Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Ye Chen is the team's top scorer and the support and guarantee for Inter to score.

They can all end, but Ye Chen can't.

Conte tried his best to hide the anger in his heart, his face turned into pig's liver, although restrained, it was not difficult to hear, and his voice was angry:

"Ye Chen, you are still young, you don't know, to play against a master like Guardiola, you must be patient, you must not rush, you must play steadily, first ensure that you do not lose the ball, and then think about attacking." "

Ye Chen doesn't understand, now that we are behind in the overall score, our first thing we think about is not to be the first goal, even if we never concede a goal, but if we can't score a goal, we will also be eliminated

!" "But Mr. Conte, our score..."

"Stop talking, Ye Chen, my patience has a limit!"

For someone else, who dared to question his tactics in the dressing room, he would have punched him long ago.

Conte walked up to the tactical board standing in the dressing room, quickly moved the magnet symbol representing the players, and said without good air:

"In the second half, the two sides continue to recycle, you must restrain the desire to attack, you must carry the Manchester City attack first, catch their mistakes!

All I need is this kind of attack, waiting for the opportunity, understand?" "

You have to trust me unconditionally," Conte was a little anxious, "I won the Champions League when I was a player, and my coach has won many titles, and I know how to take you to the championship!"

As soon as he left, the dressing room became lively again.

Everyone, you talk about it and talk about it.

About half of the people continued to question Conte's tactics, feeling that this method of stealing chickens was inconsistent with Inter's strength and position, and it was not what the home team should do.

What's more, in the end, if a goal is not scored, the overwhelming public opinion attack of the media will come, and no one can stand it.

And half of them were silent.

These people are the Italian gang, as well as Ashleyan, Sensi, Moses and others bought by Conte, these people are very convinced of Conte, and should have acquiesced to Conte's tactics.

Ye Chen glanced at the dressing room.

He found that the morale above everyone's head had changed a lot

, and he continued to talk and question Conte's players, and the arrows on their heads, although not raised very much, were basically red.

And those without words, the arrows are either flat or drooping, yellow and gray

, especially Candereva, the regular who was once taught by Conte last season.

He whispered beside Barrera, although Ye Chen couldn't hear it, but he could also guess that this guy must be in his national team teammate

Barrera said: "Boy, listen to the advice of the old brother, follow Conte's tactics, otherwise, your main position will be gone..."

Barrera's expression was very entangled, and it could be seen that he was a little dilemma.

As a young player with momentum, his idea is of course the same as Ye Chen, he must score first in order to take the initiative into his own hands.

However, the experience of the big brother of the national team, Candreva, and Barrera is a little afraid: what if he does not listen to Conte's words, resulting in the loss of the main position?

Ye Chen looked around and walked among everyone.

"Everyone be quiet, listen to me!" As

soon as Ye Chen spoke, everyone fell silent.

The team members all looked at Ye Chen as if they were looking at the boss.

Unconsciously, Ye Chen has achieved a very high status in the team in the past half season.

Even the old captain Handanovic should listen carefully to his words!"

Conte's words, you all heard?" asked Ye Chen.

Everyone nodded, their expressions different.

Some are angry, some are unwilling, some are dazed, and some bow their heads.

Ye Chen smiled badly and knocked down Conte's tactical board with one punch!

"So, do you listen to me, or do you listen to Conte?"

After Ye Chen finished a very inflammatory speech.

The teammates were bursting with morale again

! On top of the braincase, small rockets rushed into the sky!

They were infected by Ye Chen's language and no longer believed in Conte's chicken stealing tactics.

The big guy firmly believes that he must follow what Ye Chen said, score first, and take the initiative into his own hands in order to achieve a turnover

!" "Ye Chen is right, we listen to Ye Chen!" "Goal, we have to score

!" "Turtle shrink is not the spirit of Inter, our mascot is a snake elf, not a mouse

!" "We must be worthy of the 75,000 fans who cheered us at home!"

Courage, courage in the first thirty minutes of the first half, keep it up!" the

players left Conte's majesty behind.

Besides

, Conte can he stay at Inter for the rest of his life?

Ye Chen took the lead, took the lead, and walked in the position of the leading big brother.

There was also a small episode in between.

Romelu Lukaku was too big, and when he ran over, he accidentally bumped his elbow against Manchester City's Raheem Sterling.

Sterling was light, hit by Lukaku, and took a step back to stand firm.

"Lukaku, you black fat man, what do you want to do!"

Sterling scolded Lukaku.

The two have played in the Premier League before, Sterling is in Manchester City, Lukaku is in Manchester United, they are mortal enemies in the same city, the two have not fought on the pitch, and the relationship is very poor!

Thinking of the previous matches in the Premier League, Sterling was immediately angry.

Lukaku saw Sterling scolding himself as a black fat man, and immediately walked over, his chin pressed against the top of Sterling's head.

"You're also black, you call me a black fat man, what are you, black monkey!"

the two pushed and shoved in the narrow tunnel of players.

Fortunately, the captains of the two teams, Handa and Kompany, pulled the two apart to calm the incident, otherwise there would really be a fight.

However, this further fueled the anger in the hearts of Inter players and the determination to beat Manchester City.

"Boy, you wait for me, here I make our home field, you better keep a low profile!" Lukaku cursed despite being pulled away.

Although he is often ridiculed by his own team as a black fat man, Manchester United and Inter teammates have said it.

But his team-mates say no problem, opponents can't,

especially Manchester City's people!

Sterling is surrounded by team-mates and does not scare Romelu Lukaku.

Although I can't beat you, I can't lose with my lips.

You have the ability to score a goal, if you can't score at home, don't beep!" At

this point, the eyes of the Inter players, like whips, hit Sterling's body.

You said that, if we don't beat Manchester City, we will be sorry for our dignity as a professional footballer!