Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 287: De Gea: My save success rate is 71.74%, PSxG-GA value is 0.23
Old Trafford.

After being taunted by Barcelona fans at Camp Nou last time, Andrea Sr. took his brothers to the streets with posters, banners, flags, gongs and drums.

They are a group of die-hard Manchester United fans called Shareholders United.

A group of people wearing bright red jerseys marched along Sir Busby Road.

Like the Manchester United team song MV shot a few years ago.

"You know what those Spanish bastards said at Camp Nou?"

Old Andrea shouted from the front of the queue.

Without waiting for Manchester United fans to speak, he gave the answer directly: "The Spaniards said we are not Real Madrid. Messi is 10,000 times stronger than Ronaldo and 10,000 times stronger than Chu. He will create miracles at Old Trafford!"

Although Ronaldo left Manchester United and joined Real Madrid at that time, Manchester United fans' love for Ronaldo did not diminish.

If you want to tell me the reason?

Ronaldo brought all the championships to Manchester United, including the Champions League, Premier League and Club World Cup. He also left a lot of money when he left.

And in the eyes of many old Manchester United fans.

Ronaldo is still the young boy with the ramen hair and a tearful nose.

Perhaps in 10 years, they will look upon Chu in the same way.

"Let Barcelona recall the nightmare of 08 and shatter the Spanish Champions League dream!"

"Manchester United, move forward!"

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Nearly 10 people surrounded Old Trafford.

Even though more than half of them did not have tickets, they still chose to come to the scene to support Manchester United.

When the bus with the Manchester United logo drove over, the crowd instantly boiled like boiling water.

"Champione, Champione! (Champion, champion!)"

“Oh We, Oh We, Oh We”

“David de Gea, Paul PogbaChu feng!!”

The cheerful and exciting melody was sung in unison, which made people's blood boil. The Manchester United players in the car were also humming softly.

Chu Feng remembered that he learned this song when he first came to Manchester United training camp.

Every time I sing the names of the star players in the lyrics, the sense of pride that comes naturally is indescribable.

I didn't expect that I would be included in it now.

"Scott, come on and defend Messi today, and become famous with one goal!"

Chu Feng said with a smile.

“Haha, I’ll do my best!”

McTominay scratched his head and didn't seem to have much confidence.

Political Commissar Egypt had a high level of ideological awareness and gave Xiaomai some psychological counseling: "Why think so much? Whether you can prevent it or not, just do your job well."

"Yes!" Chu Feng also echoed.

He remembered the trajectory of the original world, and McIlroy did a good job defending Messi.

And the wheat is stronger now.

The club bus drove through the crowd and into the stadium, and Mourinho took Chu Feng to the press conference.

"Can Manchester United win? I don't think it's necessary to ask this question. Any team with aspirations will answer - yes!"

"It's a shame that Herrera is banned, but I believe Scott can get the job done because I've witnessed his growth with my own eyes."

"Messi? He's a great player, but Manchester United also have them."

Mourinho's face was grim.

Although Manchester United has made many adjustments to its lineup due to suspension and physical fitness, Barcelona is not much better.

Do you really think Umtiti is better than Lenglet?

If this is true, then why is he still sitting on the bench?

Since Chu Feng can beat Lenglet, he can also beat Umtiti. Mourinho is full of confidence about this.

"Chu, do you have anything to say about your transfer rumors?"

A reporter from The Sun raised his hand to ask a question.

Chu Feng glanced at the press officer helplessly, wondering if the content of the interview needs to be reviewed?
This is purely to change your mentality!
He even suspected that The Sun received money from Barcelona.

"The club has clarified everything. I don't care about the outside opinions. Now my focus is on the game."

Chu Feng's answer was flawless.

"Are you afraid of Messi?"

The Sun reporter continued to ask questions.

"He is a fantastic player, but I have never been afraid of him. Besides, I have scored more goals this season, both in the league and in the Champions League."

"If you want to compare career totals."

Chu Feng looked directly at the reporter and said word by word: "You are welcome to come back and ask again in ten years!"

He was also annoyed and couldn't stand comparing himself with others every day, which made him feel upset.

Just start fighting directly.

Then the Sun reporter was asked to leave the meeting room.
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After the pre-match preparations were completed, it was exactly 19:30 in the evening when the players from both teams pushed the door and walked into the passage.

Silence, repression.
Everyone can clearly feel the undercurrent hidden beneath this calmness; today's game will definitely be intense.

Messi stood at the front of the queue, glancing at Chu Feng out of the corner of his eye.

Why is it so high?
It's not obvious if they don't stand together, but now the contrast is very obvious. Messi subconsciously took two steps back.

"The weather forecast says it will rain, so be careful of the long-range shots from the opposite side."

Chu Feng turned around and gave some instructions.

De Gea high-fived and then separated them, making a "sizzling" sound. "You can also take more long shots if you have the chance. The PSxG-GA value of the Barcelona goalkeeper is only 0.08."

Ter Stegen next to him was instantly excited when he heard this.

It's true that he's not very good at blocking long shots, but you can't sabotage him in person, right?

"What's your PSxG-GA value?"

Ter Stegen asked back unconvinced.

"Oh, it's only 0.23, just 0.04 more than Courtois."

De Gea touched his thick hair as he spoke.

"puff!"

Chu Feng couldn't hold back his laughter. He didn't expect that Yazi was quite capable and could say the most pretentious words in the most calm tone.

But it wasn't the data that made Ter Stegen collapse.

But the hair
He has been troubled by hair loss for a long time and has tried many methods without any effect. He is preparing to get a hair transplant after the season ends.

"They are deliberately messing with your mentality. Can't you see this despicable trick?"

Suarez interrupted the conversation.

After finishing, he grinned at Maguire, which looked a bit scary.

Maguire got goosebumps all over his body and subconsciously avoided Suarez's sight.

This thing bites!

As the melody of the Champions League theme song sounded, the players walked out amid cheers, and what came into view was a TIFO!

On the left is a cartoon image of Manchester United’s No. 7, with his arms folded across his chest and looking forward with disdain.

The cartoon image of Barcelona's No. 10 on the right is crying.

At the bottom was a line of large characters: "Welcome to your nightmare theater!"

Although the capacity is not as large as Camp Nou, its atmosphere is not much inferior.

On the contrary, it is vaguely even more powerful.

As the UEFA Champions League theme song came to an end, the players of the two teams stood in a row and the camera quickly passed by the front.

It stayed on Chu Feng and Messi's faces for a long time.

Everyone knows that in tonight's game, the performance of these two players will determine the outcome.

Will the former defend Old Trafford, or will the latter lead Barcelona to create another miracle? Hundreds of millions of fans around the world are looking forward to it?

"Next, let me introduce to you Manchester United's starting lineup!"

The stadium DJ's excited voice spread out, echoing in every corner of the stadium.

"Goalkeeper: De Gea!"

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"Forward: Chu!!!"

When DJ called out Chu Feng's name.

As three thunderous drums sounded, Manchester United fans raised their hands and applauded, shouting at the top of their lungs. "You Make Us Happy When Skies Are Grey!"

"Coz When It's Pouring You Just Keep Scoring!"

"Chu!!!"

Tens of thousands of people are shouting your name. Although Chu Feng has heard it many times, he still can't help but feel excited.

Next revealed was Barcelona's starting lineup.

The stadium DJ called out the players' names one by one.

In accordance with the fine tradition passed down by fans all over the world, shouts of "Fuck You!" rang out from the home stands.

Neville was grinning from ear to ear in the commentary booth, and forced a serious expression as he introduced: "Valverde made very few adjustments. The left winger was replaced by Dembele and the left center back was replaced by Umtiti. Judging from these two adjustments, Barcelona will start the game at a fast pace."

Carragher nodded: "Barcelona are one goal behind in the total score, so it is very reasonable to rush to the start, but we must also be careful of Manchester United's serial tricks to avoid problems in the first round again."

A dark cloud floated in the night sky.

But there was no rain, which only made the stadium hotter. Chu Feng was sweating before the game officially started.

Three minutes later.

The referee pressed his watch and blew the whistle!
Beep! ! !
Chu Feng passed the ball back to Pogba, who immediately turned around and went into Barcelona's defense area.

Pique, Umtiti and Busquets formed a triangle to surround him and cut off all passing routes.

Pogba did not pass the ball hard, but continued to pass it back.

Manchester United now has the advantage and is not in a hurry at all, just passing the ball back in the backcourt.

If you don't press forward, they will fall to the end.

Compared to the first leg, Barcelona was much more cautious and moved forward slowly.

And in the process of forming the formation, he did not relax his defense on Chu Feng.

But Chu Feng is not a stick warrior. When Manchester United pushed the attack to the right, he ran to the left flank area of ​​Barcelona.

vice versa.

Rashford and Mahrez played so comfortably.

The game reached the 6th minute.

Pogba and Mahrez connected diagonally, the polo king dribbled the ball past Arthur and into the gap created by Chu Feng.

"Super long-distance shot!"

"The angle of the ball was really tricky. Ter Stegen didn't dare to hold the ball and blocked it out of the baseline!"

"Manchester United gets a corner kick!"

Neville patted his thigh while explaining the game, and he seemed a little regretful that the ball didn't go in.

Carragher pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing Manchester United gaining the upper hand, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Chu Feng gave Mahrez a thumbs up and praised him, "Keep playing at this pace. I will try my best to create space in the middle."

Busquets frowned.

Chu Feng's position just now was very strange. Not only was he in his own blind spot, but he was also in the middle of Barcelona's double central defenders.

On the surface, Chu Feng was restricted, but in fact, it was his side that was restrained.

Moreover, Manchester United's tactics have also undergone tremendous changes. Originally, Chu Feng was the core of the offense, but now it radiates more to the two wings.

This caused Barcelona to have a hard time playing on both sides.

"We can't go on like that, Samuel, you defend closely, I have to stand in the middle!"

Busquets said to Umtiti.

"Don't forget to help me with defense."

Umtiti did not refuse, after all, this was a pre-match arrangement, but he couldn't help feeling panic.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you."

Pique patted his chest and promised.

Umtiti's dark face wrinkled, thinking that you are the most unreliable one, so you'd better be careful.

The worst that can happen is a foul.

Manchester United's corner kick was kicked to the back of the penalty area, where Chu Feng and Umtiti were both there, and the two immediately started a close fight.

boom!
Umtiti felt his knees go weak and the height of his jump was much lower.

"If it was before I got injured, I would never do this!"

He could only watch helplessly as Chu Feng grabbed the ball, exerted force from his waist and abdomen to head the ball, and the football flew towards the goal!
clang! ! !
The football passed through Ter Stegen's hands, hit the crossbar hard, and then bounced back into the penalty area.

Pique hurriedly broke the sideline.

"It doesn't matter if you can't grab anything, but the key is to interfere, interfere, understand?!"

Ter Stegen got up and roared angrily.

If Barcelona hadn't been luckier, the score would have been changed.

Umtiti lowered his head after being scolded.

It’s not that he didn’t interfere just now, it’s just that it didn’t work. He couldn’t have committed a foul in the penalty area, right?

But he was embarrassed to say this.

Seeing that the atmosphere in Barcelona was getting worse, Messi glanced at the armband on his upper arm and stood up to encourage: "Stop arguing, attack, and there will be less pressure in the backcourt."

The game continues to start.

Barcelona began to make conscious arrangements, passing the ball to Messi, hoping to use the Argentine's personal ability to open up the situation.

McTominay is ready.

He has the same habit as Chu Feng, analyzing his opponents through video recordings.

But this trick works fine against ordinary players.
Messi still lowered his shoulders and changed direction, waiting for the moment when McArthur kicked the ball, and then touched the ball at a faster speed.

After being overtaken, Xiao Mai did not stop, because he turned sideways in advance, he barely kept up with Messi's pace.

"Come on to the confrontation!"

"Scott is very smart. He uses his strengths to counter his opponent's weaknesses!"

Before Neville finished speaking, Carragher continued: "Messi! Withstood the pressure and dribbled the ball to the front of the penalty area!"

At this time, other Barcelona players, Suarez, suddenly moved forward and attracted David Luiz.

Dembele is playing a two-man show with Wan-Bissaka.

There was a brief gap in front of the penalty area.

Maguire was too slow to make up for the deficit in time.

"I come!"

Matic rushed over from the side, but instead of kicking the ball to intercept, he blocked the shooting path.

Far corner!

Messi's dominant foot is his left foot, so if he shoots, it will most likely go to the far corner.

This is a player who plays with his brain.

But Messi started again, at an incredibly fast speed, and created space for shooting!

"Here it comes, look at this shot!"

"Far corner!"

Carragher raised both his hands, ready to cheer and celebrate the next second.

The football will bounce off the ground, which is the shot that goalkeepers hate the most, but De Gea flew sideways and gently touched the ball with his fingertips.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

Neville yelled at the top of his voice, "The patron saint of the Red Devils Manchester United, he saved Messi's sure goal, this is David De Gea!"

"The save success rate is 71.74%, ranking first in Europe!"

“PSxG-GA value is 0.23, ranking first in Europe!”

Wow! ! !
At Old Trafford, Manchester United fans were also roaring, venting their excitement.

There is more to football than just scoring goals.

Tackle, save, escape, long pass.
Each of these factors can get the adrenaline pumping.

That's the beauty of football.

Maguire pulled De Gea up and spit in his ear: "David, you are my God!"

De Gea tried to act calm and pretend, but the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed him.

I am worthy of being the second highest paid goalkeeper in the world.

As for who is number one?
Atletico Madrid's Oblak earns 30 pounds a week, which is only a few tens of thousands of pounds less than Chu.

(End of this chapter)