[Football] Prince and Prince

Every time he stepped into San Siro (Meazza), the stadium known as the "rotten vegetable field", Redondo, who was used to the top stadiums in La Liga, felt a little palpitating.In the past few years, because of the dedicated medical team arranged by Zhu Xu, his body has been maintained in good condition, but what Zhu Xu told about Milan's career is too exaggerated.

Can't play football for more than two years?Serious injury that had to be treated with hormones?Being ridiculed for having the same body shape as a bear after recovering from injury?Anything makes (always like to be smug?) him extremely unhappy!Although the way he dribbled the ball and the position he was in was indeed vulnerable since he started playing football... But to that point it should be due to age and mood, right?Generally, the psychological adjustment ability of veteran players is actually very good...

"Daili has a lot of handsome guys~~hehehe~~" Lei Dongduo, who lowered his head and thought, found that his eyes turned to the next team from time to time, and he knew that Zhu Xu was starting to convulse again.The opponents queuing up before the game, a few good-looking young people noticed the eyes cast by Redondo, and it didn't take long for them to feel terrified. Why is this senior's eyes so penetrating?

... This stinky, shameless and fat brat!

"Brother Dong, you don't know. In recent years, Italy has been considered a standard male model team. Back then, we all knew that if we wanted to see handsome guys, we should look at AC Milan, but the looks of AC Milan players left me speechless! That's simply Concentration camp for ugly people! If you want to find comfort, you can just watch those black and hard guys in Milan—"

Redondo clenched his fists silently, he didn't understand why this kid like Mao was always full of affection for superstars and handsome guys!He always goes around dying without a long memory, and sometimes he can't help but feel that this brat will always be beaten in his decades of life!

Look at this funny kid who has been with him for many years, and look at Luo Er who has a tendency to be ugly and Guti who looks arrogant... He really agrees with Zhu Xu's words; Fresh, now everyone is not at ease. . .

Redondo turned his head with a livid face, "Are they provocative?" Standing in front of him, the captain who felt the strange eyes on the other side looked back at him unkindly, "No, I'm just a little bored." Redondo forced out With a smile to appease Maldini, Inzaghi, who was standing behind him, leaned over his head, embraced him with both hands, and put his chin on Redondo's shoulder.Blinking at Maldini, "Captain, when you see someone young, you will miss his little lover~~ I can understand~~"

little lover! ?Following Zhu Xu's snort from the inner world, Lei Dongdo's last nerve to maintain his sanity was broken by the stupid appearance of rolling and laughing wildly.

(This is the standard goat that gets all pissed off without eating it...)

"Little lover?" Redondo repeated, then smiled gracefully.Zhu Xu's arrogant teasing sound was all stuck deep in his throat, and he looked at Lei Dongdo with fear at this moment, laughing like a lily. . .

The players who had been standing in the aisle waiting to play all took a step back, and the inexplicable chill made the space quiet.

Redondo gracefully and slowly looked at Inzaghi, who took a step back and froze on the spot, smiled, and said lightly: "Actually, you are more to my liking than a little boy." Before he finished speaking, Inzaghi had already Like a furry fox jumping up, dodging to the back of the team and using the tall goalkeeper to hide tightly——

Nima!It doesn't look like a joke at all!

Sheva, who was lined up behind Inzaghi, had black hair. Seeing Redondo standing there without changing his expression, Maldini turned around with twitching corners of his eyes, and scolded Inzaghi for his lack of eyesight; It's all black and white - and to mess with him, isn't it self-inflicted!

To not erupt in silence is to die in silence.

Naturally, Redondo would not fight to the death with his teammates. In silence, he began to explode on the court.Italy pays attention to defensive instincts. The defense led by Maldini and Nesta can be said to be reinforced concrete. Redondo does not need to pay equal attention to offense and defense like in Real Madrid. The ex-captain of Real Madrid who is only focused on organization is terrifying...

Still handling the ball as smoothly as before, but speeding up the frequency of offense, so elegant, like a swan dancing on ice.When controlling the rhythm, he moves forward and backward, but it makes the opponent unable to touch the north, especially because he is used to bringing the ball very close to his legs, so that the defensive player cannot steal the ball (foul if he stretches his foot)——

Under Redondo's interference, the opponent's defense frequently appeared loopholes, allowing Redondo to pass the ball to Sheva in front again and again.Inzaghi's reaction speed is indeed the fastest in the world, and Redondo is not only good at passing the ball. At the end of the first half, Redondo, who had been only controlling and passing the ball, suddenly got up in front of the opponent's penalty area. With a cold shot, the goalkeeper hastily reacted and blocked the ball, but their defender's reaction speed was half a beat slower than that of Inzaghi next to him, and he fell to the ground and shoveled the bounced ball into the goal.

The excitement of scoring the goal made Master Jiu forget the fact that he offended someone earlier, and jumped directly on Redondo, until Redondo bit his face unceremoniously, and he was so stiff that he finally understood...Ni Ma!Get fucked!

The scene was becoming more and more heated at this time. The performances of the players on both sides were quite outstanding, and there were cheers in the stands one after another—because of someone's secret explosion, the performance of the players of the two teams reached a very high level. . .

Off the court, AC Milan's substitutes admired the five-body throw of the Real Madrid senior. He showed aura and wisdom with every kick. Like a nobleman, he raised his head and took the ball, and then sent the ball to The most reasonable position, forcing the opponent to nowhere to go but not running around the field and shoveling desperately like ordinary midfielders.