The Red Devils' revival starts with retaining Mourinho

Halftime break, Old Trafford home team locker room. Head coach Mourinho is like a battle-hardened general, his eyes sweeping across the faces of every player, his eyes are both stern and full of expectations for these warriors. He frowned slightly, then took a deep breath and began to loudly arrange tactics.

"Listen up, boys!" His voice echoed in the locker room with an unquestionable power, "We have done a good job in the first half of the attack, but we were just a little bit unlucky. But we can't be impatient, the more such moments, the more we must stay calm, just like the captain at the helm in a storm, if we lose our footing, the ship will be destroyed and people will die."

He paced back and forth, and his steady steps seemed to measure the confidence of the players, "We must continue to strengthen the intensity of the attack, and we can't retreat because of their bus defense. Our attack should be like waves, one after another, constantly impacting their defense line."

As he said, he walked to the tactical board, picked up a pen, and circled and drew on it.

"Look here, Swansea's defense seems airtight, but there are actually some loopholes. There will be gaps between their full-backs and central defenders at certain moments, and this is where we can take advantage. Hakimi, Nico, this task is handed over to you, and you can attack this position when you have the chance." Mourinho said to Ashraf Hakimi and Nico Williams, while tapping the tactical board with the tip of the pen in his hand, making a tapping sound, as if tapping the players' heartstrings.

"Understood, boss!" Ashraf Hakimi and Nico Williams said in unison.

"Rashford, your breakthrough on the left is very threatening, but don't just fight alone, cooperate more with your teammates, attract their defensive players, and then look for gaps. Haaland, you have to be tougher in the penalty area, use your physical advantage to fight against their defenders, and create shooting opportunities." Mourinho's eyes fell on the players one by one, and every player he was watching straightened his spine involuntarily.

"And Olmo, Fernandez, you are the engine of the team, you must control the rhythm of the game and pass the ball to the attacking players quickly and accurately. Don't let the ball stay at your feet for too long, otherwise it will give their defenders time to reposition." There was a little urgency in his tone, as if he wanted to go on the court to implement these tactics himself.

"Gvardiol, Dias, you must always be vigilant, especially when Theo and Hakimi attack forward, you must pay attention to their counterattacks. We can't ignore the space behind us because we are attacking with all our strength. A small mistake may put us in a passive position."

Mourinho's words were like a fire, igniting the fighting spirit in the players' hearts. He looked at the players' gradually determined eyes and nodded slightly, "I believe we have the strength to break the deadlock. We are Manchester United, and we are a strong contender for the championship. Don't be affected by the 0:0 in the first half. The second half is the time to truly show our strength. Now, let's break that damn bus formation and keep the victory at Old Trafford!"

The players' emotions were completely mobilized. They clapped their hands and encouraged each other. The loud voice seemed to announce that they were about to launch a fierce offensive storm in the second half.

In the visiting team's locker room, Swansea coach Luke Williams highly affirmed the players' performance. He told the players to continue to maintain this defensive state, and at the same time look for opportunities in counterattacks to give Manchester United a fatal blow.

After the start of the second half, Manchester United still took the initiative on the field. Their offense was more fierce, and the players' desire to attack was stronger.

Time passed by in the anxious atmosphere, and the game came to the 55th minute. Every inch of air in Old Trafford seemed to be filled with tension, and the hearts of the fans were hanging with every beat of the ball.

At this time, Swansea's attack had just been resolved, and the ball fell to the feet of Manchester United's left back Theo Fernandez. Theo Fernandez was like a cheetah that had been dormant for a long time and smelled the scent of prey. His eyes became sharp in an instant. In that lightning moment, he stretched out his foot like a flash of lightning and cut off the ball cleanly.

After the ball was cut, Theo Fernandez did not hesitate at all. His body seemed to be injected with infinite power. His feet were like powerful springs, and he rushed to the midfield with the ball at lightning speed. Every time he touched the ball, it was just right. The football seemed to be stuck to his feet.He controlled it as he pleased. His speed was so fast that a passage opened up by him seemed to appear in front of him. Wayne Routledge, the left winger of Swansea who had lost the ball before, could only chase him in vain.

Theo Fernandes ran all the way with the ball and soon reached the midfield.

At this time, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he quickly scanned the situation on the field. At that critical moment, he saw Marcus Rashford piercing the opponent's defense like a sword. Theo Fernandes did not hesitate at all. He swung his right foot back suddenly, and then kicked the ball out with all his strength. The pass was full of power, and the football was like a cannonball, with a whistling wind, flying accurately to Marcus Rashford.

Marcus Rashford was like an experienced hunter. He had predicted the passing route of Theo Fernandes early. He leaned forward slightly, his legs bent, like a fully drawn bow. When the ball flew to his feet, he rushed out like an arrow from a string. His speed was so fast that Swansea midfielders Bersant Celina and Ashley Grimes could only watch him pass by them like a gust of wind.

Marcus Rashford took the ball and entered the empty space. His footwork was extremely skillful. He made several feints in succession, which made Swansea's full-back Connor Roberts dizzy. His eyes were firm and sharp, staring at the opponent's penalty area, with only one thought in his mind: break through the defense and create a chance to score. His body was like a flexible snake, moving freely between the opponent's defensive players.

When Marcus Rashford broke through to the edge of the penalty area, Swansea's central defenders Mike van der Horn and Carter-Weeks surrounded him and tried to stop his attack. However, Marcus Rashford was not intimidated by the opponent's defensive momentum. His mind was extremely calm, and at that moment, he made an extremely wise decision. He gently tapped the ball with his right foot, and then passed the ball out. It was an extremely exquisite inverted triangle pass, and the football flew to the middle accurately as if it had eyes.

At this time, Erling Haaland was like a volcano about to erupt, and his body contained infinite power. His eyes were fixed on the flying football, and the fire in his heart was burning. When the football flew to his feet, he used all his strength and rushed forward. His body was like a heavy tank, with an unstoppable momentum, and slammed into Ashley Grimes, the Swansea defender who was defending him.

Ashley Grimes was like a fragile leaf under the impact of Erling Haaland, and was easily knocked away. Erling Haaland's eyes suddenly became clear, and he had only one goal in his heart: to score the ball into the opponent's goal. He swung his right foot back suddenly, and then kicked the ball out with all his strength. The shot was so powerful that the football was like a meteor, shooting towards the opponent's goal with dazzling light.

Swansea goalkeeper Christopher Nordfeldt reacted at that moment. He jumped up like an agile monkey and tried to save the ball. However, Erling Haaland's shooting speed was too fast and the power was too strong. Christopher Nordfeldt's fingers only touched the football lightly, and he couldn't change the direction of the football's flight at all. The football was like a cannonball, hitting the opponent's goal heavily.

The ball went in! 1:0!

The net was shaking violently, which was a testimony to Erling Haaland's strength. After confirming that the ball was lying firmly in the net, Erling Haaland's face was instantly covered with excitement. He first opened his arms, like an eagle soaring in the sky, enjoying the cheers of the whole audience.

Then, he jumped high, stretched his body to the extreme in the air, bent his legs slightly, and then fell heavily. After landing, he patted his chest with his right hand. The solid muscles conveyed his strength and confidence at the moment, as if telling the world that he was the king of this battlefield.

Old Trafford was boiling instantly. The cheers of the fans were deafening like a landslide and tsunami. They jumped and cheered wildly, venting their joy. The players of Manchester United also ran to Erling Haaland, and they hugged each other excitedly to celebrate this hard-won goal.

After Swansea lost the ball, it seemed that the fighting spirit in their hearts was aroused, and they changed their previous defense.The defense strategy was adopted and the offensive was launched. Their players rushed forward like a tide, trying to equalize the score as soon as possible. The midfielders' passing frequency increased significantly, and the strikers kept cruising in front of Manchester United's penalty area, looking for shooting opportunities.

On the Manchester United side, the players did not panic because of Swansea's attack. They still maintained their tactical discipline and defended and counterattacked in an orderly manner. Goalkeeper Christian Romero stood in front of the goal with a sharp gaze, ready to save the opponent's shot at any time. Theo Fernandez, Joshko Gwadiol, Ruben Dias and Ashraf Hakimi on the back line were ready, keeping a close distance from each other, ready to resolve Swansea's attack at any time.

The time came to the 68th minute, and the ball was at Ashraf Hakimi's feet. At that moment, Ashraf Hakimi seemed to be possessed by the god of war, and his eyes were full of confidence and determination. He gently pushed the ball forward, and then started like a flash of lightning. Seeing this, Swansea midfielder Bersant Celina rushed over and tried to block Ashraf Hakimi's way. But Ashraf Hakimi's footwork was extremely skillful. With a simple change of direction, he easily passed Bersant Celina.

After passing Bersant Celina, Ashraf Hakimi's speed did not slow down at all. He continued to rush forward with the ball, and at this time, Swansea's second defensive player, midfielder Jay Fulton, came up. The defensive player opened his arms and tried to block Ashraf Hakimi with his body. But Ashraf Hakimi was not afraid at all. He suddenly stopped while running at high speed, and then quickly pushed the ball to the side, successfully getting rid of Jay Fulton's defense again.