number one striker

Chapter 114 Don't Thank Bashen
"There are still a few minutes before the first half of the game. The German team must persevere and don't lose the ball at the last moment. Let's bring this tie into the intermission!"

Yankel's words also represent the aspirations of most German fans. They are all praying that the German U21 must not lose the ball.

For the fans, the hearty victory is certainly happy, but the result is the most important.If they can win, they don't care how ugly the halfway process is.

"Italy played very well! There are many opportunities! There are also many shots! But what's the use of that! Isn't the score 0:0?" The fat white man Hamitt was not drunk this time.

Jimmy Kohler said: "Shut up, Hammett! I'll see what you say when someone scores a goal!"

Hammit shook his head: "It's about to enter stoppage time. I don't think Italy can break our goal."

Caesar had just been blocked by the Italian back line again, this time Ozil passed the ball behind him, and Caesar was far ahead of his opponent.However, the cunning Italian used his body and small movements to greatly slow down Caesar's speed, and Cristo on the wing quickly took the ball away.

Caesar angrily pushed Motta, who had been following him all along, pressing his hard knee against his thigh.

In high-speed running, a little collision will make people lose their balance.Not to mention that there was another Andreol on the other side pulling his trousers with force, it was really a ghost to be able to run.

Mota yelled exaggeratedly and rolled twice on the ground.

Caesar also got a beautiful topaz card, and Ozil hurried away Caesar who wanted to continue to argue with the referee.

"Idiot! Did I pass the ball to you to hit someone?"

Caesar frowned: "The fucking Italian defender is really a mangy dog, and he can't shake it off no matter what."

Ozil said: "Just know it, find a way to break through them, and I will continue to pass the ball to you."

Motta got the result he wanted, patted his buttocks and stood up.

Andy Schneider looked at Caesar speechlessly, why can't this guy calm down a bit?

The team's offense has stagnated now, and you can't play your best counterattack. If you don't calm down, who else can we rely on?
In the box on the stands of the stadium, there was a fat man and a thin man sitting there, both of them yawned boredly.

"Jose, Mario's condition is not particularly good. But you have to admit that without him, it is absolutely impossible for Italy to suppress the German team for a whole half."

The thin man called "Jose" let out a strange laugh, and the sound was very piercing in the fat man's ears.

Damn, if I had a knife in my hand, I'd stab your fucking Mourinho to death!
At this time, Mourinho was the head coach of Inter Milan. Part of the reason he came here was to inspect Balotelli.

"Balotelli is not active in training and always quarrels with his teammates. Tell me why I keep him in the team."

The fat man has nothing to say, indeed, Balotelli's performance in the last few games of this season was too poor.And because of being late and other reasons, there was a fierce quarrel with Mourinho.

"And!" Mourinho narrowed his eyes, and the fat man only felt that the temperature in the whole room had dropped a little.

"The fact that you pushed Ibrahimovic to transfer is enough for me to drive all your players out of Milan!"

The fat man is the famous agent Mino Raiola.

It was also this summer that Ibrahimovic moved to Barcelona. Inter Milan received a lot of cash and Eto'o, and the latter also became one of the important boosters for the team to win the Champions League.

So this transfer, in the final analysis, Inter Milan is not at a loss.

However, how did Mourinho know these things at this time, what he hates most is others challenging his authority.Obviously, the current Raiola, Ibrahimovic, and Balotelli have all offended his inverse scales, how could he tolerate these people continuing to dangle under his eyes.

Raiola shrugged, showing the shameless face of a businessman and said: "Jose, business is business, and feelings are feelings. Now we only talk about Mario, not Ibrahimovic."

"I can only tell you! Balotelli is not in my plans!"

Mino Raiola asked: "Even if he performed well today?"

Mourinho sneered, and Raiola said before him: "The game is not over yet."

"Then let's talk about it." Mourinho drank his saliva and continued to watch the game.

"It's the last minute of stoppage time! Giovinco has the ball! He's trying to break through on the left!"

"He protects the ball! Pulls the ball continuously! Höwedes is completely played by him! Giovinco cuts into the penalty area!"

"Cross!"

Neuer didn't expect Giovinco to take advantage of Hewedes, leaning on him, and using continuous pulls to get in.

Then, Giovinco's cross was flat and fast, and it came to the center in the blink of an eye.

Raiola poked his head out: "Mario!"

That's right, Mario Balotelli beat Boateng Jr. in the middle and headed home before him.

The ball was so fast that Neuer had no time to react.

Just like that, the ball flew over Neuer's head into the net.

1: 0!

"Italy broke through our gate!" Yankel's voice was a bit bitter, but as a commentator, he had to explain the game well.

"Giovenco swayed Hewedes! Boateng failed to stop Balotelli again! This is the problem of the entire defense! Neuer's last save can't save the ball!"

"Ah! The referee blew the whistle for halftime!"

"Balotelli scored a goal at the last moment! An Italian hero!"

Caesar unwrapped the bandages around his hands, revealing his red bracelet.

He glanced up at the score board dejectedly.

A dazzling 1:0.

It was a solid, unmistakably passive first half, with barely a single good attack from them.

Italy's final goal can be said to be a not-so-exciting but extremely important goal after wasting countless opportunities. Balotelli laughed and joked with his teammates and walked into the waiting room.

In the box, Raiola almost knelt down to celebrate. He sang a song in his heart while arranging his tie.

"It's a decent ball."

Mourinho didn't bother to care about him, a goal didn't mean anything at all.

"The game is not over yet, that's what you said."

Raiola didn't take it seriously, anyway, Balotelli already scored a goal, isn't that enough?
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