Grass roots glory

Chapter 1208 Who's Laughing
A day later, another Champions League semi-final, Atletico Madrid's Wanda Metropolitano.

With a goal from Belgian winger Carrasco, Atletico Madrid once took the lead and Simeone's team saw a chance to advance.

However, when the entire stadium was in jubilation, and all Atletico Madrid fans thought they could advance to the Champions League final, Real Madrid's most secret weapon-the knife-armed defender "Master" Ramos once again staged a sword to seal his throat.

1:1, total score 3:2, Real Madrid and Manchester United meet in the Champions League final.

This is probably the Champions League Derby of the century with the deepest foundation and the largest fan base.When Zidane turned around and walked back to the locker room, he rushed to his assistant David Bertoni to confirm one thing: "David, is there any news from England? How is Zhou going?"

David Bertoni shook his head: "There is no latest development, and Manchester United seem to be doing very secretively. But they have not seen Zhou at their training base."

"sure?"

Bertoni nodded affirmatively: "I arranged for the most professional scouts to go there, you can rest assured about that, and, Zidan, you know, the research week is also one of my jobs."

Zidane nodded, he was relieved.Strictly speaking, David Bertoni is only a member of the technical team of the coaching staff. He has not obtained the UEFA Pro license required to serve as an assistant coach in the Real Madrid first team, so it is not a legitimate "job". Dane's coaching staff has no assistant coach, but Zidane is willing to believe his words, because Zhou Tiancheng is definitely a key figure that any opponent's technical team must rack their brains. As for whether he can play, no one Just kidding.

"That's great. But it still needs attention. Jose Mourinho is one of the most cunning old foxes, but I hope God will punish him."

Immediately, Zidane was in a good mood, and kept wiping his bald head, just like touching the shiny silver body of a cup with big ears.

He has a bottom line in his heart and knows how to deal with those reporters.

……

At the same time, in Liverpool, Klopp and Buvac were also confirming: "Have you figured it out? Zeliko, Zhou is really so serious?"

Buvac nodded: "In all aspects of the situation, I am afraid that is the case. Zhou may play in the Champions League final, but that has nothing to do with us. What we can be sure of is that he will definitely not be able to play in the FA Cup final."

Klopp turned his head and pondered twice: "I hope my judgment is wrong. From what I know about Zhou, a foul of that scale is not enough to allow him to rest for two weeks, and it is impossible for him to rest for a week! He is simply a monster .”

"Jurgen, you are too nervous." Buvac disagreed: "I don't deny that Zhou's physical fitness is definitely the first among the players I have seen. But his game intensity is too great in one season. , Unlike the Bundesliga, this is the Premier League, even if he has a body made of steel, it is impossible for him to be so strong at this stage."

Klopp thought for a while and laughed: "Gelico, I think what you said makes sense, hahaha, let Real Madrid worry about it, isn't it good news for us? At least this season, it shouldn't be Nothing more, no?"

Klopp smiled and waved his hand with great confidence, which showed that he already regarded the FA Cup championship as his bag.

……

And in the dressing room at the Carrington base, the atmosphere is naturally not right. It is time to start training. Mourinho has just said that the most important task for the team from now on is the FA Cup final, and the revenge of Liverpool. The idea is the only thing the team needs to do.

However, this did not encourage everyone. Zhou Tiancheng's place was empty, and the locker that belonged to him had not been touched for two days.

No wonder everyone thinks too much, this situation is impossible without thinking too much.

"What's going on with Zhou? Wayne, why don't you ask the boss, how did you become the captain, Zhou is our brother, how would we play Liverpool and the Champions League final without him?"

Fellaini couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't hear the familiar shouts during training, and he was really uncomfortable.

Rooney stood up suddenly and stared at him with a bad expression: "Marouwan, why don't you ask, you don't know the boss's temper? Why did you order me to go? Also, let me hear what you said just now? Let me tell you, Zhou can definitely go to San Siro, definitely can! You don’t need to worry about it, just do your own thing.”

"I'm just worried. Wayne, do you think you can score without Zhou passing the ball to you?"

"Hey, enough is enough, is it over? Marouan, Wayne, are you going to hurt each other?" De Gea had to speak out at this time.

The door was pushed open at once, and Mourinho walked in with a sullen face: "I heard your voices outside, boys, are you going to make a fuss? Are you going to play the final?"

As soon as Mourinho showed his power, he stunned everyone. At this time, only Rooney dared to answer: "Boss, we are just worried. How is Zhou going? We all care about him."

Mourinho glanced at him: "Wayne, why don't you apply with the FA to postpone the final and wait for Zhou Xing to come over, is that okay?"

"Uh..." Rooney stopped talking, and was stunned again. He knew that the boss was probably in a bad mood now.

"Without Zhou, we still have to play the FA Cup. Without Zhou, wouldn't we win? Are you representing Manchester United or Zhou's star team? Boys, you have to figure this out!"

"So what if there's no Zhou? It's no big deal if he can't make it to San Siro. Are you all used to eating pie, are you all used to being morons?"

Everyone frowned, and Depay bravely said: "Boss, you can criticize us, but we don't accept personal attacks!"

Mourinho turned to look at him: "Memphis, tell me what you have contributed to the team? Don't you wait until Zhou gives you a pass every game, and then you can play your speed? It's like a nanny Put your food in your mouth, won't you go inside the middle to take advantage of the space by running off the ball?"

Rui Faria was worried: "Jose, how dare you say that they all have their own pride. They are no rookies anymore. Are you really not afraid that they will not work for you?"

Mourinho stared at him for half a minute, staring at Rui Faria until he laughed: "Ruy, you don't understand the thoughts of these boys. They are willing to give up Champions League chance? Not even Wayne Rooney. Pride? I just want them to know that Zhou may not play and they are on their own. Bring something. Like you said, none of our players are rookies."

Mourinho smiled more than Klopp or Zidane.

The plan was successful.

(End of this chapter)