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In the Huaxia Sports studio, Duan Xuan and Xu Yang both slapped the table!

The two were amazed by this goal

, especially the former professional player Xu Yang, who blew Lukaku into the sky.

"We saw that after Lukaku scored the goal, his expression was very calm, and his face even had indifference!"

"He just glanced at the ball in the goal, did not celebrate, turned around and walked back, it seems that this goal is just a simple thing for him, there is nothing to celebrate!"

But from a professional point of view, I can responsibly tell you that this goal, on the surface, is an accident, the ball path has changed several times, and it is uncertain, but it is Lukaku's forward attributes that make him stand in the best position!"

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

Small box killers like Van Nistelrooy have such assassin attributes, and today's Lukaku is no exception

!" "This is talent, some players, as soon as they stand in the box, the ball will automatically suck up, they are born to score!"

Romelu Lukaku was surrounded by team-mates pouring in from all directions.

"Pretty, I know it's you again

!" "Natural killer, love you buddy

!" "Kill Cagliari, go in another one

!" "Haha, fox of the forbidden area!" Lukaku

was surrounded by his teammates, frozen in place, not yet figuring out what was going on.

How did you score yourself

? When did you score?

Until the big screen of the stadium began to play back the picture of Romelu Lukaku's goal.

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

"Pretty!"

Lukaku came back to his senses, roaring, his face flushed.

"The assist is beautiful

, Ye!" he said to Ye Chen, his face grimly making a shooting motion.

"Perfect make-up shot, Lukaku!" Ye

Chen was so excited that he shot back with the same move.

He looked at his shot, and there were twists and turns.

At the moment when the goalpost turned the football away, Ye Chen also held his head regretfully.

"What a good opportunity, just a little, actually didn't enter, it's a pity..."

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

Accurately judged the path of the ball, did not even need to move, and put the ball in place, and shot the ball into the goal!

This big black buddy, there are really two strokes!



Lukaku and Ye Chen celebrate the goal

"cough," Lukaku stepped forward and hugged Ye Chen, "The young man is good, if you have the opportunity, you will shoot boldly, even if you can't score, I will make up the shot in the best position, well, we are born to be partners!"

On the sidelines, Conte looked a little anxious.

He signaled for the Inter team doctor to hurry up and shouted at the referee:

"Referee, we have someone injured, go take a look!"

After Romelu Lukaku's goal, Brozovic, who was lying on the ground, immediately raised his head when he heard the cheers of the Inter fans accompanying the team.

"Groove, scored again!"

he struggled to get up, trying to run over to celebrate with his teammates.

But before he could step twice, the huge pain in his waist hit again.

Brozovic stumbled and lay on the ground again

! Na England's sinister foul escaped the referee's eyes, but caused great damage to Brozovic's

waist! The Croatian covered his waist, motionless, squinting and panting.

He didn't seem to be hurt lightly, not like he deliberately didn't get up to put pressure on the referee.

"Where did it hurt and how do you feel about yourself?" the Inter team doctor came running with a medical kit and crouched down to observe.

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

After the team doctor's examination, he took out the ice spray in the medical kit and sprayed it towards Brozovic's waist.

"Swish~"

The cold spray burrowed into his waist.

Ice spray is a regular medicine for team doctors, mainly to relieve the pain of team members.

Sometimes, players just get hurt, but it's not a big deal.

Applying a feeling of freezing can suppress the pain, just take it slowly.

But this time, the spray didn't work for Brozovic.

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

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

Inter players gathered around.

They were very concerned about the injuries of the commander of the team.



team doctor was examining Brozovic's injuries

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

Ye, I'll withdraw first, you talk to a few brothers, you must get Lao Tzu back!"

Ye Chen frowned.

He got up and looked at Na Ying, who was not far away.

The former Inter player looked at them with a smug look.

That look seems to say, even if you win in Cagliari, I won't let you go back to Milan happy!

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

"

Croats, get out of our Italy

!" "Good job Na England, give them a little midfield hardness

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

Conte glanced at the bench.

The players on the bench all looked up at Conte.

Meet his gaze expectantly.

The players knew that Brozovic would definitely not be able to keep going.

Who's going to be replaced? They all wish it was themselves!

There was only one person who kept his head down and didn't look at Conte.

Candereva.

The veteran, knowing that he had run into trouble last game, had stunned the manager.

Now I don't expect Conte to use him.

If you don't get it right, you have long been banned in Conte's heart, and this season has become a veritable abandonment!

However.

Conte's gaze stayed on Candreva.

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

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

Achieve the effect of Enwei and Grace.

This is the art of using people that Conte has realized as a big manager.

The purpose is to tell him that I need you to help me, but only if you listen to my command

!" Candreva," Conte pointed at him and said coldly, "Hurry up and get ready to play!"

Got

you right? On Candreva

? Can this guy get into Conte's eyes again?

Candreva was also shocked.

He couldn't believe his ears and thought he had misheard.

"Are you changing me?" Candereva looked hesitant, and asked Uncle Bei beside him for confirmation.

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

Overjoyed, Candreva took off his yellow substitute vest and walked happily to Conte's side.

"You do this, in the last ten minutes, we test a new way of playing," Conte put his arm around Candreva by the shoulders and whispered to him, "Change 343, you play on the right wing, together with Lautaro and Lukaku, form a three-striker!"