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"Palermo is becoming more and more like Milan. When the ball reaches the penalty area, it is passed into the dead end. The effect is very poor. Did you watch last night's game? AC Milan lost again and Allegri was dismissed. ." Conte said with a smile on his face.
"Since Pirlo was missing, AC Milan has dropped a level. This is all Allegri's fault. We are the proud ones, haha." Chen Long also made a rare sarcasm.
People who know a little about football can see how important Pirlo is to a team. You can replace a forward because he is old, but when replacing the brains of a team, you have to think carefully, just like you You can cut off an arm, but you have to replace it with a brain or a heart...
"The progress is not bad, as long as there is no business..." Just when Conte was about to praise, his old face froze in the air. Before he could say the word 'foreign', Palermo actually scored.
"Yeah, what is Chiellini doing?! Is this the end of his life?! Is this a real fall or a fake fall? Is it necessary to clear the ball like this? His brain is flooded. I really wonder what his master's degree is. Come on!"
It turns out that this is what happened. A Palermo player originally threw a high ball into the penalty area. Chiellini, who is tall and powerful, jumped high before the opponent's forward, and then wanted to volley to make a clearance, but this guy His foot did not kick the ball. Instead, he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. Just when he was about to raise his hand to signal a foul, Palermo forward Fernandez suddenly rushed to the ball and poked the ball into the goal.
The ball, which was originally easily cleared, was successfully picked up by the opponent. This ball was lost very cowardly.
"Natural disaster**... Natural disaster**... I guess Chiellini is not like this, uh..." Chen Long was also speechless, but he could only comfort Conte in this way. Recently, the team has always been beaten. Troubled by this kind of bizarre conceding, it is not a matter of match-fixing. The players are all trying their best. Why are there so many match-fixings
"If you can't even break through the opponent's makeshift defense, then it's a waste of time." Conte cursed. He was naturally talking about Palermo's defense. Before the game, Palermo's two central defenders were all in trouble. Due to the lack of injuries, Palermo's coach had to let two full-backs come as temporary guest appearances. With such a defense line that has no tacit understanding, there is no excuse for Juventus to be unable to break through.
Less than two minutes before the goal, an opportunity appeared. The ball came to Vucinic's feet. But he didn't know that Vucinic had been injured for too long, so his shot from close range actually missed. .
"Let me tell you, this guy is like a sick cat right now. If he had been replaced by a boy like Bei Bang, he would have gotten in already." Conte rambled like an old woman, never closing his mouth.
Um... You banned Bekbang yourself. Now that you think of him again, it's disgusting. Is the old fox getting old and suffering from amnesia
"Look, these guys in Palermo think they are stalling for time, and they started this trick just a short time after the game started!"
It seems that it is better to sit in the coach's bench and listen to the old fox chatting endlessly, and my ears are calloused.
"Yes, this ball was intercepted well. The pony has made progress. It's not in vain for my love. Damn it, it's a long shot!! You're stupid!" Conte covered his face with his hands. Apparently he felt that Marchisio The ball was handled too hastily, so I had to cover my face and sigh.
But this was a stadium where cheers broke out, and the cheers were thunderous.
Ah, what's going on? Conte exposed the gap between his fingers and aimed at the opponent's goal. He only saw a ball lying quietly in the goal. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Chen Long in confusion.
"This goal is scored!"
"Yes, I'm in." Chenlong replied quietly.
"Woo, so good, so good, I love you, pony." Conti suddenly hugged Chen Long and danced around like a little kid.
Um... What happened to the old fox today? He had obvious symptoms of anxiety. He was nagging when he didn't score a goal. He was elated after scoring a goal. His mood changed a lot. Chen Long couldn't figure out what Conte was like today.
"Don't look like you're looking at me like a monkey. Try going out with an undefeated streak of fifty-six games. Then you'll know how I'll feel like this!"
So, Chenlong finally understood.
After equalizing the score, Juventus finally put down their burdens, and the game gradually became smoother. However, the forward was too incompetent and did not seize the opportunity to expand the score. Until the end of the first half, the score was still one to one.
"Boy, go ahead and bring Juventus 56 unbeaten games." After halftime, Conte finally let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, he no longer had to suffer anymore, because if Chen Long played, then his The heart no longer has to bear as much pressure as it did just now.
"Yi, why haven't you left yet?" After Conti finished speaking, he found that Chen Long was still standing where he was, not moving at all.
"You can't move, you can see for yourself." Chen Long frowned, his eyes fixed on the group of people holding hands in front of him, all of whom were wearing Palermo team uniforms.
"What are you looking at?" Conte turned his head and was stunned, "What are you doing? I'm not letting you pass. It's a blatant hijacking." Apparently Conte was also shocked by this scene and was a little off guard.
He was right. The opponent's fans just refused to let Chen Long pass and blocked him in front. It didn't matter, the crowd slowly moved closer to Chen Long and him, with a vague tendency to surround him.
They actually wanted to trap us in broad daylight. Chen Long felt that the Palermo fans were too crazy. He must have learned this from the Inter Milan fans, and they became more and more daring.
"Old fox, the thirty-sixth strategy is the best, I dodge." At the moment when the fans were about to surround him, Chen Long took a step forward alertly, and then without thinking, he climbed directly onto the barbed wire fence.
He climbed to the top of the fence in a few clicks, and then said what he just said.
"What should I do!!" Conte didn't expect Chen Long to do this, but he was not Chen Long. He was wearing a suit and could not climb the fence. But after the Palermo fans gathered around, they did not continue to make things difficult for Kong. Instead, they all raised their heads and looked at Chen Long. They also didn't expect that Chen Long could reach out as quickly as a monkey and climb onto the fence.
This unusual move made fans from other areas look over in surprise. When they saw that it was Chen Long from Juventus, they were so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
Ignoring the strange looks from everyone, Chenlong quickly climbed over the fence, and then landed on the ground on the other side. The stadium security also appeared beside him in time.
Before the security guard could open his mouth, Chen Long pointed at Conte and mumbled a lot. The security guard listened with half-belief, but didn't really take it seriously. He originally thought it was a fan causing trouble by browsing the fence, but it turned out that It's Chenlong.
Chen Long ignored the security guard's entanglement and walked straight to the locker room. The audience burst into crazy jeering. Of course, there were also the voices of a small number of angry Juventus fans, but they quickly disappeared in the boiling atmosphere. In the ocean.
Damn it, don’t go to the stands with that idiot Conte from now on. Your life is important, and you need one or two bodyguards, otherwise you may really die one day. After Chen Long walked into the player tunnel, he still He was covered in cold sweat and cursed in a low voice.
When the teammates saw Chen Long running into the locker room panting, they all looked confused.
"You were hiding in a corner just now and having sex. You were like this when you didn't play." Marchisio joked while drinking a drink.
Chenlong was sweating like rain, and replied angrily: "That's good, it's better than being surrounded by a dozen men. Conti doesn't know if they have already pressed him to the ground and executed him on the spot. He is still a virgin." It's broken, I have to be smarter, or I'll be wailing in the stands!"
Everyone listened half-comprehensively, not understanding what terrible things could happen in the stands, but Chen Long continued: "It took you forty-five minutes to take down this piece of shitty defense line. Seriously?" It’s so disgusting. I’ll give you another fifteen minutes in the second half. If you don’t start the pot, I’ll make a substitution!”
This was said to the two strikers, "We must focus on ground attack. Everyone should be closer and don't always play long passes and lobs. That's not what we play. If we play too much, we will lose inspiration." We need strong ground cooperation to tear down the opponent’s defense and beat them to the ground!”
Chen Long disdains long passes, just like he disdains using headers to score goals. Football is kicked with the feet, not other parts. This is consistent with the thinking of the aliens. The aliens In his career, he rarely used headers to score goals unless he was forced to do so. It's not that his headers are not good, but that he doesn't need them at all.
"Break through the middle, go forward and cooperate, and you can kill them. Go ahead, old guys." Finally, Chen Long concluded and drove his teammates out of the locker room, except for the three young people who were temporarily exiled. Player, he is the youngest person in the locker room now, so he changed his title to "Old Thing".
Of course this is a joke. Chenlong has always believed that a relaxed and happy locker room is far more energetic and positive than a lifeless locker room, so he likes to joke in the locker room to relieve everyone's pressure.
After running out of the players' tunnel, Chen Long looked at where Conte stood, hoping to find Conte again.
But Conte is really missing...
Wasn't this guy really pushed to the ground by the fans? Oh wow, poor old man, he will be fucked by others in his old age.
Of course, Conte was not knocked down as he imagined. Instead, after Chen Long attracted the security, at his strong request, the security escorted him out of the stadium. He was also out of danger and out of danger. After the stadium, Conte took a taxi and ran away...