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Chapter 217 Heart of a Champion Fighting at Old Trafford! ! !
January 2009, 1, Manchester, Old Trafford.

The sky above the 'Dream Theater' is already full of lava heat, and the boiling atmosphere in the stands at Old Trafford made 1 fans forget the winter cold——
The fans wore scarves, ball caps, and sang the team anthem, the passionate song of 'Come on, Red Devils', burning above Old Trafford, a sea of ​​red...
This is one of the most famous fantasy stadiums in Europe. At Old Trafford, the fighting power of the Red Devils can be increased by at least 20 percentage points. The heroic spirit of Busby's children is constantly guarding this green holy land above the stadium! ! !

"Today's Old Trafford is full, the fans are so enthusiastic, I want to go down and kick my feet." Lineker looked at the crazy stands, as if recalling the passionate green years .

"Gary, I don't think the old Scottish man would refuse to have a shooter like you." Old man Wilson laughed and joked.

'An old Scot? '

Mr. Wilson is indeed a native of Leeds United...

However, Mr. Wilson's words are not without reason——
You know, as a famous striker in the history of England, Lineker has a proud record, that is, he has never received a yellow card or a red card in his entire career, so he was nicknamed "Mr. Innocent" , and in his career, Lineker has successively played for Leicester City, Everton, Barcelona, ​​Tottenham and Nagoya Orca eight teams, but he has never played for Manchester United, which is also considered a pity by the Red Devils fans .

"Haha, Ferguson wouldn't want me as an old guy." Lineker said with a laugh, his voice revealed nostalgia for the past and pride in his career. Indeed, as the banner of Tottenham Hotspur , and Barcelona's former 'Clasico' hero, Lineker has reason to be proud of his career.

The game has not yet started, and the athletes from both sides have not yet entered the arena. The mood of the two commentators seems to be relaxed and happy because of the Christmas holiday. Before the start of the match where sparks hit the earth, there is not much smell of gunpowder.

At this time, the English Premier League standings for the 2008-2009 season so far were displayed on the big screen in the stadium. The points situation——
until the [-]th round

1、切尔西，14胜5平1负，进45球失11球，净胜球34球，积分47分；
2、利物浦，13胜6平1负，进35球失13球，净胜球22球，积分45分；
3、曼联，13胜5平2负，进33球失10球，净胜球23球，积分44分；
4、阿斯顿维拉，11胜5平4负，进33球失22球，净胜球11球，积分38分；
5、阿森纳，9胜6平5负，进42球失33球，净胜球9球，积分33分；
"This will be the best chance for Manchester United to catch up with Chelsea. I believe Ferguson will not let go of this opportunity."

"Of course, the Chelsea people will not give up such an opportunity to widen the gap with Manchester United. After all, the knockout stage of the Champions League is about to start. If we can establish a leading advantage in the league as soon as possible, it will undoubtedly be for, For Chelsea, it's very important."

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Over the Old Trafford Stadium, Manchester United's on-site commentator, the crazy voice is roaring——
"This is a great team with an ancient dynasty history, her blood is red, and her heart is also flowing with the bright red blood, giving out the strongest cry!!!"

"Come on!! Red Devil!!!"

Boom! !
From the main stand at Old Trafford, there was a roar that could trigger a tsunami in the English Channel! ! !

In the player tunnel at Old Trafford, players from both sides stood in two rows, staring at each other, looking south at Cristiano Ronaldo, just as the Portuguese was also looking at him, two pairs of fighting eyes, With a cold light, he quickly moved away...

There was a thunderous noise in the stadium, and Xiang Nan felt his blood start to flow faster, and his chest heaved sharply. This is the clarion call of battle, and this is Old Trafford——
'I want to conquer here! ! ! ! '

Xiang Nan felt deep in his soul, there was a voice roaring! ! !

The referee looked at his watch and nodded to the two assistant referees.

The 22 fighters immediately strode forward and rushed out of the player tunnel——
"Huh huh huh huh huh!!!!"

Over Old Trafford, there was a roar like thunder... The battle is about to start...

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"The players are on the field!! The game is about to start, and the atmosphere in the stadium is already boiling. Let's take a look at the starting rosters of both sides..."

The starting lists of both sides were also displayed on the big screen at Old Trafford——
Chelsea starting lineup (4-5-1):
Goalkeeper: 1-Cech;

Defenders: 17-Bosingwa, 6-Carvalho, 26-Terry, 3-Ashley Cole;

中场：12-米克尔、10-乔•科尔、8-兰帕德、13-巴拉克、20-德科；

Forward: 9-Andre;
Manchester United starting lineup (4-4-2):
Goalkeeper: 1-Van der Sar;
Defenders: 2-Gary Neville, 15-Vidic, 23-Evans, 3-Evra;
Midfield: 24-Fletcher, 11-Gigs, 13-Park Ji-sung, 7-Cristiano Ronaldo;

Forwards: 9-Berbatov, 10-Rooney;

"Chelsea adopted a 4-5-1 formation. On the forward line, only Andre was used as a striker. This is the first time Chelsea has used this formation. I don't know how it works?!!!"

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Dudu Dudu! !

England's golden whistle Boll a whistle, Berbatov knocked the ball back to Rooney, in the deafening cheers of Old Trafford, the game began.

At the beginning of the game, Manchester United relied on their home advantage to launch a wave of offensive towards Chelsea's penalty area.

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Cristiano Ronaldo got the ball in the midfield, facing Mikel's defense, using his skillful technique, shaking his feet, suddenly accelerated, passing by Mikel's side, just at the moment when the Nigerian teenager kicked out , with a push with his right foot, the ball landed at Rooney's feet.

Manchester United's chubby man made some adjustments, walked along the right side of the penalty area, took two steps towards the middle, and suddenly made a beautiful through ball, and the ball reached Berbatov's feet on the left side of the penalty area! !
Danger! !! !!

The Bulgarian's sudden advance completely tore through Chelsea's defense! !

Great shot! !

"Dangerous!!! Empty!!!"

In the exclamation of Mr. Wilson, the Bulgarian lifted his right foot and shot a rubbing shot without any strength at all.The ball was directly held in Cech's arms, and the Czech broke out in a cold sweat! !

"Berbatov's state is still so sluggish!!! The Bulgarian missed an excellent scoring opportunity!!" Lineker couldn't help but sighed.

"This is simply a shot opportunity that is more difficult to score than to score. It is so wasted. I can imagine Ferguson's jump!!!!" Mr. Wilson said, Bi Lineker said, It was much more mean, and couldn't help but tease.

Uh... the same sentence, with a different mouth, when you say it, the taste is different! !
However, the live broadcast obviously resonated with Mr. Wilson. When Berbatov's weak shot was firmly hugged by Petr Cech, the scene quickly switched to Manchester United's bench. What appeared in the camera was Ferguson's big expressionless face and red nose in winter.

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Manchester United's offense wave after wave, opportunities followed one after another, Chelsea was completely suppressed in the half, Chelsea's midfield was completely suppressed, and Xiang Nan had to return to his own half many times.

In the 21st minute of the game, Manchester United attacked.

Fletcher gave the ball to the veteran Ryan Giggs on the left. Giggs suddenly pulled horizontally, shook off Mikel's tackle, and began to accelerate along the left. A clean and beautiful change of direction, Breaking through Lampard's defense, facing Ballack's grab, passed the ball to Cristiano Ronaldo in front.

After receiving the ball, Manchester United's No. 7 took a little control, and faced Bosingwa's attack, he kept shaking his feet.

Bosingwa kept retreating, trying to seize an opportunity to make a move.

Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly leaned forward and pulled his right foot. At the moment Bosingwa stepped out, he accelerated and broke through the defense of Chelsea's right back.

Over Old Trafford, thunderous applause! ! !
"Great job!! Cristiano!! Smash the Londoner's PY!!!"

After Manchester United's No. 7 broke through, he passed the ball into the penalty area with a beautiful arc——
Berbatov squeezed away Carvalho who was defending beside him, leaped high, and made a beautiful movement of shaking his head to attack the goal. The ball spun quickly and flew towards the upper right corner of the goal...

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!"

Ferguson is already jumping up and ready to celebrate! !

"clang!!!!!!!"

The home team's goal was denied by the goalposts, and the main stand at Old Trafford was filled with sighs, then wild applause...

"Berbatov's luck is too bad!! This is simply terrible!!!" Lineker looked at the Bulgarian who was holding his head in frustration, and said regretfully.

"Counterattack!! Opportunity to counterattack!! Andre!!! GO!!! GO!!!!" Mr. Wilson suddenly roared, his high-pitched voice squeezed his lungs instantly...
In the fantasy theater at Old Trafford, a blue figure was running fast, and in the midair not far in front of him was a black and white elf...

chase…

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