69novels Chapter 293
Chapter 293
In the ESPN live broadcast room, Zhan Jun, who finally calmed down, gave a post-match summary of the game with a trembling voice.
"The distance from hell to heaven is sometimes very far, sometimes very close."
"But today."
"93 minutes and 20 seconds into the game!"
"Su Fei!"
"Once again, with his invincible violent header, he saved the Manchester City fans who had fallen into the abyss from hell!"
"From Chelsea's loss of the last-minute goal to Manchester City's counter-final goal, 9320, Su Fei, once again completed another miracle with a goal that was almost like a god descending from heaven!"
"This is definitely the biggest miracle since the new century!"
"9320 miracle!"
"4:3!"
"This ups and downs of the final battle, under Su Fei's counter-final goal, became the world's Another legendary battle in the history of world football!"
"Such a game, no matter how gorgeous your words are, it is difficult to show its brilliance!"
"I am very happy to watch this game with the fans in front of the TV. This is my luck as a football commentator!"
"Manchester City successfully defeated Chelsea and has a 3-point lead. But they are still one step away from the top of the Premier League this season!"
"Today's live broadcast of the game ends here."
"Let's look forward to it together."
"The last round of the Premier League, Manchester City's game goodbye!"
-【Crying, really crying, brothers. Old Manchester City fans really can't stand it. I thought James might save the penalty, but I didn't expect Manchester City to complete the counter-attack!】
-【Injury time, saved a penalty to counter-attack and defeated the biggest championship opponent. There is no one before and no one after!】
-【9320, 9320 miracle! 】
-【Born to create miracles, I thought Su Fei had created too many famous scenes this season, but unexpectedly, in the most important game, he created the biggest miracle! 】
-【Win the championship, and then, in the last round, Manchester City will have the championship after 38 years! 】
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The TV broadcast is over.
José Mourinho has left the Chelsea players sadly, and the celebration of Manchester City is still going on.
The first time.
Su Fei stood on the court, led his teammates, and sang "Hey Jude" with the fans in the stands.
"Na na na na na na hey Jude~"
"Na na na na na na hey Jude~"
"Na na na na na na hey Jude~"
Under the night, the melodious and high-pitched singing floated over the bright Etihad Stadium.
Here.
It seems to have become the center of Manchester, England, and even Europe!
Manchester City fans were reluctant to leave.
This game.
Will become the best memory of their lives.
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Old Trafford, post-match press conference.
Ferguson walked into the scene with a frown on his face. He found that the media reporters were particularly excited and chattering about something.
Hmm?
Isn't it just a 3:0 win over Portsmouth?
Is it necessary to be so excited?
The red-nosed old man cleared his throat and prepared to welcome the flattery from the media reporters.
Although today was an insignificant victory for Manchester United, it also showed a good momentum that was completely different from the previous few months.
Then.
Ferguson learned from the reporter that Manchester City defeated Chelsea 4:3.
4:3?
Injury time?
Counter-kill?
Ferguson could understand the words the reporter said, but when they were combined together, the red-nosed old man was stunned.
But he quickly forced himself to calm down.
"I have been focusing on the game between the team and Portsmouth today, and have not spent time paying attention to Manchester City vs. Chelsea."
"But from your description, I can imagine that it was a wonderful match."
"If I have time, I will take a look at the video when I go back."
Ferguson then casually dealt with a few questions.
Then he hurriedly left the scene.
In a corner where no one paid attention.
He looked at his assistant Carlos Queiroz.
"Wtf?!!"
"How did Manchester City equalize in the second half? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Fxxxk, what about that counter-attack?!"
Carlos Queiroz looked at Ferguson's shocked and anxious expression and felt very wronged.
It was obviouslyYou didn't let me say it.
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On the other side, Manchester City vs. Chelsea post-match press conference.
Stewart rushed to the scene wearing a Manchester City staff sweatshirt.
This sweatshirt.
He took it off from a staff member temporarily.
There was no way!
I was too excited at the time, and all my clothes were taken off in the stands. I couldn't find them back, I couldn't find them at all!
After the excitement.
Thinking of the brand-name suits he spent a lot of money to buy, the old man's heart began to bleed again.
Reporters asked what he felt when Chelsea got a penalty.
Stewart seemed to have returned to that angry and desperate moment, but at this moment, the joy of winning had diluted everything.
He answered the question in a joking way.
"At that time, I felt that the sky had fallen, but now, I hope to find the suit and shirt I took off when I celebrated. This matter makes me more painful now."
There was laughter at the scene.
Next, Stuart also tried to keep a low profile and answered questions related to winning the championship.
"If I say now that we will definitely win the championship, it will be a great disrespect to our opponent Blackburn in the last round."
"Chelsea is indeed our most difficult opponent in the league. I am glad that we won."
"But we will still remain humble and work hard to win the last round of games and live up to the expectations of all Manchester City fans!"
Stuart finished answering.
He left with a brisk pace.
He met José Mourinho at the exit.
The old man was surprised.
Originally, he thought that the arrogant Portuguese would continue to be absent like he missed the pre-match press conference.
Unexpectedly, he came.
Seeing José Mourinho's slightly red eyes, Stuart's originally happy mood became more excited.
Cried!
This guy actually cried!
Although the two have played against each other once, Stuart often sees the Portuguese in TV interviews or media publications.
But it is the first time.
Seeing Jose Mourinho's distraught expression.
The two did not communicate.
They just nodded to each other.
Stuart looked at Jose Mourinho's back as he pushed the door open.
He was moved.
"Remember when this guy first came to the Premier League two years ago, he didn't seem to have so many white hairs?"
"Now it's almost all white."
"How old is he... He seems to be in his early 40s, younger than me."
"Unlike me, I don't have a single white hair!"
Stuart returned to the locker room triumphantly. In the locker room, Manchester City's players were playing music and dancing to celebrate.
The old man smiled and came to Knight's side.
He gave a thumbs up.
"Knight. At least half of the credit for our last lore was your assist!"
"Boss!!!"
Knight was moved. He didn't expect Stewart to come and praise him.
But this guy soon ruined the atmosphere.
He frowned and stared at Stuart's head.
"Boss, why do I feel like you have a lot of white hair? I remember when I first saw you last year, you were all black."
"Really?"
"Can I say that?"
"Damn! You know nothing! This is called worry hair, and it's all your fucking worries!"
"Boss... I heard there's a magic trick in China called face-changing, and I think you're quite suitable for it."
"Get lost!"
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