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Magionni was originally sitting on the coaching bench, but when he heard Chen Long commanding his players on the court? That's okay, I was so angry that my nose was smoking. Your uncle, what is all this about? ! His lips trembled a little, but he didn't know what to say.
Conte laughed 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 on defense. Why are you standing in front of me and standing there in a daze?!" If it weren't for the people who watched the game live, they would have thought that Chen Long was the captain of Inter Milan. But there's nothing you can do with him. He doesn't curse or swear 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 originally playing well on the court, but he was criticized by this guy, causing the team to now It was different. He was shaken by his thoughts, but the ball stopped at his feet was stolen by Vidal. He was so annoyed that he yelled, "Dirty!"
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 Zanetti, like an old car, the speed could not reach fifth gear. , out of breath, dealing with the unbeatable and vigorous Xiaoqiang in front of him.
"That midfielder... I guess, where is Cambiaso? Why not replace him?!" Chen Long said plausibly, a little bit blaming Marchionne.
Marchionne's face was darker than the sky where it was raining just now... Now the entire 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. I can't see it..."
Is this kid crazy? Has he had enough fun? ! Zanetti couldn't help but become angry again when Chen Long saw what she was thinking. After being stunned for half a second, Elia had already sprinted past with the ball, easily leaving him behind.
Nani? ! Damn boy, you actually distracted me! After Zanetti realized 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, let alone others.
Elia reached the bottom line in a hurry. He glanced up at the penalty area and saw that only Higuain was hiding inside. Chenlong had no intention of waiting for the ball. He couldn't help but look back. As a result, Bekbang was rushing toward the penalty area. He was sure of it, so he kicked the ball toward the front of the penalty area, and a ground ball came.
The unknown defensive midfielder Chen Long just mentioned also ran backwards with Bekbon. 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 as if nothing had happened, 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 Yuu couldn't help but look at the evil Chenryu with contempt. Damn it, this little pervert is addicted! Ranokia had the same idea as him.
"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... Do I really know him well? Do I have a fever? Could it be that the heavy rain just now made me feel a little stupid? 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 are you going to visit Higuain? I live next door to him. You are both national team teammates and fellow countrymen. Why don't you come 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 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? The host couldn't help but speculate again when he saw the two people being so ambiguous on the court.
"Yes, Messi said that you are the most reassuring of Argentina's defense. As a result, 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 Messi’s friend, I must be obligated to do this,” someone continued bragging shamelessly.
"Really? Can I 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, speak slowly, my brain is not very good, I have to remember slowly." Samuel was completely immersed in chatting with Chen Long. And someone, now looking at his teammates, 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..." Chenlong's speaking speed became very slow this time, 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! ? ! Ah! 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 is he there! Has the 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... ~