Zhuo Yang, Kaka and Inzaji ran to the bottom of the South stand with their shoulders, pointing to the loyal Rosenneli to celebrate. Teammates were rushing to come from their own half, from the opponent's half, from the bench
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The majestic duet cheered in the South Stand.
"Who is the best in the world?"
"Pipo!!"
"Who is the best in the world?"
"Kaka!!"
"Who is the best in the world?"
“my-king!!”
"Who is invincible in the world?"
"Milan! Milan! Milan!!"
In just over ten minutes, he was already leading 2:0. How could this not make the Milanese people ecstatic? Teammates rushed to hug the three of them tightly. Ancelotti, who was self-contained on the home team's bench, at this time
There is no one left.
In the main stand, Maldini and Costakuta, who were not on the roster today, stood up and cheered, and the muscles on their forearms were clenched with fists. "Dog Day Liverpool, wash your neck and give me Ma someone to wait.
"Maldini gritted her teeth.
The baton Costakuta also had a bright light. "It would be great to be able to avenge this revenge before retirement."
Although Ronaldo next to him was cheering, he obviously felt a little disappointed, because he didn't have the chance to reach the final. "I really want to go! I have won all the world champions, but I haven't won the Champions League. It's really his mother.
Hell."
Martini was worried. He was just the opposite of Ronaldo. He won the four Champions League Big Ear Cups with mercy. However, Italy's outspoken champions at the World Cup last summer had nothing to do with him.
"Ronnie, don't worry." Maldini pointed at Zhuo Yang and Kaka in the venue with her eyes. "Let's continue next year."
Ronaldo looked confused: "Next year? Next year..."
Simici heard their conversation next to him and said to himself: Oh, next year? Let's get the qualification for the Champions League next season first...
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The cold Bingyu slapped his face randomly, and Ferguson couldn't even move even if he wanted to get angry. He also saw that it was not only Vidic, but also the back line. Manchester United was not in good shape in the entire midfield and backcourt today. a
The casual transfer and pull of Milan's offensive trio made Manchester United riddled with holes in the 30-meter area, and even the always steady Mertesak was in a heavy step.
Ferguson dared not let Manchester United break his boats and push the whole line at this time. He did not have strong fighting spirit and good offensive state. He fought with AC Milan, a team with rich experience and touching world, and was looking for death to fight against oppression. Roma was like this in front of him.
If you die tragically, don't think that stinky boy Zhuo Yang is kind-hearted.
They can only stabilize first and never dare to have low-level loopholes. Ferguson instructed Manchester United to kick back, hold back the situation and then make plans. They are not too afraid of AC Milan's positional battle.
Sure enough, under Pirlo's dispatch, AC Milan also slowed down. 2:0 is a huge advantage. This advantage does not lie in the score, but in the situation.
AC Milan can use the unique rhythm of the world to control the slow-paced mushrooms. Anyway, 2:0 is enough, but if Manchester United still has fantasies about the finals, they must attack. Haha, if you want to hit the opponent behind, AC Milan is probably no one else.
Not convinced.
Ten minutes later, the battle situation completely stabilized, and Ferguson thought about adjusting. Should he strengthen the front line and try to equalize the goal early, or adjust the defense to continue the established tactics? It is very troublesome to be in a dilemma.
However, the players on the field helped the Lord make a choice - grandpa was injured.
Mertesak took the ball in the back line, and dodged the entangled Inzagi, and then passed the ball to the side after stepping. Unexpectedly, the ball was kicked out, and Grandpa Mo also bounced up. The grass was slippery on the rainy day.
When he was stepping, he was pressed against a small pit hidden under the turf. His body was blocked by inertia and his body bounced up. The football also kicked and landed at Kaka's feet.
This is an excellent opportunity to fight back. Kaka's conditioned reflex was about to cut into the ribs, and he saw Motsack 'shou' and fell to the ground with his legs in his arms. Without hesitation, Kaka knew about the relationship between Zhuo Yang and Grandpa Mo.
, and everyone had already spent the holiday together, and Young Master Ka immediately drove the ball out of the field with his big foot.
Zhuo Yang has already rushed to the scene. "What's the situation? Grandpa."
Grandpa grinned in pain while holding his legs. "Hell, I fuck, you San Siro are really buried in the turf. I fuck! Maybe something bad happened. I fuck me!!"
The quality of turf in Serie A stadiums is the worst among the five major leagues. San Siro's venues and turf are both bad in Serie A and are not worthy of the status of a giant in Milan.
Before each home game, the staff at the base must carefully check the turf and make up for it temporarily. Each time, a group of maintenance workers are busy sweating. The same is true for today's game, before the game.
He also passed the venue inspection of the referee on duty, but when the rain kept soaking, the places where it was supposed to be exposed could not be filled. So, Grandpa Mo was a bit miserable.
Both Milans have long wanted to renovate the site and turf, or simply replace it with brand new ones, dig three feet into the ground, and we will make it tall at once. However, the ownership of San Siro (Meazha) belongs to the Milan Municipal Government, and Milan has two
Xiong just rented it to play games, so the three companies argued about the turf field full rest and rest every year, and there was no next season coming every year and continued to use it.
The wealthy families in Europe laughed at and criticized San Siro's venue conditions, which was simply embarrassing. As long as the two Milans were not able to argue in other aspects, those wealthy families immediately used San Siro's turf. Every time this time, the two Milan heroes could only
Shut up, don't even dare to speak.
After a brief examination, the team doctor made a substitution gesture to Ferguson. The Lord directly scolded Mom Xipi, and then was furious and asked Ferdinand to warm up quickly. It is conceivable that no matter how Ferguson sneered AC Milan after the game, he could not make any sense of winning or losing.
Son.
Zhuo Yang and the Manchester United team doctor were holding Grandpa Mo to jump down slowly, and Grandpa was upset. "Zhuo Yang, if you dare to place such a venue in Old Trafford, the Lord has long blocked the door and scolded the streets. You too
Keep some gods, this fucking broken vegetable field, maybe one day it will be like someone in it... Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah, there is no taboo...... How lazy are Italians who are still so many years old!"
"I'll look for an opportunity to scold Morati to give you a relief." Zhuo Yang said quickly.
"Why do you want to scold Morati? Why don't you scold Berlusconi?" Grandpa didn't understand.
"The mayor of Milan is Morati's sister-in-law. He scolds him as a mayor, and they are all."
"Fuck!"
Inter Milan boss Morati's sister-in-law Letticia ran for mayor of Milan with Morati's wife Mili last summer. The sister-in-law defeated her brother-in-law and became the new mayor of Milan. However, Morati and his wife Mili are in politics
The upper part belongs to the left wing, while the eldest sister-in-law and the right wing leader Berlusconi are political allies, and the family is not urinating the same pot.
Chapter completed!