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on the field.

Ibrahimovic simply celebrated with his teammates, then quickly ran back to halftime, waiting for the game to restart.

"15 minutes, lads, it's up to you."

Mourinho yelled from the sidelines and told the players the exact time so that they could be prepared.

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle to announce the resumption of the game.

The final showdown begins here!

The Besiktas center forward sent the ball in the center circle, and then he didn't mean to step forward at all. He just stood still and waited for the pass from his teammates.

They directed as many kicks as possible in the backcourt, and then after losing the ball, they collectively stood at the front of the penalty area, compressing the space to the extreme.

It stands to reason that the best choice must be to leave a counterattack point in front, put some pressure on the Manchester United defenders, and don't let them press too far forward.

But this time Besiktas even involuntarily played a no-forward lineup, and they adjusted the formation to the June [-]th position.

There are two midfielders in the middle, and two assisting full-backs on both sides to defend the pass.

The remaining four central defenders stood firmly in the penalty area, staring at the Manchester United players with a high degree of concentration.

"boom!"

As soon as they grab the ball, they will not even hold the ball to give Manchester United a chance to counter-rob, and directly kick a long pass towards the sideline of Manchester United's backcourt, wasting as much time as possible on the field.

In addition, they also launched a lot of show operations.

Once they had some physical contact with Manchester United players, they would lie on the ground with their legs covered, howling in pain for a while.

Even if the Manchester United player only hit his shoulder, the Besiktas player at this time may fall down clutching his own eggs.

"I'm pinching the clock. Please put away your poor performances. The time will be added back in the overtime game. If anyone delays the time for no reason, get ready to get a card." The referee also spoke to the majority of Besiktas. A warning was issued.

But this kind of warning is obviously useless, and their players will not be so stupid as to act too obviously.

Every time it ends in a measured manner, it delays for more than half a minute.

This also made the Manchester United players gradually feel a little anxious, and their faces turned dark.

"Referee, I have been calculating, the stoppage time of this game should be at least 6 minutes or more."

Ibrahimovic raised his mouth when he passed the referee, shrugged helplessly, "Since you said you will give the card, then you should be more straightforward."

"Don't let these villains disrupt the flow of the game again."

The referee glanced at Ibrahimovic, didn't say much, and continued to enforce the law seriously.

Time passed by like this second by second, and Lu Chenfeng also looked a little anxious.

"Pass me the ball."

He shouted towards the field, and then looked for a more suitable response point.

The law of cause and effect is still a step away. It's not that he doesn't want to shoot all the shots immediately. It's because the opponent's defensive line is too dense, and his teammates can't find a few lines to pass the ball to him.

In the 806th minute of the game, Pogba's personal dribbling began to break through while watching the opponent's bus lineup.

He used a beautiful Marseille spin to pass the opponent's midfielder in the midfield, and then made a violent pass, passed another midfielder, and came in front of the defender.

"boom."

He passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng, then quickly moved forward and ran towards the ribs.

"Give the ball!"

Pogba yelled, with some eagerness on his expression.

Because he knew from the usual training that Lu Chenfeng's passing was somewhat average.

When the ball comes over, he will definitely be able to send a threatening cross!

"boom!!"

But Lu Chenfeng's actions made his heart tighten. He took a step to lie down the football and kicked it with some reluctance before the defender stretched out his foot.

The angle of the football is good, but there is some slowdown after rubbing against the defender, and it is finally caught by the goalkeeper easily.

"wind!"

Pogba spread his hands helplessly and said, "You should pass the ball to me, I can pass it in."

"It's time, if you're not sure about long shots, don't shoot. We don't have a few chances to attack."

"Sorry." Lu Chenfeng waved his hands pretendingly, expressing his apology to Pogba, but he was secretly laughing.

You make a cross from this position, and you can open [-]-[-] or even [-]-[-] to grab points with your opponent.

I am now full of karma, and I will kill my opponent if I give it another chance.

Which is important?

That's not immediately obvious.

On the sidelines, the Besiktas fans felt relieved, hoping that Lu Chenfeng could make a few more unthreatening shots to help them end the attack and delay time.

The corners of Mourinho's mouth on the bench also twitched a little, and the tension in his heart increased.

He knew that Lu Chenfeng's long-range shots were very good, and his hit rate was not low.

But at that opportunity just now, instead of going for a long-range shot, it is better to pass on Pogba...

It is equivalent to wasting a good offensive opportunity.

His face was a little heavy, and he didn't intend to say anything to the players. Instead, he turned his head seriously, walked around with his head down, looking a little stressed.

The game on the field continued.

The Besiktas goalkeeper sent the ball straight to the right of the United half, forcing Ashley Young to run back again and send a throw-in, wasting more than 20 seconds.

The game time has come to 89 minutes.

Not long after, the stoppage time sign on the sidelines was raised, indicating that the stoppage time for the second half was 4 minutes.

"4 minutes? 4 minutes?!"

Mourinho's face was a little unbelievable, and he couldn't help but bowed his body, covering his head with his hands to express his emotions.

"The time they just delayed is definitely more than 7 minutes, and the stoppage time is only 4 minutes?"

"This is the referee's rule, sir." The fourth official did not have much communication with Mourinho.

Indeed, in this era when VR technology is not yet developed, it is impossible to accurately calculate the time that should be added.

The stoppage time of the whole game is mostly based on the feeling of the referee.

Generally speaking, it is rarely more than 5 minutes.

Starting from the subsequent World Cup in Qatar, stoppage time of eight or nine minutes gradually became common.

on the field.

The game was still going on, and Manchester United put all their strength into the attack, looking for opportunities to break the opponent's goal.

"boom!"

On the wing, Pogba and Rashford's crosses continued to smash into the penalty area.

Even the high point of central defender Smalling entered Besiktas' penalty area to grab points.

But the final effect is actually not good. There are often two players pinching one player on the wing, which leads to the average quality of the two players' crossing points.

Coupled with the dense defensive numbers of Besiktas in the penalty area, most of these balls were cleared.

Time continued to move, and Mourinho's eyes on the sidelines kept looking at his watch.

As for Besiktas coach Ejić, he didn't even dare to look at the time. He just looked at the field nervously, waiting for the referee's whistle.

"The last minute."

When Mourinho saw that the game time had reached 92 minutes, he once again shouted towards the field.

This also made the anxiety in the hearts of Manchester United players more obvious. Goalkeeper De Gea was slowly leaving the penalty area, ready to go up and try as soon as he had a set ball.

"boom!"

On the wing, another cross from Rashford was passed, and the football was cleared by a Besiktas player with a dive to the top!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!"

There was a burst of cheer from their Expedition fans, the sound they make every time they see their team play a successful defense.

Victory is close at hand, boys, you must hold on!

The second penalty kick for this clearance flew very far, almost flying to Manchester United's back line.

Phil Jones, who was dragging behind, took control of the football and began to dribble forward.

Breaking through the side and crossing seems to be impossible, so try the middle to see if it is possible to create a chance!

Phil Jones controlled the football and carried it forward at a constant speed, while looking for a contact point.

Suddenly, he saw Lu Chenfeng rushing out of the restricted area at high speed.

At this time, Lu Chenfeng's physical fitness should have reached a peak. As he moved his legs at a high speed, the expression on his face became ferocious.

It's so tiring.

Running almost all the time.

But he had to come up with this opportunity. This is his best chance to use the law of causality to shoot.

Behind Lu Chenfeng, the Besiktas players originally wanted to follow a few.

But seeing Lu Chenfeng running farther and farther, and after leaving the penalty area for more than ten meters, only one midfielder helped defend him.

"Stand still, watch out for his breakthrough."

Someone reminded Lu Chenfeng's defensive midfielder that Lu Chenfeng usually chooses to break through with the ball at high speed when receiving the ball at that position.

The lower back nodded, not intending to advance aggressively, but just followed Lu Chenfeng at a distance of about three meters.

"boom."

Phil Jones must have believed in the team's top attacker, and delivered the ball safely to Lu Chenfeng's feet with a short pass.

This may be Manchester United's last or penultimate chance.

After Lu Chenfeng received the ball, he turned around, and all the teammates around him ran without sparing any effort, waiting eagerly for his pass.

"Here! Wind! Pass it again!"

Pogba shouted, raising his hands on the wing to catch the ball, "Don't shoot anymore, there is no time."

"wind!"

Rashford's call also sounded from the left, and he has already started to advance at high speed.

"Underfoot, underfoot."

Ibrahimovic also ran out in the middle, as if to show off the dribbling he hadn't done for many years, to see if he had a chance to kill the game.

But Lu Chenfeng ignored all of them, and just focused on the football under his feet.

"Boom..."

He pushed the football to the right, then swung his left arm back, and his body quickly followed.

It's about to shoot!

Besitex's midfielder didn't care too much. The distance from the goal here is more than 35 meters, even close to 40 meters.

Over the years, he has only seen Ronaldo score one goal in this position, and that was seen in the previous highlights.

So he didn't think it was too much of a threat, he just guarded against Lu Chenfeng's possible fake shot and turned it around.

Besitex's goalkeeper did not underestimate the enemy at the moment, he stared at Lu Chenfeng's feet with piercing eyes, and lowered his center of gravity.

All the Manchester United players, including Lu Chenfeng off the pitch, and the fans on the sidelines, felt a little disappointed in their hearts at the moment.

too urgent...

Maybe he wanted to win too much...

There is nothing to blame for this, after all, he has already scored two goals in this game.

If you want to blame, you can only blame them for losing too much in the last game.