i'm a superstar

Chapter 185 Dutchman Sneijder's hat-trick!
Then on January 1th, it was the Coppa Italia match. He played well in the national derby. Zhang Han, who was tired and vomited blood, sat on the bench, and the Inter Milan lineup also underwent a large-scale rotation.

"Comfortable!"

Sitting on the bench, Zhang Han stretched and moaned comfortably.

"Boss, can we stop making such noise?"

Sitting next to him, listless and drowsy, Balotelli woke up decisively after hearing Zhang Han's voice, and said tremblingly.

"how?"

Zhang Han raised his eyebrows and asked.He didn't realize it, and after moving his neck again, he felt refreshed.

"Dirty!" A word popped out from Quaresma's mouth next to him.

"Why is it dirty? Don't you think my voice is ecstasy?"

puff!The two of them almost spit out.

"Hey! It's really comfortable to take a sudden break!" Zhang Han continued to chatter, but the other two remained silent.

"Isn't it? Don't tell me, playing football is really not a human job. I'm so tired and stinky. I don't earn as much as Bill Gates in a day. Mario, are you right?"

snore!snore!Loud grunting came from both sides.

"Forget it, I won't tell you two idiots, I enjoy the game."

Zhang Han felt very fresh, and cast his eyes on the court. The game had already started for more than ten minutes.

On the green and cold court, the old lady Juventus started with a burst of attack, and then shrunk after scoring a goal. Now, the game has returned to a familiar rhythm, with Inter Milan attacking and Juventus defending.

However, due to Zhang Han's substitute, Inter Milan's offense was a bit weak and weak.

"Sure enough, I can't do it without my uncle!"

Zhang Han felt the importance of himself and talked to himself complacently.

However, before he was happy for 2 minutes, he was severely slapped in the face by the Dutchman who replaced him on the field - Sneijder.

In the 14th minute of the first half, under the instigation of Sneijder, Inter Milan played a very wonderful attack. The ball passed into the Juventus penalty area, Milito knocked back, Sneijder on the left side of the penalty area, with a wonderful right foot, A coquettish arc went straight to the dead corner of the goal, helping Inter Milan open the scoring first.

"Sneijder! Wesley Sneijder, hit a world wave."

Accompanied by the ever-exciting commentary, several players who were squeezed onto the bench erupted and celebrated happily on the field.

I don't know when the young members of the Chinese national team headed by Zhang Han have been more and more trusted by the madman Mourinho.

Unknowingly, they squeezed the imported Eto'o, Milito, Sneijder, Stankovic, Muntari and other veterans onto the bench. It is conceivable how these veterans feel in their hearts. It's not easy to get a chance to play, but it's not a good performance.

"It seems that Juventus was woken up by Inter Milan's attack. They, they shouldn't be so conservative."

"Yes, they scored a goal with great difficulty, and were equalized by Inter Milan so easily, they should feel uncomfortable!"

On the court, after Juventus was scored, he really took a breath in his heart and began to rebound strongly.

"Hey, now, it is estimated that every Serie A team will be extremely jealous when they see Inter Milan! They, they have already swept Serie A."

"Yes, every Serie A team now has the biggest goal of defeating Mourinho's Inter Milan."

"However, in the absence of Zhang Han, Inter Milan, Inter Milan's control has been greatly reduced. They, they still have a good chance."

Amidst the ramblings of the two crows, Juventus was indeed very energetic. Using their long pass, they directly scored the ball into the Inter Milan penalty area.

"Ah! Here it comes, Juve's attack is coming."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and a threatening cross from Juventus caused a commotion in the Inter Milan penalty area.

In the confusion, I didn't know it was the one who suffered a thousand knives, and stabbed the ball into the gate guarded by Ultraman.

Altman, with a height of 1.9 meters [-] and a face full of flesh, said that he was cheating!Without such a player, the ball got into the goal from his crotch.

"This goal, who scored this goal?"

"Who entered?"

Even the two narrators didn't see it clearly, and they became confused there.

"Sneijder! It's actually Sneijder, what a jerk, he, he finally scored twice in this game."

"Yes, regardless of the goal, he, he has the ability to score goals."

The two guys seemed less uptight, teasing Ned there.

"Don't you think? This game, this game seems to be less, less Zhang, seems to be less exciting."

"Yes! Without Zhang, the biggest star on the court will be missing, and of course it will feel flat."

Zhang Han, who was on the sidelines, felt very useful when he heard the two commentators brag about him shamelessly. He couldn't help but smirk.

The game continued, the two sides came and went, and started a goal battle. By the end of the first half, the fans in the audience were stunned.

What a big score! 4:5, the players on the field scored well, but it was a bit hard for the goalkeepers of both sides, who kept picking up the ball from their own goals.

The intermission ended, and in the second half, Mourinho remained calm and did not replace Zhang Han immediately. Therefore, the two sides were still staging a goal battle. You and I were very harmonious, but it seemed that the one who suffered was always Inter!They are always one goal behind.

"Boss! What are they doing?"

When Balotelli woke up, he was surprised to find that such a big score was played on the court, and he said dumbfounded.

"How do I know what they are doing? Both sides seem to stop defending, but focus on attacking." Zhang Han said with half-closed eyes.

"Does the old man care?" Balotelli became even more suspicious.

"The old man said, let everyone play freely and fully enjoy the game." Zhang Han said, licking his chapped lips, and motioned Balotelli to give him the water bottle next to him.

"Why are you drinking water again? Boss!" Balotelli took two bottles of water, gave one to Zhang Han, took a sip from the bottle, and asked.

"I've been on fire recently!"

"Get angry!" Bashen laughed wretchedly, "Why don't we go romantic at night?"

While the two were talking furtively, the game came to the 75th minute. The Dutchman Sneijder finally completed a hat-trick, and the score on the field became an amazing 6:7.

At this time, Mourinho finally felt the need to make a substitution and asked Zhang Han, Fez and Bo Yang to warm up on the sidelines.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

With the hysterical roar of the commentator, Zhang Han came on the field. At this time, the time came to the 80th minute, and Juventus scored another goal, extending the score advantage to two goals.

(End of this chapter)