Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

The home locker room.

Snapped!

With a loud bang, in the eyes of everyone, Inter Milan coach Conte kicked open the door.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

The Italian coach has disheveled hair. His pre-match jacket and shirt, which were originally neatly buttoned, were pulled open at the neckline, exposing his jet-black chest hair.

"Just scored one goal, and you guys are defensive? Is this your football philosophy!"

Conte was very dissatisfied with the situation in the last three and 10 minutes of the first half.

Inter Milan was completely suppressed by the opponent in the half court, and there were very few offensive opportunities.

If it weren't for Roma's poor ability to take my chances, coupled with bad luck, and a few planes in front of the goal, the score at this time may have already been overtaken.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, looked at each other, without words.

The right midfielder Candreva spread his hands towards Conte, stood up and said:

"Coach, Roma's midfield control ability is very strong. We are leading, so of course we have to take it back. In Italy, the leading side does this. What's more, we are facing Roma, not Cagliari, Genoa... ..."

Conte grinned when he heard this.

"Candreva, who told you this, I told you to retreat appropriately and shrink the defense line, not to say that it is fully recovered, so don't attack!"

"Especially you, you all retreated to the right back position, the result? Did you guard their winger Yundale? That kid passed us like a log."

Conte put his hands on his waist, and his gaze swept across the disciples like a whip.

"Do you know why he is so unscrupulous? It's because you retreated too deep. Roma's defense line has no worries about being counterattacked. Look at their median line, which overwhelms us by halftime. If we continue to play like this, we will definitely be overtaken in the second half."

Candreva was reprimanded in public, feeling a little dissatisfied.

This native Italian player is a frequent visitor to the national team. He just won the European Cup with the team last year, and his spirits are very high.

In Inter Milan, he has also played the main force in the team for several seasons.

He muttered a few words.

"This is what Spalletti taught us before. We entered the Champions League by relying on 1-0 tactics..."

Spalletti was the last head coach of Inter Milan.

In the two years from 2017 to 2019, he led Inter Milan to rank fourth in Serie A and entered the Champions League.

This is also Inter Milan's second entry into the Champions League since 2011.

Therefore, these players are still very emotional for Spalletti.

However, Candreva's words were heard by Conte.

In front of the current head coach, use the tactics of the previous head coach to question.

Candreva committed a taboo in the workplace!

Conte exploded.

He pointed to Candreva's nose and cursed:

"Candreva, listen to me!"

"The current coach of Inter Milan is called Conte, not Spalletti!"

"I know Spalletti very well. After being terminated by Inter Milan, the guy is taking the termination fee to go to the country manor to plant grapes. If you like him so much, do you want me to tell him the above, and then you don't Inter Milan has played football, hurry up and go to the countryside to fertilize with him?"

puff!

The third goalkeeper Berni, who had been watching the theater, who had been sitting in the corner seat, seemed to have heard a bad joke, so he couldn't hold back and laughed inappropriately.

"Who is laughing, who?" Conte glared in the direction of the laughter.

"Is it you kid?" He pointed at Ye Chen and said angrily.

Ye Chen was sitting next to Berni, both of them were in the corner.

All eyes were cast on him.

Ye Chen quickly waved his hands and explained in English with a serious face: "I didn't laugh!"

Although he didn't understand the Italian that Conte said just now, Ye Chen could hear Bernie's laughter.

Conte glared at him, then turned to the team and said:

"Do you know why the club invited me? If the club's goal is to continue to enter the top four and play in the Champions League, then why should I come?"

"I came here to lead Inter Milan to win the championship, whether it is the league championship or the cup championship, the championship is my DNA, just like what I did at Juventus and Chelsea before!"

"There is no championship that can be defended by a 1-0 defense!"

There was silence in the locker room for a while, and everyone felt hot on their faces.

The atmosphere was a little dignified.

Handanovic stood up.

The Inter Milan goalkeeper captain said to Conte in a slightly apologetic tone:

"Boss, I'm making a statement on behalf of the whole team. I will resolutely implement your tactical system. In the second half, play like a home court!"

He walked up to Conte and faced the crowd.

"Guys, this is our home stadium, not to mention Rome, even if we face Real Madrid, Barcelona and Bayern, we have to play our own posture and play a beautiful football in front of [-] fans!"

"If you don't want to be overwhelmed by the spittle of the fans, just show some energy!"

Handa applauded his teammates, signaling for everyone to cheer up

The whole team also stood up one after another, expressing their support for Conte and Handa.

The anger on Conte's face gradually disappeared.

As a head coach who has just arrived, how to discipline these big men is also an important topic.

Especially if there are people in the team who question their own tactics, this is challenging Conte's bottom line.

Conte felt that he had to stand up immediately.

Otherwise, these players don't know what tricks they will do secretly.

Conte glanced at Candreva, who was still unconvinced, and made a plan.

"Hey, that kid wearing number 29, what's your name?"

Conte pointed to Ye Chen and asked.

When he said this, he deliberately spoke English, because Ye Chen also spoke English with him before.

Conte has stayed at Chelsea for several years, and English is naturally not a problem.

Ye Chen didn't expect that Conte would suddenly ask himself, and immediately stood up with a jolt.

"My name is Ye, and I belong to the Inter Milan youth team."

"Okay, Ye," Conte looked at Ye, "Chivu recommended him, right? He said there is a player in the youth team who can play well on the wing, and it should be you."

Conte walked to Ye Chen's side and put his hands heavily on his shoulders.

"In the second half, you go to the right. As soon as the game starts, I will replace Candreva and replace you. Get ready."

Ye Chen: "???"

What, this is about to start the Serie A debut?

Ye Chen wasn't even ready, even the leg guards were still in the bag.

He never thought of being able to play at all, and it was still in such an important game against Rome!

Ye Chen, whose body was trembling with excitement, had a blank mind!

This is Serie A.

He hurriedly took out the shin guards from the bag in the locker room, and put them on in a hurry.

Candreva was stunned, unable to believe what he heard with his own ears.

He was not injured or sick, but was replaced by a teenage youth team player, and he was replaced at halftime!

As soon as the generals heard it, they immediately understood what was going on.

Candreva did swell.

Other players, who have been in the top league for so many years, can master all kinds of skills.

Conte's move is obviously a show of prestige.

The main winger of the Italian national team was replaced with a youth player who had never played for the first team, in order to tell everyone who was the boss of the team.

Candreva was unwilling, he rushed to Conte and said angrily:

"Coach, I only played halftime, why should I be replaced?"

He pointed at Ye Chen, a little anxiously:

"Who is this kid? He hasn't practiced with us before, so his performance is better than mine!"

Conte sneered, turned and walked out of the locker room without looking at him.

"In Inter Milan, no one is the main force, and no one can't be replaced. If you don't play well, the youth team can take your place!"