hotmtlnovel Chapter 432
Chapter 432
During the halftime break.
Li Shiguang and the other two sat on the sofa and chatted.
Rivaldo was still thinking about Sneijder's wonderful pass just now: "Boss, why do I feel like we made a loss by selling Wesley? Wesley handled the attack when Inter Milan equalized the score just now very well. Every choice was the right one!"
Although Li Shiguang agreed with Rivaldo's statement.
But he did not regret selling Sneijder. After all, Sneijder brought Leeds United a net profit of about 40 million euros!
"It's not a big problem... Ferreira, as long as you are here, I believe you can train Kevin and James to the level of Wesley in a very short time. And don't forget, in Real Sociedad, we still have the twin stars Wang Chu and Miralem. As for attacking midfielders, we don't lack a Wesley."
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Although he knew that what Li Shiguang said was correct, Simeone next to him couldn't help it, "Boss, Wesley was very sad when he left. If he knew you said such a thing now, he would probably cry to death."
"Diego... If he knew." Li Shiguang said in a bad tone, "I will expel you from Leeds United!"
"No! What does this have to do with me!?" Simeone hurriedly cried out.
Li Shiguang looked at Simeone as if he was mentally retarded: "There are only three of us in this room. Ferreira will definitely not tell. If Wesley really knew, did I tell him myself!?"
····
Fifteen minutes of halftime break.
The atmosphere in the two locker rooms is completely different.
On the Inter Milan side, Mourinho praised his disciples as soon as he entered the goal. Even Materazzi, who made a small mistake in the first half and caused the team to lose the ball and felt a little guilty, was patted on the shoulder by Mourinho to show encouragement, without saying much.
To be honest.
Mourinho was very satisfied with the first half.
Under the Champions League knockout system, being able to take away a goal from Old Trafford, even if there is only one, is an advantage for Inter Milan.
On the other hand, in the home team's locker room.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Ferguson was weirded by Mourinho before the game, and he was in a bad mood. Fortunately, his beloved disciple made a shocking turn and volley to make himself feel a little better. As a result, Inter Milan equalized the score before the end of the first half.
As soon as he entered the locker room, Ferguson was furious: "Owen, Anderson, did I tell you to keep a close eye on Sneijder? What are you two doing? Are you ignoring my words?"
No one can challenge Ferguson's authority in the Manchester United locker room. When he scolds a player with a red neck, no matter how big the player is, he has to listen to him properly, let alone Anderson and Hargreaves.
So Ferguson's voice fell.
The entire Manchester United locker room did not dare to make a sound. Even Ronaldo, who was changing his jersey, moved much more gently, fearing that the sound of the jersey rubbing against his body would cause Ferguson, who was on the verge of exploding, to point the spearhead at himself.
Seeing that the players did not dare to speak.
Ferguson stood in the middle of the locker room and looked around. He calmed down and spoke again: "We have lost a goal at home. Although the score is still 1:1, I believe you all know that we are now at a disadvantage. If we want to advance to the quarterfinals, we need more goals! So in the second half, I hope you don't make similar mistakes again! Remember, I'm talking about everyone!"
"There is no problem with the tactics, Cristiano. Expand your range of activities in the second half. If necessary, you can exchange positions with Wayne. Mourinho has placed a heavy bet on you and wants to contain you, but I believe that with your state and ability, you will find a way to break the deadlock!"
Hearing Ferguson say this, Ronaldo, who had just put on his new jersey, nodded.
"Wayne, you have to run too. Don't just walk around in your little circle. It's also one of your jobs to help Cristiano attract some firepower! Do you understand!?"
"Well, I'll pay attention, sir!" Rooney also nodded in a muffled voice, with not much expression on his round face.
"And! Owen, Anderson!" Finally, Ferguson did not let go of the two people who were sitting in fear and dared not breathe, "I'll say it one last time, keep a close eye on Sneijder! If he finds another chance in the second half, don't wait for me, the more than 70,000 fans in the stands will spray you to death!"
····In the second half, the two sides changed sides and continued the game.
Inter Milan, who had an away goal, played leisurely. Mourinho had told the players during the halftime break that they should stabilize their defense first and then look for opportunities to counterattack in the second half. Even if the game ended in a draw, it would be acceptable to them!
In contrast, Manchester United played much more impatiently.
For them, a draw means being at a disadvantage.
If they can't win this game, it will be difficult to go to Meazza in the next round!
But football games don't mean that whoever plays more anxiously or attacks more fiercely will definitely score a goal, especially when facing a coach like Mourinho who has already put the bus to the extreme. Sometimes, if you play more anxiously, he will catch the flaw.
As the game time passed by minute by minute, Manchester United, who had been unable to score any more goals, became more and more anxious.
In this case,
Inter Milan almost threatened Schmeichel's goal several times through quick counterattacks after successful defense, which scared Ferguson on the sidelines!
When the game was in the 80th minute.
Ferguson used up his last substitution and replaced Berbatov with a last-ditch effort.
But the Bulgarian's appearance did not change the situation on the field.
After the six-minute stoppage time, Diaz blew the whistle to end the game.
Finally.
In this focus battle of the first round of the 2007-2008 Champions League round of 16, Manchester United shook hands with Inter Milan at home 1:1!
After the game.
Mourinho took the initiative to find Ferguson with a smile, wanting to chat for a few more words.
But the old Sir Alex Ferguson, with a sullen face, didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. He just suppressed his anger and shook hands with Mourinho, then went into the player tunnel without looking back...
····
Li Shiguang, who was sitting on the sofa in the room, stood up and stretched lazily, and raised his eyebrows to Simeone and Rivaldo with a little pride: "Finally finished watching... Did you see what I said? Ferguson may not win this game, right?"
"Boss." Simeone looked at Li Shiguang with his eyes slanted, "If I remember correctly, you said that Mourinho wanted to take a victory away from Old Trafford, and it's probably impossible..."
Meeting Simeone, a nitpicker, Li Shiguang had no choice but to scold directly: "Just say whether he took it away or not!"
Seeing that Simeone, who was about to speak, wanted to confront him.
Li Shiguang picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Simeone, and manually muted the microphone.
"Go away, don't disturb my sleep. If I don't sleep well and fail to win the game tomorrow, Diego, it will all be your fault, understand?"