice became violent.

"So, what are we doing!"

"45 minutes in the first half, this is a disgrace to 11 people!"

"It's me, Lukaku, Herrera, Griezmann, Thomas Müller... all shame!"

"Herrera!" Sun Wu yelled loudly: "Is the 19% possession rate frustrating you?"

Before Herrera could answer, Sun Wu continued to roar loudly: "Why are you so gentle with that kid? Is he your lover!?"

"It's unimaginable, Coleman, you were under so much defensive pressure in the first half, but you were so elegant, and you didn't foul a single time!"

"And Schneiderlin, I Best, Griezmann..."

"In the 45 minutes of the first half, there were only three fouls, and it didn't cause any dissatisfaction from the opponent. The referee's yellow card left at home will not have any impact on the penalty!"

"This is Old Trafford, this is the Manchester derby, this is the biggest game of the season!"

Sun Wu waved his fists and walked back and forth quickly in the locker room, "I never thought that a burst of talk can make a player's state crazily improved. To defeat an opponent requires precise pre-match deployment and a suitable tactical system!"

"But in this game, if you want to regain the situation, what do you want?!"

Sun Wu stared at the teammates in front of him with wide eyes, and there was complete silence on the other side.

"It's a man, it's a man!"

"11 strong and fearless men!"

"You went to bed and found that the woman was still wearing clothes, what should I do?"

"Do you want to persuade her to take off her clothes and pants by herself?"

"Of course it is to tear her clothes, take off her pants, and let her lie on the bed and stick her butt up!"

Sun Wu's tyrannical roar echoed in the locker room, the faces of the Manchester United players on the opposite side were flushed, and their hands couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Now everyone knows what to do in the second half?"

"Shovel them, hit them, use whatever method you can to stop them!"

"We were gentle in the first half. This was our mistake. In the second half, we turned our previous gentleness into an advantage. You must know that we don't have a single yellow card now, and the three substitutions are useless!"

"We don't need to press high, we fight them in the midfield!"

"Just do it!"

"Defeat them in the manliest way possible!"

Watching Sun Wu lead his teammates out of the locker room, Mike Phelan glanced at Pochettino out of the corner of his eye, hey, this guy seems to be absolutely unwilling to renew his contract.

Mike Phelan is clear in his heart. Sun Wu and Pochettino have had conflicts for a long time. It happened before and after the first Manchester derby this season. The conflict was temporarily eased.

Pochettino tried every means to limit Sun Wu's authority in the team, and Sun Wu didn't seem to care, but turned around and made his sister Sun Fei the agent of Shaqiri and Rashford.

In this Manchester Derby, Pochettino wanted to strive for a draw, which he thought could be done, but Sun Wu thought the possibility was too small, and Guardiola's tactics were more refined than last season.

Pochettino is thinking about this whole devil's schedule, and Sun Wu is the same. He believes that relying on defense is impossible to defend, especially when facing Guardiola, once the Manchester Derby is lost, it is likely to collapse.

Although Sun Wu's suggestion was not adopted, he didn't make any fuss...until the first half was 0-2 behind, 19% ball possession rate, no red or yellow card record in 45 minutes, and only 3 fouls, which became the fuse search.

Just now Pochettino asked the players to press high at the beginning of the game, but Sun Wu emphasized that the press should be placed in the midfield and high press is not allowed... Don't even think about it, just look at the expressions on the players' faces, Mike Phelan knows they will choose who.

Having a headache, Mike Phelan considered going to Ferguson after the game... But he also knew that it was useless, and he couldn't think of any head coach in the world who could control Sun Wu.

Even Guardiola turned his face on Sun Wu...

"The Manchester United players finally played, and they were delayed for at least five or six minutes." Zhan Jun was a little surprised, "Look...it seems that there is no substitution."

"Really not." Zhang Lu was also a little surprised, "In the first half, he was so passive, but Pochettino didn't make any substitutions. In fact, there were people on the bench. Mane, Januzaj, and Shaqiri were all very fast. Able to put pressure on Manchester City's defence."

Pochettino sat on the coach's bench with a blank expression, and there was silence around him. Even Miguel, who talked the most, kept his mouth tightly shut.

"Di!"

"The second half started, Sun Wu made a direct long pass... an aimless pass, and Bravo confiscated the ball."

Guardiola on the sidelines sensitively sensed that something was wrong. In his opinion, Sun Wu is a very purposeful guy, and he doesn't care about anything other than winning or losing.

But with so few touches up front in the first half, giving up possession so quickly in the second half...was obviously unreasonable.

2 minutes later, Guardiola jumped up!
Sterling fought Fernandinho on the left and went forward. Thomas Muller, who was thrown off, rushed up at high speed and aimed at Sterling with a brutal charge!
"Beep!" Atkinson's whistle sounded.

Thomas Muller immediately put on a smiling face, and then apologized sincerely... This is a bit difficult.

Although Erwa is not considered strong, Sterling has already turned over the billboard and fell outside with such a speed bump.

Guardiola waved his hand violently, and turned his head to look at Manchester United's coaching bench in annoyance... Then he was stunned, he felt that the colleagues next door were all moved out of the wax man's hall, all of them were expressionless!

(End of this chapter)