Late at night. [The night sky in Turin is filled with cold air. But at this time, a group of people were driving a pickup truck toward the suburbs of the city in a lively manner.
In such a cold weather, this group of people were still naked and covered in black and white stripes of color. They were sitting noisily in the carriage, singing songs and drinking wine.
Soon after, the car drove to a hotel and stopped.
After a while, the gongs and drums suddenly shook the sky.
Yes, they were playing gongs and drums near the hotel and it was very loud. It was two o'clock in the morning.
The lights in the hotel room gradually turned on. It was obvious that he was awakened by the sound of gongs and drums. Who could still fall asleep at this moment must be sleepier than a pig, otherwise it would be impossible.
AC Milan players stayed in this hotel. You can imagine how they felt at this time.
Chen Long felt the same way, because he had also encountered him in an away game in the Champions League, so he told Ski to transfer this conspiracy to the AC Milan people.
The sound of gongs and drums woke everyone up, and the hotel management had to call the police.
But when the siren sounded, the people in the car disappeared, and the hotel suddenly became quiet.
I thought I could go back to sleep, but soon after the police left, the man in the car appeared again, and the gongs and drums started ringing again.
The AC Milan people were naturally woken up again. Almost everyone pressed their heads with pillows and managed to fall asleep.
But the more they wanted to sleep, the louder the drum beat, piercing their heart and lungs. The grumpy current captain of Milan, Ambrosini, finally couldn't bear it any longer and called his roommate Montolivo. Then after walking out, he knocked on the doors of several other dormitories.
"Let's go down and beat up those damn birdmen!"
The AC Milan players were already very angry. After hearing what their captain said, they put on their clothes, picked up some fighting gadgets from the room, and walked to the elevator.
"What are you doing?" Maldini also heard the noise and ran out to see, but it was too late. The players had already entered the elevator...
"Oops, are they going to fight?" Maldini was thoughtful and immediately guessed what the players were thinking. He quickly ran out in his pajamas without even changing his clothes.
But after just delaying for a while, Ambrosini had already aggressively led his AC Milan teammates outside the hotel, and then took the lead in rushing towards the car.
Those who were beating the drums enthusiastically saw the AC Milan players' formation and quickly jumped out of the car.
"Fight? Haha." One of the burly young men laughed and stood in front of everyone. "I like it. Beat the guy in front first. Haha, isn't that Ambrosini?"
"Montolivo is mine." Another equally strong voice jumped out.
"Okay, then Emma Nelson is mine."
... ...
These people are just playing a game, scrambling to pick their prey.
"Don't really get hurt, otherwise things will get really big." The driver in the cab suddenly said, "The higher-ups told us that we can only come here to make trouble, and just give some color by the way. Don't hurt your muscles and bones. That's it. ”
As a result, after Ambrosini and others came up, these people also rushed over, found their prey and started fighting.
In less than a minute, all the AC Milan people were pinned to the ground by these people.
Ambrosini didn't even touch the opponent's body, but was already taken down by the opponent's grappling hand. He was pinned to the ground alive, with a painful expression on his face.
Who is this person? ! It's so awesome, it doesn't look like a fan! Ambrosini was annoyed and painful. Why had he been abused like this? He glanced around, only to find that all his teammates had been knocked down, without even a chance to resist.
Beep-beep-just when these people were laughing happily, the siren sounded again at this time. I originally wanted to continue mocking, but had to give up.
The moment the driver started the car, these people quickly let go of their players like the Flying Tigers, jumped into the car, and then the car roared away quickly.
Ambrosini got up from the ground with a curse, spitting on his mouth. It was obvious that he had been pushed to the ground and had eaten a lot of sand.
"Are these people fans? It feels like the Flying Tigers!"
"I wiped it. Fortunately, my arm was not injured, otherwise I would have kicked Mao's ball tomorrow!" Montolivo, who looked in pain, echoed, crossing his hands and rubbing his arm.
When Maldini chased him here, he didn't even see anyone, and he gasped: "Damn it, are you idiots? You come here to fight with others for nothing? Huh-huh-I haven't played football in a few years, how can I run like this? I’m so exhausted.”
At this time, the police car had also arrived. The two policemen looked at the embarrassing appearance of the AC Milan players, with apologies written on their faces.
The city of Turin has never been rich in football hooligans, but they did not expect that they would appear tonight, and they had to drive back to the hotel again. It was obvious that this was a premeditated case of harassment, and this time they did not intend to drive away again, but stayed there.
The AC Milan players didn't say anything. After this trip, they didn't get into the fight, but they were covered in sand. They had to go back to the hotel to take a shower. It was typical of them to lose their wives and pay for their money, and finally fell asleep after three o'clock.
You can imagine how depressed they were the next day. The original plan was for the players to gather under the hotel at eight o'clock, but Maldini gave the players two more hours of sleep. This was the first time AC Milan had done this. Do.
Maldini was not as happy as the players, and he became afraid from a long time ago.
This is definitely not the last move of the Juventus people. I don’t know what will happen today! Maldini was thinking in his mind, and the worry in his heart became more and more intense.
Sure enough, within half an hour, the team leader called him and said that the Turin Municipal Stadium would be closed in the afternoon for seat inspection, so AC Milan's idea of adapting to the venue before the game was in vain!
"What's the connection between checking the chairs and the venue? This is obviously a conspiracy of Juventus!" Maldini was almost going crazy. He didn't expect that the other party would play such a wonderful game, and use the excuse of being so cold and so naked. .
However, after such a fuss, his players can rest more time. Sufficient sleep and recovery of physical strength are the most important. It's not like Juventus has never been to the home court before, so it's almost the same whether they adapt to it or not.
In the afternoon, AC Milan's players finally appeared outside the Turin Municipal Stadium in high spirits, but Shaarawy and Kaká still had dead faces because banners mocking them were hung everywhere.
AC Milan fans have also arrived outside the stadium one after another, lining up to enter... ..
"Oh shit! This broken cabinet can't be opened?!" Ambrosini slapped the cabinet door in front of him hard, but he couldn't open it. The other teammates also became confused, because their cabinets were also like this. General.
"Absolute! Absolutely amazing!" Maldini cursed again, completely speechless at Juventus's actions.
Last week they just dug a few holes in the turf, but they weren't as thoughtful as they were! Um, will they do that trick too? ? ? Maldini felt a little proud that he suddenly thought of the possibility.
"When you come out later, be sure to be careful of the turf on the bench!!! Remember!"
When Maldini mentioned the turf, everyone's hearts froze. When they punished Juventus players last week, they got rid of Higuain. If the opponent also tries this trick this time, then they really have to be careful.
In the end, Maldini could only ask the players to put their clothes and everything on the chairs, and then hurriedly appeared.
The moment he walked out of the tunnel, a strange sight appeared. AC Milan's players were groping through the grass like land mines, just as Juventus did last week.
And what about the Juventus players? But he walked past them swaggeringly, coming on when it was time to play, and going to the bench when it was time to go.
Chen Long was at the end and greeted Shalawi from a distance.
"Brother, my condolences! Don't do those things again, or you will become the next me!" These words were not meant as comfort, but more like threats.
Shalawi's face dropped when Chen Long said this, he stopped, grabbed Chen Long, and asked eagerly: "Did you do it?"
"No way, how can I have such a good literary talent! This is obviously the work of some gray reporters. Who is the most awesome reporter in Milan?" Chenlong gently brushed away the depressed Shalawi. Hands, good at tempting.
"Uh... Ling Xiyu!" After being reminded by Chen Long, Shalawi's first reaction was to think of Ling Xiyu. Kaka, who was not far away, also heard it. He walked over in three steps and listened attentively.
"No, you don't know she is an Inter Milan fan?" Chen Long continued to add jealousy.
"Uh... That makes sense. She was the one who did it out of ten!" How could the young Shalawi withstand Chenlong's deception? His suspicion of Ling Xiyu deepened and he fell into deep thought. .
Even Kaka fell into deep thought, which made him stupid. He just walked to the bench without looking at the turf.
oops!
oops!
Two voices shouted almost at the same time!
Shalawi and Kaka fell to the turf at the same time...
As soon as the AC Milan team doctor heard that another player was injured, he subconsciously rushed forward, also unaware that he had stepped on a dangerous landmine!
oops!
The third voice sounded again, and the team doctor also stepped on a landmine!
The team doctor wanted to step forward to help the team members, but he didn't expect that he was also injured!
,-",