That familiar feeling again—Manchester United's counterattacks were defined above all by speed.
"Go!"
Tang Ye called out. Ousmane Dembélé quickly pushed forward, ready at any moment to support Marcus Rashford.
Naturally, Rashford did not hesitate either. After receiving the ball, he adjusted on the spot.
Push forward!
Cooper and Koch almost simultaneously began retreating, one directly ahead and the other diagonally ahead, preparing to close Rashford down together.
Koch slowed slightly and retreated sideways, forcing Rashford to slow down as well.
"Get up there!"
B. Fee shouted, signaling for Rashford to head toward the left byline.
But Rashford did not take B. Fee's advice. The Manchester United forward slowed down further before finally stopping in place.
A pass back to Dembélé!
Dembélé had the ball now!
Whoosh!
He first dragged the ball across the grass. Facing the defender, Dembélé threw in a series of feints, then accelerated and cut inside the instant the defender lost his balance.
"Oh!"
Fuck!
The defender yanked Dembélé to the ground.
That was a foul!
But before falling, Dembélé successfully returned the ball to Rashford, so Manchester United still had their attacking opportunity.
After his earlier hesitation, Rashford was finally more decisive this time, driving the ball toward the penalty area himself.
"Hit it directly!"
"Shoot, shoot!"
"Rashford, shoot!"
The fans roared as Rashford set his body and unleashed a shot.
Smack!
The ball struck Struijk.
It bounced out!
B. Fee and Koch fought for the loose ball!
Although B. Fee was lean and not particularly tall, he was indeed extremely active on the pitch.
Bang!
B. Fee and Koch collided.
Neither of them reached the ball, and it ultimately dropped into open space.
!!
Tang Ye accelerated toward it.
Koch charged over too!
Hey!
Tang Ye got there first, flicking the ball up with