Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Donnarumma is angry Donnarumma is

a goalkeeper with high self-esteem.

In the game, as long as he has lost the ball, he will rush to the net as soon as possible, take the ball out, and then face a big foot in the center circle to vent his dissatisfaction.

However, at this time, Donnarumma did not go to hold the ball, but stood up and faced the central defender Romani, opening his mouth and yelling:

"What the hell are you doing, you know to retreat, you are about to retreat to the small penalty area, so close to Ye Chen to shoot, I still pounce!"

I don't retreat how to do it, as soon as I grab it, I can only retreat, I think that Ye Chen's little actually suddenly stepped on the ball, it is a big spectrum...

Meazza stadium bathroom.

Uncle Rebino, a fan, is booing in the bathroom.

In order to avoid excessive congestion in the bathroom at halftime, he used to leave the field early about two minutes before the end of the halftime.

In the bathroom, there were many fans like him, who left their seats during game time.

"Hey, what do you think of today's game?"

a fan he didn't know came up to Rebino's side, zipped his pants and chatted casually.

"Very good, Ye Chen scored the goal, Ibrahimovic was also by Bastoni, very satisfied with the game. Rebino smiled.

"Yes, we have the upper hand, it seems that there is no problem in winning the six-point battle of the Milan derby. "

Can't say that," Rebino's expression became serious, and he warned the fans around him in the tone of a person who came over, "The score of 1-0 is not safe at all, well, if AC Milan scores in the second half, the two sides will run the same line together, don't be careless..."

As he spoke, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the stadium, which resounded to the sky!

Rebino and the fans around him looked at each other.

The two men made the same action -

the zipper of the pants was not pulled, the ball rushed out of the bathroom and rushed to the stands! They knew that this rumbling sound was the sound of the fans jumping in the stands!

Rebino ran into the stadium while pulling the zipper of his pants, accidentally stuck the egg

, and

cursed in pain: "Damn, you score a goal as soon as I pee, what the hell!"

After he grinned and straightened his pants, the familiar picture came into view again -

Ye Chen faced the fans in the North Stand, holding up Little Jamie's No. 10 shirt!

Milan Central Hospital.

Little Jamie's hospital room.

Professor Cuomo of the hospital's cancer center knocked on the door of the ward.

"Professor Cuomo, you're here.

Jamie's mother, Karin, rubbed her tired, dry eyes and stood up.

Professor Como is a director of the Italian Association for Cancer Therapy and is an authority on cancer treatment in Italy and even throughout Europe, with many professional papers and clinical experience.

Cuomo's face was grim and his tone was low.

"Ms. Karin, your son's routine blood test sheet is out today.

"What about the indicators?" Although Karin knew little Jamie's situation, she still had a little hope in her heart.

"I'm sorry Ms. Karin, Jamie's indicators continue to deteriorate," Cuomo pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, pushed his forehead up, and looked at the data on the test sheet

, "The patient's platelets and hemoglobin are falling rapidly, especially white blood cells, the data is far lower than the indicators he was admitted to the hospital a month ago, which naturally has the effect of chemotherapy, but this change is a little unexpected, and the situation is accelerating in a bad direction..."

In the hallway, a nurse pushes a cart containing medical waste.

Passing by the door of Little Jamie's room, she deliberately glanced at the glass on the door.

I saw Karin covering her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking violently up and down.

Professor Cuomo held the test sheet in one hand and patted Karin on the shoulder with the other, as if to comfort her.

"Poor mom, poor little Jamie, alas. The nurse sighed and pushed the cart away.

Professor Cuomo checked the sleeping Jamie's body, and then explained to Karin the time of the next chemotherapy treatment, telling her that Jamie was in danger at any time and must stay by his son's side at all times and never leave for a moment.

"Jamie, did you see it, the goal is dedicated to you, Inter's No. 10, Jamie!" The

originally whispered TV, because Ye Chen roared at the camera, suddenly emitted a loud volume!

Professor Koeman was stunned, only to find that the TV was playing the Milan derby.

He reproached Karin in a stern tone:

"Didn't I tell you, Jamie needs to rest more, can't watch the fierce ball game, this time caused his mood swings, why don't you stop talking to the doctor!" Karin

gently glanced at Jamie in her sleep, leaned over and kissed his pale cheek.

"Let him watch it Professor, Jamie may never get a chance to go to Meazza to watch the game, let him watch it in his dreams."

Professor Cuomo took a deep breath and slowly spat out.

He glanced down at Jamie's test sheet, placed it on Jamie's nightstand, and left.

Karin picked up Jamie's test sheet, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it in the trash.

【White blood cell content】【Platelet content】【Hemoglobin concentration】......

She didn't want to look at these icy indicators.

These numbers, as if they were demons, held little Jamie's life hostage, and carried him step by step to the abyss of death.

Karin pulled her hand deep under Jamie, and slowly pulled out the number 29 shirt that Julia had given Jamie.

Little Jamie did not dare to tell her for fear of her mother's scolding, and kept hiding his jersey under his ass.

As a mother, Karin found out long ago, just didn't say it.

She folded Ye Chen's jersey neatly and placed it next to Jamie's head.

Listening to the bald son make an even breathing sound, he slept very sweetly. , there was even a faint smile on his face.

Karin burst into tears, she wished it was herself, not her son, who was sick...

Meazza Stadium dressing room.

Two goals ahead, Inter players with high morale and red faces.

Ye Chen twice raised Jamie's No. 10 jersey in front of all the fans, so that after 45 minutes of playing by his teammates, he was still full of physical strength and showed no signs of fatigue.

Not even a single person was sitting, all standing and drinking water.

"Brothers, little Jamie is watching our live broadcast in the hospital now, he must be very happy, I can think of his cute appearance of laughing happily

!" "We did a good job, very good, completely suppressed the opponent offensively, which is a direct reflection of the strength of the two teams!"

Also, although we are two goals ahead, please remember that we must not be conservative, because AC Milan's players have no way back, they will definitely come out in the second half and redeem themselves with goals

!" "What we have to do is not to resist their counterattack, but to continue to attack, 3-0, 4-0, 5-0 to repel their desire to fight back!"

"To deal with the sworn enemies of the same city, we have to use a terrible scoreline, they doubt professional football, doubt their careers, there is nothing to negotiate, we have to do it cruelly!"

Lukaku first slammed the water bottle in his hand to the ground!

"Tear them apart, press on the ground

and rub, rub!" Just when Ye Chen delivered a passionate speech for the whole team, continuing to emphasize that the whole team should fight for little Jamie and encourage this little life to fight the disease tenaciously.

Lautaro sat quietly in the corner, with his back to everyone, writing something step by step on a short-sleeved underneath.

Until Ye Chen's speech was over, Lautaro finally wrote it and put the bottom short sleeves on his body.

The 23-year-old Argentine boy hides a hint of killer ruthlessness in his calm eyes.