Football: A god-level template for the start, subverting the football world!

The game continues on the field.

The broadcast camera was given to Ferguson, and Director Zhan savored his expression.

"I don't know what happened to Roy Keane, Ferguson's face is very bad."

Zhang Lu speculated on the side.

"When he first carried it down, Roy Keane couldn't even lie down."

"The team doctor told him to lie on a stretcher, and the back of his pants was still a little red."

"Did you say it could be..."

Zhan Jun immediately interrupted, for fear of discussing something that could not be broadcast in the live broadcast room.

After Roy Keane came off, Manchester United's midfield hardness dropped significantly.

He Tuo began to exert his impact.

In the 74th minute of the game, Gary Neville cut in on the wing.

An attempt at a cross was cleared by John Terry's header.

Frank Lampard took the first spot and turned to hoist forward.

Drogbaal carries Oschee's header back to the spot.

The ball falls to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Behind him, He Tuo patted the horse and arrived.

Facing the incoming ball, open your bow and arrow.

Tighten the top of your foot and concentrate the ball a little lower in the middle.

The ball didn't even spin in the air, whistling towards the left side of the goal.

Howard struggled to make a sideways save.

Holding one palm to the ball, it seems to touch the ball.

As a result, the shot is too powerful.

The ball smashed straight through Howard's fingertips and slammed into the net.

Jose Mourinho couldn't stop laughing on the sidelines.

"This kid, fierce!"

Director Zhan got up excitedly, raised his arms and shouted:

"He Tuo has scored!"

"He stood! Oh no, he's made a meritorious service! "

"Nice long shot! A powerful shot! "

He Tuo rushed to the Chelsea fan zone to celebrate wildly.

In the ward, Roy Keane looked at He Tuo with anger.

"me!"

"Ahh

The nurse hurriedly pressed Roy Keane.

"You can't be angry with this disease, the more angry you are, the bigger the rift!"

The fans couldn't be more excited.

"Once again, I've seen a Dragon player score in the Premier League!"

"The last time a Dragon player scored in the Premier League was the last time!"

"Macho shot! Aesthetics of violence! "

Ferguson's face was flushed on the sidelines.

Chewing gum and telling the disciples to hurry up and kick off.

There are a maximum of 20 minutes left in the game, including stoppage time.

Time is running out for Manchester United!

After scoring the goal, He Tuo continued to press.

He knows that offense is the best defense.

Jose Mourinho called for his team to compress the formation.

This can effectively limit Manchester United's counter-attack.

Ferguson replaced Miller with Forlan to increase the attacking firepower up front.

In the 82nd minute of the game, Scholes received a pass from Neville in the middle and turned around.

He Tuo immediately came to defend in front of him.

Scholes faced He Tuo, and a trace of coolness arose in his heart.

Obviously he was playing against a young player.

How did you feel such a strong sense of oppression?

No matter what, I have to get past him, my teammates are waiting for me in the front court!

Scholes swayed sideways, trying to trick He Tuo with a feint.

It's a pity that in He Tuo's eyes, this move is no different from Brother Kun's dribbling.

He pretended to take a step back, making Scholes think he was being shaken.

Then when Scholes snickered and broke through with the ball to the other side.

Quickly stuck sideways and pushed Scholes straight away.

The smile also shifted from Scholes's face to He Tuo's.

Scholes rushed forward to press and try to get the ball back.

He Tuo turned around and carried Scholes.

Halfway through, he also easily pushed off Alan Smith, who assisted in the defense.

After half a circle on the spot, he dribbled forward.

It's not fast, but it's in the rhythm.

One step at a time, it's like dancing on the pitch.

Zhan Jun was intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself.

"He Tuo's dribbling is pure art!"

"Every step he took stepped on my heart!"

Fans: "Don't love it too much!"

Ferguson burst into flames on the sidelines.

"Can't you stop a young player!"

Scholes followed to the left with his tongue sticking out tiredly.

Alan Smith followed on his right with his tired hands flicked.

Osie knew that he couldn't let this kid get close to the penalty area.

Foul immediately after a quick rush.

There is no mud and water, it is just for people.

He Tuo was put down again, but now, he has the capital to lie down.

It's a good time for your own team to take the lead and lie flat!

He Tuo lay peacefully on the ground, with words in his mouth:

"Oops, referee, I have a headache!"

"Referee Emma, my ass hurts!"

"What about the team doctor, hurry up to the team doctor, my waist and legs are sore, and my energy is not good!"

Aoxie clenched his little fists on the side, helpless.

He couldn't figure it out.

Obviously a young player, how can he be so experienced in the game!

Minutes and seconds passed.

In three minutes of stoppage time, one and a half minutes were lost by He Tuo.

The most crucial thing is that United's attacking rhythm is also interrupted.

Manchester United players have a feeling that a beautiful woman can't get hard when she takes off her pants.

Jose Mourinho sits firmly on the Diaoyutai in the dugout.

He is already seriously considering letting He Tuo start directly in the next game.

Finally, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Frank Lampard ran to Ho Tuo to offer a hug.

Director Zhan couldn't hide his excitement:

'Chelsea got off to a good start!'

"He Tuo gave a wonderful performance."

"In this powerful conversation."

"He showed his talent to the world!"

He Tuo received a prompt at the moment when the whistle sounded at the end of the game.

"Ding!"

"The host had a great first professional game."

"Reward upgrade, congratulations to the host for getting the A-rank treasure chest!"