number one striker

Chapter 307 30
"Milito hit the penalty! 2:0! Inter scored another goal!"

This goal also caused Benitez, who was sitting on the bench, to raise his legs. He finally ate dumplings and vented his anger after his poor condition.

Damn, it's finally our turn to chatter.

Playing at home, leading 2:0, and the opponent is one less player, is there a more perfect start than this?
No, 2:0 is not enough!We have to take advantage of this opportunity to score a few goals!
Benitez, who had eaten dumplings, couldn't relax, ran to the sideline and waved his hand, and continued to attack!

Gomez sat in the locker room, looking at the screen of his mobile phone and getting angry.

It's all you idiot defenders!

How long has it been since the game started!
You actually gave Inter Milan, who recently attacked constipation, two single-handed chances!

In fact, Gomez is nothing, but Lloris, the captain and goalkeeper of the 2018 World Cup champion, was miserable.

None of the 4 teammates in front of him had a normal mind, and every time they had a strong dialogue, they were beaten to the point where they couldn't find their way. It was either an own goal or a leak. Anyway, they always wanted to cause some trouble for Loris.

"Milito receives a through ball from Sneijder! Galla puts a shovel! No shovel! Milito hits the goal from outside the penalty area!"

"Kudinic saved the ball! Tottenham almost lost the ball again!"

"Damn it, don't watch it." Gomez was so angry that he turned off the mobile phone TV, but not watching the game doesn't mean he didn't play the game again. Tottenham's rear team soon presented another world-class performance.

This time it was Modric's long-range shot to no avail, and Cesar kicked the ball with a big kick.

Milito and Janus scrambled together, neither of them touched the ball.

"Coutinho grabbed the second point! He was in very good form today!"

Huddlestone hurried up to steal it, but Coutinho swiped the ball with his left foot and wiped the ball between Huddlestone's legs.

"Strike! Coutinho wiped the defense! Straight through the middle!"

After Militola went out, Caesar was in the middle again. With his back against Kabul, he received a pass from Coutinho and flicked his instep, which was very deftly to Sneijder next to him.

And Sneijder also did not make any adjustments, and passed the ball back to Caesar who turned to face the goal.

Kabul and Gallas, who were stuck behind Caesar, flanked back and forth. The two shot together, trying to break the ball that Caesar had just parked.

As a result, the two moved too slowly, or Caesar moved too fast, and neither of them touched the ball. Gala kicked Kabul staggeringly, and the ball passed through his crotch.

"Caesar pierced the crotch again! Tottenham's defense was disintegrated!"

Kudinic finally understood why Gomez had such a bad temper recently. With these idiots in front of him, who can be in a good mood? !
Galla kicked Kabul in the leg, making neither of them feel bad.

"Behind, you idiot!" Kabul endured the pain and yelled, Galla quickly turned back to chase, but Caesar had already set up his bow and shot the arrow and kicked the ball out.

"Caesar hits the goal in one step inside the restricted area!"

"The ball hit the goalpost! Kudinic didn't respond! 3:0! Inter Milan leads by 3 goals!" Elisa's voice was very high, and she waved her hand excitedly. It has been a long time since Inter Milan has seen such a hearty attack.

Caesar rushed to the corner flagpole and made a beautiful sliding knee. The three gullies behind him also made the female fans crazy.

"Good shot! The cooperation between the two of you is so wonderful!" Cambiasso rubbed Sneijder's bald head vigorously, and the Dutchman said honestly: "Actually, I wanted to stop, but it turned out to be a big stop, just for Luther."

Caesar also laughed loudly and said, "Actually, I didn't see Gala coming up at all, but the two of them bumped into each other as soon as I turned around. It's really lucky."

If Gala knew the truth of the matter, he would probably slap himself hard. You can just stand there and wait for him to come in. Why do you have to rush to intercept him? !

In just 20 minutes, Tottenham were swept 3:0 by Inter Milan. Huddlestone looked confused. What's wrong with this shit?
Even if we are not in good shape, it doesn't make sense to be scored 20 goals in 3 minutes by the recently constipated Inter Milan, right?

Modric looked dignified. Van der Vaart's suspension put a lot of burden on his shoulders. Now it's better, and there is no pressure at all. Anyway, they are 3 goals behind.

"Luka!"

Modric was still sinking in there, but he heard Bell calling him behind him.

"I have been observing their defense. In fact, Inter Milan's defense is not stable at all." Bell, on the contrary, looked indifferent, not seeing the "sorrow" of falling behind by three goals.

"Our defense is even more unstable." Modric said unhappily.

Bell turned a deaf ear and said, "If you can get the ball behind them and use my speed, maybe you can get one back."

"You? Don't be ridiculous. You are facing Zanetti and Maicon. They are superstars who have been famous for a long time. How old are you? How dare you say that you can beat them?" Modric increased his tone this time, but Bell said with a relaxed face: "Caesar is only 5 months older than me. I can do what he can do."

Modric was silent for a moment, looked at the score, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, we are three goals behind anyway, it's better than just waiting to die."

"That's right! Cheer up, we haven't lost yet!" Bell gave Modric a thumbs up and ran to his position.

"Being behind by three goals in 20 minutes is not considered a loss? Do you think we are Liverpool on the night of Istanbul." Modric muttered.

Tottenham's current problem is not only in the defense, but also in their offense.

After Redknapp replaced Crouch, their offense completely lost the arrow figure.In fact, he should replace Modric. With Crouch, at least he can maintain the threat to Inter Milan's goal.

As a result, Redknapp kept Modric in order to ensure the control of the midfield, which made Tottenham very uncomfortable.

The game continued, and Redknapp saw the problem.

Whether it is Bell or Lennon, their crosses are simply unresponsive. Can you expect the 172cm Modric to compete with Lucio and Samuel for the header?
"Tsk, wrong hand." After Bell's cross went unanswered again, Redknapp had no choice but to admit his mistake, and he personally extinguished the last hope of the team's comeback.

"Do you want to replace Keane?" Lao Lei's assistant asked on the sidelines. Robbie Keane once moved to Inter Milan in 2000 with a shocking 1300 million pounds in Europe, but was swept out a few months later.

"Let him warm up, come back in 5 minutes." Lao Lei pondered for a moment, then nodded.

(End of this chapter)