NOVEL WEB Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu
Chapter 143
Meazza Stadium away grandstand fan area.
The crowd began
to be restless, and many had anxious expressions on their faces.
From 1-0 to 1-2, in less than twenty minutes, the team suffered a reversal, how can Manchester City fans not be in a hurry!
The elderly white fan, his face flushed, his chest heaving violently, his unadorned beard on his lips, fried, stood up.
Don't act, give Lao Tzu a good kick!"
Old Mike shrugged his throat and let out a cloudy curse.
The accompanying Jamie naturally knows why old Mike is so excited, this guy has bet 10,000 pounds Manchester City to win!
"Mike, don't worry," Jamie tried to comfort his companions, "now we are 2-1 down, but as long as we score a goal at Inter's home stadium, it is a 2-2 draw, and we can still eliminate Inter with our away goal advantage.
Old Mike slapped away Jamie's comforting hand and scolded:
"It's a matter of old man's
bullshit!" "I'm buying a single game win, not who qualifies for two rounds
!" "This is half of my entire savings, my pension money, if it is smashed in the hands of this bunch of waste, I can't spare them!" Old
Mike took out a coin from his pocket and threw it hard at the court, venting his anger with this uncivilized behavior.
Jamie shrugged helplessly and stopped talking.
That's why he never buys balls.
Once the ball is bought, the purpose of watching the game is not pure, and winning or losing is tied to money, and is separated from the joy of football itself.
Guardiola on the sidelines, constantly touching his bald head with his hand.
Before the game, or even in the first half, he would never have expected that Inter would change teams after the start of the second half.
"Strange," Guardiola glanced at Conte on the other side, "he was obviously shouting not to press just now, why don't the Inter players listen to him, has Conte lost control of the players?"
However, when Gua saw Inter assistant coach Stellini, who was happily talking to the Inter players on the bench, he immediately patted his head and widened his eyes.
"Hit, Conte is acting out me on purpose!"
Guardiola understood.
In the final stages of the first half, Conte directed the team to retreat.
Just before the attack was launched, shouting for the players to retreat.
All this is to play Guardiola is watching
, in order to take the initiative to show weakness, paralyze Manchester City, and then when the opponent is slack, take the initiative to attack!
"Italy's coaches are old fritters, tricky, look at it today, really live up to the name, good you Conte, something!"
Guardiola glared at Conte fiercely.
He found that even if Inter overtook the score, Conte's face was not happy at all, but rather solemn and not very happy.
"Hey, just pretend," Guardiola couldn't help shouting at Conte, "The game is not over yet, we just need to score you a goal, and it will still be Manchester City who will make the cut!"
"De Bruyne, press over the front, leave the back to JD Dongan
!" "Jesus and Foden, plug in when you have the opportunity, don't care if you wear it or not, insert it to the end
!" "Goal, we need to score, you have to give me a goal immediately!"
Guagua, who feels the crisis, his body language is also rich
, not only Gua, Conte is also anxious to die.
Because he found that Inter's players are still attacking at all costs, and every time they attack, the wing is visible to the naked eye to leave a big gap.
As a defensive coach, Conte has an obsessive attitude towards defense
, and when he was in charge of Juve and Chelsea, he won one league title after another with his iron wall defense.
"Don't press forward anymore, recycle properly, pay attention to defense
!" "Ye Chen, Barrera, Lukaku, Lautaro, don't you fucking hear it, take it in the middle!"
But these people didn't seem to hear Conte's cry.
In the 75th minute of the game, Ye Chen forced a breakthrough on the wing
! After squeezing Walker, he cut quickly inside along the penalty area line and shot a curved ball with his left foot!
Manchester City captain Kompany flew to block the eye and blocked the ball with his back.
The ball bounced far and wide, towards Conte's on the sideline.
"What the hell, what the hell are you doing!" An
angry Conte, facing the oncoming out-of-bounds football, is a volley kick back!
The ball flew towards the Manchester City goal, and Ederson habitually lifted the ball and blocked the ball from the line.
Conte is angry, why don't you listen to me!"
Ye Chen was stunned, and then applauded Conti.
"Shoot beautifully, coach!"
....
"Crazy, these kids are crazy!"
Conte barked at him as he tugged at Assistant Coach Stallini by the collar.
"Can't you just hold on for thirty minutes, why don't they defend!" Under
the surprised eyes of the players on the bench, Stellini was very embarrassed
, "Well, this, the boys probably want to score one more goal..." Conte shook the two Armani suits that had been buttoned off, and said silently:
"Well, I don't care, don't listen to me, Manchester City will score a goal, get an away goal, and we're all finished!"
He stopped commanding from the sidelines, walked angrily to the bench, kicked the water bottle on the enclave, and sat down in the middle of the substitute with his ass.
"On the contrary, this group of anti-bone boys!"
However, Inter's attack quickly expanded the results!
The gap they attacked, not only was not used by Manchester City, but Manchester City faced the change in the situation and played more and more anxiously.
The precise pass control is gone, but it blindly opens its feet and wants to break through Inter's defense, and the result can only be frequent loss of possession.
In the 78th minute of the game, Ye Chen was inserting from the wing to the middle and received a pass from Barrera behind him.
This kick with a slight outer instep, unbiased, just dodged Stones' outstretched long leg!
Goalkeeper Edson rushed out, opened his teeth and claws, and tried to expand the defensive area, while roaring in his mouth, wanting to intimidate Ye Chen.
Just like when fans usually play field ball, when the opponent shoots, the defender always subconsciously "Hey!" As if this can scare the shooter!
But when God closes one window, He will open another door for you.
Ye
Chen took out Edson's crotch, and the ball rolled through Edson's small goal first, and then rolled into the gate of Manchester
City! The Chinese boy scored twice, Inter led Manchester City 3-0 at home, and the aggregate score came to 3-1!
The players on the Inter bench, "wow", all ejected, towards the corner area.
There, Ye Chen was pressed under his teammates, enjoying the pleasure of a thousand pounds of overpower.
Even assistant coach Stellini and the team doctor rushed over shouting, and
only Conte sat dumbfounded on the bench.
His dark gray pupils flashed with confusion.
How
is Manchester City's defense so rubbish, when did it go so easy to score their goal.
In the first leg, we didn't score a single goal!
Is this really Pep Guardiola's team?
At this moment, Conte began to feel deep doubts about his coaching career.
The crowd began
to be restless, and many had anxious expressions on their faces.
From 1-0 to 1-2, in less than twenty minutes, the team suffered a reversal, how can Manchester City fans not be in a hurry!
The elderly white fan, his face flushed, his chest heaving violently, his unadorned beard on his lips, fried, stood up.
Don't act, give Lao Tzu a good kick!"
Old Mike shrugged his throat and let out a cloudy curse.
The accompanying Jamie naturally knows why old Mike is so excited, this guy has bet 10,000 pounds Manchester City to win!
"Mike, don't worry," Jamie tried to comfort his companions, "now we are 2-1 down, but as long as we score a goal at Inter's home stadium, it is a 2-2 draw, and we can still eliminate Inter with our away goal advantage.
Old Mike slapped away Jamie's comforting hand and scolded:
"It's a matter of old man's
bullshit!" "I'm buying a single game win, not who qualifies for two rounds
!" "This is half of my entire savings, my pension money, if it is smashed in the hands of this bunch of waste, I can't spare them!" Old
Mike took out a coin from his pocket and threw it hard at the court, venting his anger with this uncivilized behavior.
Jamie shrugged helplessly and stopped talking.
That's why he never buys balls.
Once the ball is bought, the purpose of watching the game is not pure, and winning or losing is tied to money, and is separated from the joy of football itself.
Guardiola on the sidelines, constantly touching his bald head with his hand.
Before the game, or even in the first half, he would never have expected that Inter would change teams after the start of the second half.
"Strange," Guardiola glanced at Conte on the other side, "he was obviously shouting not to press just now, why don't the Inter players listen to him, has Conte lost control of the players?"
However, when Gua saw Inter assistant coach Stellini, who was happily talking to the Inter players on the bench, he immediately patted his head and widened his eyes.
"Hit, Conte is acting out me on purpose!"
Guardiola understood.
In the final stages of the first half, Conte directed the team to retreat.
Just before the attack was launched, shouting for the players to retreat.
All this is to play Guardiola is watching
, in order to take the initiative to show weakness, paralyze Manchester City, and then when the opponent is slack, take the initiative to attack!
"Italy's coaches are old fritters, tricky, look at it today, really live up to the name, good you Conte, something!"
Guardiola glared at Conte fiercely.
He found that even if Inter overtook the score, Conte's face was not happy at all, but rather solemn and not very happy.
"Hey, just pretend," Guardiola couldn't help shouting at Conte, "The game is not over yet, we just need to score you a goal, and it will still be Manchester City who will make the cut!"
"De Bruyne, press over the front, leave the back to JD Dongan
!" "Jesus and Foden, plug in when you have the opportunity, don't care if you wear it or not, insert it to the end
!" "Goal, we need to score, you have to give me a goal immediately!"
Guagua, who feels the crisis, his body language is also rich
, not only Gua, Conte is also anxious to die.
Because he found that Inter's players are still attacking at all costs, and every time they attack, the wing is visible to the naked eye to leave a big gap.
As a defensive coach, Conte has an obsessive attitude towards defense
, and when he was in charge of Juve and Chelsea, he won one league title after another with his iron wall defense.
"Don't press forward anymore, recycle properly, pay attention to defense
!" "Ye Chen, Barrera, Lukaku, Lautaro, don't you fucking hear it, take it in the middle!"
But these people didn't seem to hear Conte's cry.
In the 75th minute of the game, Ye Chen forced a breakthrough on the wing
! After squeezing Walker, he cut quickly inside along the penalty area line and shot a curved ball with his left foot!
Manchester City captain Kompany flew to block the eye and blocked the ball with his back.
The ball bounced far and wide, towards Conte's on the sideline.
"What the hell, what the hell are you doing!" An
angry Conte, facing the oncoming out-of-bounds football, is a volley kick back!
The ball flew towards the Manchester City goal, and Ederson habitually lifted the ball and blocked the ball from the line.
Conte is angry, why don't you listen to me!"
Ye Chen was stunned, and then applauded Conti.
"Shoot beautifully, coach!"
....
"Crazy, these kids are crazy!"
Conte barked at him as he tugged at Assistant Coach Stallini by the collar.
"Can't you just hold on for thirty minutes, why don't they defend!" Under
the surprised eyes of the players on the bench, Stellini was very embarrassed
, "Well, this, the boys probably want to score one more goal..." Conte shook the two Armani suits that had been buttoned off, and said silently:
"Well, I don't care, don't listen to me, Manchester City will score a goal, get an away goal, and we're all finished!"
He stopped commanding from the sidelines, walked angrily to the bench, kicked the water bottle on the enclave, and sat down in the middle of the substitute with his ass.
"On the contrary, this group of anti-bone boys!"
However, Inter's attack quickly expanded the results!
The gap they attacked, not only was not used by Manchester City, but Manchester City faced the change in the situation and played more and more anxiously.
The precise pass control is gone, but it blindly opens its feet and wants to break through Inter's defense, and the result can only be frequent loss of possession.
In the 78th minute of the game, Ye Chen was inserting from the wing to the middle and received a pass from Barrera behind him.
This kick with a slight outer instep, unbiased, just dodged Stones' outstretched long leg!
Goalkeeper Edson rushed out, opened his teeth and claws, and tried to expand the defensive area, while roaring in his mouth, wanting to intimidate Ye Chen.
Just like when fans usually play field ball, when the opponent shoots, the defender always subconsciously "Hey!" As if this can scare the shooter!
But when God closes one window, He will open another door for you.
Ye
Chen took out Edson's crotch, and the ball rolled through Edson's small goal first, and then rolled into the gate of Manchester
City! The Chinese boy scored twice, Inter led Manchester City 3-0 at home, and the aggregate score came to 3-1!
The players on the Inter bench, "wow", all ejected, towards the corner area.
There, Ye Chen was pressed under his teammates, enjoying the pleasure of a thousand pounds of overpower.
Even assistant coach Stellini and the team doctor rushed over shouting, and
only Conte sat dumbfounded on the bench.
His dark gray pupils flashed with confusion.
How
is Manchester City's defense so rubbish, when did it go so easy to score their goal.
In the first leg, we didn't score a single goal!
Is this really Pep Guardiola's team?
At this moment, Conte began to feel deep doubts about his coaching career.
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