Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

The Milan Derby is about to start!

Many Inter Milan fans, although they had come to the side of the Meazza stadium, did not enter the field, but gathered beside a small forest next to the stadium.

They all looked forward to a bend.

"Here they come, they come!"

Amidst the cheers of the fans, Inter Milan's blue and black themed bus appeared and slowly drove towards the stadium.

"Inter! Forza inter!"

"Ye Chen! Ye Chen!"

"Barrera, Barrera!"

"Lukaku!"

Fans trot after the bus, yelling the names of their favorite stars through the glass.

Of course, Ye Chen's name was the loudest and most mentioned!

Ye Chen sat in the car, opened the curtains deliberately, smiled and waved to the fans, and did not forget to tell the driver in the car:

"Villa, drive slowly, be careful of the people beside the car!"

The driver Vilia turned back and smiled at Ye Chen: "I have been driving for Inter Milan for almost 20 years, Ye Chen, since you came, there are many more fans chasing cars than before, this is a good thing!"

Bang!

"Fuck!"

Vilia slammed on the brakes!

This slammed brake caused the players in the bus to lean over, and some players who were resting with headphones were startled awake!

"What's going on?" Ye Chen poked his head from behind.

Vilia pointed to the car window. On the glass, large egg drops slowly fell, and scattered egg shells even stuck to the glass window.

"Which bastard smashed Lao Tzu's car with rotten eggs!" Vilia was furious, turned the key, and was about to get out of the car.

Handa, who was sitting behind him, grabbed him, pointed out the window and said, "Old Wei, don't worry about it, someone is already taking care of this guy."

Outside the car, a blond young man wearing a black long-sleeved pullover was surrounded by groups.

"Why did you smash our car?"

"We've all seen it, you're the one who threw it, and you're still quibbling!"

"You're not an Inter Milan fan, are you? Where did you come from?"

"This guy is here to make trouble!"

The blond man shook his head, looked foolish, and cast provocative glances into the Inter Milan bus from time to time.

During the pushing and shoving, one person suddenly shouted: "He's wearing an AC Milan jersey, take off his jumper!"

When the voice came down, the nature changed. This is because the enemy has infiltrated us to make trouble!

"Grab him!"

"Squeeze this kid!"

A few tall and thick guys tore the boy's sweater to pieces.

Sure enough, there was a bright red and black striped shirt inside!

Everyone was angry and furious!

"Damn it, there are spies among us!"

"Fuck him!"

"Let AC Milan's spies taste Uncle Inter's iron fist!"

Boom boom boom!

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

The blond guy was lying on the ground, kicked a lot, his AC Milan jersey was trampled with dust, curled up and screamed in pain.

Vilia watched it very intensely in the car, and even picked up her mobile phone to record a video, "Fuck him, fuck him hard!"

This time it is Inter Milan's home court. The blue and black elements in the stadium are obviously more than the red and black.

The Inter Milan promotional poster at the Meazza subway station is just a small matter. When you arrive at the Meazza Stadium, the most obvious thing is the comparison of the number of fans!

Su Yue stood up and circled the field with the camera of her mobile phone.

"Netizens, almost all the fans are seated now. According to the information disclosed to me by Inter Milan's official staff before the game, [-] tickets were sold for this game. What is the concept?"

"You know, this stadium with a history of almost 100 years has been renovated and expanded several times in history, and now the total number of seats is 85398."

"But for safety reasons, the stadium must have [-] to [-] seats free, so it can be said that all the places that can be made are full, and the tickets in our factory are sold out!"

Su Yue shook the ticket in her hand in front of the camera,

"I'm not showing off. Everyone knows, how much does the ticket for my position sell on scalpers?"

"2000 euros! It has already been fired to such an exaggerated level, it is enough to see how hot this Milan Derby is!"

In the locker room of the home team, Ye Chen surrounded everyone.

He didn't talk much this time, but at the end, he focused on saying: "In this game, we will fight for Little Jamie!"

As for the visiting team AC Milan, coach Pioli repeated a sentence repeatedly:

"In the first round, we fought very well, but in the end we were tricked by the fans. What we lost in the first round, we will regain it all this afternoon!"

The starting list of both sides was announced.

The home team Inter Milan, 4-2-3-1 formation.

Green followed his attacking style of play in the last round and continued to play four backs.

However, some adjustments have been made to the starting roster.

Lukaku replaced Moses and played as a left winger.

Lautaro

Lukaku Eriksson Ye Chen

Brozovic Barella

Ashley Jan de Fry Bastoni Ambrosio

Handanovic

Leaving to play left winger is still somewhat unexpected.

He used to be the center position.

However, Green's formation also has his considerations.

It is said that Lukaku and Lautaro are Inter Milan's one high and one fast.

But Green believes that the taller is Lautaro, and the faster is Lukaku!

AC Milan has a traditional 4-4-2 formation.

Rebic Ibrahimovic

Chalhan Olu Bennacer Kathy Castillejo

Teoromani Olikyar Andrea

Donaluma

Since Pioli came to AC Milan in November last year, he didn't find out any way at the beginning, and the team's record has not improved significantly. Many people questioned that he is a parallel importer.

However, the arrival of Ibrahimovic in the winter window of January 2020 completely changed the situation!

The 39-year-old Swedish veteran was signed to AC Milan from the Los Angeles Galaxy without a visa.

Some people question whether Ibrahimovic, who is only in his forties, is still the iron tower of the two Milans in Serie A. After all, as he grows older, Ibrahimovic's physical functions continue to decline. He is an old bone and can run fast. move?

Take it, the king of Sweden, slap everyone in the face!

Since the winter window, he has played 12 times and scored 8 goals. At the age of 39, he surpassed the 27-year-old Croatian main striker Rebic and became the team's top scorer in the half-time!

Ibrahimovic has a famous saying: "God has returned to Milan from Los Angeles!"

In the player tunnel, the two teams were at war with each other.

Except for Brozovic and his Croatian national team teammate, Rebic, who greeted briefly, the rest of the people had normal eyes, no eye contact, and could only hear each other's serious breathing.

Ibrahimovic looked very relaxed.

The 39-year-old veteran, chewing gum, used his 195cm pitch to look down on the Inter players.

His gaze, after scanning the entire Inter Milan team, landed on Ye Chen who was opposite him.

"Hi, your name is Ye Chen?" Ibrahimovic called out to Ye Chen.

"Hello, Ibrahimovic." Ye Chen expressionless.

In the previous two episodes, Ibrahimovic approached Ye Chen, looked down at him for three seconds, and then deliberately said:

"Hahahaha, I'm fine, and you'll be fine too, boy, when I was playing football at Inter Milan, you were probably still crying on the bed, asking your mother to change the diaper!"

Ibrahimovic patted Ye Chen on the shoulder in a "friendly" way, and laughed out loud like no one else, attracting everyone's attention.

Although what he said was exaggerated, he was indeed qualified to say so.

In 2006, Ibrahimovic was transferred from Juventus, who was relegated due to phone calls, to Inter Milan. At that time, according to Ye Chen's age, he was only 4 years old.

This is what the Swedes are used to.

He will first use his height to put visual pressure on the opponent's core players in the player channel, and then use provocative language to irritate the opponent and make people mentally!

Ye Chen looked at Ibrahimovic meaningfully, and smiled along with him.

Also laugh out loud.

Ibrahimovic froze.

"what are you laughing at?"

Ye Chen's face tightened immediately, he stopped smiling, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Yeah, I'm laughing... Forget it, hum." Ibrahimovic rubbed his big nose.

"Have you laughed enough?"

"Well, that's enough."

"Okay, let's get in."

"Ah."

A cool breeze blows, a little cold.