In the 12th minute, Giggs took the ball in the midfield, and Zhang Kuang ran from the left to the center.
Maxi followed up, his mouth still moving. "Boy, who do you think you are? Do you think scoring a goal is a big deal?"
"Are you coming again? Damn it, Little White pi, I kind of admire your spirit now. You turn out to be the type who fights after defeats and defeats?
Did you do the same thing to your girlfriend? Did you let her down once, and then you rushed forward, failed, and then rushed forward again? In the end, did she just lie there and let you do whatever you wanted?"
"You, how did you know?" Maxi was very shocked.
"Hey, I'm a cultural person. For someone like you, I can know your character, abilities, shortcomings, and strengths just by taking a few tests."
"You know? How is that possible? My girlfriend doesn't even know."
"Is it possible that your girlfriend is not interested in knowing this? She doesn't care anyway."
"You fart."
"Is your girlfriend still having an affair with another man?"
"..."
"Hey, I was right? Sorry, brother."
Although Zhang Kuang has been chatting with Maxi, his eyes have been staring at Giggs's feet.
Suddenly, Giggs passed the ball over.
Zhang Kuang made an emergency stop. Maxi was still in a trance. Suddenly he remembered something and turned his head. Zhang Kuang had received the ball and turned around. Maxi reached out to pull it, but Zhang Kuang had already wiped it away.
"Ah, you're a liar, you just know how to trick me with your trash talk."
Maxi turned around and wanted to catch up, but stumbled and almost fell down.
"Fake!" he cursed and ran back as hard as he could.
Konchesky came over to defend, blocked in front of Zhang Kuang, and retreated while guarding. Zhang Kuang stepped on his bicycle twice, did not cut inside, but looked up at the penalty area.
Berbatov is desperately pushing forward, Carragher and Škrtel are sandwiching him on the left and right.
Zhang Kuang moved the instep of the ball, and the ball drew a strange arc, bypassing Carragher, and landed accurately behind Berbatov.
Berbatov was stunned for a moment and had no time to stop the ball.
This very artistic shooter used a very artistic way, he directly hung the golden hook upside down.
"Oh my god, upside down golden hook?" Martin·Tyler's voice hadn't even finished yet, and the ball had already flown into the upper left corner of the goal.
2:0.
Berbatov upside down golden hook breaks the door.
Old Trafford Stadium exploded instantly.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Martin·Tyler no longer knows what to say, "Berbatov hooks upside down! Zhang Kuang assists! He has already shot and passed! Manchester United leads 2:0!"
"This assist is so beautiful," Rob Hawthorn said, "Zhang Kuang's outside instep pass, as if equipped with a navigation system, accurately found Berbatov.
It's a pity that Berbatov ran half a step faster, so he could only use the golden hook upside down, and this golden hook showed the instinct of a top shooter."
He Wei: "Hanging the golden hook upside down is one of the most poetic moves on the football field. It requires courage, skill, and throwing the body into the air at that moment, like an eagle rushing towards its prey. Berbatov did it, and the person who sent him the pass was Zhang Kuang."
"This assist," Xu Yang said, "Reminds me of Beckham. The same outer instep, the same arc, the same precision."
"No," He Wei said, "Beckham's arc is more rounded, and Zhang Kuang's arc is weirder. If Beckham's passing is a waltz, then Zhang Kuang's passing is a piece of jazz: you can never guess where the next note will sound."
After Berbatov landed, he turned around, ran to Zhang Kuang, and hugged him.
"Good goal!" Berbatov smiled happily. This young guy came to Manchester United. He thought he was here to steal his position at first, but later he discovered that in just a few games, this guy had given him several assists. He now likes this kid more and more.
"Your barbs are more beautiful." Zhang Kuang patted his back.
Rooney also ran over, but he was not here to celebrate.
"Both of you have scored, what about me?" Rooney looked aggrieved, "I want to score too!"
"Why are you so anxious?" Zhang Kuang smiled, "The game has only lasted ten minutes."
"I'm anxious!" Rooney said, "I didn't score in the last game. If I don't score in this game, the boss should blame me."
"When did the boss tell you that?"
"He said it." Rooney thought for a while, "Although what he said seemed to be 'Wayne, you played well today', I think he was hinting at me."
"... If you say this, no one will believe it."
The roar at the scene almost overturned the ceiling. The Manchester United fans went crazy. This game was so exciting. The offensive and defensive transitions between the two sides were very fast. In the blink of an eye, the ball was changed. In the blink of an eye, the ball reached the opponent's half and became a threat. In the blink of an eye, the ball was scored.
. The key is the passion of bodies on the court banging against each other. Not to mention the fans at the scene, even the fans in front of the TV are excited to watch it.
A United States spectator jumped up excitedly in the room after seeing the goal and shouted, 'Isn't this better than baseball or NBA?'
Many Dongfang fans shouted loudly after the goal, alarming the entire building and even the entire community.
--
However, when everyone thought that Manchester United had an obvious advantage and the game lost suspense, in the 38th minute of the game, Liverpool got a penalty kick.
The reason for this free kick is: Torres received the ball outside the penalty area and then shot with a kick. The ball hit the hand of O'Shea inside the penalty area.
Then the referee's whistle sounded, he pointed to the penalty spot, and the referee awarded a penalty kick.
"Penalty kick!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "O'Shea handball! The referee pointed to the penalty spot! Liverpool got a valuable penalty kick opportunity!"
"There is no problem with this penalty," Rob Hawthorn said, "O'Shea's arm really expanded the defensive area. Liverpool has a chance to win back a victory."
Gerrard stands in front of the penalty spot.
Van der Sar stood on the goal line with his hands spread out like an eagle spreading its wings.
The whistle sounded.
Gerrard takes a run-up, pushes with his right foot, and the ball flies to the lower left corner of the goal.
Van der Sar pounced in the right direction, but the speed of the ball was too fast. Before his hands were in place, the ball had already rolled into the goal.
2:1.
"Gerrard! Penalty hit!" Martin·Tyler shouted, "Liverpool pulled a goal back! The suspense is back! This is North West Derby, never think that the game is over!"
Goodison Park? No, it's Old Trafford Stadium, Liverpool fans are going crazy.
Although they only occupied a small corner, the red song penetrated the entire stadium.
"You'llNeverWalkAlone..."
He Wei sighed, "This is Gerrard, the captain of Liverpool, and the soul of Liverpool. When the team needs him most, he will always stand there, carrying the flag, singing songs, and rushing towards the enemy's position."
"Yes," Xu Yang said, "Although Manchester United still leads the score, this goal gives Liverpool hope. The next game will be more intense."
Zhang Kuang stood in the middle circle, looking at the celebrating Liverpool players, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Interesting," he said, "They still refuse to admit defeat."
Rooney stood next to him. "When did Liverpool admit defeat on North West Derby?"
"Same."
"So we have to score another goal."
"Yes."
"You assist me?"
"Okay, no, it seems that at United States, someone said that he would guarantee the assists for me in the future. Why do you ask me for assists every day now?"
"Hehe, that, hehe!"
"Hey, your size, hehe."
For the rest of the first half, the two sides went back and forth, attacking and defending each other.
Zhang Kuang and Berbatov changed positions continuously, sometimes on the left, sometimes in the middle, which threw Liverpool's defense into chaos.
Konchesky is going crazy.
He has to face Zhang Kuang for a while, face Berbatov for a while, and make up for Rooney for a while. He feels like he is not playing football, but running a marathon.
In the 41st minute, Zhang Kuang took the ball in the middle and faced three defensive players of Liverpool - Poulsen, Meireles and Carragher.
He shuttled through the crowd like a butterfly, swaying left and right, making three people stagger.
There were bursts of applause from the stands.
"Zhang Kuang is in great shape today," Martin·Tyler said, "Every time he touches the ball he can create a threat. Liverpool's defenders no longer know how to defend him."
Zhang Kuang passed the ball to Rooney. Rooney caught the ball and prepared to shoot. Glen·Johnson shoveled the ball out of the sideline with a sliding tackle. Rooney was very angry. The shooting opportunity he finally got was ruined.
In the 43rd minute, Rooney made a pass, and Zhang Kuang jumped high in the penalty area.
Carragher and Škrtel took off at the same time, but neither jumped over him.
Zhang Kuang headed the ball towards the goal, and the ball missed the top edge of the crossbar and flew out of the baseline.
"Wow--" The whole audience sighed again.
He Wei: "Just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit. The ball hit the upper edge of the crossbar. If it hit the lower edge, it would have gone in."
Xu Yang: "Yeah, Old Trafford Stadium's goalpost missed Liverpool, but I won't be so lucky next time."
Liverpool's players were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat.
"This China guy is too scary," Carragher said to his teammates, "We have to find a way to limit him."
"How to limit it?" Škrtel asked.
"I don't know either," Carragher said, "But we have to find a way."
The whistle sounded at the end of the first half.
2:1.
When the players were walking to the locker room, Zhang Kuang noticed a detail: Liverpool's players walked very slowly, with their heads lowered one by one, as if they were thinking about something.
"They're thinking how to defend you," Rooney said.
"I know."
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Zhang Kuang laughed, "Why should I be afraid? If they want to guard against me, I will let them guard against me. If they can guard against me, they will win. If they can't guard against me, I will win."
Rooney glanced at him. "You are really annoying sometimes."
"I know."
"But you are my brother."
"I know that too."
"..."
Intermission.
The players, fans, and commentators who had been tense for the first half of the game all breathed a sigh of relief, and then those fans who were still in the midst of passion and those with friends were eager to find a place to have fun first before talking.
So some fans from China saw this situation again.
In Old Trafford Stadium's toilet, a China fan was experiencing the most embarrassing moment in his life.
His name is Wang Jianguo, he is 35 years old, from BJ, and is a senior Manchester United fan. In order to watch this North West Derby, he spent half a month's salary to buy air tickets, and another half a month's salary to buy game tickets, flying thousands of miles to Manchester.
At the end of the first half, he went to the toilet.
Then he heard an unexpected sound coming from the next cubicle.
"Oh! Yeah! Fuck!! Yeah!"
Wang Jianguo was stunned for three seconds.
He had heard this sound in movies and on some websites, but never in real life, let alone in the toilets of a football stadium.
He remembered a post on Tianya's fan thread not long ago. It was about the fan who went to Lyon to watch Auxerre's championship game on May 5th. Then, after hearing a fierce argument between two men in the cubicle during halftime in the toilet, he returned home and described the situation in detail on Tianya Community, which shocked the minds of all domestic fans.
There was a big quarrel on the Internet at that time. Some people said this was a sign of uncivilization, while a large number of people said it was the beauty of freedom and the embodiment of human diversity...
Unexpectedly, this time China fans witnessed such a situation again. Wang Jianguo's hand unconsciously reached into his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and turned on the recording function.
Then he secretly took a picture through the crack in the door of the toilet cubicle, and he could see four feet and two pairs of shoes.
Wang Jianguo feels like he may be dreaming.
He saved the video and then walked out of the toilet pretending to be nonchalant like everyone else.
Returning to the stands, he sat in his seat and was stunned for a long time.
The China fan next to him asked him, "Jianguo, what's wrong with you? You don't look good."
"It's okay," Wang Jianguo said, "I just... experienced the beauty of human diversity."
"What?"
"You don't understand," Wang Jianguo waved his hand, "You don't understand."
He silently decided in his heart: after he goes back, he must post a post on Tianya Community with the title "Things I Heard in the Old Trafford Toilet".
--
In Manchester United's locker room, Ferguson stood in front of the tactical board with a serious expression.
"We played well in the first half, but not good enough." He said, "2:1, this score is very dangerous. Liverpool only needs one goal to equalize, and then they may hold on."
He glanced at the defense.
"Vidić, I'm not very satisfied with your performance today. Although Torres didn't score, he created several threats. In the second half, you have to keep an eye on him and don't give him any space."
Vidić nodded.
Ferguson looked at the front three again.
"Zhang, Wayne, Dimitar, you three need to change positions more often. Liverpool's defensive strategy is obvious, which is to target Zhang. But if we change positions frequently, their marking will cause problems."
"Understood." Zhang Kuang said.
"Also," Ferguson looked at Zhang Kuang, "Continue your performance in the second half. I want to see the third goal."
"No problem."
The atmosphere in Liverpool's locker room was a bit depressing.
Konchesky sat on the chair, took off his leg guards and threw them on the ground.
"That China guy is too difficult to guard against," he said. "Not only is he tough, he's also fast, and his skills are pretty good. Even the three of us can't guard him."
Škrtel also nodded. "I have never seen such a player. Drogba is stronger than him, but not as fast as him. Cristiano Ronaldo is faster than him, but not as strong as him. Messi is technically better than him, but not as strong as him. He combines all the advantages together."
Maxi sat in the corner, saying nothing.
He was still thinking about what Zhang Kuang said, "Do you know who she slept with last night?"
That sentence stuck in his heart like a thorn. There were some things he knew, but he didn't want to mention them.
"Maxi," Hodgson called him, "You should be careful in the second half and don't let Zhang Kuang pass you by again."
Maxi raised his head. "Coach, I am not being passed, I am being..."
"By what?"
Maxi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"Coach," Carragher suddenly said, "I don't think we should focus on guarding against Zhang Kuang."
Hodgson looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"If none of us can guard him, then we shouldn't go out of our way to guard him." Carragher said, "Although we can't guard him, we can guard the person who passes the ball to him."
Hodgson was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
"You mean... cut off the passing line from Manchester United's midfielder to Zhang Kuang?"
"Yes." Carragher said, "No matter how strong Zhang Kuang is, it's useless if he can't get the ball. What we have to do is not to guard against him, but to guard against his teammates."
Hodgson thought for a while, then smiled.
"Carragher, you have a good idea."
Maxi also nodded. "This is a good method, at least you don't have to confront that pervert anymore."
"Then it's settled," Hodgson said, "in the second half, our defensive strategy is: cut off the passing route from Manchester United's midfielder to Zhang Kuang.
Maxi, Konchesky, you two still have to keep an eye on Zhang Kuang, but Glen, Poulsen, Meireles, you three have to block the passing lines of Scholes and Giggs."
"Understood."
"Zhang Kuang can't get the ball, he's just a decoration." Hodgson said, "We can get the score back."
The second half begins.
Zhang Kuang soon realized something was wrong.
It's not that there's something wrong with him, it's that there's something wrong with his teammates.
The number of passes to him was significantly reduced.
Scholes took the ball, looked up, and then passed it to Fletcher. Fletcher took the ball, looked up, and then passed it to Giggs.
Zhang Kuang ran out of space on the left wing and raised his hand for the ball.
Giggs didn't pass, not because he didn't want to pass, but because there were two Liverpool players on the line between him and Zhang Kuang.
He passed the ball to Rooney in the middle.
Zhang Kuang frowned.
He ran into the gap again, and this time Scholes got the ball.
He raised his hand for the ball.
Scholes glanced at him. He was facing the same problem. The line was blocked by Liverpool. He hesitated but still didn't send the message.
He passed the ball to Berbatov on the right.
Zhang Kuang is not a fool, and he immediately determined one thing: Liverpool adjusted the defensive strategy. They were not staring at him, but at the person passing the ball to him, cutting off the passing line to him.
"Smart method," Zhang Kuang praised secretly in his heart, "Hodgson is indeed a handsome man, his brain is very easy to use."
He ran to Maxi.
"Did you adjust during halftime?"
Maxi glanced at him, with a proud smile on his lips, "I won't tell you."
"You don't need to tell me," Zhang Kuang said, "I guessed it. Your defensive strategy is to cut off the passing line to me."
Maxi's expression changed.
"H-how did you know?"
Zhang Kuang smiled, "Guess."
"No way! You must have eavesdropped on our locker room conversation!"
"Me?" Zhang Kuang said with an innocent face, "How can I eavesdrop? The door of your locker room is so tightly closed, and I don't know how to walk through walls."
"Then you..."
"Maxi," Zhang Kuang patted his shoulder, "Have you ever thought that your expression betrayed you? You are such a simple person, and others can trick you out of your words."
Maxi was stunned.
"Look," Zhang Kuang said, "I just said 'I guessed it', and you looked shocked and asked me 'how did you know'. Isn't this the same as telling me 'you guessed it right'?"
Maxi's face turned red.
"You... you are a liar, you are dishonest."
"Maxi, are you a pig brain?"
This sentence was not said by Zhang Kuang, but by Konchesky.
Konchesky ran over from behind and slapped Maxi on the back of the head.
"You were tricked into using our tactics by a child! Are you a pig?"
Maxi covered his head. "I, I'm not, he, he..."
"Shut up!" Konchesky scolded, "Stop talking to him! The more you talk, the more he tries to trick you!"
Maxi opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say.
He glared at Zhang Kuang hatefully, turned around and ran away.
Zhang Kuang smiled.
"Maxi," he shouted from behind, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Maxi runs faster.