September 7, Carrington Training Ground.
On the first day Zhang Kuang returned to Manchester, he was called to the office by Ferguson.
"Zhang, sit down." Ferguson pointed to the chair.
Zhang Kuang Sit down.
Ferguson looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"The transfer window is closed. Next, I want to see you in full condition. In the next games, I will not replace you without special reasons, but only if you are a constant threat.
Zhang, turn your status to full, I want to see how strong you are and let everyone know your strength again."
Zhang Kuang's eyes lit up.
"Got it, BOSS, I will definitely let you and everyone get to know me again. Just wait and see."
September 8, Carrington Training Ground.
Team training matches.
Ferguson placed Zhang Kuang on the main team, and the opponent was the substitute team.
Before the game started, Ferguson called Zhang Kuang aside.
"I won't restrict you today," he said. "You can play as much as you want. You will count as many as you score."
Zhang Kuang smiled, "BOSS, are you sure?"
"OK."
The game started, and then Ferguson strictly required that the process and results of this internal training match must be kept confidential and cannot be disclosed to anyone.
But Manchester United's entire team looked at Zhang Kuang in a different way, feeling as if they were meeting a non-human being.
Especially the players in the midfield and backfield shook their heads, and Van der Sar kept rubbing their hands.
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September 11, Goodison Park Stadium.
Premier League In the fourth round, Manchester United challenged Everton away from home.
Before the game, Ferguson announced the starting lineup in the locker room.
433.
Goalkeeper Van der Sar, defenders Rafael, Ferdinand, Vidić, Evra, midfielder Fletcher, Scholes, Giggs, forward Zhang Kuang, Rooney, Berbatov.
"Everyone is firing on all cylinders today." Ferguson said, "Three rounds have passed. Although we are temporarily ranked first with 9 points, Chelsea and Manchester City, who are ranked second, both have 7 points. They are very tight and cannot tolerate any mistakes on our part.
Even if we draw one game, we may fall. Once we fall in the Premier League standings, it will be extremely difficult to climb up. So, everyone, you must continue to win. Zhang, let go of your firepower and go for it with all your strength."
The whole team looked at Zhang Kuang.
Zhang Kuang made an OK gesture to indicate that there was no problem.
"I'm not worried about the team's offense now. What I'm worried about is our midfield and backfield. We both conceded two goals against Fulham, which means there's a big problem with our defense. Everton will not be worse than Fulham. So, keep an eye on the midfielder and backfield! If you concede the ball again, wait for the punishment I've prepared for you. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, BOSS!"
Goodison Park Stadium, more than 40,000 seats, all packed.
This is one of the oldest stadiums in Premier League. It was built in 1892, eighteen years earlier than Old Trafford. The stands are very close to the stadium, and the fans' breathing can be heard on the field.
Everton fans are known for being "difficult". Their slogan is not "Come on", but "Blues, kill them", which is simple, crude and unabashed.
Today, their goal is clear: Zhang Kuang.
"Who does that China person think he is? Cristiano Ronaldo?"
"Cristiano Ronaldo didn't score a goal even in Goodison Park!"
"If he scores a goal today, I'll drink this beer, including the cup!"
A bald man held up a beer glass and shouted to his companions.
The companion glanced at him. "The last time you said this, Drogba scored two."
"That's different! Drogba is the Beast. Who is this China person?"
"He scored six in four games."
The bald man was silent for two seconds, and then said, "... Then I'll chew the cup and swallow it."
The whistle sounded.
The game begins.
Manchester United kicks off.
Zhang Kuang stood on the left side and took a deep breath.
This is the first time Ferguson has completely let go of him. There are no restrictions, no "low-key", and no "kick-back".
He wanted to see how many he could score.
"Viewers, welcome to the top event program. Today we bring you the fourth round of Premier League, Everton vs. Manchester United.
Team Everton currently has 2 points from one draw and two losses, ranking 18th. Manchester United has 9 points from 3 wins and is ranked first. Although it is a match between the top and the second to last, everyone knows that Everton's ranking is unreal. His real position is between 5th and 10th..."
The voice of He Wei sounded, and many fans sat in front of the TV to watch the new round of Premier League competition.
Zhang Kuang has become the hottest new star in the hearts of China fans this year. Not only is he handsome, but he also has superb football skills. He needs both technique and body, and he needs body and body to score goals.
Not only male fans across the country like to watch Zhang Kuang's games, but even many female fans also like to watch them.
Who doesn't want to see a handsome guy? Besides, he can also give women that kind of hormonal handsome guy?
After watching Zhang Kuang play football, they can live a happy life for one night. First, they eat and drink at a barbecue stall and watch the game, then they fantasize about Zhang Kuang, and finally, after the game, they are so excited that they can spend the whole night with the men around them.
In short, Zhang Kuang is very good now. The ratings of CCTV-5 have reached 5.88%, which is quite explosive.
It's a pity that Zhang Kuang can't share the money with this ratings. If he could share the money, he would be a billionaire by the minute.
In the third minute, Zhang Kuang took the ball from the left.
Everton's right back Tony Hibbert came forward. Today, he and the 1.94-meter midfielder Mali us Fellaini guarded Zhang Kuang.
Hibbert is a thirty-two-year-old veteran with rich experience, strong body and not slow. His nickname is "The Nail" because he is as difficult to deal with as the Nail.
Since it was a trap, the important thing was the word 'pin'. They wanted to trap Zhang Kuang, but it was a pity that Zhang Kuang didn't give these two big men a chance to trap him - he felt a little flustered and disgusted by the two big men trapping him.
Therefore, Zhang Kuang accelerated directly without testing.
He moved his left foot and tilted his body to the left, pretending to take the outside line. The moment Hibbert shifted his center of gravity, Zhang Kuang dunked the ball back, pushed it with his right foot, and passed it from the inside line.
Hibbert reached out and pulled, but didn't hold on. He felt like his hand was holding on to a running bull.
"Fake!" Hibbert cursed and turned around to chase after him.
The 1.94-meter Mali us·Fellaini also ran over like an old tractor with thick smoke. He hadn't even clipped it on yet. Zhang Kuang slipped away. How could this work?
Zhang Kuang broke into the penalty area, and Everton's central defender, Netherlands general Johnny Heitinga, came over to defend.
Heitinga is experienced and did not make a hasty move. Instead, he blocked the inside line and forced Zhang Kuang to take the outside line. His expression was very calm, but he was cursing in his heart. The speed of this China man was too fast. He, a middle-aged man, could not withstand such speed.
"Quick, come here, I can't bear it." Heitinga shouted towards Hibbert and Fellaini.
But before he could wait for Hibbert and Fellaini to come over, he fell to the ground with an 'ah' sound, twitching all over and looking like he was wilting.
Zhang Kuang knocked him down as soon as Zhang Kuang got rid of it. As soon as Heitinga fell down, the gap through the goal was revealed.
Zhang Kuang didn't hesitate and shot straight to the near corner.
Everton's goalkeeper Tim Howard flew to save the ball. His fingertips touched the ball. The ball changed direction and flew out of the baseline after grazing the post.
Corner kick.
"Holy shit, I'm already fast and accurate, but I haven't cum yet?" Zhang Kuang scolded her angrily.
"Zhang Kuang's shot!" Martin·Tyler of Sky Sports shouted, "Almost! Howard's save was wonderful! United States is in good condition today!"
"Zhang Kuang reminds me of Rooney who played for Everton back then." Partner Rob Hawthorn said, "Same explosive power, same unstoppable."
"It's different." Martin·Tyler said, "Rooney wasn't so strong back then."
He Wei waxed poetic in CCTV-5's studio. "Zhang Kuang's breakthrough is like an unsheathed sword, cutting through the night sky of Goodison Park."
Hibbert stood in front of him, like straw blown by the wind, bending down, but unable to block the footsteps of the wind."
Xu Yang answered, "Teacher He, your poem makes me want to cry."
"Don't cry, the game has just begun."
Zhang Kuang shook his head, turned around and ran towards the goal edge of the penalty area. Now Hibbert and Fellaini sandwiched him, one hugged his waist and the other hugged his arm.
Fellaini cursed, "Fake, it's so hard, I can't stand it."
Giggs took a corner kick and the ball flew forward.
Zhang Kuang suddenly started from the back point, threw away Hibbert, carried Fellaini, and rushed to meet the ball on the line of the small penalty area.
The ball hit the goal hard.
1:0.
In the third minute, Zhang Kuang scored.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Martin·Tyler's voice was heartbreaking, "Zhang Kuang! It's Zhang Kuang again! Three minutes into the game, he scored with a header! His Premier League goals have reached seven! Seven goals in four games!"
"This is a standard 'Zhang Kuang-style' goal!" Rob Hawthorn said, "It's not based on luck, but on running and jumping. He found the landing point in the crowd, and then smashed it in like a missile!"
Martin: "The key is that before he started, he threw away Hibbert, and there was a 1.94-meter Fellaini hanging on his body. He could still take off and jump so high. How can he be a normal person? His physical fitness is too explosive, right?"
He Wei's voice echoed in CCTV-5's studio, "The ball is in! Zhang Kuang! Three minutes into the game! This is a fantastic start! Blues fans of Goodison Park haven't sat still yet, their goal has been breached!"
Xu Yang smiled and said, "Ah, just now the two defenders Everton were almost lying on Zhang Kuang, but one of them was thrown away by him, and he even took off while carrying the other one. This Zhang Kuang doesn't look strong. Why is he so physically fit?"
"Yes, he is like an Eastern Super Saiyan," He Wei said. "His body, which is not prominent, has undergone qualitative changes that ordinary people cannot understand. Otherwise, he would not have such great power."
Zhang Kuang ran to the corner flag area excitedly and made a "Siu" celebration gesture.
Rooney rushed over and jumped on his back.
"Brother, you are so powerful. Those are two super strong men. You can easily take off with one swing and one shoulder!"
"Haha, this is nothing. You know, it's easier for me to fight against four."
"Faq, you are not human!"
"Yes, I am God."
Rooney was so angry that he couldn't speak, but his face was full of smiles.
All other teammates also ran over and started using it one after another. Zhang Kuang was already used to it.
Touch it, it's not clean anyway, I don't know it has been defiled by many women.
On the sidelines, Ferguson stood up and applauded a few times, then sat down.
His expression was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Phelan came over and said, "Sir, Zhang is in good condition today."
"Yeah." Ferguson chewed gum, "It's just the beginning."
On the other hand, the Everton team didn't panic at all. Is it strange? No, it's not strange at all, because they are used to losing, especially when facing strong teams. This is the norm for mid-to-lower teams.
Their coach Moyes stood on the sidelines and made a gesture: Hold on, don't mess up.
Everton's players are very stable, more stable than men who are still sprinting when they are caught and raped.
In the fifteenth minute, Everton launched an attack.
Australia Midfielder Tim Cahill caught the ball at the top of the penalty area and shot a long shot.
Cahill is only 1.78 meters tall, but his heading ability is Premier League's top. But this time, he didn't header, he used his feet.
The ball hit Vidić's leg and was refracted, drawing a strange arc and flying to the other side of the goal.
Van der Sar jumped in the wrong direction.
1:1.
Goodison Park Stadium is boiling.
"Cahill!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "World wave! Everton equalized the score! Manchester United's lead only lasted twelve minutes! This is Everton, this is Goodison Park!"
"There is an element of luck in this ball," Rob Hawthorn said, "But luck is also a part of strength. If Cahill dares to shoot, the ball will go in."
He Wei sighed, "Football is so cruel. Just a moment ago you were enjoying the pure sunshine on the clouds, and the next second you may fall into the mud of the mortal world and be trampled on."
Zhang Kuang's header made Manchester United fans cheer, and Cahill's refraction made Everton fans excited. This is football, you never know what will happen until the last second.
And we are scratching our heads for this kind of football all the time, looking forward to both scoring and being scored."
Xu Yang said, "Teacher He, your words make me want to cry even more."
"Then just cry, no one will see you anyway."
"..."
Zhang Kuang stood in the middle circle, looking at the celebrating Everton players, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his expression becoming playful.
Interestingly, the enemy refused to surrender and was still very tenacious.
He turned to look at Rooney: "Wayne, this team is not easy to play today."
"Nonsense, when has Everton ever been easy to beat?" Rooney said, "I played in Everton, and I know their urinary properties."
"What urine?"
"You make one, they make one. You make two, they make two. You make three, they make three. Keep going until you collapse."
Zhang Kuang smiled, "Then what if I keep going in?"
"Then they won't be able to stop you." Rooney said, "Because they must have been beaten to pieces by you. How can they still have the strength to resist?"
"... Your joke is very cold."
"I'm serious."
Ferguson on the sidelines was very angry and lost the ball again. This really annoyed him. This is not even a strong team.
What if we switch to a team like Chelsea, Manchester City, Arsenal, Liverpool? No, we should go back and practice some training in the backcourt.
As the game continued, Ferguson's voice was already booming on the sidelines, and the players in the midfield and backcourt did not dare to look at him.
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(Starting today, I will not update three chapters, but two chapters, both of which are more than 10,000 words. Please forgive me, my purpose of doing this is to increase the average subscription.)