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Section 48: Zebra and Snake (8)

 After scoring the goal, Wang Ai did not run, but took a few steps to look at the stands, raising his chin like a Russian military parade soldier, arrogant, proud, and arrogant. Wherever he looked, the fans cheered for him desperately.

!

Wang Ai didn't respond or smile. He just made a fist and raised his left arm, and was immediately knocked down by his overjoyed teammate Solari!

It was only then that the commentators from various countries who were shouting in the TV commentary individually found the video of Klinsmann from that year. No one thought that he could actually regain the golden medal in such an unimportant game.

One of the most exciting goals of the Bomber's career, which left everyone unprepared.

In other words, there was no preparation for video clips of games from more than ten years ago.

Fortunately, some large TV stations have rich resources and are easy to access. When Wang Ai was pulled up by his teammates and returned to half-time, Klinsmann's goal finally reappeared in front of audiences from all over the world after 14 years.

Unlike ordinary fans who lament that the two strikers from different time and space have similar goal-scoring postures, Meazza fans immediately remembered the last peak in the early 1990s. That was the German Troika and the Dutch Three Musketeers next door.

, and the era when Naples’ football kings complemented each other!

Those memories are still fresh, but those faces have long gone. The beloved international team on the turf is still the affectionate blue and black. The two consecutive championships in their hands are not recognized by the proud Nerazzurri, who still pursue the glory of the past.

.

Today, I was suddenly reminded by the golden bomber that appeared in front of me. The great coincidence of 14 years has made the fans who have followed Inter Milan for many years feel excited! Some emotional female fans could not help but lower their heads and cry, but were immediately comforted by their gentle companions.

:Look, he is here. Can the era of the great international be far behind?

Inter Milan, which had pulled back into halftime for the third time, was quietly looking forward to kick-off. Behind them was the rolling sea, and there was an inexplicable temperament condensing on them. Everyone was quiet, everyone

Everyone looked forward, and everyone suppressed their passion with reason. Wang Ai, who was ready to rush through the center circle at any time, stood in the front row and was the arrow of the team and the focus of attention.

Zanetti, who could no longer sit still, stood on the sidelines accompanied by Cambiaso. For a long time, Zanetti looked at his friend and pointed to his chest: "You know, I..."

"I know."

Zanetti shook his head, exhaled, and hugged his brother hard.

The pulse of history tugged at the heartstrings of the veterans. But the unusual score was impacting the sanity of various commentators: with 15 minutes left in the first half, the Nerazzurri had 10 people and the Whites and Blacks had 11. But

The scoreboard on the sidelines showed the home team leading 3:0!

Although they are all zebras, this is not the second best Siena, this is the boss Juventus!

Just 1/3 of the game has passed, and there is still one hour left!

Many people realized with horror that a tragedy was unfolding for Juventus and that San Siro's celebration was about to take place.

Referee Farina in red stood sternly in the middle circle, picked up a spoon and blew, interrupting people's associations, and the game started again.

Although Ranieri had made emergency arrangements just now while the game was suspended, he was still standing on the sidelines and giving instructions. He forced himself to forget the fact that he was 3 goals behind and told himself and his teammates that today's duel between zebras and snakes was

,just began.

The calm and unhurried Juventus finally stepped up their attack frequency, just like an old woman starting to trot, while Inter Milan, a mediocre old man, although blushing and panting, the pressure soared, and teetering on the verge of collapse, he still held on tenaciously. Among them, withdrawing from the front line

The two big men under him played a key role. Cruz pretended to be a midfielder and often made outstanding steals. Crespo simply retreated to the back line, using his rich offensive experience to make up for the deficiencies in the defensive line.

The only blue color left on the entire turf in the black and white lineup belongs to Inter Milan's midfielder.

Faced with this situation, Ranieri and Juventus were very angry. Are you trying to scare us? I...Zanetti, Zanetti, hurry up, follow him!

Trezeguet and Del Piero repeatedly attacked Inter Milan's defense, trying to change the result at all costs. Wang Ai in the front sniffed when he saw the hardships of his teammates: Brothers, come on! Brothers, hold on,

Hold on!

He doesn't want to go back. He loves so and so, loves so and so, and loves whatever he wants! He would rather lead Zanetti in running at a constant speed than cross the center line. For this kind of aloofness and profit-seeking, he does nothing but show off.

The guy I love, the teammates pretended not to see it. Cambiasso, who was discussing on the sidelines, had just asked Zanetti "What would happen if Wang returned to the half-court to participate in defense?", but Zanetti immediately rejected it. He used his son.

I analyzed my elementary school mathematics knowledge to a friend: "When he goes back, our defense will increase by 0.5 people, but the opponent's attack will increase by 2.5 people."

As for Mancini, who is holding his shoulders with both hands, he has given up treatment long ago!

Ever since the summer when the boss told him to introduce Mr. Ballon d'Or, he has not arranged for him in the defensive system. He is just one less person! This guy who looks at him with a smile is actually a Mr. Steel. In two years,

He was nothing before, and the Portuguese couldn't do anything to him. It was a world-famous defensive style and defensive system, but they failed to influence him successfully for two years. Regardless of the big or small games, he just went his own way.

Now, with the Golden Ball added, and Italy quickly recovering after a brief period of confusion, who can care about this performance? Mancini has already thought about it. Anyway, as long as you don't know how to resist me, I will arrange offensive tactics seriously.

Execution is enough. As for defense, I would be angry if I mentioned it, so neither of us should mention it, so that’s fine.

Juventus's storm-like overall attack lasted for more than ten minutes, and the Inter Milan generals gritted their teeth and held on. At this time, Juventus had to slow down.

After being scratched by the old woman for a long time, the old man's face was covered with blood marks. Facing the old woman's still fierce gaze, the old man tremblingly sent a through ball... Ten minutes later, Wang, who was playing the role of a long-distance runner, appeared in front of him.

Ai, finally caught the ball again!

Oh yeah!

He had never warmed up so fully. On a cold winter night in Milan, Wang Ai was steaming with heat. He dribbled the ball from the center circle and led Zanetti towards the Juventus goal.

Zanetti staggered all the way back to the front of the penalty area, and teammate Grigra stepped forward to respond and defended Wang Ai in a double defense.

After fighting for a moment, Wang Ai couldn't find a chance to break through, so he turned back, and the two of them moved one behind the other. Zanetti worked hard on Wang Ai's back, hoping to push this dangerous guy away. However,

In the blink of an eye, Wang Airen stepped forward and pushed his foot back. The football bounced back under his step, slid past Zanetti's feet, and rolled to his side.

Next to the three men, Crespo arrived in time, faced the empty goal, and gave a gentle push.


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