There is a dream called football

Chapter 93

2:2.

If you return to Old Trafford with this score, then Ferguson will have more choices in the second round, either to defend or to attack.

Because if it is 0 to 0 or 1 to 1, Manchester United will be promoted. For Mourinho, this is not the end of the world. He only needs to score 3 points in the away game, so the situation is not bad.

At this moment, Ferguson pointed at the referee at his watch. Later, the old man said in his own words that he did this to put pressure on the referee or the opponent, but this was an away game, and Mourinho was quite dissatisfied with Ferguson's actions.

"What does he mean? Did he start UEFA?" Mourinho growled at the fourth official.

The fans at the scene were not easy to provoke, they booed Ferguson in unison, the fourth official dealt with it, and the two sides stopped.

However, the atmosphere at the scene has reached a highly tense stage. Both parties know that if the score changes even a little bit, it will not be a joke.

At this time, Ronaldo took the ball and faced Valente, he made a fancy rainbow dribble, but in the official game, this was a very controversial move. Sure enough, Valente was enraged and raised his hand to hit Ronaldo in the stomach.

The referee ran over and showed a yellow card, but Valente was still relentless, and he was chattering at Ronaldo.

"Your actions lack respect."

"Lack of respect."

Mourinho was a little worried, the free kick was a bit close, and Valente was obviously irritated, which is not a good thing.

Manchester United's free kick was originally taken by Scholes, but Ronaldo held the ball and pretended to be doing his part.

"Are you sure you want to kick?"

Ronaldo nodded.

It was just a free kick, and Scholes didn't compete. He backed away and gave the opportunity to Ronaldo, who put the ball in place.

Baia guessed it was better to curve the ball around the wall. Li Qiao took aim at Ronaldo, and then looked at Baia. The elevator ball is not popular in this era, and most free kick masters in international football are still in the era of the full moon scimitar.

Li Qiao thought for a while, then ran back and whispered something in Baia's ear.

"You know him?"

"I love watching Premier League games."

Some monks in Bai Ya were puzzled, and to be honest, Li Qiao was acting as a substitute, which was not his responsibility.

Ronaldo placed the ball well, thinking in his heart that he would use a free kick to scare the Portuguese big brother. This kind of free kick must be a popular trend in the future.

The referee blew a whistle to indicate that Ronaldo could kick. He looked very strange in his run-up, which can be said to be unheard of and unseen.

Mourinho is also a little confused, what is this?Such a run-up, is it a free kick like Carlos?

The players in the wall couldn't help but tighten their asses. If it was a free kick like Carlos's, hitting him was no joke, it was fatal.

But no, I saw that Ronaldo drew the bottom of the ball, as if he was drawing the ball from a ping-pong ball, and when he drew the ball up, Mourinho felt a little bit in his heart. If it hits within the range of the goal frame, Baier will definitely not be able to catch it.

Because this kind of goalkeeper may have never seen it before, how could it be possible to make a save, isn't that idiotic?
But Baia is like a prophet, he saves the ball.

Ronaldo covered his head, "How is it possible?"

Baia patted Li Qiao, with gratitude in his eyes, it seems that it is still very important to watch the Premier League more often.

Three long whistles, the game is over, the final score is 2 to 2, both sides are basically satisfied with the result, Mourinho walks towards Ferguson, the two hold each other, but they are both expressionless, the kind that neither accepts the other.

Scholes went to Deco and asked to exchange jerseys. The Brazilian readily agreed, and the players on both sides were still friendly.

Li Qiao wandered alone, hoping that someone would take the initiative to exchange jerseys with him, but obviously he was thinking too much. At this time, Li Qiao, like Ronaldo, had talent, but his reputation was still at the rookie level.

Maniche exchanged jerseys with his fellow countryman Ronaldo. When he returned to the player tunnel, he put on Ronaldo's No. 7. He must not know the future value of this jersey.

At this time, Bai Ya's big hand patted Li Qiao's shoulder.

"Thank you for your last reminder."

"Haha, nothing."

"That kind of free kick is really weird, I can't even judge the ball accurately, it seems to be floating."

The reason why the elevator ball is weird is that the ball path of the banana ball can be judged, but the elevator ball sometimes changes its track.

After returning to the locker room and changing clothes, Mourinho was notified that there was an Englishman making trouble outside the stadium and he needed to deal with it.

Everyone stayed at the stadium for an hour before finally leaving, and it was already early morning when they boarded the bus.

Li Qiao thought of his previous life. After watching the Champions League, it was usually dawn. Hehe, it was a very interesting experience.

Back home, neither Sosa nor Lorinda slept, and Raven was awake at first, but lost to sleepy at the last moment.

"Want something to eat?" Lorinda smiled.

“Sliced ​​cheese would go well with white wine.”

"Haha, I'm getting better at eating."

Good cheese and white wine are indeed a perfect match. This is what Lorinda told Li Qiao.

Sosa chatted excitedly with Li Qiao for a while, but he was still old and fell asleep, leaving only Lorinda and Li Qiao in the living room.

After a few drinks, Lorinda also went back to her room.

Li Qiao patted Lei Wen, but he was like a dead pig, Li Qiao could only carry him back to his room.

Early the next morning, Li Qiao bought a newspaper while running in the morning. There were many reports about the Champions League match, but he was still a supporting role for the time being.

And Deco's post-match score is still the highest, McCarthy is also good, Manchester United's Scholes is the best in the game.

After running back in the morning, he met an old acquaintance again, Sun Lu, the sports weekly newspaper, and Li Qiao knew that he had been investigating him without opening his mouth.

For domestic reporters, Li Qiao is willing to make friends with those who don't brag or criticize. Now that Sun Lu has found out where he lives, he can't hide.

Sun Lu held the press card, "You can check it, we are really a serious media."

Li Qiao looked at it and said with a smile: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, I invite you."

Sun Lu was overjoyed and followed Li Qiao in. The breakfast was simple, high in protein and low in fat, but it was a bit bland for Sun Lu.

Li Qiao said, "I want to make an appointment in three chapters, is that okay?"

"of course."

"I can accept interviews, but the manuscript must be reviewed by me before it can be published. If not, then there is no need to say anything."

(End of this chapter)