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Chapter 187 Old guy!Please be respectful!
February 2, 23:[-] pm, London, Stamford Bridge Stadium.

The Blues players on the pitch, divided into two teams, are working hard on confrontation training.

This season, the madman Mourinho let the world see the terrifying firepower of Inter Milan. The season has remained unbeaten in the league so far. Such a terrifying dominance of the game, how can Chelsea not be on the verge of a formidable enemy!
Yes, they were scared and scared, so whether it was the players or the staff, the whole body was tense and felt tremendous pressure.

However, the good old man on the sidelines and the head coach Ancelotti who is very good at handling player relations still has a comfortable expression and seems not to be affected at all.

"Boss, you can see that they are all very nervous, so, is this really okay?"

The assistant coach next to him, a handsome Italian boy, asked in puzzlement when he saw Ancelotti's expression of wanting to be beaten.

"Lock, it's okay. We players are very strong. The greater the pressure, the stronger we get." Ancelotti smiled softly.

"But, didn't you say before that it is important for players to feel happy playing football?"

The young man was very puzzled and continued to ask.

"Yes! That's my football philosophy, but, but if you encounter a strong enemy, you must bear the pressure."

Ancelotti fondled his son's head and smiled.

The young man was furious, "Old man, I am no longer a child, please show some respect."

Ancelotti was dumbfounded, he put his hand in the air, neither stretched nor released, "Okay, then tell me, how much chance do we have in this game!"

"Odds?" The young man was stunned for a while, "In my opinion, with our current lineup, we have no chance of winning against Zhang Han."

"Hehe!" Ancelotti laughed again, "Do you like Zhang Han that much? Is your father that bad?"

"Mr. Coach, please be respectful. It's working time now, and we are just a simple working relationship." The young man roared with his face flushed.

Ancelotti smiled awkwardly, "Although Zhang Han is very strong, their team is not without weaknesses!"

"What weakness?" Locke became curious.

"Their biggest weakness is that they rely too much on Zhang Han!" Ancelotti said.

"And then?" Locke asked, "Do you want to find someone to defend Zhang Han?"

"Against their offense, apart from Barcelona, ​​there are not many teams on this earth who can win, but, but when it comes to defense, do you think there is anyone in Europe stronger than our Chelsea?" Ancelotti did not answer directly Locke's question, he asked instead.

"Old man, do you really want to shrink back?" Locke said as if I knew it, pointing to Ancelotti's red nose.

After hearing his son's words, the famous Italian marshal broke out in a cold sweat, and kept wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Little Locke, in fact, defense is also an art. Could it be that, knowing that the offense is not as good as the opponent, do we still play against each other? Then, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?"

Ancelotti felt that his son's three views were a bit distorted, and he unconsciously wanted to correct it.

"Old guy! Who is your little Locke? Of course I understand such a simple truth! But, but, do you think that old fox Mourinho won't understand?"

Locke said almost in a growl.

"So what if you understand? Isn't that how he dealt with others before? Now it's his turn."

Ancelotti felt very cool, but he didn't know why, maybe he stayed in the invincible Milan for too long!He hadn't felt the thrill of this challenge for a long time.

"Is this really okay? What if Mourinho changes his tactics?" Locke continued to question his father.

"You mean, advance Zhang Han's position to the center forward position! This is indeed a very possible change." Ancelotti said with a smile and his eyes lit up.

"Then what should I do? I think in this world, the person who can guard against Zhang Han should not have been born yet!"

Locke is very proud. As a die-hard fan of Zhang Han, he is very happy that his idol has let his father down.

"That's it!" Ancelotti felt that his son was testing Lao Tzu, and he thought seriously.

"What? You can't do anything now!" Locke continued to be proud.

"Stinky boy, is there anyone like you? If you don't support your father's team, you will defect now." Ancelotti scolded with a smile.

"Old guy! Please be respectful! Now, it's working time, I, I'm not your son." Locke became angry.

"Even so, we have countermeasures. We can press the frontcourt and make it difficult for them to pass the ball into the penalty area." Ancelotti laughed.

At the same time, in Milan, Italy, at the Meazza Stadium, the extremely excited Inter Milan is also doing targeted training.

Sure enough, just as Rock Jr. guessed, on the court, the madman put Zhang Han in the center position.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Han is placed in the center position. The other players have no complaints, but the two backup center backs, Fernandez and Bradley, are suffering.
After halftime, they were abused so badly that they almost cried.

"abnormal!"

After an attack and defense, Fernandez and Bradley lay on the ground and wailed as if they had been hit by a high-speed truck.

They, they finally saw the horror of Zhang Han.Terrifying physical strength, terrifying jumping ability, and terrifying powerful explosive power.In this high ball competition, they pulled, pulled, and used all available moves, but they were still crushed hard, and their opponent scored a violent header.

However, seeing Zhang Han bullying his defender on the field, Mourinho was not very satisfied. He asked the assistant coach to stop the game and called the players to the sidelines.

It was even worse for Bradley and Fernandez when the Madman rearranged his tactics and the game started again.

原因很简单，国米改变了阵形，从4-3-3变阵4-4-2，现在他们要面对的是两个暴力男人了。

The extremely strong Zhang Han and the extremely strong Balotelli, this combination of center forwards is almost incomprehensible, and the substitute team immediately beat up crying.

"How? Do you think that guy Ancelotti will be fooled?"

This time, Mourinho was more satisfied, showing a rare charming smile.

"No!" However, I didn't expect that Boas next to me would not give me face at all, and denied it.

"Why?" Mourinho, amused, asked.

"Feeling!" Boas said solemnly.

puff!The lunatic almost laughed, and covered his mouth in half, "How about we make a bet? If he is fooled, give me a thousand euros."

　Fatigue caused by continuous combat, the author is a little out of shape recently, eh!This is a digression, there will be another chapter in a while!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)