Chapter 858: Attitude to the Match
Manchester United goalkeeper David de Gea restarted quickly with a goal kick, launching long toward the front; near midfield, Harry Kane flicked a header to the left, and İlkay Gündoğan accelerated on the ball at once.
"Counterattack! United on the break!"
United's counter was simple and swift—no patient midfield progression this time, just a direct long pass to trigger the attack.
Gündoğan tore down the left touchline; when he drew Alessandro Florenzi's press, he feinted as if to slip Luke Shaw again on the overlap, then sold the dummy and zipped the ball square.
Bruno collected centrally, tapped with his right as he spun, and glided past the underprepared Idrissa Gueye.
"Wonderful—no doubt the finest player in world football today!" Andy Gray praised.
Leandro Paredes rushed in to intercept.
Bruno's upper body feint bought the bite; with a toe-poke, he nutmegged Paredes.
Twisting past the Argentine, Bruno surged on; as Marquinhos stormed up from right center-back to engage almost shoulder-to-shoulder, Bruno again nudged a toe-poke through the legs.
In the same beat, he pivoted around Marquinhos to complete the split move, and the Brazilian, out of options, yanked Bruno down.
...
A wave of boos cascaded from the Millennium Stadium stands; the two thousand home supporters had been savoring Bruno's artistry only to see him hauled down—displeased at the spoiling of beautiful football.
Even PSG's commentator tipped the hat: "Marquinhos had to foul to stop Bruno's showcase—what a piece of pure visual delight from the Portuguese."
Referee Felix Brych whistled and booked Marquinhos for the tactical foul; United won a free kick in the attacking third.
Aerial aces Virgil van Dijk and Harry Maguire trotted up for the set piece, with N'Golo Kanté staying deep.
Bruno swung the free kick into the box; left-back Layvin Kurzawa, not tall but strong in the air, beat Van Dijk to the header and cleared.
PSG tried to spring the counter; Presnel Kimpembe zipped a pass into Marco Verratti. Gündoğan, nearest, stepped to screen; if Verratti released it quickly, PSG's break might be on.
But Verratti kept it at his feet. He wouldn't pass, tried to fake Gündoğan off balance; Gündoğan didn't bite and used the moment to body up.
They tussled and tugged as they progressed; eventually Brych blew for a foul on Gündoğan—no card.
...
On the touchline, José Mourinho applauded, pleased with both sides of United's play.
Bruno drawing a booking on Marquinhos felt like an unexpected bonus to Mourinho.
Never underestimate a caution on a center-back; it's like a buried landmine that can explode at the worst time.
And Gündoğan's relentless counter-press and wholehearted attitude delighted him.
"Seeing Gündoğan fight back to spoil PSG's break reminds me of how Preston let a runner go in the build-up to United's goal," Andy Gray said. "If Paredes had stepped in, disrupted, even taken a tactical foul, United wouldn't have scored there…"
"This side bears Mourinho's imprint—almost every player was greenlit by him to join or stay," Martin Tyler added. "What stands out most about this United is the players' attitude. If Gündoğan had waved Verratti through like Paredes did, Mourinho would have torn into him."
Andy Gray nodded. "More than that—play lazy under Mourinho and you'll be hooked and frozen out."
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Conceding from a counter hadn't shaken PSG off their plan; their belief in their attacking game remained ferocious, and they continued to press United's goal.
And if not for Gündoğan's desperate press a moment ago, PSG's own counter might have hit.
United, for their part, refused to turtle. They kept looking for every opportunity to break lines and surge forward.
The broadcast turned breathless—both teams going end-to-end, sparks flying as Martin Tyler and Andy Gray kept pace.
"Martial jinks past Luke Shaw—lovely… into the box! Shoots! Blocked by Harry Maguire! That was close!"
"Paredes carries laterally—slick wall pass with Draxler! Shot! Over the bar!"
"United counter! Mbappé drifts laterally—Kurzawa tracking… foul! Free kick to United on the edge. Great spot—Bruno over it… ah, inches over, skimming the bar!"
"Superb, superb from Martial—slips through Van Dijk and Luke Shaw in a phone booth, spins, shoots! Also just wide," sighed the French co-comms.
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By the 45th minute, it was still 1–0—United leading PSG at Old Trafford.
Two minutes of added time went up on the board, drawing Mourinho's visible annoyance.
PSG would not accept trailing at the half and poured forward; Mourinho genuinely feared a last-gasp concession.
Martial took it high up; Kanté defended him.
Martial rolled the ball with his left, leaning left to sell the outside break; Kanté shifted with him—then Martial snapped the ball the other way and looked to cut inside, and Kanté, in panic, reached out and shoved him.
He never expected that nudge to stop Martial—after all, they had been teammates at United and for years with the national team; Kanté knew the lad's touch and pace. He only meant to disrupt him, break the stride, force a stumble; he didn't expect Martial to go down.
"Smart," the PSG analyst praised, explaining why Martial chose not to carry on. "At the end of the half, Martial's tank is near empty. He can still sprint, but stringing dribbles together is harder. From here, a free kick is more dangerous than pushing on."
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Kanté realized why Martial took the fall and grew anxious—the spot was dangerous. Hands out, he pled innocence to the referee, insisting it was a dive.
Van Dijk rushed up and barked at his former teammate, whom he had lauded publicly in interviews: "Dive! Shame on you!"
PSG players swarmed to defend Martial; shirts were tugged, tempers rose.
Brych's shrill whistle cut through, and the players separated—they wanted no brawl and needed an exit ramp.
But the touchlines still crackled.
"That was a dive!" Mourinho shouted.
"Which eye saw Anthony dive?" Mauricio Pochettino snapped back.
"Both of them," Mourinho retorted.
"Shameless!" Pochettino fumed; how could a man lie so brazenly? He'd seen it clearly—Kanté shoved Martial.
"Resorting to insults?" Mourinho huffed.
"How did Anthony ever have you as a former coach?" Pochettino shot back.
Reports had long noted that despite leaving United, Martial still thought highly of Mourinho, the mentor who once oversaw him; they remained in private contact.
"Spare me—facts only," Mourinho said with righteous poise.
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Pochettino turned away—no more words.
"Ha! Nothing to say?" Mourinho muttered, striding back to his area and telling Rui Faria, "He knows he's in the wrong."
Faria gave a deadpan thumbs-up.
"That free kick is dangerous," Mourinho said, face set. "In La Liga this season, Martial has scored from a similar spot."
"Just hold this last minute," Faria reassured him.
Mourinho adjusted his tie, mind whirring.
On the other side, Pochettino told his assistant, "Good position—Anthony can go direct from here."
(END CHAPTER)
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