The Strongest Demon Front

Pull the ball.

spike.

change direction.

Football is like an elf, dancing left and right, dancing at Chu Ge's feet. It danced lightly, shuttling through the defensive jungle formed by Celta defenders.

Elegant, chic, like art.

"This kid's personal ability is too good."

"How do I feel that he is stronger than when he played for Real Madrid?"

"It's only been a year, how can he improve so fast! It's amazing!"

"Sure enough, being the boss at Manchester United is completely different from being the younger brother at Real Madrid. Now Chu's game temperament is so good, he feels like a superstar."

Seeing Chu Ge tormenting Celta's defense over and over again, the fans of the home team expressed emotion.

When Chu Ge played in La Liga, Celta fans were no strangers to this player.

However, at that time, their focus was more on Ronaldo.

In addition to Ronaldo, Benzema, Bale, Modric, Marcelo, James and other players are also very dazzling. In comparison, Chu Ge is more often regarded as a new star with full potential, just like Real Madrid's former Jesse and this year's Asensio, but few people really realize his value.

Today's game made those La Liga fans who thought they were familiar with Chu Ge very clearly feel the power of Chu Ge on the court.

"He's too strong."

"It's not going to work like this, it's hard for us to restrain him."

"We won't be defeated by him alone, will we?"

"I have a bad feeling."

Celta fans watched this game very worryingly.

Offensively, their team did not pose too many threats to Manchester United led by Kanter, De Gea, and Manolas; defensively, regardless of other Manchester United players, Chu Ge alone is enough to frighten all Celta defenders.

If it weren't for the drag on the physical fitness of Manchester United players caused by consecutive games, coupled with the advantage of home games, Celta might have shown their defeat early.

Celta coach Berizzo looked anxious.

He no longer has the calmness he had at the start of the game.

"The first half of the game is over, and the second half has been played for about ten minutes." Berizzo habitually raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"The current score is still 0:1, and we are still one goal behind." He looked up at the scoreboard, frowning.

"What should we do now?"

"Strengthen the offense and try to equalize the score? What if we don't score, and they take advantage of our emptiness and counterattack to score a goal, then everything will be over. But if we don't strengthen the offense, we will continue to develop according to the current situation. The ball seems to come hard, the game can be lost, it's passive."

"what to do?"

Berizzo was torn.

The left hand is offensive, the right hand is defensive; one side is hell, and the other side may also be hell.

The choice is really difficult.

The Celta players were also a little dazed at this time. As the game progressed, the thoughts in the players' minds began to increase, but the lack of clear instructions from the head coach made them less decisive in tactical execution.

At this time.

Martial retreated to take the ball and advanced along the left wing at high speed.

He ran at high speed and quickly burned the flames of war to Celta's backcourt.

"Chu!"

After attracting the attention of the three defenders, Martial decisively chose to pass the ball.

Out of trust in Chu Ge, he directly passed the football to Chu Ge who came to support him.

Chu Ge did not disappoint Martial's trust.

He is a skilled Marseille maneuver, and he is free to get rid of the defender who came to mark him.

With the ball, Chu Ge went straight to the middle of the penalty area.

As soon as they saw Chu Ge rushing over with the ball, the Celta defenders tensed up.

They looked a little nervous, and rushed towards Chu Ge.

At this time, Pogba quickly moved forward.

"Paul!"

Chu Ge feigned a shot and did not tangle with his opponent.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when almost all the defenders are surrounding him,

Chu Ge pushed the arch of his foot and immediately passed the football to Pogba's feet.

Pogba is comfortable with the football.

At this time, there was hardly any defensive player by his side!

"He didn't make a breakthrough by himself! That's not how the script was written!"

The Celta defender was shocked.

"Pogba is empty, this is a great opportunity for Manchester United! Chu Ge's pass is so beautiful! He seized the gap in Celta's defense and passed the football to the most deadly position!" The commentator shouted .

"Hurry up and fill up!" The fans pointed at Pogba in the stands and shouted loudly.

Celta's defenders hurried towards Pogba.

They sprinted with all their strength, trying to keep Pogba and the football outside the penalty area before he burst into the penalty area.

The defenders succeeded.

Pogba was about to lift his leg to form a shot, but soon he was surrounded by Celta defenders who returned to defend like rice dumplings, without any space for a kick to shoot.

Many players will take a long shot in a hurry at this time, whether they can get in or not, and the effect of the shot is up to fate.

However, Pogba, who is worth 10,000 euros, is definitely not an ordinary player.

False shot, shake the angle.

true biography!

"Chu!" Pogba turned his body sideways and passed the ball with one kick.

Football quickly went from the feet of Mr. 100 million to the feet of Mr. 150 million.

This is the transfer of spherical entropy.

Chu Ge took the ball calmly.

"Stop him!" The fans started yelling again.

They look very tense.

Seeing Chu Ge take the ball, some fans even put their hands together and began to pray to God.

The defenders were equally nervous.

When Pogba got the ball, they rushed towards Pogba, a little too hard, and now the defense against Chu Ge is not so tight.

This is a terrible thing.

No one knows the embattled threat better than the Celta defender. In today's game, they have been tortured by Chu Ge for an entire hour.

Back to defense!

The red alert is sounding!

Full speed!

The defenders did not dare to slack off.

Just rushed towards Pogba, now they immediately turned around and ran towards Chu Ge.

The frontier of the restricted area.

There was chaos.

Chu Ge is like the young master Pianpian in this troubled world. Facing the turbulent Celta defenders, he is not flustered at all.

Step on it lightly.

Gently flick.

The seemingly simple and simple movements can be done by a three-year-old child, but at Chu Ge's feet, there is a kind of magic that is as ingenious as nature's work.

There is no time to send, and there is an instant of lightning and flint.

With only one light step, Chu Ge swayed away from the defense of the two guards and rushed directly to the top of the penalty area.

Immediately afterwards.

He stopped suddenly, as if he had glanced behind him, and avoided a defender who was rushing up from behind.

"Bravo!"

Even the godfather-level champion coach Ferguson was fascinated by this series of natural and extraordinary moves, and couldn't help but applaud him.

"We can't let him pass any more!" Berizzo yelled anxiously.

Perhaps hearing the coach's call, central defender Gabriel reached out and pushed Chu Ge from behind.

Chu Ge staggered and lost the ball.

"B——!"

The ear-piercing whistle sounded immediately.

Free kick!

The referee immediately ran to the front of the penalty area and decisively took out a yellow card to warn the fouled Gabral.

"I didn't foul it, it wasn't me."

Gabriel put on an innocent look.

His teammates rushed to the referee and surrounded him, trying to change the referee's call by pleading.

They are nervous.

The defenders were a little nervous when fouled in the same position in the first half, but that was just a sign of concentration during the game.

But now it's different.

They are really panicking now.

Chu Ge scored a goal in the same position, and now he sends another free kick in almost the same position. If this goal is scored again, it will be two goals behind at home! Manchester United hold two away goals! What's the difference between that and being eliminated directly?

However, the referee ignored the appeal of the Celta players.

He made a hand-push motion, signaling Gabral to push for a foul. There is nothing wrong with this foul, and the call for a free kick is undisputed.

Seeing that the referee insisted on the penalty, Celta's players had no choice but to accept the free kick.

They retreated one after another and began to deploy defensively.

Alves leaned against the goal post again, shouted the names of his teammates, and ordered the wall to stand.

This time, he was more serious than last time.

"This time, you won't score any more goals! I will definitely stop the ball!" Gabriel stared at Chu Ge, said a harsh word, and then returned to the wall and joined his teammates. human wall.

In the wall of people, Gabriel also kept staring at Chu Ge, his beard and hair swelled like an angry lion.

He is using his own way to put pressure on Chu Ge, trying to interfere with Chu Ge's mentality.

"The wisdom of mortals."

Chu Ge turned a blind eye.

"He scored last time, so he probably won't score again this time. If he can still score, it would be too perverted." Berizzo looked at Chu Ge and thought anxiously.

The whistle blows.

Chu Ge ran up.

Boom!

The familiar arc, like a flash of lightning, brightened the audience.

Alves stood on the goal line, skillfully watching the football hit the net.

"I suspect you are cheating, but I have no proof..."

The soccer ball bounced against the net.

Alves' heart was cold.