Time flew, as though pushing everyone along.
In the blink of an eye,
the FA Cup final had arrived!
Wembley Stadium.
It was vast and magnificent.
The stands, with room for ninety thousand spectators, were divided into red and blue.
"Zhuangdian'er TV! Zhuangdian'er TV! Good evening, everyone."
"Welcome to our live coverage of the 2016–17 FA Cup final."
"Manchester United versus Chelsea!"
"The Red Devils versus the Blues!"
"Li Luo showed no signs of slowing down. Could he lead Manchester United to another title tonight?"
"The camera turned to Chelsea manager Conte on the touchline. Had he learned his lesson, or would Ancelotti outmaneuver him again?"
The starting lineups
came as a slight surprise to everyone: Manchester United had not fielded their strongest eleven.
Goalkeeper: De Gea.
Defenders: Valencia, Smalling, Jones, Luke Shaw.
Midfielders: Fellaini, Schneiderlin, Li Luo.
Forwards: Lingard, Januzaj, Rashford.
Chelsea, meanwhile, had made only one change since their last meeting: veteran Terry had replaced David Luiz, the defensive liability.
The match was fierce.
The tempo was suffocating, and the challenges had a real edge to them.
Chelsea refused to sit back and take it.
Their defending had returned to its usual standard, perhaps even surpassed it.
They pressed hard in midfield and counterattacked sharply, putting Manchester United under pressure again and again.
The two sides traded blows, the momentum swinging back and forth.
"Luke Shaw sends a pinpoint long ball! Li Luo takes it down with his back to goal in the middle! Brilliant hold-up play! He lowers his center of gravity and shields it perfectly. Kanté can't get near the ball!"
"Li Luo has had to work hard tonight with this rotated lineup around him."
"Beautiful!"
"He rolls the ball under his foot and turns the other way. So smooth."
"Kanté's weight goes the