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At 20:45 on April 5, AC Milan vs Real Madrid, the 4th final of the Champions League, the first leg started in San Siro.

Zhu Xu stood on the green field, and the tasks in the dream system were still there, and Mourinho's advice was also in his ears. [.br/>When Mourinho said that he started, he found Uncle Bird privately and finally told the fact that he might be in poor condition.

He felt very distressed at 500 points, but he was even more worried about losing Real Madrid's tenth championship.

Mourinho told him: "Football is a 11-man sport. You have to remember that you are not alone and learn to rely on your teammates, especially when you are not in shape. You have to learn to win in difficulties. How can you know your state before you have played?"

Uncle Bird said: "If you are not in good condition, you can adjust it with goals, but no one will like too alone. Occasionally, everyone loves you and can tolerate it because you are their hope. But it is always like this. Over time, deep feelings will be wiped out. Without feelings, what is left is interests. At that time, if you want to control the locker room, you need means and support from senior management to suppress people with power. I think that won't be what you like. Learn to cooperate and learn to be tolerant in the game, and I will give you a chance."

Zhu Xu thought about him walking into the passage and Uncle Bird patted his shoulder: "I'll give you a chance to understand whether you love yourself more or the team, and you have more teammates. Real Madrid's tenth championship depends on you. There is nothing that cannot be overcome, you can't calm down, don't let me be disappointed with you."

Casillas told him: "The soul of the team is not to support a team alone, but to let the players gather around you, a voice in the locker room, not because you are high, but because you are among them, you have to remember that this is a whole."

The music started and Zhu Xu stepped into the San Siro Stadium!

Damn mission, I'm here!

Learn to rely on me. I am not alone, never. Zhu Xu turned around and saw his teammates around him. Suddenly he felt very relieved.

Football is a sport for 11 people.

Feeling Zhu Xu's gaze, Ozil turned his head: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Xu smiled: "No, I think it's so good for you to be there."

Ozil was stunned for a moment: "Okay, I will try my best to give you the ball later. I will come back after shooting, so don't worry."

Zhu Xu opened his mouth wide and turned to the other side.

Alonso sighed: "Okay, I understand, but if it really doesn't work, I won't give the ball. You should also have a count in your heart. The bonus is 350,000 euros, and you can eat a lot."

Alonso thinks it is better to put out the ultimate weapon first, and Zhu Xu, a little fan of Cai, will definitely take the bait.

When he dispersed, Mr. Luo also took a photo of him: "Be smarter, rub it in front of Milan when you have time."

Zhu Xu looked at his teammate, rubbed his nose, and said loudly: "I don't want you to treat you next week!"

The entire Real Madrid team rolled his eyes to Zhu Xu~

This game focused on the world's attention, and many commentators were signing up at this time.

Real Madrid

(4-2-3-1):1-Casillas (c)

17-Aberoa, 4-Sergio Ramos, 3-Pepe, 12-Marcelo

24-Hedila, 14-Have-Alonso

23-Zhu Xu, 10-Ozil, 7-Cristiano

9-Benzema).

AC Milan (4-3-1-2):32-Abiati

20-Abat, 13-Nesta, 33-Tiago Silva, 15-Mezba

22-Nocerino, 4-Van Bomer, 10-Siddorf (c)

27-Boaten

11-Ibrahimovic, 70-Robinho

"Both sides are the strongest lineups on stage. Sidorf and Boateng returned from injury, giving Milan a few more chances of winning."

There was a red and black color on the stands. 5,000 Real Madrid fans, against the 8W Milan fans, seemed weak and not unwilling to come, but the visiting team received 5,000 tickets. Nearly 2,000 Real Madrid fans without tickets were gathered at the gate of San Siro. They will be scattered to various bars belonging to Real Madrid fans' strongholds to watch the game.

In Serie A stadium, between the fan stands and the stadium, guardrails are erected or the stadium is built very high to prevent fans from rushing into the stadium!

As can be seen from the rules, their fans are very "enthusiastic".

In the stands, everyone had a crazy look on their faces, covering their ears and roaring wildly. The whole stadium was like a bird's nest of a robin. It was suddenly moved under the belly of a Boeing 7-4-7 that was taking off. In the noisy world, no one could hear clearly what the ferocious companions around were saying with their mouths wide open...

When the referee blew the whistle of the game, the court slowly calmed down.

Milan's commentary: "It is impossible to win in San Siro. Even if they claim that they have the best players in the world, in fact, there is nothing better than our players except for their salaries."

Carlos said: "We will win. We have the best players in the world. Milan players are not more than us, except for more age than us."

The neutral commentary is very objective: "Milan has the best defense, Nesta was the best central defender back then, and Silva was the same. They had Sidov and Boateng in the midfield, and Ibrahimovic and Robinho in the frontcourt. Real Madrid's lineup was not inferior. Under normal circumstances, Pepe had the number one-on-one number, Ramos turned around and said that there was no speed. Midfielders Alonso, Ozil, frontcourt: Cristiano, Zhu Xu, Benzema."

"Blessed fans, evenly matched battles are always full of excitement."

At the beginning of the game, Real Madrid did not choose a relatively stable defensive counterattack as expected before the game, but instead launched a stormy attack like a stormy wave!

Three minutes into the game, Ozil hit the middle, and Zhu Xu's right foot shot from the front of the penalty area on the left was blocked from the far corner by Abiati.

Amid the relief booing of Milan fans, Zhu Xu stomped his feet, damn it was no longer in shape.

Ozil looked at Zhu Xu with big eyes and accused silently that Zhu Xu wasted his assists.

Zhu Xu rolled his eyes to his friend, and this trick was useless to him.

After running to the middle, Zhu Xu quickly sorted out his state, his speed was not affected, his body strength should not be affected, and he should have no problem with his sense of balance.

The remaining shot rate has dropped significantly, and the dribbling is prone to problems, and it is difficult to pass, which means that the footwork skills should also be affected. Well, so the passing is also prone to errors.

Minute 7,

C Ronaldo took a free kick from the left, and Zhu Xu set sail at 5 meters away from the goal behind the back to update the ghost of the group pushed out and bounced the earth and over the beam.

Zhu Xu muttered: It turned out that the header was also affected...

When Cristiano walked back to his position, he rubbed Zhu Xu's head: "Don't be anxious~"

Zhu Xu nodded: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry~"

At least he is still quite calm until now. Although he is a little anxious, he can still control himself. Uncle Bird and the Ka team's words have been in his mind.

There will be methods~ and some things will not change, which is the advantage.

Zhu Xu ran actively.

He took the ball again, and Zhu Xu understood that such support would not last long. Victory is the most important thing for the team. He also understood that if he wanted to seize the opportunity, he didn't know how long he would wake up.

My sense of balance and speed are still there, and my explosive power should be there. It depends on my feet when I break through.

It’s almost time to reach the bottom line, and there is no chance if you don’t break through, try it!

Zhu Xu took the ball and broke through to the right. Mesba's body deflected forcibly, but Zhu Xu suddenly hit the left and the ball was pulled back.

After that, surprise flashed in Zhu Xu's eyes~

It is indeed worth being happy. He tried to pass 4 times in the first 10 minutes of the game, which was the only success.

Cristiano raised his hand in front of the goal and asked for the ball!

Good opportunity!

"Not good~" the home commentator shouted: "How could Cristiano be there? Can't let Zhu Xu go."

Zhu Xu glanced at Mr. Luo and guessed that his pass was probably out of place. At this time, he suddenly felt a wave of heat behind him!

He was rushed and he was about to pass the ball.

When Zhu Xu's right foot was about to touch the football, a red and black figure rushed from behind like a burning flame. His whole body was pressed against the lawn, leaving a shocking trace wherever he passed...

Before people arrive, the wind arrives first.

The man was full of tragic spirit, with a gust of return, like a gust of wind blowing flat on the ground.

My current pass and dribble are not good, and I will lose the ball. Zhu Xu hesitated a little, and suddenly turned into a pick-up, picking the football gently.

He wanted to use this method to pass the flying shovel of the person behind him.

Logically speaking, Zhu Xu's reaction speed is definitely the best, and his choice is very correct.

But if the Milan player behind him disappeared, he did not go to the football to shovel, nor did he stop his feet. He used his inertia to raise his legs and hit Zhu Xu hard in an instant...

Zhu Xu felt dizzy at that moment!

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A scream sounded in the stands.

With intentional calculations but no intentions, Zhu Xu was knocked away by a ball by a man. He rolled several times on the court. His body seemed to hit something, and he bent down to the ground.

"Beautiful movement..." The red and black surroundings applauded and applauded.

"This is a fucking foul..." Real Madrid fans shouted angrily.

The angrily shouts of 5,000 people were drowned in the voices of 80,000 people. Demeanor has never been a quality that fans should have. When they set foot on this battlefield, they are enemies except for their own people.

Milan's commentary: "Van Bomer cleared."

Carlos screamed: "Murder, this is a murder."

The commentators from all sides also had a mess-

"Ah—!! My God~Van Bomel, like an angry lion, hit Zhu Xu who was holding the ball from behind......"

"Serious foul, Van Bomel, didn't stop, he did it on purpose..."

"Zhu Xu hit the billboard hard..."

"Zhu Xu, motionless... she was definitely injured. Maybe Real Madrid is forced to substitute. The game has just 11 minutes into the beginning. Fan Bomel, too excited..."

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's not an exaggeration to give a red card for such a bad foul. The referee terminated the game and see how he judged it..." (To be continued)...
Chapter completed!