Volume 7, Chapter 291: No Win or Lose

Blanco felt that he had been subjected to the most obvious calculation, the most obvious match-fixing.

While Mourinho waved his hands to celebrate, Blanco opened his arms and almost ran to the edge of the field, shouting angrily: "This is not a foul! Isn't it a foul? They are pressing people! This is not the Premier League! Old Te Can Rufford bully people like this?"

But no matter what he said, the Hungarian referee Kassai on the sidelines firmly pointed to the middle circle.

Goals are valid, protests are invalid.

Blanco, who rushed into the field, was also warned by the fourth official: "Mr. Blanco, please return to your position, this is the second time you have been warned."

This time Blanco didn't care about that much. He felt that he was not in the wrong, and directly roared angrily: "Shouldn't the goal like that just now be blown away? I have never seen such a goal that won't be judged to charge the goalkeeper." Look, look at how much damage our goalkeeper has suffered, and he hasn't gotten up yet! May I ask if you have brought the Premier League standard to the Champions League? Or is it Old Trafford, so Manchester United should be reasonable Should be protected?!"

"Mr. Blank, please pay attention to your words!" The fourth official warned him seriously, and then nodded: "OK, I have understood your complaint, and I will communicate with the referee. If you have any dissatisfaction, after the game You can have the right to apply, but for now, please abide by the competition order!"

Blanco almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, damn it, wait until the game is over? Complaints are useless!

Gasser pulled him back directly: "Alright, alright, Loon, calm down, calm down! We still have half the game."

Blanco gradually calmed down: "I know, don't remind me, I still have more restraint than Jose Mourinho."

Blanco began to prepare for the second half, and the situation took a turn for the worse for Paris.

In the locker room of Paris, the team doctor specially came to check Ming Tao's head.

"No problem. Leon, you can rest assured."

Blanc nodded slightly and began to cheer for his players: "It's no big deal, guys. Do you feel it? Today we have more opportunities than at the Parc des Princes, which shows that our tactics are correct. Stick to it." Go on! We just lost to... Well, this is their home court, there will always be these reasons, you have to learn to accept it. Ming has set an example in these two games, and he is the one with the most big scene attributes Players! And you, who is not? He is from the Bundesliga relegation team, and many of you are from giants. For example, God Tazlatan, you have worked in several top giants, and your resume is worse than mine. It's much better, but now, it's time to show your abilities, God Tower, you have to guide the direction, did we not light you up in the first half?"

Blanco made the atmosphere very relaxed, without a tense situation, which may be the most suitable for the current Paris players.

As for Mourinho, he was extremely dissatisfied with the performance of the players in the first half.

"Look at your offensive efficiency. If it's not for Zhou to stand up, tell me how you plan to play in the second half? Can the pace of the game be accelerated? I never said that you can give up the ball. Bastian, I didn't ask you to come up to give Zhou Is that all you have to do with a big foot on the top of your head?"

Schweinsteiger shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Only a coach like Mourinho can say that and let such a player accept it without any reason.

Zhou Tiancheng smiled at him lightly: "Okay, Bastian, you also know that he is such a person."

"I won't take it to heart." Schweinsteiger sneaked up to Zhou Tiancheng's ear and whispered, "Just treat it as a mistaken wound by a lunatic."

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In fact, Blanco didn't have many cards to play. In the second half, he replaced Lucas Jr. and joined Di Maria on both wings. .

However, the most important thing is that the midfielder is still really inferior to Manchester United, and there is a gap. There is no other way for Pastore to be replaced.

This is the case anyway, whether he is on the court or not, and he didn't feel his presence at all in the first half.

Mourinho still replaced Lukaku in the 60th minute, and Zhou Tiancheng returned to the midfield.

That's right, it seems that this should be the rhythm that really wants to control the initiative of the game.

God Taib finally got a chance to show off in the second half, and Paris began to copy Manchester United's tactics in the first half-they should play like this the most. The two high points in the middle are not used, it is completely a display.

But Manchester United have more opportunities to counterattack.

After 60 minutes, Thiago Silva and Marquinhos were no longer as calm as they were before conceding the ball. Not only Zhou Tiancheng, Rooney got more opportunities.

Ming Tao got more opportunities to perform.

"Ming once again saved Rooney's short-range shot! My God! His movements are actually faster than Rooney's. This instant reaction fully shows that maybe he has reached world class!"

"Single-handed! Single-handed! Beautiful good chance! Zhou's pass went straight through, Depay! Ah! Ming! He tackled the ball out of the sideline..."

Blanco became more and more irritable watching from the sidelines, because the singing at Old Trafford could no longer be suppressed, shaking the whole stadium.

"This is the Theater of Dreams!"

"This is the Theater of Dreams!"

"Cantona, Scholes, Beckham, Cristiano!"

"They are kings here."

...

"Now, there will be a new king here—"

"Zhou! Zhou! Zhou!!!"

"He is omnipotent, the ball is at his feet, like a wizard, with graceful changes."

"Get out of his feet, turn into thunder, and tear apart all defenses!"

When such a prelude sounds, it means that this is another successful game, and it is one step closer to the palace of kings in the hearts of Manchester United fans.

Ming Tao’s eyes were anxious. He could only guarantee to keep a glimmer of hope for the team, but he couldn’t change his fate against the sky. Even if he rushed up at the last moment, this time Mourinho left the final substitution spot to Matic , is for him.

This is also the most helpless place for goalkeepers. They can only watch the frontcourt fail again and again, but most of the real decisive moments have nothing to do with them. Even the most forward-minded Neuer cannot escape this law.

1:1, with a total score of 3:3, Manchester United's promotion only relied on the advantage of more away goals.

After the final whistle, the Paris players lay down in the Theater of Dreams.

I'm not reconciled, I was wronged.

Ming Tao squatted in front of the goal, burying his head deep into his body.

"Hey, hey, Xiaotao, what... what's going on? I cried. This is a new thing! A man bleeds, sweats and doesn't cry, be strong, isn't it surprising? We are not even mentally prepared for this?"

"It's wrong, I lost...forget it, it's over, brother Cheng, you won't understand, congratulations!"

Zhou Tiancheng helped Mingtao up, and smiled: "You lost? Who said that? It's just two draws. Paris didn't lose, and you won."

After the game, Ming Tao still enjoyed the treatment of the stars, and a large group of reporters surrounded him.

It doesn't matter what you ask, although in the end it was Zhou Tiancheng and his Manchester United who advanced, but in this round of competition, Zhou Tiancheng did not make a mistake and there was no win or loss.

Whether it is the process or the result, Manchester United really did not win for the first time this season.

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