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

San Siro Stadium, inside the home team's dressing room.



captain Romagnoli walked in angrily, applying ice packs to his grubbed temples.

"Damn, Ye Chen, this kid shot at my head, if I deflect a little more, I will break my phase!" teammate

Leo said coldly: "If Ye Chen's shot is a little more deflected, you can't stand and talk."

Romagnoli glared at the black striker.

"Leo, ask yourself, what

did you play in the first half!" "You took the ball to the box, the pass couldn't go in, and you didn't dare to pass it, didn't you wake up today!" Leo

was a little unconvinced, but did not dare to openly quarrel with the Milan captain in front of his teammates.

He sat down in his seat and gulped down sports drinks to relieve his tired body.

James Paul 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, sober up, you're playing

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

He stepped forward and grabbed the sports drink bottle in Leo's hand, "bell bell" knocking on the tactical board.

"I know, you are surprised by the sudden appearance of that Chinese man! Yes, Lao Tzu was also taken aback

!" "The whole Inter team, put us a smoke bomb that smells worse than a mole fart

!" Hearing this, several Milan players crunched their teeth

!" "Conte, this old fox, changed the starting list ten minutes before the opening, such a despicable move is what he can do!"

Thanks to the fact that we also practiced for a week to keep an eye on Lukaku, the result was all in vain, or let Ye Chen score!"

"I wondered, are the editors of "Milano Sport Newspaper" and "Turin Sports Newspaper" all fools?

It's not me who said, if Ye Chen wasn't there today, we would be able to boldly press out in the first half to attack, not only would we not lose the ball, but the lead at this time would definitely be us

!" Zhan Paul saw the chatter in the dressing room, all discussing Ye Chen's bizarre appearance, shook his head in disappointment, and had to cheer up the players:

"Young man, can you have some ambition!" What's wrong with one Ye Chen, Inter is not his team alone, we have 11 people on the field, are you afraid that he will not succeed, you..."

Jampaul suddenly paused and looked at Casey.

"Casey, what did you say just now

?" "Well?" "I said, the lead may be us, not Inter." "

What did you say before?"

"If Ye Chen wasn't on the field."

Jampaul nodded and fell into silence.

When the players saw the manager who had just spoken generously, they suddenly stopped making a sound, and they all stared at him, not knowing what was wrong.

"What was he thinking?" asked Biglia next to him as he lowered his voice.

"I don't know, maybe I thought of a strategy to turn around in the second half.

On Jampaul's face, the elegant expression disappeared, and his eyes gradually revealed a murderous aura.

He will show the tactical board of Inter's formation and put it in front of the players.

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

Zhan Paul used a thick carbonated pen to draw a cross on Ye Chen's name on the white tactical board.

The players looked at each other.

This X symbol, in Italy, is not an easy symbol to use.

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

James Paul smiled coldly, "So to speak, but, tactically, kill him!"

In the second half, there were no tactical adjustments on either side.

On the Inter side, although Conte was dissatisfied with the team's performance in the first half, he was limited by only these cards on hand, so he stood still for the time being.

But the second half opened just a few minutes.

Ye Chen felt a strange situation.

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

Ye Chen attacked, pulling the side on the right side.

Biglia followed.

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

When AC Milan sent an attacking corner, Biglia did not go to the box to compete for the top, but followed Ye Chen and dangled outside the box.

Even between the dead balls, Ye Chen went to the bench on the sidelines to ask for

water, and Biglia followed him! "Hey, Argentinian, what are you doing behind Ye Chen's ass

?" Inter third goalkeeper Berni looked at Biglia and threw him a bottle of water.

"Thank you," Biglia took two sips and said with a smile, "It's not strange to stare at people's tactics!"

Ye Chen looked at the strange uncle behind him, looking at himself strangely and smiling.

There was a strange color in his eyes.

He suddenly snorted, hurriedly drank the water, and ran back.

If it was just a close watch, Ye Chen would not pay attention to it.

A lot of players have experienced such treatment.

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

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

! Ye Chen just received the ball on the right side, and Bigliazi stepped heavily on his heel behind him!

"I'll go!" Ye

Chen stumbled, stumbled, and barely controlled the ball.

Just wanted to pass the ball out, a black shadow flashed

! Casey made a sliding shovel and turned Ye Chen over!

This time, Casey deliberately lit up the studs and stomped heavily on Ye Chen's ankles!"Ah

!" Ye

Chen screamed, lying on the grass, covering his ankles.



In order to strengthen the grip, some players will wear SG sneakers mixed with metal spikes, and the cold and shiny part of the picture is metal spikes

Barrera standing very close, he clearly saw that Ye Chen's ankles were seriously deformed by Casey's sneaker shovel!

Casey was wearing SG sneakers with metal spikes!

Barrera was anxious, and he rushed over to push and shove Casey.

"Damn, are you kicking a ball or a kick!"

Casey had a good attitude, his hands folded up, and he made a gesture of surrender with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, the venue is a little slippery, I really didn't hold it, I didn't mean it!" Although Casey

said this, he felt good in his heart when he saw Ye Chen moaning in pain while covering his ankle on the ground.

What Paul Jen said about letting Ye Chen die tactically is actually a leaf cutting tactic

! Through a fierce foul, he will not hesitate to hurt Ye Chen at the cost of taking cards

! The referee came over and showed Casey a yellow card warning! The referee

looked at the ground, deep a slip mark of dirt turned out, without thinking, he also knew how fierce Casey rushed over.

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

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

Brozovic is injured, Sensi is also injured.

If Ye Chen was injured again, Conte would really have no cards in his hand.

"Hmm..."

Ye Chen lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Beads of sweat, the size of beans, came out of his forehead and flowed into his eyes.

The

steel nails, like a shovel, swept across his ankle.

Almost diving into his flesh.

This skin trauma is secondary.

If the ankle is twisted, it is a serious injury!

a month for a light and three months for a slow one.

This is miserable!