Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

In the Huaxia Sports studio, Duan Xuan and Xu Yang patted the table together!

The two were amazed by this goal!

Especially Xu Yang, a former professional player, blew Lukaku into the sky.

"We saw that after Lukaku scored a goal, his expression was very calm, even indifferent!"

"He just glanced at the ball in the goal and didn't celebrate much. He turned around and walked back. It seems that this goal is just a simple thing for him, and there is nothing to celebrate!"

"But from a professional point of view, I can tell you responsibly that this goal, on the surface, was an accident, with several changes in the path of the ball, which is unpredictable, but it is Lukaku's forward attributes that make him stand in the best position." position!"

"That's right," Duan Xuan also nodded frequently, and said excitedly: "This is the characteristic of a restricted area killer, always appearing in the most reasonable position at the most reasonable time!"

"Inzaghi and Ruud van Nistelrooy all have such assassin attributes, and today's Lukaku is no exception!"

"This is talent. Some players, once they stand in the penalty area, the ball will automatically suck in. They are born to score goals!"

……

Lukaku was surrounded by teammates pouring in from all directions.

"Pretty, I knew it was you again!"

"A born killer, I love you to death buddy!"

"Damn Cagliari, get another one!"

"Haha, the fox in the restricted area!"

Surrounded by his teammates, Lukaku froze in place, still not figuring out what was going on.

Why did you score the goal yourself?

When did you enter?

Until the big screen in the stadium began to replay the picture of Lukaku's goal.

After Lukaku watched Ye Chen shoot the goal, the football went through several twists and turns, and finally hit his head and bounced into the goal!

His eyes widened wider and wider.

"Pretty!"

Lukaku came back to his senses, roared, and the beard surged on his face.

"Beautiful assist, Ye!"

He aimed and shot at Ye Chen with a cold face.

"Perfect follow-up, Lukaku!"

Ye Chen was so excited that he used the same movement to fight back.

He watched his shot with his own eyes, twists and turns.

Ye Chen hugged his head regretfully at the moment when the football was rejected by the goal post.

"What a great opportunity, but it was so close that I didn't get in. It's a pity..."

I missed the chance to score twice.

But Ye Chen did not expect that Lukaku actually appeared in a key position.

After accurately judging the path of the ball, he didn't even need to move, just stayed in place, and just shot the ball into the goal!

Help Inter Milan lead 3-1 away.

This big black buddy is really clever!

"Ahem," Lukaku stepped forward to hug Ye Chen, "Young man is good, shoot boldly when you have the chance, even if you don't score, I will make up shots from the best position, good job, we are born to be partners! "

On the sidelines, Conte seemed a little anxious.

He signaled the Inter Milan team doctor to enter the field quickly, and then shouted at the referee:

"Referee, someone is injured, go and have a look!"

Brozovic, lying near the center circle.

After Lukaku scored, Brozovic, who was lying on the ground, immediately raised his head when he heard the cheers of the Inter Milan fans who were traveling with the team.

"Fuck, another goal!"

He struggled to his feet and wanted to run to celebrate with his teammates.

But before taking two steps, the huge pain in the waist hit again.

Brozovic staggered and lay on the ground again!

Na England's insidious foul escaped the referee's eyes, but caused huge damage to Brozovic's waist!

The Croatian clutched his waist, remained motionless, squinted his eyes, and panted heavily.

He didn't look like he was seriously injured, and it didn't look like he didn't get up on purpose to put pressure on the referee.

"Where is the injury, how do you feel about yourself?" The Inter Milan team doctor came with a medical kit and squatted down to observe.

"The waist seems to be broken, hiss..." Brozovic grinned.

After the team doctor checked, he took out the ice spray in the medicine box and sprayed it towards Brozovic's waist.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

The cold spray penetrated into his waist.

Ice spray is a regular drug for the team doctor, mainly to relieve the pain of the players.

Sometimes, players just suffer minor injuries, but there is nothing serious about them.

Applying a freezing sensation can suppress the pain, and it will be fine slowly.

But this time, the spray had no effect on Brozovic.

He slowly tried to move his waist, and immediately made a gesture to the team doctor for a substitution.

"I can't stand it, I can't hold on anymore!"

The players of Inter Milan gathered around.

They are very concerned about the injury of the commander in this team.

Ye Chen squatted on the ground, "Why is it so serious, are you okay?"

"That bastard, Na England, deliberately messed with me," Brozovic said fiercely in his eyes, "Ye, I'm going to withdraw first, you talk to a few brothers, and I must get it back for me!"

Ye Chen frowned.

He stood up and met Na Engel's eyes not far away.

The former Inter Milan player looked at them proudly.

That look seems to say, even if you win in Cagliari, I will not let you go back to Milan happily!

At least a black sweat!

"Na England did it, the big guy will return it to him!"

After hearing Ye Chen's words, several teammates all stared at Na England.

There was a murderous look in his eyes!

Brozovic was carried off on a stretcher, booed by Cagliari fans along the way.

"What are you pretending, you just want to delay the time!"

"Croats, get out of our Italy!"

"Great job Naenglan, give them some toughness in midfield!"

"Their midfield commander has gone down, there is still time in the game, and our chance has come!"

Conte glanced at the bench.

The players on the bench all looked up at Conte.

He met his gaze expectantly.

The players know that Brozovic will definitely not be able to persist in the game.

Who will be replaced?I hope it's me!

Only one person lowered his head and did not look at Conte.

Candreva.

This veteran, knowing that he got into trouble in the last game, hated the head coach.

Don't expect Conte to use him at all now.

Maybe, I have already been blocked in Conte's heart, and this season has become a veritable abandoned player!

Therefore, Candreva didn't bother to look at Conte.

however.

Conte's gaze stayed on Candreva.

The wing veteran last season has not played since he played against Conte in the last game against Roma.

With 10 minutes left in the game, Conte decided to give the veteran a chance.

To achieve the effect of both grace and power.

This is the art of employing people that Conte realized as the head coach of a wealthy family.

The purpose is to tell him that I need you to help me, but the premise is that you have to obey my command!

"Candreva," Conte said coldly, pointing at him, "get ready to play!"

The eyes of the bench all looked at Candreva.

Did you hear us right?

Upper Candreva?

Can this guy get into Conte's eyes again?

Candreva also looked shocked.

He couldn't believe his ears and thought he had heard it wrong.

"Do you want to change me?" Candreva hesitated, and asked Uncle Bei beside him for confirmation.

"It's you, hurry up, don't be silly!" Uncle Bei smiled and pushed him.

Candreva was overjoyed, took off his yellow substitute vest, and walked up to Conte cheerfully.

"You are like this. In the last 10 minutes, we will try a new style of play," Conte put his arm around Candreva's shoulders and whispered to him. Together, form a front three!"

"We're going to score them another goal!"