Magionni was originally sitting on the coach's bench, but when he heard Chen Long commanding his players on the court? That's okay, he was so angry that his nose was smoking. Damn it, what's going on?! His lips
I was trembling a little, but I didn't know what to say.
Conte burst out laughing on the sidelines and couldn't help but praise, "This is a good move, this move is cruel and awesome."
"Japanese boy, hurry up and get back to the defense. Why are you standing in front of me and staring blankly?!" If it weren't for the people who watched the game live, they would really think that Chen Long was the captain of Inter Milan. But you can't do anything with him.
Yeah, he doesn't use swear words on the field, he just talks. There is no rule against talking on the football field, even if he is talking to the other team's players...
Almost everyone in Inter Milan was shouted at by him, especially the players in the midfield and backfield, who were often moved around by Chen Long's words, as if Chen Long was their coach.
Illusion, this must be an illusion... Even Sneijder in the frontcourt was attracted by Chen Long's voice. He was playing well on the court, but he was talked about by this guy, which made the team now
It was no longer the same thing. He was shaken by his thoughts, but the ball stopped at his feet was stolen by Vidal. He was so annoyed that he directly cursed, wipe it!
Sneijder quickly chased the ball back, but it was already out of reach. The ball had already reached Elia's feet. After Elia got the ball, he started to rush towards Zanetti with the ball. Poor Sneijder
Nettie, like an old car, the speed could not reach fifth gear, and she was out of breath trying to deal with the invincible and vigorous Xiaoqiang in front of her.
"That midfielder... I guess, where is Cambiaso? Why not replace him?!" Chen Long said plausibly, and he also meant to blame Marchionne.
Marchionne's face was darker than the sky where it was raining just now... Now the whole Inter Milan has been disturbed by Chen Long.
"Lao Sa, if you can't grab the ball, don't try to grab it. Don't think you are pretending to do your best because I can't see it..."
Is this kid crazy? Has he had enough fun?! Zanetti was furious when Chen Long saw what was in his mind. After being stunned for half a second, Elia had already passed by with the ball.
, easily leaving him behind.
Nani?! Damn boy, you actually distracted me! After Zanetti found out that she was being teased by Chen Long, she quickly turned around and ran back. As the leader of a team, he couldn't even control his emotions.
Not to mention other people.
Elia rushed to the bottom line and glanced up at the penalty area. He saw only Higuain hiding inside, but Chenlong had no intention of waiting for the ball. He couldn't help but look back. As a result,
Bekbang was rushing towards the penalty area. He was determined and kicked the ball towards the front of the penalty area, and a ground ball came.
The unknown defensive midfielder Chen Long just mentioned also ran behind Bekbang desperately. In the end, neither of them took advantage of the other, and the ball bounced to the sideline, Juventus' sideline ball.
"Keep an eye on the people, don't let the Juventus people succeed." Chen Long issued the order nonchalantly, as if he was already an Inter Milan man, "What about you, little Japan, hurry up and keep an eye on Estigalivia."
"Ranocchia, keep an eye on Higuain. This kid is very cunning. He can wipe you out with just one turn..."
Nagatomo Yuto couldn't help but look at the evil Chenryu with contempt. Damn it, this little pervert said he was addicted! Ranokia's thoughts were exactly the same as his.
"Lao Sa, let's not bother each other and just have a casual chat. They compete for theirs and we discuss ours. Once the game is over and both sides are tied, everyone will be happy, right?"
Samuel's old face was as gloomy as a dead fish, speechless... Am I really familiar with him? Do I have a fever? Did the heavy rain just now make my brain a little stupid? He
He couldn't help but pinch his thigh secretly, and the painful feeling made him clearly realize that this kid was really causing harm to him.
"I said, Lao Sa, when will you come to Higuain's place to be a guest? He and I live next door. You are both national team teammates and fellow countrymen. Why don't you go over after the game? Haha, I'll be the host."
....Everything is getting further and further apart.
"By the way, your Messi is also at my place. I'm treating him. You don't know that I'm his attending physician, right? He was even asking you to come here a few days ago, hehe."
"Is it true? He talked about me?" When Samuel heard Messi talking about him, he couldn't help but talk to Chen Long.
Hehe, this old stubborn stone finally spoke. Chenlong was finally happy. How could he let go of this good opportunity?
What are Samuel and Chen Long doing? Why are they like brothers and fighting fiercely? Could it be that they are really good friends? When the host saw these two people being so ambiguous on the court, they couldn't help but speculate again.
"Yes, Messi said that you are the most reassuring of Argentina's defense. It turns out that your knees often have problems. He is very concerned about it and is thinking of asking you to come to my hospital for treatment. You know
, as a friend of Messi, I am definitely bound to do this favor." Someone continued bragging shamelessly.
"Really? I can really go to you for treatment?" Samuel has obviously been fooled by Chen Long's sugar-coated bullets...
"You've already asked 'really?' twice, do you have to ask a third time? This is completely inconsistent with your rock style. If it were someone like Little Japan, who devoted himself to me, I wouldn't care.
, who are you? You are Messi’s friend and my Chenlong friend. Remember my mobile phone number, 138..."
"Wait a minute, speak slowly, my brain is not working very well, I have to remember slowly." Samuel was already completely immersed in the chat with Chen Long. But someone was now looking towards
Teammate, but he kept talking about his mobile phone number.
The mobile phone number he mentioned was indeed real, but he still spoke very quickly. This was intentional, just to allow Rock's mental state to focus on recording the number...
When Samuel was recording the number, Chen Long finally caught the opportunity. Bekbang got the ball and was defended by someone next to him. Chen Long smiled in his heart, thinking that he had seen a good show.
"How is it? Do you remember?" He raised his voice, intending to continue to confuse Samuel.
"Write it down. Say it again and I'll check it."
"Hmm...138..." This time Chen Long's speaking speed became very slow, but at the same time he stretched out his hand to signal to Bekbang for the ball.
Bekbang had already seen Chen Long, and when he saw Chen Long making a small move, he suddenly kicked the ball over.
Just when Chen Long was talking about the last number, he got the ball. Samuel had also finished checking it and was about to nod when he found that Chen Long had already passed him with the ball and had already slipped into the small area.
In the restricted area.
Ah!?! Ahhh! Samuel's brain seemed to be short-circuited at this time, and he was stunned on the spot... What was I doing just now? Why was he there! There was a ball at his feet?)——*(
%......￥@When did it happen?
The miserable Samuel fell into Chen Long's way in a daze... At the eighty-fourth minute of the game, Chen Long personally changed the score to three to two...
