"As expected, it's you, old man, you are so cruel, but I want to thank you instead." Chenlong smiled a little proudly, completely losing the pressure, "Although I don't know how you convinced my parents, I don't know either How did my parents do it, but you all helped me accomplish one thing. You know, it's hard to get a few women together without causing trouble. "
Mourinho wanted to snicker, but he didn't know that Chen Long's mentality changed so quickly, and he felt quite disappointed.
"Oh, you don't know. With three women and one drama, your hard life will begin in the future." If one plan fails, another one will come up.
"How do you say this?" Chen Long also asked with great interest to see what Mourinho had planned.
"Just for who you sleep with every night, you have to draw lots. If you are unlucky, you won't be able to draw in a week. How will you explain it then? Women must be jealous at that time, and a war is imminent... "
"Ahem, you are very experienced...ah! Damn it!" Just when Chen Long was about to praise Mourinho, he found that Ronaldo just missed a good opportunity.
"Oh no, Pepe is too dirty. If he hadn't pushed Ronaldo from behind just now, how could this goal not have been scored?!"
"Haha, it's normal for your hands to be dirty. Who doesn't mess around when playing football?" Mourinho responded with a smile, but a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Half an hour has passed. How about we slow down and fight in the second half?" Chen Long suddenly suggested, actually discussing it with Mourinho.
Mourinho was shocked. Wasn't this a blatant match-fixing? He quickly took a step back to his coaching bench and stayed away from this guy.
How dare he agree
Besides, if we mess around in the second half, as soon as this guy comes on the field, something might happen and the game will end immediately.
Mourinho smiled meaningfully.
Chenlong also realized that it seemed wrong to discuss this matter in public and quickly shut up.
Well, I just closed my mouth when I discovered that Real Madrid got a free kick from 35 meters away.
"If he can kick the ball in, I will eat the ball!" Chen Long said to himself angrily.
"Huh? Are you serious?" Mourinho heard this and grabbed a football from the coaching bench, held it in his hand, and stood next to Chen Long again.
"Uh..." Chen Long never expected Mourinho to be serious, but in order to prevent the ball from scoring, he still answered, "Yes."
This is an opportunity, of course it is an opportunity, although Luo's free kick success rate is pitifully low.
"Oh no, it's getting ugly again. Just watch, the ball will either fly into the stands or hit the wall!" Chen Long cursed, clenching his fists like a child who refused to admit defeat.
Luo always needs to measure his steps accurately when taking free kicks, and this time is no exception.
Mourinho's expression wasn't much better, he also clenched his fists, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Luo's free kick is indeed very strange. Even if it is played correctly, it may still result in a goal. This has been proved by countless goalkeeper mistakes.
As long as the ball goes into the goal, it is a terrible danger.
There was once a La Liga goalkeeper who faced the arrival of the ball head-on, but still did not lift the ball out of the door. You know, the ball just flew over his head. As long as he touched the ball, he could hit it out. But it's incredible that he didn't touch it.
Obviously, it is not only Chen Long who is nervous, but Buffon, as the goalkeeper, is also prepared.
He is also afraid of Luo's free kicks.
The Juventus people lined up the wall completely, leaving no gap at all.
Luo is so independent, how can he pass the ball! So everyone almost gave up guarding other players and chose to form a human wall.
Luo's focused expression also told everyone that he must have shot!
Run, take off!
But the ball did not fly out as everyone expected, but rolled against the turf and landed at Higuain's feet.
Higuain had already taken the ball and inserted it into the penalty area, and then shot without hesitation.
There are no fancy moves, just a push and a kick.
Everyone was stunned just now, they didn't expect Luo to pass the ball!
Buffon kept his eyes on Ronaldo outside the wall and did not notice that Higuain would get the ball and shoot.
He didn't even have time to react, and just watched the ball roll into the net!
"Insensitive! You're cheating!" Chen Long immediately cursed! "Oh my god, this guy can actually pass the ball?!!! The sun comes out from the west?!"
Apparently even Chen Long didn't think of it.
The goal in the Champions League final, how crazy it is to think about it.
The roaring cheers made Wembley Stadium look like a battlefield of victory.
The white back is rising and falling, surging.
Mourinho rarely ran to celebrate, but took the ball in his hand and stuffed it into Chen Long's face.
"Quick, quick, quick, keep your word and eat the ball! Hurry!"
Obviously, he wants Chenlong to redeem his promise just now and to be serious about it.
"Get out of here! You got the advantage and acted like a good boy!" Chen Long was so angry that his intestines were green. He was still being played by Mourinho. How could he be in such a mood
He quickly turned around and walked towards his coaching bench. Mourinho wanted to chase after him, but looking at the faces of the fourth official and those on the Juventus coaching bench, he quickly stopped and ran back to high-five his coaches. Celebrate.
"Why is Mourinho chasing Chen Long with the ball?" The host was puzzled. He had been trying to understand their voices since they chatted just now, but obviously he was not so smart.
How can that guy pass the ball? ! After Chen Long sat back on the coaching bench, he still couldn't let go.
It can only be said that he is too immature in this regard. The card played by Mourinho is really too deep, and it can be said that it has been hidden from everyone's eyes.
If you count Luo's free kicks in his career, there is no one where he didn't shoot directly, not to mention that the position just now was so upright, everyone would think that he would shoot, but he and Mourinho deceived everyone.
Obviously, this has been discussed long ago, otherwise Higuain would not be so comfortable getting the ball and breaking into the penalty area.
If it were Barcelona, this combination might happen, but Real Madrid? Strange whore.
At the thirty-sixth minute, Real Madrid unexpectedly took the lead with an unexpected free kick.
"It seems that in order to win the Big Ear Cup, Luo also lowered his posture and cooperated with his teammates, and those postures of forcing shots just now were just a cover-up. The 29-year-old Luo is really different! "The host is British, so he naturally has a lot of explanations for Luo. After all, Luo reached the pinnacle of football from this land.
With this goal, Real Madrid took the lead. After the game restarted, Mourinho replaced Ao without hesitation and removed Higuain.
Yes, there were substitutions in the first half. And it is obvious that he is playing three midfielders, re-establishing the most rigorous tactics, and even replacing the goal scorer. One can imagine how determined his tactics are.
One ball is enough? It may not be possible for others, but it may be possible for Mourinho.
With so many defensive personnel on the field, they are determined to fight Juventus to the end! Luo was also thrown to the center position by him.
Shameless enough! Substitution so early! Chen Long cursed in his heart and his feet became a little unruly. He was eager to try and play.
Go up, or not go up? If I regain my strength now and in the second half, I can continue to fight.
If you don't play, everyone may be under a lot of pressure. If you focus on offense and lose defense and let Real Madrid sneak another attack, the result will be unpredictable!
Chenlong hesitated for a moment, but quickly took off his suit, revealing his true body in football uniform.
"Oh, oh! Chen Long is going on stage! See what he means, he is going on stage!" the host exclaimed.
Meanwhile, the fans went crazy.
"Chen Long, Chen Long, Chen Long..." Obviously everyone wanted him to play immediately and change the score on the field.
Seeing Chen Long's movements, Strini also ran towards the linesman, obviously preparing to raise the substitution sign.
"Old fat man, forget it, I won't go, I believe everyone." Chen Long called out to Strini at this time, "If Mourinho catches me and attacks madly when I have no energy, then we It’s more dangerous, it’s better to let the game continue like this.”
Chen Long said what he was good at. Others may not dare to take risks, but Mourinho's calculations are absolutely terrible. Maybe his appearance actually fell into his calculations.
What about Mourinho over there? His face remained calm and he didn't even look at Chen Long.
Chen Long just looked at his calm face and called out to Strini, with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
The game entered the last five minutes, and this time everyone finally seemed to have a tacit understanding. They spent the five minutes well and ended the game calmly.
"Everyone played well, but I didn't expect Luo to be so insidious and sneak attack..." Chen Long simply concluded in the locker room, "But the final victory will be us, not Real Madrid. Mourinho will continue to use a lot of tactics in the second half. You just need to maintain the continuity of the offense. As long as they don't score again, we will win."
What this means is that there is Chen Long, and as long as he plays, there will be no problem.
"Long, do you want to go out? Something happened!" While Chen Long continued to comfort his teammates, Piero suddenly appeared.
He came to watch the Champions League, but he showed up in the locker room. Is this to encourage everyone? Obviously not.
"What happened?" Chen Long didn't understand at first. The team members were all here well, what could happen? Unless the other team has diarrhea and cannot play, that's a problem.
"This..." Piero didn't know how to formulate his words for a moment, and he was a little embarrassed to speak.