number one striker

Chapter 338 you come and I go
There were bursts of cheers at Old Trafford, just like their attack, wave after wave.

The Inter Milan midfielder sent a combination of Motta, Cambiasso and Zanetti. The three of them are more than tough and lack creativity, but Inter Milan's goal is to stabilize the defense, so Leonardo doesn't care about the team's offense.

But 20 minutes into the first half, Inter Milan hadn't even had a shot. On the contrary, Manchester United had already harvested a post, and Cesar's gate was in jeopardy.

Leonardo kept walking back and forth on the sidelines, and Pacini felt that he was about to be dizzy by him.

Cambiasso managed to cut off the pass from Manchester United midfielder Fletcher and was about to counterattack, but was intercepted by the Irishman Gibson.His action was very fierce, and Cambiasso was knocked to the ground by him, but the referee signaled that it was a good shot.

"What the hell?! Is this not a foul?!" Cambiasso really wanted to hit the referee's head with a hammer. This is the Champions League. How can you use the Premier League's law enforcement standard to blow the whistle?

After Gibson successfully intercepted the ball, he handed the ball to Rooney, who retreated to respond. Recently, the England chubby is in very good condition. He also kicked the long-range shot from the center post with heavy feet just now.

"Rooney with the ball in the middle! Zanetti is following him!"

Zanetti, who wanted to use his body to resist Rooney, was surprised to find out why this damned short fat man had such great strength.

No matter how much Zanetti pushed, he couldn't stand up to the strong Rooney. The two just entangled and ran to the front of Inter Milan's penalty area. Zanetti knew that if he ran forward, he would be his own goal.

"Zanetti puts the shovel! Rooney staggered! Didn't fall!"

Lucio hurriedly ran out to block Rooney's breakthrough. With his strong balance ability, he abruptly regained control of the ball from Zanetti's interference.

Seeing the staggering look of his opponent, Lucio thought it was a good chance to steal, but Rooney bent down and poked the ball lightly. The ball passed between Lucio's legs, and the Brazilian was passed!
Rooney strikes!

Ferguson stood up from his seat, but it was a pity that the angle of the kick was too straight, and was blocked by Cesar's fists.

Seeing Ferguson yelling, his assistant Mike Furlan shrugged and said, "Sooner or later we will score."

"Mike, you will be punished for wasting opportunities. I don't want to see the team lose today." Ferguson said without looking back.

Mike Furlan curled his lips, look at Inter Milan, they are almost crushing Manchester United into a piece of cake, even if they are given a chance, it is impossible to score.

The Red Devils fans sang and danced in the stands, the team took the initiative, and their mentality was relatively relaxed, unlike the blue and black fans sitting in the visiting team's fan area, all of them looked dignified.

"Nani's wing breakthrough! Berba!"

"Cesar saves Berba's header! United miss again!"

"Brother Chic" Beba stroked his hair, and Carrick from the outside pushed the ball in, but it was a pity that Beba was offside.

"Pay attention to your position!" Carrick yelled at Berba. The Bulgarian frowned. He didn't like being criticized.

"The game has lasted for 30 minutes! The score is still 0:0! Martin, do you think the first half will end in this rhythm of flowering but not fruiting?"

"It's hard to say! Inter Milan should have slowed down, and Manchester United has been attacking for half an hour, and their physical fitness is also at a critical point. They need to adjust their rhythm. This time period is the easiest time to score goals. Let us see who will become the key man who decides the game!"

Caesar stood on the left side of the team. For half an hour, he had very few chances to touch the ball.

It is not a real defender who is responsible for defending him, but Valencia, who should have played the right midfielder.Perhaps Ferguson wanted Valencia to use speed to control the speed and limit Caesar's offense.

Manchester United did not score a goal, and their offensive gradually slowed down, which also made Caesar gear up.

"I won't let you pass easily." Valencia grabbed Caesar's clothes and expressed his determination to defend.

Caesar secretly wiped his nose and wiped it on Valencia's clothes. At this moment, Inter Milan's first round of attack finally came.

Manchester United launched a frontcourt press in an attempt to keep Inter Milan in their own field.Inter Milan defenders are not stupid, even if I concede a goal, I will not concede it in my own half.

Lucio kicked the ball with a big kick, but Fletcher headed the ball back.Manchester United pressed up immediately, and as a result Rooney was defeated by Cambiasso, and the Argentine decisively kicked the ball to the frontcourt.

Vidic caught the retreating Milito, he turned his head and looked behind him, Smalling was running back with his head sullen.

Who is he chasing?
Soon, Caesar ran into Vidic's field of vision.

Cambiasso's pass did not control the angle well. He wanted to pass it to Caesar, but kicked it to the middle.

However, Caesar did not give up. He immediately opened Valencia's hand holding his clothes with his hand, and then rushed to the middle at high speed.

Valencia Second reacted quickly and immediately caught up.

Smalling also swung his long legs and ran towards the goal, and the three arrived at the scene almost at the same time.

"The ball fell!"

This kind of high-altitude ball coming from behind is the most difficult to stop, especially when there are two people who keep harassing you.

Caesar supported the tall Smalling with all his strength, then raised his left hand, carried Valencia on his shoulders, and received the ball smoothly.

"What?" Ferguson jumped up immediately, staring at the door nervously.

Both of you can't handle a Caesar? !

Van der Sar opened his arms, facing Caesar's stab shot after stopping the ball, he rose into the air and threw the ball with one palm.

Old Trafford gave a shot of amazement. This ball can be regarded as making them full of confidence, and they calmed down for a while.

Caesar rubbed his hair regretfully, he could have helped the team regain their passiveness.

The corner kick was taken, Lucio stared the ball high into the stands, and Inter Milan's attack was over.

Valencia walked forward, staring at Caesar.

Is this guy so powerful?
Under the double-teaming of me and Smalling, I calmly stopped the ball and hit the goal, and my movements were not sloppy.

Be careful, don't let him get this chance again.

Two minutes later, Inter Milan had another great opportunity.

Manchester United's offense was frustrated, Motta received a pass from Cambiasso after stealing the ball, and immediately turned to Biabiani on the right.

Biyabiani raced at a high speed, and Evra was in hot pursuit.

As a result, Biabiani did not go all the way to the end, but hit the ball across the middle halfway, and Caesar moved here to respond.

Valencia watched Caesar receive the ball and was still thinking about the opponent's next move. As a result, Caesar didn't stop the ball and went straight to the middle, then turned around and completed a 90° turn, and rushed towards the goal.

As soon as Milito made the ball, Caesar, who got rid of Valencia, immediately blasted the goal vigorously.

The ball drew an outer arc and flew out against the goal post, causing the fans of Old Trafford to exclaim again.

(End of this chapter)