"Where did that brat Rooney go?"

In the Chelsea locker room, Qiao Wanxian was surrounded by a group of disciples, but found that Rooney, who had always liked to be naughty, was not there, and asked with a frown.

The first half was leading by 5:0. The players were extremely excited and couldn't help feeling a little fluttering. What a bullshit Serie A giant, isn't it just a piece of native chickens and dogs, and a wooden stake?

Qiao Wanxian's low shout undoubtedly made the players wake up with a splash of cold water. He looked at each other and dared not speak out, secretly worried about Rooney.

Everyone understands Qiao Dapao's temper very well. If he doesn't perform well, he will praise you. If he performs well, he will scold you. He will completely go against other coaches. This time, Rooney touched his brow and probably ended up a bit miserable.

"Boss, Rooney said he had a stomachache. Maybe he was squatting in the toilet right now..."

Irving stood up hesitantly, scratched his head, and smiled reluctantly.

Qiao Wanxian glanced at Irving. He understood the temperament of this young man chasing the wind and could tell at a glance that he was lying. But Irving was the vice captain of England after all, and Chelsea was the leader of the team's forward line. He was the biggest player he signed last summer, so he gave him a little face and nodded.

Owen smiled thankfully, turned around and glared at Lampard without saying a word, but it could be judged by his mouth: "Bitch, you'll go next time!"

Obviously, this group of people were plotting something, but Qiao Wanxian didn't know.

After a while, Terry, Lampard, Irving, Joe Cole and others whispered below, and Qiao Wanxian frowned and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Everyone immediately retracted their seats one by one, motionless. Terry said with a smile: "It's okay, boss, we're having fun."

Irving, Joe Cole and others nodded without stopping.

Qiao Wanxian didn't know what this group of people was messing around again. Fortunately, he led the score in the first half. Juventus dared not speak out, which made Capello look dirty. He was very happy. He dismissed and pretended to be unhappy: "Sergio, go and call Lu Xiaopang back!"

After nearly 5 minutes, Rooney and Ramos were in a hurry. The two of them were panting and finally returned to Qiao Wanxian's sight.

"What's going on?"

Qiao Wanxian stared at Rooney.

"Uh..." Lu Xiaopang seemed to feel like he was seen through and stammered: "Belly... stomachache..."

Of course, Qiao Wanxian would not believe his nonsense. In the Chelsea team he coached, Rooney would make jokes.

"Is that right? Why don't the team doctor give a report?" Qiao Wanxian's eyes were as sharp as a raging one.

Rooney was stunned and said with a smile: "Uh...this is it, boss, just a minor problem. It's already cured, it's completely cured!"

Qiao Wanxian shook his head: "You can't do this. For safety reasons, you should not play in the second half of the game..."

"Puff...ah...ahuff..."

Ramos, Terry and the others couldn't stand it and laughed.

"Boss!"

Rooney looked embarrassed and shouted, his neck was lowered, completely shivering, but his eyes were circling, and he was thinking about it. He suddenly remembered the blonde beauty he saw in the player passage when he returned to the locker room. He was very happy: "Okay, boss, I confess to you, I just saw a beautiful girl in the passage, Sharapova! Does Sharapova know? The beauty in Russia's tennis! Just... I was stunned and forgot to come back..."

"Sharapova?"

Qiao Wanxian's eyes lit up, and his heart couldn't help but move. Calculate that, this girl is only 18 this year, right? How could she come to Alp Stadium? Could it be that she was confused by my style?

Although the two beauties at home have already made him anxious, the nature of a man made Qiao Wanxian instinctively want to get a glimpse of the truth.

"Okay, everyone concentrate and listen to Boas's tasks in the second half of the game. No one is allowed to be distracted!" Qiao Wan gave the order and walked outside the locker room.

Everyone watched Qiao Wanxian leave with his back, feeling so contempt. This head coach was really too much! He scolded the player and went to hook up with the beauty himself...

Rooney patted his chest with relief and smiled at each other with Owen, Lampard, Terry and others, which was very strange.

Qiao Wanxian's eyes were sharp and he could see the tall and slender Sharapova at first glance. In terms of size, she was a small part taller than herself.

She was wearing a very simple dress, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, a white long skirt, and a white sandal. She did not wear any makeup on her face, and she had a natural natural beauty. Her bright eyes were like stars, her pretty eyebrows were like black eyebrows, her lips, red teeth, and white beauty, especially her golden hair, which revealed an extra temptation.

She and her entourage seemed to be working hard to communicate with the staff. This place is a forbidden area after all. Although Sharapova is famous, she can only stop at the door.

Suddenly, Sharapova's eyes widened, she smiled, waved her fair and long arms, and shouted: "Mr. Wan Xian! Mr. Wan Xian!"

Qiao Wanxian was mixing garlic with garlic and almost fell down. Is this tennis goddess summoning me?

"Who are you?"

Qiao Wan is very reserved and seems to be keeping away from the beauties she met by "accidentally".

Seeing that it was Qiao Wanxian, the staff then let Sharapova go and asked her to go up and talk.

"I am Maria Sharapova. Don't you know me? I am a tennis player!" Sharapova was very excited when she saw Qiao Wanxian's face blankly, her eyes kept on her face and her body looked around, and she understood in her heart that he really didn't know me.

"I came with my friend to watch the ball and found that you were so cool in commanding the team. Can you sign me with an autograph?" Sharapova usually signs for others, but in fact she is just an 18-year-old girl and has her own hobby of chasing stars.

After hearing this, Qiao Wanxian was overjoyed and prideedly picked up his shoulders: "There is no coolest, only cooler!" After that, he shook his hair.

"ah?"

Sharapova exclaimed lightly, thrust her upper body, and her waist curve became more obvious. The tight T-shirt was bulging, and a tempting white and tender gully flashed through.

Qiao Wanxian quickly calmed down, coughed heavily, and said seriously: "Signature? The game will start in five minutes. I don't have time."

"How long will it take to sign the autograph...?" Sharapova didn't recall the smell for a while, but Qiao Wanxian's words made her extremely excited: "Let's do this, the team stays in Turin for one day. You can wait for me in San Carlo Square at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. How about I sign you?"

Sharapova gently brushed her hair, looked at Qiao Wanxian's humble gentleman, and looked so upright, she was so dizzy: "Is he asking me for an appointment?"

What she didn't know was that Qiao Wanxian was even more excited: "My long hair is fluttering, her figure is slim, and her every frown and smile is natural. The most important thing is that this girl is taller than me, conquering! This is how she feels conquering!"

...

Capello has been following Qiao Wanxian for a long time, and his evaluation of him is: he is talented and talented, not calm enough, and he will fall hard sooner or later.

If Chelsea wins again in this game, it will break the myth of unbeaten by Capello in AC Milan that year. So before the game, he actively responded to the trends of all parties and put pressure on Qiao Wanxian, trying to snipe Chelsea at home.

But the result of the first half made him completely desperate, 5:0! This is definitely a rare big score since Capello coached! What’s scary is that this was only the first half!

There is no hope of winning, so lose a fewer.

During the halftime break, Capello was in pain and helpless, but had to face the reality in front of him. After all, giants like Barcelona, ​​Manchester United, and Arsenal all had experience of being 5 goals away from home, and Juventus made a mistake in a mistake, which was not too embarrassing.

At the beginning of the second half, Juventus substitutions on the sidelines, and midfielder Tachinadi replaced forward Trezeguet.

It's a pity. In the 45th minute of the first half, Juventus's No. 9 striker Trezege's shots: 0, passes: 22, successful passes: 15, offside: 2, totally a "brain-dead" level data.

Trezeguet was depressed when replaced, and Tachinadi was also in a daze when replaced. Chelsea's offensive was so fierce, don't beat me up! Tachinadi, 30, has a perfect career in Juventus and may have to transfer and leave after the season. At this last moment, don't lose face!

During the halftime break, the slow-motion of goals was played over and over again on the big screen of the Alp Stadium. What made countless Juventus fans feel ashamed that the five goals were all wonderful! However, none of them supported the team...

Finally, the second half of the game began, and Capello's substitution undoubtedly poured cold water on everyone again.

Has Capello completely given up the game with the midfielder replaced the forward?

Boos were everywhere.

Capello was used to it. He was a head coach who could do anything to achieve his goal, delaying time and negative game... He even ordered the players to reach the backcourt. The two players passed each other for ten minutes, which made the neutral fans in the stands unable to bear it anymore. He was booing all over, and he was indifferent. It was not until the opponent's head coach could not sit still and ordered a steal that he launched a sudden counterattack.

Anyway, after experiencing the pressure today, I will still be a hero tomorrow!

Capello's face was cold and he stood on the sidelines.

The satellite camera aimed at the home team's bench, where Ibramovich, Mutu and other forwards sat, meaning Capello was not without soldiers, and the reason for losing was completely because the coach was incompetent.

When the team needed goals the most, coach Capello did not replace the striker, but instead replaced Trezeguet with the midfielder. It can almost be concluded that he must be the target of criticism from major media after the game.

Before the broadcasting camera could be switched back from the bench, Alp Stadium once again let out a trembling scream, and the painful wailing sound reminded me of an ancient poem: One general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven!

That's right.

Chelsea on the court scored another goal...
Chapter completed!