i am beckham

Chapter 88 Liverpool's Counterattack
No one expected the yellow-haired Robbie Fowler to act like a second-rate striker in the first half hour of the game, but suddenly turned into a sharp striker in the next half hour.

He first faced the blocks of Gary Neville and Bruce, and successfully exploded the pole on the head of Schmeichel.

Immediately afterwards, he knocked Gary Neville down while running, tricked Bruce into the middle, split the ball and ran back, and directed and performed a single-handed goal.

The yellow-haired man ran for a while, then did a long-distance slide and kneel, and after getting up, he kissed the team badge on the chest of the Old Trafford fans.

This move was so arrogant that even Beckham had the idea of ​​giving him a kick.

"Look clearly, this is the strength of the Liverpool team! You will always be weak, you are shit, Manchester United will never be on par with Liverpool!"

Robbie Fowler yelled at the stands like a madman, which immediately attracted boos, and a fat man even ran down from the stands and rushed towards him with a hideous face.

The stadiums of the English professional league are all professional football stadiums. A child can rush into the stadium in an instant after running out of the stands.

Fatty rushed into the court with swear words all the way, he jumped in front of the billboard, and within ten seconds he could punch this yellow-haired little bastard.

Just when he was already thinking about whether to use a straight punch or a knee strike, he was suddenly thrown down by a bigger fat man, and then three or four police officers worked together to cut his arms back behind him and twist him out of the court.

While patting the grass on his body, the big Riddle told the police officers beside him: "Be careful, don't make any trouble!"

He turned around and spat at Robbie Fowler's back, and said with disdain: "This yellow hair is actually an Everton fan, a mercenary, bastard!"

On the coach's bench, Ferguson chewed gum vigorously with a livid face, his eyes fixed on the field, as if the gum in his mouth was Fowler.

Bruce was comforting Gary Neville who was trembling with anger: "Gary, we still have time, and staying rational is more conducive to the next game."

Gary Neville wanted to say something more, but he held back.He believed that Fowler had pulled him down before scoring, but the referee disagreed and insisted that the goal was valid.

Beckham knew that comforting Gary would not be effective at this time, but he was still going to say a few words.

It is one thing to have a great effect, but another to do it.

Gary Neville is both his teammate and his friend. This dual identity makes it impossible for him to remain silent.

"Gary, whether you are angry or disappointed, you should do your best to focus on football. What happens on the court should be resolved with football."

He doesn't want to see his friend's irrational behavior affect his career development. If he can't concentrate in the next game, gets blown up by Fowler or leaves the field with a violent foul, his future at Manchester United will be questioned.

Liverpool is here, even without Fowler, there is no shortage of substitutes for the striker.

Even if Gary Neville ruined Fowler, it is impossible for Liverpool to recover from a setback.

The rich teams will never lack good players, and they will never lack young people.

If Fowler goes on, the person who replaces him will only hate Manchester United even more, and the way of celebrating will only be more excessive.

No matter how angry you are, you cannot be dominated by your emotions. Only by facing up to the strength of Liverpool and trying your best to overcome them can you rule the Premier League.

Gary Neville took several deep breaths in a row before he managed to calm down. He smiled at Beckham with a smile that was uglier than crying: "David, I understand what you mean, it's all over!"

Beckham patted Gary on the shoulder. Since he understands everything, there is no need to say anything. I am still in a mess.

While these few people were still comforting each other, Keane had already put the football on the center line, and then shouted at his teammates: "Kick off, how long are you going to talk about!"

Beckham lamented that in such a noisy environment, this guy's voice was still sharp, almost as if summoning souls, and brought everyone back to the state of combat readiness.

Even Bruce heard what he said, and returned to his place without saying a word.

The round-headed Cantona held his head high and walked to the middle circle with twists and turns, in stark contrast to the shy Andy Cole, the exasperated Keane and the bewildered young people.

If you don't look at the score but just look at his expression, it will give people the illusion that Manchester United just scored a goal. This is the innate confidence of the French.

Beckham found that Cantona's fat butt actually gave people a sense of peace, which is really a kind of miraculous pain.

There were wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. Standing in the center circle, the "King" immediately became the focus of the whole team. All Manchester United players focused on him. Everyone always felt that their "King" should say something.

As if sensing the expectations of the crowd, Cantona suddenly turned around and glanced at the players at a certain elevation angle, just like inspecting his own troops.

He slowly lowered his hands and said word by word: "Gentlemen, please calm down, we will definitely get through this hurdle!"

When Cantona spoke, the audience was silent. His voice had a three-dimensional feeling, and it easily penetrated the half court. It was amazing!
Beckham felt that his heart was quiet, but it was only quiet for 1 minute.

There is no way, the performance pressure is there, the time is tight, the task is heavy, as long as you are not cerebral palsy, you have to worry.

Keane is like a gambler who can't afford to lose. He hates everyone when he holds the ball, and he wants to kill a bloody way with red eyes, but he often kills one person and is killed by others.

"After the re-kick-off, Roy played very impatiently. Under his influence, the rhythm of the whole team seemed a bit chaotic. Hehe, but it is understandable. After all, Roy has just passed his 24th birthday. At this age, he has become the core of the team's midfielder. In fact, it is already very remarkable. When I was 24 years old, I was still dreaming that one day I would be able to sit in an independent studio and become a full-fledged football commentator.

Now that the dream has come true, I believe that there will always be some young people in the two teams who can stand up and become the leaders of the team. "

If Beckham saw Martin Taylor's comments in front of the TV, he must feel that the other party's tone was mixed with Versailles-style shamelessness.

The young players in the two teams put together a team and started to play the Premier League on the spot. The results are definitely in the middle and upper reaches.With so many high-quality young players, it's strange that they can't play one or two leading figures.

The screen returned to the pitch, Keane was rounded again, Liverpool's Redknapp adjusted slightly after taking the ball, and sent a through ball to the ground, Fowler, who had already started at high speed, tapped the football with his foot, Just pass through the gap between Gary Neville and Bruce.

He glanced at the goal and slammed directly to the top of the near corner. Schmeichel once again demonstrated what it means to be out of reach.

It's not that he's lazy, but that Robbie Fowler doesn't follow the usual path. He doesn't kick the wide far corner, but kicks the short corner, and he still hits the top corner.

Accompanied by a loud bang of "Dang", the football was reluctantly drawn on the crossbar, and bounced back to the penalty area with a bang.

Fortunately, the Dane's second reaction was quick, and he firmly pressed the football under him before Collymore made a supplementary shot.

Ferguson shook his head, and facing his assistant, Brian Kidd said, "This Robbie Fowler is just crazy!"

He is very angry, but his legs are on the players, and the wins and losses are all played by the players. He said everything that should be said in the tactical preparation meeting, and there is nothing he can do if the players lose control collectively.

The head coach is actually very embarrassed. He can only be annoyed if he can't play what he prepared, but no matter how annoyed he is, he still has to trust his players.

This is an important reason why the personal preferences of the head coach may directly affect the future of the players. No one is willing to give a chance to a player who he thinks is unreliable.

Cantona poked his waist and looked at his backcourt. He didn't get the ball once in nearly 5 minutes.

Schmeichel glanced at his own midfielder, feeling that these times are unreliable parallel imports.After looking around, Beckham was a little more pleasing to the eye. After all, this kid was quite stable when he played against Bolton.

So Schmeichel rushed forward a few steps, and threw the ball to the right with a long-range hand throw. Redknapp rushed over with all his strength, but collided with Bart who was blocked halfway, predicting loneliness in advance.

Beckham stopped the ball firmly at his feet the moment he touched the ball, turned around, and McManaman, who was facing up, retreated and kept a safe distance from him.

This guy's defensive ability is average if he doesn't go up ahead and let himself turn around easily.

Looking at the guy in front of him whose hair was almost reaching his shoulders, Beckham felt that this guy couldn't defend well.

(End of this chapter)