"1:0, Manchester United leads at their home court."

"The arrogant Barcelona is behind."

"Dong, the 10th Champions League goal. He is the leader in the scorer list, and he surpasses Shevchenko."

Rijkaard pouted from the field and shook his head. The ball was so depressed that he threw it. Even if a defender rushed back to make up for defense, he would not lose the ball. There were so many people behind him, why did Dong Fangzhuo make a shot?

Of course, he just nagged a few words in his heart. In fact, he knew very well that Dong Fangzhuo was too fast. When he rushed over and shot, no one else could keep up.

"Barcelona players still underestimated Dong. If it were in the Premier League, Dong would probably be difficult to get such an opportunity, because the Premier League teams know him and would never give him a chance to get such a bargain. Manchester United has a routine in their attack now. When others shoot, Dong Zong will rush up as soon as possible. No matter whether the opponent loses his hand or not, he will do this. He will never miss such an opportunity. Unfortunately, Rijcard and his Barcelona have not summarized it."

"Pyol is the closest player to Dong, but his attention is on Ronaldo's long shot, and he didn't expect Dong to run to make a follow-up shot. Dong just happened to be the opposite. He focused on the follow-up shot, not on Ronaldo's shot. This is the most basic difference."

"If Dong can lead Manchester United to the finals, then he has the hope of entering the top three of the Golden Ball next year? It's crazy to think about it, it's like dreaming, of course, if he fails, he's nothing."

"1:0, Manchester United is moving towards their finals. In stoppage time, Manchester United changed their fate, and Barcelona lost the ball due to captain Puyol's carelessness."

Beep—

At the end of the half, Manchester United fans immediately cheered, as if they had won the game.

C Luo hugged Dong Fangzhuo's shoulder and walked down.

"This ball is my assist."

"This is also an assist? I clearly saved you..."

"Pooh!"

Their mentality is quite relaxed now, and they are talking and laughing. Ferguson frowned. Maybe everyone is too relaxed. This is just halftime, and there are still 45 minutes left.

Milan's Champions League final last year was a lesson, not to mention that now it is not just a 90-minute game, but also a 90-minute away game. Ferguson will not be blindly optimistic.

So in the locker room, Ferguson immediately stopped their excitement and optimism.

"The advantage of a ball is nothing."

"Our nerves are still tense, and they will definitely counterattack wildly in the second half. We will encounter more and more difficulties than in the first half."

"We must be prepared to fight to the death!"

Meeting in the player channel again, the expression on the Barcelona players' faces was no longer as relaxed as in the first half. Being behind made them frown tightly, and their faces looked like their parents were dead. However, there was still a light in their eyes, and falling behind would not make them confident.

Just as the second half began, Iniesta handed the ball to Ronaldinho. After the start, he forcibly broke through the left side of the Manchester United penalty area, making a fuss, and the ball was as if it had life under his feet. Seeing Neville being confused by him, Vidic and Ferdinand intercepted the ball.

Ronaldinho almost destroyed Manchester United's defense.

But Ronaldinho suddenly smiled, and the corners of his mouth were so abrupt.

What did he laugh at?

Vidic was surprised, and he was still laughing when he was intercepted?

Could it be that he wants to say that Manchester United's defense is just like this?

Vidic doesn't understand what the smile of the World Footballer means...

Soon, Manchester United made a ground attack, and Park Ji-sung and Carrick cooperated with two and one, dribbling the ball to Barcelona on the right. This time, Park Ji-sung did not hand the ball to Ronaldo, but chose to pass the ball to Rooney, who was supporting in the middle.

Rooney was allocating Giggs, who cleverly rubbed the ball at the top of the penalty area!

Manchester United plays so delicately!

Dong Fangzhuo, who was originally entangled with Puyor in the middle, quickly led Puyor to Marcos when his teammates cooperated, and tried to use Marcos to dismantle Puyor's defense. This move was particularly effective. Dong Fangzhuo always believed that although the defense of the two people was tighter, the two people were often timid. If they were not in good cooperation, more loopholes would be revealed.

So is now!

Marcos was stunned, while Puyol was slowing down!

Dong Fangzhuo suddenly braked suddenly, turned around in reverse, and rushed to the right side of the penalty area.

Giggs' passing that he understood was passing to him!

Ah, damn it, he escaped again! Puyol cursed in his heart and chased him back.

But it was still half a beat slower.

Dong Fangzhuo has already broken into the right side of the penalty area!

call--

Puyol fell to the ground without hesitation and tried to stop Dong Fangzhuo from shooting.

But Dong Fangzhuo swept his right foot in the air, but did not shoot, but instead passed across the other side.

"Rooney!"

"Oh, damn, this ball!"

"I didn't even enter!"

Rooney grabbed the ball 5 meters in front of the goal, but missed the opportunity to change the score with Edmilson's interference.

"Unbelievable, this ball didn't make the ball, Edmilson had a small move on his hand."

When Rooney covered her head and was upset, Valdes had already put the ball on the small penalty area line and served the ball quickly!

Barcelona made a quick counterattack. Jiuli took off the ball passed by Valdes while running, and then hit Manchester United directly behind. Etoo instantly counterattacked the ball successfully.

But Juli's passing power was too great, and Etoo almost rushed to the bottom line before he caught the ball back, and Manchester United's middle was already filled with people. But Etoo still kicked the ball with almost no angle.

In the end the ball was raised above the crossbar...

"Etoo is almost suffocating this game? Although he has played out his speed advantage, he doesn't have much room to play. All he has left is the bottom line!"

"But it is undeniable that Barcelona continues to take over the game. Now their possession rate has reached 57% and Manchester United has lost control of the midfield. Ronaldinho often returns to the middle and teammates to control the midfield."

"Now, Barcelona's No. 24 Iniesta has a large running range, and he actually ran from the left to the right."

At that time, the young Iniesta was indeed very capable of running, covering almost all corners of the midfield.

At this time, he passed the ball low on the right to Ronaldinho in the middle. Park Ji-sung really didn't dare to pounce, so that Ronaldinho could calmly take the ball and turn around in place!

At this time, Park Ji-sung was attached to Ronaldinho's side.

Ronaldinho pulled the ball with his left foot, and turned around again with his butt sticking out. Park Ji-sung was pushed by his fat ass, and he couldn't control his body and fell to the ground.

It seems that every part of Ronaldinho is a weapon...

Ronaldinho turned around again and shook his right calf and rubbed out an extremely accurate overhead ball!

A graceful arc passed Vidic and Ferdinand, Etoo was still in place, but Jiuli had quickly penetrated to the left side of the penalty area in the gap in the forest. Six meters in front of the goal, Jiuli volleyed with a confident left foot at a small angle!

Van der Sar threw down in time, but the ball still flew into the goal from his armpit!

1:1!

Barcelona tied the score.

“goooooal!”

"Ah, damn it, the score is tied!"
Chapter completed!