Football: Don’t talk about feelings, I’m just an AI

Ferguson was angry;

Furious!

He admitted that being two goals behind his opponent in the 68th minute of the game was a big gap.

but,

This is why you Arsenal are cheering for the championship,

This brings tears to your eyes, Wenger,

What does Mao mean?

The Ferguson hair dryer has machine gun-like output.

First, the water bottle on the side of the pitch was kicked by Ferguson towards Lingard.

"Jesse, why are you dazed? Let me warm up."

Ferguson paused and controlled his temper a little: "Leo (Ferdinand), I need your help. Can you still fight?"

Although Lingard was not hit by the water bottle, he was still frightened. Then he was overjoyed and quickly took off his coat.

Then I heard Ferguson talking to Ferdinand in a completely different tone.

Lingard's eyes were full of envious little stars, and he longed for one day to be "respected" by Sir Alex Ferguson in this way.

Ferdinand hit Ferguson on his left chest: "Boss, I promise you won't regret it after the game."

At the same time, he patted Lingard on the shoulder: "Hurry up, boy! Saving a scene is like putting out a fire, don't wait too long!"

After arranging the substitutions, while Arsenal was celebrating, Ferguson called the players over and gave them another meal.

"You bitches, you are a bunch of shit. You are the worst class I have ever coached. You actually want an old guy who is about to retire to save you? Leo, it's too bad to have teammates like you." Eight lifetimes of bad luck.”

"Time is running out. Should we accept our fate and let our opponents step on our corpses to win the championship, or should we rise up like men and teach Arsenal how to be a man? You choose!"

"Boss, we want to fight!"

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you!"

The Manchester United players shouted: "Boss, we want to fight!"

"A bunch of pussies, sounding like mosquitoes."

So, the Manchester United players shouted louder: "We want to fight!"

The morale-boosting moves are very vulgar and terrible, but the effect is overwhelming.

After a few roars, Manchester United's morale was visibly restored.

"If you are still men, let these damn half-time cheers become Milan's half-time champagne!"

"Go fight, men!"

Under Ferguson's electric wind, there was a hint of ferocity in the eyes of the Manchester United players. Ferguson's words ignited their anger. The glory of the Red Devils cannot be ruined in their own hands. From now on, they must lower their posture, fight with all their strength, and fight to the end. .

"Arsenal, wash your neck!"

The roar of unity echoed to the other side of the court.

Uncle Rice-Pat Rice glanced at Manchester United a few times, and asked Wenger with lingering fear: "Really, don't change the formation? Will and Luke's physical fitness may be exhausted..."

"Pat, our opponent is not them, but Real Madrid. We are four goals behind and need iron-blooded will and unity to create a miracle at the Bernabeu, and Manchester United's counterattack is the first step for us to be tempered into steel. No one can compare They’re a better fit.”

"But if we win Manchester United, we will be the champion tonight. Although we can still lead by three points if we lose, but...what if...will the price be too high?"

"The phoenix needs to be reborn from the ashes. This is an extremely painful process. If a champion can make children become iron-blooded, it is well worth it."

Pat Rice sighed: "Well, I hope you are right. Look, Ferguson's nose is so angry..."

"It's nothing. I'll bet you a glass of wine that when the whistle blows, he will definitely refuse to shake my hand and announce his postponement of retirement at the post-match press conference."

"Haha, I'm looking forward to this bet very much. Don't let me win, otherwise I will hate you forever."

"Oh, by the way, Aaron Ramsey and Vermaelen are still warming up."

"Let them warm up. Don't let Sir Alex know that I want to withdraw my troops at the request of the enemy. How can I maintain his anger?"

"You're so mean, but I like it."

Beep!

The game restarted, Lingard and Ferdinand came on to replace the left and right full-backs - Evra and Rafael da Silva respectively, and Manchester United switched to three defenders.

But Arsenal did not make any substitutions. Ferguson stared at Wenger for two or three seconds and turned to look at the field without seeing anything.

After the whistle blew, Lingard, who had just come on, kicked the football to Van Persie, who knocked back Shinji Kagawa.

Manchester United's formation also quickly spread out at this time.

"Ferguson has taken action. Manchester United is now playing a 361 formation. Only Van Persie is left as a center in the frontcourt. The offensive power seems to be weakened, but in fact it is not. The one who wins the midfield wins the world."

"It seems that Manchester United has not given up. Arsenal has a big test."

On the pitch, Manchester United's midfielder pressed Wilshere, De Bruyne, Arteta... and used short passes to penetrate.

Rooney, who retreated, was like a wolf among the sheep. His tonnage combined with the unique physical confrontation of the Premier League, all the Arsenal midfielders were defeated in one-on-one confrontations.

"Arsenal needs a Fat Tiger or a Professor Boo."

Penguins commentator Zhang Lu pointedly pointed out Arsenal's shortest board for the second time.

His solution is water far away, which cannot save the fire near.

On the court, Arsenal's defenders saw the momentum and quickly strengthened their cooperation with the midfielder, especially the two full-backs Luke Shaw and Aurier, who inserted themselves more frequently at the back.

But it's too late,

Rooney has already gained momentum. This is also a metaphysics on the court. momentum is something invisible and intangible, but it exists objectively.

At this time, Rooney cooperated with Robin van Persie, Shinji Kagawa, Lingard... he could play whatever he wanted, cross movement, short pass penetration, triangle attack, support from the side...

proficient in everything,

The depth of Arsenal's midfield was turned upside down by him.

On the sidelines of the court, Ferguson looked at Wenger again. When the two looked at each other, Ferguson raised his chin proudly.

The meaning is self-evident: I have the upper hand as soon as I change my moves, how awesome is that!

Honest people can be dishonest sometimes, and when they are dishonest, they deserve a beating. Wenger, who has always been very "faced", suddenly made a sign to Ferguson: the number six.

Ferguson's face turned red instantly.

His hands shook even more, and he let out a heavy snort. He no longer looked at Wenger and stared at the court, but his rising and falling belly betrayed his mood.

It was obvious that he was going crazy with Wenger.

On the court, Rooney ran rampant with the ball, and his tank speed was very lethal. Cazorla had no choice but to pull and pull, and received a yellow card.

Wenger's expression changed. What he was most worried about finally happened.

On the court, Arteta expanded his sweeping area and turned as much of the defensive midfielder responsibilities as his own.

Arteta started as a central midfielder at Arsenal.

But Arsenal lacks a qualified midfielder, and Cazorla is better at organizing the midfielder than defending the midfielder.

Wenger had no money and could only play 0.5+0.5=1, so Arsenal often played double midfielders.