Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 157 The Power of God

The effect of the substitution was unexpected.

This is true for both sides.

As soon as Martial came on, Pogba desperately tried to get the ball, and under pressure from Matias, he delivered several long passes.

Matthias could annoy him, but he certainly couldn't keep a close eye on him.

Martial, Rashford, and Lukaku all took turns attacking Burton's defense.

The situation seemed to be in Manchester United's favor, but it made Mourinho frown.

This isn't the strategy he planned; Pogba is completely ignoring his tactical instructions now.

They would just pass the ball forward as soon as they got it, without considering the situation on the field at all.

After their initial enthusiasm faded, they realized that their midfield formation was now a complete mess.

Blind found an opportunity and launched another lob pass!

He was having a hard time because of Rashford and Lukaku's frequent positional switching, as he couldn't stop either of them.

So he was holding back, wanting to launch a brilliant attack.

The ball landed in the backfield, and Murphy once again darted past Lindelof, showing no mercy to the opponent.

Just as the irritable Lindelof was about to hold off Murphy, he found that Quinn had already squeezed in.

Murphy has a one-on-one opportunity!

Rojo's slow speed became apparent; without help, he couldn't keep up with Murphy at all.

De Gea had no choice but to come out and try to intercept the ball.

[Pass the goalkeeper!]

Burton take a 2-1 lead!

At the moment the goal was scored, Quinn and Lindelof both fell to the ground, and Matias, who was further away, was also knocked over by Pogba.

Now they can't control their tempers at all...

Just as the situation was about to escalate further, Li Yanqing did not hesitate to use his last substitution.

Ibrahimovic replaced Murphy, who had just scored.

The reason he dared to provoke his opponent so recklessly was because he still had this last trump card.

"Hey, did you miss me?"

"Ruo Ze!"

"And those bastards from Manchester United!"

Ibrahimovic excitedly ran onto the field and waved to Mourinho. The players and coaches on both sides were familiar faces to him.

"This guy..." Mourinho couldn't help but smile wryly.

He hadn't forgotten that Ibrahimovic was playing for Li Yanqing, and he had been wondering why the player wasn't allowed to play, but now the situation was clear.

Li Yanqing was waiting for this moment to release Ibrahimovic to keep things under control.

He previously used Ibrahimovic as the core and leader of Manchester United's dressing room, and Pogba and other troublemakers were all suppressed and dared not breathe.

Even today, they still feel lingering fear.

The atmosphere on the field became somewhat strange for a moment.

The anger that had just surfaced seemed to subside quickly.

The only one dissatisfied was Pogba, who shouted loudly.

"He's no longer one of us!"

"There is no arrogant God in Old Taraford, you bastards!"

"Make those guys pay the price!"

However, it seemed that no one responded to him.

Even Lindelof didn't say a word.

"You just wait, kid."

"I'll smash your goal first before I deal with you."

Ibrahimovic wasn't angry. Pogba acted like a spoiled child in front of him, and his words had no deterrent effect whatsoever.

"Retreat, then counterattack!"

Realizing the situation was dire, Mourinho did not give up his command and continued to urge the team to play according to the established tactics.

Conceding a goal is not a problem. There are still 30 minutes left in the game. Manchester United has the overall strength to win, and there will always be opportunities.

However, to his surprise, the team started to disobey him.

"Retaliation against what?"

"We're falling behind now!"

"What if they stall for time?"

Keep playing like that!

"Fred! Come back!"

Pogba acted like a head coach, issuing orders to the players everywhere.

Although Ibrahimovic's presence silenced most of the Manchester United players, they still chose to follow Pogba's lead and continue the attack.

"asshole!"

Mourinho cursed under his breath, but there was nothing he could do at that moment.

He felt that even if he used his last substitution to take Pogba off the field, the other side would refuse.

It seems that no one would dare to provoke the other party at this time.

At that moment, the team was completely out of his control.

Li Yanqing noticed Mourinho's situation, and then he looked around the field.

I wonder if San Dezi is there?

The other person's expression at this moment must have been priceless...

The game continues.

Pogba doesn't seem to have much talent as a head coach, because under his leadership they conceded another goal.

Blind delivered another lobbed pass, and Ibrahimovic, surrounded by Rojo and Lindelof, headed the ball to David Luiz outside the penalty area.

[Master-level Heavy Gunner]!

De Gea reacted quickly, but it was too late.

Three to one!

The game had now reached the 80th minute, and it looked like this goal would be the one to end it.

Even at this point, Matthias persisted in holding off Pogba, clinging to him like a vengeful ghost.

This severely hampered his performance.

"Good job!"

"Just hang in there a little longer, the game will be over soon!"

Lyman looked at his watch and calculated the time.

He could hardly believe that his team had actually beaten Manchester United.

It wasn't this smooth when I was at Arsenal.

With a Manchester United player's shot going high and wide, the referee finally blew the whistle to end the match.

"Won!"

Li Yanqing hasn't smashed the air in a long time, so he can continue this performance today.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't happy to win this game.

He proved his growth to his former mentor, Mourinho!

At the same time, it also proves to San Dezi that he has the ability to nail him to the pillar of shame!

The only worry is Mourinho. In his opinion, the other party should leave as soon as possible and find another team to coach.

He needs a management team that can fully support his club.

"Hey Li, I just saw San Dezi looking really annoyed!"

"He was wearing sunglasses and a hat, as if he thought no one could recognize him!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Ibrahimovic was the first to come and report this happy news to Li Yanqing.

"Really? That's wonderful..."

Li Yanqing was stunned again halfway through his sentence.

Because Ievils' skill panel now has a new skill that he has never seen before.

Name: Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

Age: 36 years old.

Status: Normal.

Fatigue level: 100%.

Probability of injury: 100%.

Entry: [Specialist in Goals], [Offensive Inspiration], [Master-Level Deterrence], [Heavyweight Center], [Arrogant and Overconfident]

Masterful deterrence!