Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

"Ouch!"

"The ball goes in!!"

"In the 39th minute!"

"Charlton striker Darren, who started the game, lived up to the coach's trust!"

"Successfully helped the team knock on Manchester City's door in the 39th minute!"

"1:0!"

"Charlton scored first!"

In the ESPN live broadcast room, Zhan Jun couldn't help shaking his head slightly. Although he should be neutral as a commentator, he subconsciously supported Manchester City.

But Manchester City played really badly today!

It was so bad!

In the past 39 minutes, Manchester City had several excellent scoring opportunities.

But there was no stable finishing point in the frontcourt.

Only 2 of the 9 shots hit the target!

Those two shots were even softer and weaker, which was equivalent to sending the ball directly into the arms of Charlton's goalkeeper!

The Manchester City fans in the stands were also upset. They were originally happy to watch the game today.

Unexpectedly, the home team fed them a big one.

It was especially hard to bear seeing Charlton's players celebrating wildly in the corner area.

-[I can't stand it! I can't stand it at all! This is a √8! ]

-[Quickly replace Darius, he's just shooting randomly and wasting the chance to score! ]

-[Try your best! I can see that Musampa and Knight tried their best on the wing! They sent so many beautiful crosses, but none of these two forwards are reliable! ]

-[If they keep playing like this, I'm going to have a heart attack! Stuart, make a substitution! Substitute! ! ]

......

Standing on the bench, Stuart's face was as dark as a plague, especially when Charlton's forward scored, he was so angry that he kicked over the mineral water tank next to him.

"Get down!!"

"Stephen, get down! And Darius! Get down too!"

"Sinclair, Onuoha, you two go!"

Stuart used up two substitutions and substituted the two starters who replaced Su Fei and Sun Jihai.

Stephen Jordan and Darius Vassell lowered their heads and trotted back to the bench.

During the period, they received a lot of boos from the fans in the stands.

For the two, this was also a relief.

Especially Darius, who wasted several shooting opportunities, did not even dare to look directly into Stuart's eyes after returning to the bench.

Stuart had no intention of scolding the two now.

The game was not over yet, and how to reverse the team's passive situation was Stuart's current idea.

His attention returned to the court.

Looking forward to the two players who came on, especially Sinclair, the striker, to open up the situation.

......................

"The referee blew the whistle to end the half!"

"Charlton is still leading 1-0!"

"Players from both sides have left the field and walked into the player tunnel!"

"The game has entered the 15-minute halftime break!"

Zhan Jun just cut off the live microphone and blurted out: "What the hell is this game? It's so uncomfortable to watch! Without Su Fei and Ji Hai, Manchester City can't even play in the English Championship! Fuck it!"

The assistant brought Zhan Jun a glass of water.

"Teacher Zhan, you have worked hard, drink some water to cool down!"

Zhan Jun took the ice water and drank it all, and then he felt a lot more refreshed, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

"I guess Manchester City fans think the same as me now!"

......

At this time in the Manchester City locker room

"Fuck!!"

"Send that damn ball into the goal!"

"Is it that difficult?!!"

Stuart was roaring angrily, so loud that even the staff passing by the door were startled.

Manchester City players didn't dare to breathe, looking at each other, especially forward Cole and others, swallowing their saliva.

In fact, they wanted to say it.

In fact, it was really difficult... Especially facing Charlton's two strong defenders with an average height of 1.9 meters.

But who dares to say it?

Whoever dares to offend Stuart at this time will probably go to the reserve team tomorrow, no, tonight!

After venting his anger, Stuart took a long breath and forced himself to calm down, and then began to talk about the adjustments in the second half.

At this moment, Stuart had another idea in his heart.

That is, he really wanted to move Su Fei, who was still in the stands at this time, directly to the court!

After explaining the tactics to the players, Stuart couldn't help but curse: "Fuck West Brom! Fuck Bright! Fuck the Football Association!"

At this time.

At Stamford BridgeBrett Robson couldn't help sneezing and muttering to himself.

"Huh? Who's thinking about me..."

.......................

The second half of the game was fast.

48th minute of the game.

Manchester City, the first to attack in the second half, successfully pushed the ball to the front court.

Knight once again dribbled the ball to the bottom line near the side.

In the penalty area, Cole and Sinclair entangled with the opponent's defenders and fought for position.

A chance to cross the ball!

Knight turned around and kicked the bottom of the ball, and the ball flew into the penalty area!

"Manchester City's cross ball!"

"Cole successfully grabbed the point!"

"Header!"

"This ball!"

"Oh! It hit the goalkeeper directly!"

"What a pity!"

"Manchester City missed a good opportunity again!"

A sigh of fans rang out in the Etihad Stadium, and Stewart covered his face with his hands on the side of the court.

At this time,

After the big screen finished playing the replay of the moment of the attack,

the camera suddenly turned to Su Fei in the stands!

Yes, that's right!

It turned to Su Fei, who was covering his mouth and complaining to Lao Sun about Manchester City's shit!

Su Fei was confused!

The fans who saw Su Fei in the picture became agitated.

"If it was Su, he would have headed the ball in just now!"

"Isn't that nonsense!"

"Su's header is invincible!"

The fans talked about it, and they missed Su Fei in their hearts.

The game continued on the court.

The pressure of falling behind by one goal made Manchester City players attack with all their strength, while Charlton, under the adjustment of head coach Colesley, focused on defense.

Equalize the score!

It was the inner thought of every Manchester City player at this moment.

....

The 57th minute of the game.

Musampa, who brought the ball to the bottom line, successfully forced the defensive player to clear the ball out of the bottom line.

Manchester City got a chance for a corner kick.

Both sides began to deploy their troops.

Under Stewart's instruction.

Manchester City only left defender Mills in the middle circle, and all other players pressed to the penalty area to compete for opportunities.

Knight, who was responsible for the corner kick, took a deep breath.

Kick!

Pass the ball!

The football drew an arc in the air!

Falling into the penalty area!

The crowd in Charlton's penalty area surged!

"Manchester City's corner kick!"

"Directly pass the ball!"

"This ball!"

"De Zeeuw cleared the ball successfully!"

"The ball was headed out!"

"What a pity!"

"Manchester City players didn't get this ball!"

The sighs on the Etihad Stadium sounded again, and our Stewart turned around angrily this time and punched the air.

The big screen also played the moment of the header scramble just now, and the Manchester City player closest to the landing point.

There was enough distance between two people!

I couldn't get it, I couldn't get it at all!

After playing the replay, the on-site director once again pointed the camera at the fans' stands.

Aimed at Su Fei!

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