Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

San Siro Stadium, home team locker room.

The captain, Romagnoli, walked in angrily and applied an ice pack to his chapped temples.

"Damn it, this guy Ye Chen shot me on the head, if he misses it a bit, I'll be disfigured!"

Teammate Leo suddenly said: "If Ye Chen's shot is a little bit more off, you won't be able to stand and talk."

Romagnoli glared at the black striker.

"Leo, ask yourself, what did you play in the first half!"

"You brought the ball to the penalty area, but you couldn't pass the ball in, and you didn't dare to pass it. Didn't you wake up today!"

Leo was a little unconvinced, but he didn't dare to quarrel with Milan captain openly in front of his teammates.

He simply sat in his seat, gulping down his sports drink.

Giampaolo looked at them both coldly.

The coach doesn't like to meddle in internal disputes between players.

But he felt that it was necessary for him to alert his disciples.

"Boys, wake up, you are playing Milan Derby, Milan Derby!"

"In the history of Italian football, there is no match more important than the Milan derby, the supreme match!"

He stepped forward and snatched the sports drink bottle from Leo's hand, and knocked on the tactical board with a "dang bang bang".

"I know, you are surprised by the sudden appearance of that Chinese man! That's right, I was also surprised!"

"The entire Inter Milan team, let us release a smoke bomb that smells worse than mole farts!"

Hearing this, several Milan players gritted their teeth!

"Conte, an old fox, changed the starting lineup 10 minutes before the opening, and he can do such a despicable move!"

"Fortunately, we also practiced a week of close marking Lukaku, but it was all in vain, and Ye Chen scored the goal!"

"I'm just wondering, are the editors of Gazzetta dello Sport and Gazzetta dello Sport all fools? I don't know where they got the fake news, and they even said they got inside information, swearing that Ye Chen will hurt more than one person." Yue, you played us all!"

"I didn't say that, if Ye Chen wasn't on the court today, we would have been able to attack boldly in the first half. Not only would we not have conceded the ball, but we would definitely be leading now!"

Seeing the chatter in the locker room, Giampaolo shook his head in disappointment and had to cheer up the players:

"Boys, can you have some ambition! Ye Chen is nothing, Inter Milan is not his team alone, we have 11 people on the field, are you afraid that he will fail, you..."

Giampaolo suddenly paused and looked at Casey.

"Kathy, what did you just say?"

"Huh?" Casey was taken aback, "I said, we may be leading, not Inter Milan."

"What did you say in the previous sentence?"

"If Ye Chen is not on the court."

Giampaolo nodded and fell into silence.

When the players saw the coach who was speaking generously just now, they suddenly fell silent and stared at him, not knowing what was wrong.

"What is he thinking?" Leo lowered his voice and asked Biglia beside him.

"I don't know, maybe I thought of a plan to make a comeback in the second half."

The elegant look disappeared from James Paul's face, and a murderous look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He will show the tactical board of the Inter Milan formation and place it in front of the players.

"In the second half, let's do this!"

Giampaolo drew a cross on Ye Chen's name on the white tactical board with a thick carbonic acid pen.

The players looked at each other.

This x symbol is not a symbol that can be easily used in Italy.

"Boss, are you going to kill him?" Leo asked cautiously.

Giampaolo smiled coldly, "It can be said that, but it is tactical, kill him!"

……

In the second half, neither side made tactical adjustments.

For Inter Milan, although Conte was dissatisfied with the team's performance in the first half, but because he only had these cards at hand, he stayed put for the time being.

But the opening of the second half was just a few minutes.

Ye Chen felt a strange situation.

No matter where he goes, AC Milan's midfielder Biglia is always close to him, inseparable.

Ye Chen attacked and pulled to the side on the right.

Biglia followed.

Ye Chen defended, recovered the middle circle of the road, and Biglia followed.

When AC Milan sent an offensive corner kick, Biglia didn't go to the penalty area to fight for the top, but followed Ye Chen and dangled outside the penalty area.

Even when the ball was dead, Ye Chen went to the side bench to ask for water, and Biglia followed him!

"Hey, Argentine, what are you doing following Ye Chen's ass all the time?"

Inter Milan's third goalkeeper Berni looked at Biglia and threw him a bottle of water.

"Thank you," Biglia said with a smile after taking two sips, "It's just man-marking tactics, not surprising!"

Ye Chen looked at the strange uncle behind him, and looked at himself with a strange smile.

There was a strange color in his eyes.

He trembled suddenly, drank the water in a hurry, and ran back.

If it was just a close guard, Ye Chen wouldn't take it to heart.

Many players have experienced such treatment.

For example, Messi, every game, at least one player is next to him, sometimes even two!

But what happened next made all Inter Milan players, including Ye Chen, break out in a cold sweat!

Just as Ye Chen received the ball from the right, Biglia stepped heavily on his heels from behind!

"I go!"

Ye Chen staggered, stumbled, barely controlled the ball.

Just as he was about to pass the ball, a black shadow suddenly appeared!

With a sliding shovel, Casey turned Ye Chen over!

It's fine if it's just shoveling people.

This time, Casey lighted up the studs on purpose and kicked heavily on Ye Chen's ankle!

"what!"

Ye Chen screamed and lay down on the grass, clutching his ankles.

Varela stood very close, and he could clearly see that Ye Chen's ankle was severely deformed by Casey's sneakers!

Casey is wearing sg sneakers with metal studs!

Varela was in a hurry, he rushed over and pushed Casey.

"Damn it, are you playing football or people!"

Casey's attitude was very good. He folded his hands and raised his arms upwards in a gesture of surrender, with an apologetic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the venue is a bit slippery, I really confiscated it, I didn't mean it!"

Although Casey said so, but seeing Ye Chen moaning in pain while clutching his ankle on the ground, he was very happy.

What James Paul said about killing Ye Chen tactically was actually a leaf-cutting tactic!

Through vicious fouls, Ye Chen was hurt at the cost of getting a card!

The referee came over and showed Casey a yellow card!

The referee looked at the ground, where there was a deep shovel mark that had been dug out of the soil. Without thinking about it, he knew how fierce Casey rushed over.

"Inter Milan's team doctor come on the field!" The referee called to the sidelines.

"Go and see Ye Chen, hurry up!" Conte pushed the team doctor, almost overthrowing him!

Ye Chen is the core figure of the team, so don't get hurt.

Brozovic is injured, Sensi is also injured.

If Ye Chen gets injured again, Conte will really have no cards in his hand.

"Well……"

Ye Chen lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Beads of sweat burst from his forehead and flowed into his eyes.

He really hurts!

The steel nails, like shovels, swept across his ankles.

Almost dived into his flesh.

The skin trauma is second.

If the ankle is twisted, it is a serious injury to the muscles and bones!

As light as a month, as slow as three months.

This is miserable!