Chapter 500 Your Whole Family Knows Him Well!
"!!!"
"Goal from Daniel Sturridge!"
"In the 91st minute, center Daniel Sturridge, who replaced Zlatan Ibrahimovic, scored the eighth goal of the game for Southampton, eight to zero!"
"Oh my god, what a crazy game!"
"It's unbelievable!"
The entire St. Mary's Stadium was filled with deafening cheers from the stands and Saints fans!
No one thought that the game would evolve into what it is now. xia*ke*chinese*text*web*first*post
Eight to zero, this is the biggest score since the start of the Premier League this season!
Who would have thought that Southampton, ranked eleventh in the league, would slaughter Newcastle, ranked fourth in the league, 8-0 at home?
But in the end, it really happened!
Alan Pardew sat in the visiting team coach's seat dejectedly, staring at the front with blank eyes.
The Newcastle players on the field looked very frustrated, they seemed to have no fighting spirit, and they were weak when they walked.
This is also a portrayal of the entire game of the Magpies!
If, in the first ten minutes, Newcastle was able to create a bit of pressing and oppression for Southampton, then, as Southampton scored goals one after another, Newcastle was gradually pushed into a desperate situation.
Three goals from Pogba, Ravel Morrison and Zlatan Ibrahimovic caught Newcastle by surprise.
Alan Pardew tried to stabilize the situation again and again, but he still couldn't do it.
Goals from Toni Kroos and Javi Martinez followed to make it five-nil.
They conceded five goals in the first half, and they knew they were going to lose this game without even playing.
But during the halftime break, Alan Pardue replaced two players in one go, intending to reverse the situation, at least to show the dignity of the top four teams in the league and restore some morale.
But in the end it was futile.
In the second half, after Southampton had the chance to win, they still did not relax, and they still launched a fierce attack on Newcastle.
First, Varane took advantage of a set-piece opportunity to head Toni Kroos' penalty into the goal.
After that, Modric also took advantage of an opportunity at the front of the penalty area to score with a curve ball.
At the end of the game, Hazard assisted again, and Sturridge, who had been on the bench for half an hour, scored Southampton's eighth goal and the last goal of the game.
Among them, although the Belgian player Hazard did not score a goal in this game, he assisted a hat-trick, but it was very impressive, and Ravel Morrison on the right and midfielder Pogba were also very impressive. One pass and one shot, the performance is very eye-catching.
Seeing the Southampton players happily cheering and celebrating on the field, and seeing the Newcastle players look numb like defeated roosters, walking dead, Alan Pardew felt like crying.
He has coached football for so many years, and he has never lost so badly like today.
What made it even more difficult for him to accept was that he couldn't even tell why he lost like this.
Is it just luck?
Is it really just that the skills are not as good as others?
No, definitely not enough, much more than that!
Referee Philip Dodd finally blew the whistle to end a nightmarish game.
Alan Pardew breathed a sigh of relief and, he believes, not just him, but all the Newcastle players as well.
It is a good thing to end this kind of competition early and get rid of it early.
Who wants to stay on the football field and let the opponent ravage it?
And it must be said that Southampton's game was too unmannered!
Damn you, you are already leading so much, we Newcastle have no strength to resist, and we have made it clear that we are giving up the game, but you are still attacking wildly, can you still have some grace?
Do you still understand what mutual respect is?
Thinking of this, Alan Pardue stretched out his big hand and wiped his face vigorously. It was slightly wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or cold sweat, but he felt more refreshed.
Standing up from the coaching bench of the visiting team, he took a deep breath and encouraged himself in his mind.
It's okay, it's just a game, if you lose, you lose!
Damn, Southampton, I remember, the second round is at the Sporting Goods Outlet Stadium, you have a good fruit to eat!
See if I don't give some color at that time and see!
Alan Pardew saw the players walking down one or two with heads pulled, and was about to go up to them.
At this time, the head coach should give his players encouragement and cheer up!
But when he walked out of the coaching bench of the visiting team, he saw a burst of thunderous cheers erupting in the stadium.
Alan Pardew's heart skipped a beat, he thought he had scored again!
He has goal phobia now!
But in an instant, he realized that the game was over, where did the goal come from?
But following Hu Sheng's gaze, he suddenly couldn't hold back his face.
It turned out that the die-hard fans in the Southampton chairman's stand unfurled a big banner that read...
"Mr. Alan Pardew, are you satisfied with our service? Welcome to come back next time!"
Alan Pardue was immediately irritated again, his whole face turned red with anger, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.
But he had to suppress the anger in his heart.
Otherwise, how else can he fix it?
revenge? provocative?
Everyone knows that the result of revenge and provocation is that the FA will impose a heavy penalty tomorrow!
Therefore, in the end, Alan Pardue could only choose to quickly walk back to the player tunnel. He didn't even meet the players who were going to play, and he didn't do anything to comfort the players.
In the media stand area, all the reporters just happened to capture this scene, and they immediately burst out laughing.
"The Southampton fans are so talented!"
"Who said it wasn't? It was made temporarily, right?"
"It must be, otherwise who will know whether the game will be won or lost before the game?"
"It's too powerful. I've heard about the Devil's home game for a long time, but I didn't expect to have this skill. Alan Pardue is so pissed off!"
"That guy has a bad temper, and he must be vomiting blood now!"
"The ability of this Saints fan to throw stones into trouble is as good as Yang Huan's words!"
"Isn't it? The reporter asked before the game, what did Yang Huan say when he was taunted and scolded by Alan Pardew all day, why didn't he fight back?"
"Haha, I remember, I remember, he said, don't quarrel with Shabi, or others will not be able to tell who is Shabi!"
"Yang Huan's lip service is good enough. I don't usually see him come forward, but when he speaks, he will be judged against Alan Pardew. In my opinion, he is definitely at the level of Ferguson and Mourinho!"
"I think so!"
Charlene Lahiri sat on the side, amused in her heart, Yang Huan's mouth is very sharp, you only know now?
That's because you haven't fought with him before, but whoever has fought with him, who doesn't know that Master Huan is so talkative?
He can make black people white, and he can make dead people alive!
Oh, by the way, when it comes to lip service, it seems that his kissing skills are also quite good!
Thinking about it, Charlene Lahiri felt her heart soften.
"Southampton played a strong momentum in this game!" Stephen Howard did not participate in it, but looked very calm, reviewing the process of the game in his mind.
"Well, eight goals, scored by eight different players, is impressive indeed!"
Charlene Lahiri quickly calmed down and responded.
"Judging from the evenly matched situation in the previous ten minutes, the strength gap between the two teams is definitely not that big. It can only be said that Newcastle is too careless. They are so confused by the top four rankings in the league that they are a little carried away!"
Stephen Howard praised: "That's right, otherwise, the strength of the two teams is at most two goals."
"Two goals?" Charlene Lahiri did not expect that Stephen Howard would be so optimistic about Southampton.
Two goals, it should be the strength gap between the top teams and the downstream teams, right?
"I think Newcastle's strength has not improved this season, and their tactics have not changed much. It is unlikely that the league rankings will retain their position last season, especially Alan Pardew, who comes and goes, is still the same. !"
After hearing this, Charlene Lahiri couldn't help but nodded in admiration.
After all, he is the chief football reporter of The Sun, and what he analyzes does have his own uniqueness.
The current Premier League is paying more and more attention to the head coach and tactics, especially the tactical level. Over the years, it has become more and more open, and there are more and more exchanges with the European continent.
To give a simple example, among the twenty teams in the current Premier League, there are very few English coaches, only three or four such as Mark Hughes and Allardyce. There are less than half of the British coaches in Northern Ireland and other places, and foreign coaches still occupy the majority.
And among the local coaches, there are many young coaches including Brandon Rogers who have been studying in Europe for a long time.
Although the old coach Allardyce has been coaching for many years without any achievements, he has also taken the initiative to learn and learn from various parts of Europe in the past few years. He is the most staunch supporter of the Premier League's digital reform, but he has always played in the middle and lower reaches. The team is just messing around.
Speaking of coaches, it goes without saying that Ferguson, Wenger, Bielsa, Benitez and Mancini are all well-known coaches in Europe.
Even if you take a step back, Moyes, Boas, Rodgers, Martinez, Martin O'Neill, Laudrup and Joel are all European first-line coaches who have successively proved their coaching skills.
Such a gathering of heroes, coupled with the fierce competition among the Premier League teams themselves, the middle and lower reaches of the team rely on the strong broadcast fee to share their income, and they have quite good financial resources in terms of signings, which makes the competition of the entire Premier League extremely competitive. Intense, even tragic.
Looking at other leagues in Europe, which one will be like the Premier League?
Judging from the overall level of the league, the strength of the players and coaches, the financial resources of the team, and the Premier League have steadily surpassed other leagues by a large margin, even the Bundesliga.
As for La Liga, besides Real Madrid and Barcelona, and the recent rise of Atletico Madrid, who else?
The strength of the players is good, and the ability of the coach is excellent, which makes the situation of the Premier League change rapidly.
You used this set of tactics to win the world last season. Maybe others are not familiar with it, so you succeeded.
But you don't want to make progress, and you continue to play like this this season, do you really think others are fools?
Thinking of this, Charlene Lahiri let out a sigh of relief.
"If the Magpies want to make a breakthrough in performance, either Alan Pardue will be enlightened, or they will have to change coaches!"
England has no name coach, this has been unknown for how many years!
After Redknapp went down, Alan Pardew finally came out, who knows...
Fight back to before liberation overnight!
"Alan Pardew's personality is well known. His success last season may have caused both him and Newcastle to miscalculate the league situation. Moreover, the team's current league ranking is not bad. There should be no danger for the time being!" Stephen Howard smiled wryly.
"Besides, Alan Pardew was really fired. With Ashley's piss, who would go to Newcastle?"
Charlene Lahiri couldn't help giggling.
Ashley's funny comparison is indeed capable of tossing.
"Hey, Charlene!" Stephen Howard secretly winked.
"Um?"
"I received news that Master Huan threatened to block Ashley at the chairman's summit, you know Master Huan well, when will you have the opportunity ()