Chapter 902 Murphy Effect

The fans in the stands were enthusiastic, and the fans watching the live broadcast around the world were also very excited. The final has always been an unknown game, but today is different. Manchester United and Barcelona played with sparks, and various wonderful shots and saves emerged one after another.

Within only 10 minutes of the second half, Suarez and Herrera had two wonderful shots that were very close to scoring.

There was chaos in the penalty area. Alderweireld and Phil Jones desperately pushed their opponents away, and the two were just stuck together.

This look... Rakitic didn't need to remind him. Pique, Mascherano, and Iniesta all remembered the scene four years ago, so the penalty area became even more chaotic.

Pochettino doesn't care much about what happens in the penalty area. In the past half month or so, he practiced a lot of offensive routines from set pieces, but he practiced more defensively after the set pieces.

The reason is simple. About 12% of Barcelona's goals this season come from counterattacks after the opponent's set-piece attack.

"Phil Jones, Alderweireld, and Schneiderlin are all up." Mourinho is also very interested in this. "Luke Shaw, Coleman and Sun Wu are on the outside..."

"The set piece is a double-edged sword." Mortensen also expressed emotion.

If Sun Wu hears Mortensen's words, he will definitely regard him as a confidant. This is the biggest difference between him and Pochettino in their pre-match arrangements.

Pochettino believes that risks and benefits coexist. It may be counterattacked and lead to conceding goals, or it may create scoring opportunities.

However, Sun Wu believes that the risk is too great and the cost-effectiveness is too low. Once the opponent counterattacks, it is likely to result in conceding a goal. It can only be attempted unless there is an extremely unfavorable situation of being two goals behind.

Pochettino insisted the set piece was an opportunity for United.

Sun Wu insisted that set-piece offense is likely to be Manchester United's weakness and an opportunity for Barcelona.

Of course, Pochettino needs to consider his face. Neither central defender stepped forward during the corner kick, almost declaring that he gave up.

And Sun Wu...well, he is shameless!

"Beep!"

After three consecutive warnings for entering the penalty area, the referee finally blew the whistle.

Herrera took the corner kick in a decent manner.

The ball went straight to Phil Jones at the back point, but Rakitic headed the ball first to clear the ball.

"Header clearance... Oh, it's Neymar who has the ball. This is Barcelona's chance to counterattack!"

Coleman gritted his teeth and went up to make a flying tackle, but Neymar predicted it in advance, suddenly raised his toes, and connected the ball with the ball and jumped over Coleman who came from the sliding tackle.

A burst of cheers erupted from the stands. Mortensen shook his head and was speechless. From his condescending position, he could see very clearly that MSN had a clear division of labor, a clear position, and three arrows fired in unison.

Sun Wu knew that it would be difficult for him to guard Neymar, who was already speeding up, so he could only retreat desperately while paying attention to the movements of Suarez and Messi.

Neymar picked up Coleman and immediately sped up. After making a fake pass to Suarez, he passed the ball to Messi.

The Spanish commentator next door started roaring again, but Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu were fully focused and not affected at all.

"Be careful...Messi is in the middle...Oh, Herrera is coming!"

"Herrera returned to defense so quickly?"

Of course it was fast. After taking the corner kick, Herrera didn't pause at all. He didn't even look to see who had grabbed the point. He ran straight to the center circle at high speed. His goal was Messi.

But Messi's personal ability was too strong. He suddenly braked and turned to get rid of Herrera, and then accelerated again.

However, Herrera did not give up. He accelerated and followed...Messi turned again. This time Herrera had no choice and was staggered to the ground.

"Oops, 3 versus 2..." Zhang Lu was already desperate.

In less than ten seconds after Rakitic made a header to clear the ball, MSN had pushed the front line to within 30 meters, and Coleman and Herrera failed to intercept one after another.

Pochettino looked frustrated on the sidelines. The less he hoped for something to happen, the more likely it would happen...Murphy effect!

Sun Wu gritted his teeth and looked at Messi, "Come on, Leon, let's fight it out!"

It's a pity that this is not a medieval knight showdown. Messi is not interested in getting past Sun Wu and goes straight to the yellow dragon. He chose a safer way.

"Messi...looking for Suarez?"

"No, no, no, Messi reverses the ball...it's Neymar!"

Neymar, who had previously picked Coleman to send a cross, crossed diagonally and received the diagonal ball on the right side of Messi. He was about to enter the penalty area!

"Beep!"

A shrill scream, a foul that made Barcelona fans angry and happy at the same time, a difficult move of one and a half flips in the air and six rolls on the ground!

"Penalty kick!" Barcelona's substitute players rushed down and shouted at the referee.

Suarez opened his arms and ran towards the referee, making a sign of a card.

"Shit, diving, naked diving!" Sun Wu, who could see it clearly, was angry. He pushed aside Suarez and Messi and shouted at the referee: "I didn't touch him at all. This It’s a flop!”

"Brazilians love to dive, don't be fooled!" running back Thomas Muller shouted from the outside, and then he and Alves fought...

Luke Shaw, whose face was red, jumped up from the ground, rushed to Neymar, who was still pretending to be pitiful, and angrily reprimanded him. Rakitic and Mascherano immediately pulled him away, and Aldewere Ed and Phil Jones squeezed in, and the two sides started pushing and shoving.

Surrounding Neymar and the referee, both crowds were spitting.

The replay started on the screen. Zhan Jun watched it twice carefully and suddenly raised his tone to suppress the Spanish commentator's voice next door. "There was indeed contact, but in slow motion... Look! The tip of Luke Xiao's left toe touched. Neymar had already fallen before he reached his calf!"

"This is a complete and standard diving move!" Zhang Lu roared angrily: "Neymar is famous for diving, and the referee was fooled!"

"Now it depends on the referee's decision." Zhan Jun calmed down, "The whistle was blown and Luke Shaw was called for a foul, but he may not be given a yellow card because Luke Shaw already had a yellow card, and it may not be a penalty kick. , although Neymar fell in the penalty area, the contact between the two sides was on the penalty area line..."

At this time, the live broadcast suddenly changed the scene. Pochettino on the sidelines was almost frantically complaining to the fourth official about Neymar's diving. Mike Phelan and Jesus on the side could not persuade him...

Well, Pochettino believed that set-pieces had risks and benefits, but the facts proved him wrong... The frustration and loss hidden in the Argentine's heart made him speak uncontrollably.

No way, penalty kick, red card, what to do next?

There was commotion on and off the field, and it was not much better in the stands. Manchester United fans and Barcelona fans were in contact, and riots had begun in that area. A large number of riot police with shields rushed forward.

Well, Platini's face looked ugly in the guest seats.

After a while, the referee made a penalty. He first showed Luke Shaw a yellow card, then took out a red card and sent him off. Then he gave the most noisy Alves and Herrera a yellow card respectively, and also gave him a yellow card. Suarez, who took the initiative to ask the referee to take out a card, was given a yellow card.

But then the referee pointed to the penalty area line, indicating that this was a free kick and not a penalty kick.

It was almost fifty games each. Sun Wu stared at Neymar who was still pretending with a sullen face, and his teeth itched with hatred.

"Best?" Rakitic patted Sun Wu on the shoulder and motioned for him to get out of the way.

Sun Wu licked his lips, his eyes still falling on Neymar, "Ivan, do you know Joey Barton?"

Rakitic's lips trembled, of course he knew. This was one of the hot topics discussed in the British media half a month ago. It is said that he is almost certain to retire...

Sun Wu took a deep breath and mentally planned what to do next.

But at this moment, the referee pressed the call button, listened for a while and then suddenly ran to the sidelines, took out the red card and pointed it at Pochettino.

The boos immediately resounded throughout the audience.

Sent off two people at once, well, Barcelona is really Platini's godson!

But things have two sides, and a smile appeared on Sun Wu's lips.

Patrick in the stands also twitched the corner of his mouth. Of course he remembered clearly that last season's Manchester City Derby, Pochettino sat in the stands, and Guardiola was completely defeated by Sun Wu.