Zhuo Yang's substitute in this game was purely because Real Madrid found that his physical condition was worrying during a routine physical examination after collecting it, and approached the critical point of easy injury. This is normal. In the past two months, Zhuo Yang has the highest attendance rate in the team.
People, no one missed a minute of the game.
Therefore, Mourinho could only put his strategic weapon on the bench to scare people, and if he could not use it, he would not use it. However, although he was very tired, Zhuo Yang was in a very excited mood, a happy lark.
Big Altentop, who was chatting with Zhuo Yang, was in a bad mood at first, but was infected by him so that he forgot all his sorrows.
In the past two international match days, the final playoffs of the 2012 European Cup qualifiers have been completed, and all 16 strong teams in the summer have taken their place.
Türkiye was suppressed by Croatia 3:0 in two rounds, and she could only sigh at Poland and Ukraine next year. The 29-year-old Altentop is the captain of Türkiye.
Some people are down and out, and some are glorious. Ronaldo led his Portugal and slashed Bohemian 6:2 on the second round of the play-offs. Captain Ronaldo made great contributions to two shots and two passes.
Of course, the most awesome is Spain. The Bullfighters advanced with a complete victory in the group stage early, and the world champion was domineering. So Casillas and Ramos were very confident no matter who they challenged.
Another team that qualifies for the win is Germany, Grandpa, Piglet, Troll, He Face, Eyes, Erwa, plus Westman, the useless Zepek, brother-in-law Prous, the German team has become a horse
The world of the Dibao Gang.
Other teams that Zhuo Yang cares more about, Italy, France, and the Netherlands all went straight to the top of the group. The five sluts have forced Zhuo Yang to express who they will support next summer. Zhuo Yang said that the Netherlands will always be the champion because
Those guys can't beat him, Detu can.
There is also Greece, and they also qualified. No. 18 Greece Ninis entered the joint camp in Group F, which was very casual. Georgian captain Karaze was deeply affected.
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After the second half, Zhuo Yang and Da Top were still having a lot of chats. No one on the Real Madrid bench knew German, and they didn't know what they were talking about, but from the perspective of expressions and body language, it was definitely not about football and this game.
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Mourinho also walked out of the coach's seat impatiently, everything seemed no different from the first half. Including the Bat Legion fans at Mestalia Stadium, their shouts were as listless as they were in the first half.
Like in the previous 50 minutes, the Brazilian midfielder Jonas passed the side with no creative kick. However, this time, a wind blew there.
Pablo Hernandez is like an arrow in the wind. With an extremely simple man-to-ball pass, he instantly threw Granero and Aveloa, who were dislocated from front to back, and in half a breath, he
It appeared at Real Madrid's bottom line at the same time as football.
Pablo Hernandez did not slip from the bottom line to the penalty area. Although he didn't do that in a radius of ten meters, he didn't do that, because he didn't know what to do when he slipped in. His only ability was to hurry up.
The wind is as fast as it is.
Pablo Hernandez braked and Zama made a direct cross, and the football passed out was also frighteningly fast, like a shot. Casillas couldn't even make it even if he wanted to break out of the goal because it was too fast.
Pepe at the front point didn't hurry, but Ramos at the back point had to watch, because Soldado was floating over early.
With a shovel shot, the football came into the net, 1:1, Real Madrid's entire defense line was still in vague.
There are no tactical routines, there is a nonsense technical content. After eating the side, you get a cross from the bottom. The middle dog shit is lucky to grab the point, it is so simple and crude. Mourinho looks down on such a pediatric department, but you will never know
Which cloud will rain, and which evil wind will seep people's hair.
Three minutes later, the same scene happened again. Jonas' pass was not as good as before, and he passed the ball so hard that he went straight to the bottom line.
Pablo Hernandez got excited again, so he simply bypassed Granero from outside the sideline and tried to get stuck in the position, and then overtook Aveloa from behind, pressing the bottom line with a sliding shovel.
Sweep the football toward the middle.
Pepe was in front and Ramos was in the back, and Soldado in the middle made a light stab, and the score became 2:1.
So what if Mourinho looks down on him? Valencia has surpassed the score, and the numbers on the big screen are the bottom line.
What can I do in three minutes? I can make a comeback in three minutes! When Soldado once again shot Pablo Hernandez's cross into the goal, Mourinho felt like he was about to collapse. Fortunately,
, the referee saved him, Soldado was slightly offside, and the ball was invalid.
Pablo Hernandez is addicted to bullying. In the 63rd minute, Granero and Aveloa continue to not exist in his eyes and continue to cross the line. However, only after taking three wrecks, he can get a wise move.
Moss finally put Soldado tightly this time, making it impossible for him to feel comfortable.
However, Soldado's soccer shot hit the hands of the fallen Master Shui.
This time, the referee also saved Ramos. He felt that this was an unintentional handball and ignored the Valencian protests.
Mourinho quietly tiptoed on the sidelines and paused, and at least he turned his heart back into his throat. After swallowing his saliva, he made sure he was calm, Mourinho shouted: "Enough!"
Everyone on the Real Madrid bench was startled, and even the two German crows who had been fumbling were silent.
"Have you two talked enough?"
Zhuo Yang looked at Mourinho innocently: What do you want to do?
"After chatting enough, go on stage."
I'd like to say it earlier! Zhuo Yang and Big Altentop started changing clothes immediately. It was late November and they were both wearing thick clothes. Zhuo Yang was different from others, so he was used to taking off his pants first.
After both of them took off and played a short fight, Mourinho pointed at Top impatiently: "You, you, put on, it's not your business."
Big Top: "…"
"Spicy Dance--" by Mourinho's call, Albiol was like a grudge with his clothes. He took a few strokes to clean himself. He quickly came and caught up with Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang and La Wu stood side by side, waiting for Mourinho's orders, and Mourinho's face was as deep as water.
"Zhuo Yang, for an hour. You chatted for an hour and didn't stop."
Zhuo Yang shrugged indifferently.
"I really want to know what you are talking about? Can you have such a happy chat?"
"Jose, I have to criticize you. As an excellent head coach, you should always pay attention to the game on the court, rather than paying attention to chats that are not related to the game." Zhuo Yang sincerely pointed at Mourinho.
nod.
"You also know that chat has nothing to do with the game?" Mourinho said: "This is exactly what I'm curious about, what topics make you both so happy."
Chapter completed!