This is the 37th round of the 2013-14 La Liga season, which is the penultimate round. Before the game, the top three points of La Liga were 89, 87, 83, and if Real Madrid loses this game at Celta Vigo, Atletico Madrid and
Barcelona defeated their respective opponents, and Real Madrid not only lost the championship immediately, allowing Atletico Madrid to win the championship one round early, but may also be overtaken by Barcelona, ​​which has the strongest momentum in the past five rounds.
This gap is simply ridiculous. Real Madrid, which has fallen to third place, will become a joke. Even if they win the tenth Champions League two weeks later, others will only be dignified when they laugh.
Zhuoyang's goal this season has always been to win the Triple Crown. He is a person with a tendency towards perfectionism. Before leaving, he left Real Madrid with a brilliant Triple Crown, just like he did in Fort Madi, Milan and Barcelona. This is his
He has a perfect mind. Otherwise, if he went to Manchester United like this, Zhuo Yang would always have some shortcomings.
Perfectionists are basically obsessive-compulsive disorder patients.
Along the way of the season, Zhuo Yang originally thought that the league was the easiest one to win, because the competition system was most suitable for Real Madrid, which had a balanced overall strength. On the contrary, because the Copa del Rey and the Champions League were knockout rounds, accidental factors had a much greater impact on the results, and the strength was not
It may not decide everything.
Unexpectedly, the Copa del Rey was won, and the Champions League also reached the finals. On the contrary, the most stable league was inexplicably reversed.
A team that had 26 wins and 8 draws in the first 34 rounds remained undefeated and accumulated 86 points, but in the last three rounds it seemed like it was possessed by an evil spirit, with one loss and one draw, and then fell behind 0:2 in the first half today. Is this showing off its character?
Of course, Zhuo Yang would not just accept his fate. What's the difference between that and giving in? But just when he thought that he would be entrusted with the important task of saving the team from danger in the second half, Ancelotti had no intention of sending him out.
An Pang has already won the Serie A, Premier League and Ligue 1 league championships. Although La Liga has not yet been won, he is not in a hurry. With Real Madrid's inherent strength, the La Liga championship will always fall on their heads every few years. The competition here is far less than that of Serie A.
In the Premier League, An Pang can afford to wait. He has a four-year contract with Real Madrid.
But Zhuoyang doesn't have four years. His plan to go to Manchester United this summer has been quietly revealed to An Pang. Zhuoyang is the biggest guarantee for the Champions League. If he fails this year and there is no Zhuoyang under his command, An Pang really doesn't have much confidence.
Win back the tenth Big Ear Cup for Real Madrid. The competition in the Champions League is several orders of magnitude higher than the La Liga championship.
A month ago, Ancelotti would not have let Zhuo Yang come to the rescue, and would even have him start. But since experiencing the "Zhuo's Metaphysics" in the second round with Bayern, Ancelotti's response to Zhuo Yang from the East
The mysterious culture has a spiritual touch.
Zhuo Yang suffered a "bizarre" waist injury more than a week ago, and then Real Madrid took a turn for the worse. Then injuries in the team suddenly piled up. Isn't this fantasy enough? Isn't it metaphysics?
The 55-year-old Ancelotti is no longer young. With twenty years of coaching career, he can be called an old coach. He will not be as ignorant as a young man. People are not aware of the importance of the snake, and they have to worry about which is more important.
A few days ago, under the metaphysical dilemma, An Pang decided to give up La Liga and enter the preparation time for the Champions League final from now on.
Why let Zhuo Yang go up? If the game is not saved but gets another 'bizarre' injury, who will compensate? An Pang insists that Zhuo Yang's waist injury is the strongest hint.
"Holy shit, Carlo, when did you become superstitious about these things?"
An Pang slowly touched his lips: "Don't you believe it? I learned it all from you."
"I'm not as good as you... Carlo, how old are you? You know that feudal superstition kills people."
"Okay, my brother Zhuo Yang, if we can come back from this game, I mean if, we are still 2 points behind Atletico Madrid. Do you think Barcelona will fight Atletico Madrid for Real Madrid in the last round?" The last round of the season.
, Atletico Madrid will face Barcelona at home, and Real Madrid will face Espanyol at the Bernabeu.
"Zhuoyang, be realistic, the Champions League is more important, don't lose big for small things."
Faced with Ancelotti's sudden stubbornness, Zhuo Yang scratched his head. He knew very well that Ancelotti was slow to swallow things after he made up his mind, so he wanted to persuade him with reason. I'm afraid he didn't have three days and two nights to give him two more for nothing.
Dining in a high-end restaurant is really a wishful thinking.
Time was running out, and the day lilies were already cold after following the step-by-step process, so Zhuo Yang decided to take a different approach.
"Carlo, I didn't offend you, did I?"
"Zhuoyang, what do you mean?"
"But by doing this, you obviously want to frame me."
Ancelotti reached out and touched Zhuo Yang's forehead: "I don't have a fever. What nonsense are you talking about?"
After Zhuoyang pushed his hand away, his face became gloomy. "Carlo, I don't want to say that much. You must appear today, otherwise I will think that you are planning to fall out with me."
Ancelotti: "..." How come it's been so many years and he's still the same as when he was in Milan, with a dog-like face that breaks down at the drop of a hat.
"Zhuoyang, why do you think so? I was thinking..."
"Mr. Ancelotti, don't say anything else. I just want you to say one thing: Do you want me to come?"
Zhuo Yang continued with a dark face: "Let me go, we are still round table brothers. If you don't let me go, I will go to the airport immediately and return to Madrid."
An Pang: "..." This bitch has no intention of being reasonable.
"Zhuoyang, you definitely misunderstood my brother..."
"Give me a word!"
"Zhuo..."
"Give me words!!"
Ancelotti looked straight, and said very seriously and fluently: "In the second half, you replace Mendy, I will let the Magic Flute withdraw, and you pay attention to controlling the 40-meter line in the frontcourt. The rest you can do whatever you want, I
Just score goals."
Zhuo Yang's face was suddenly covered with flowers, and he smiled so brightly.
"receive!"
"Zhuoyang, were you kidding me just now?"
"Ah hahaha, of course, dear Carlo, you don't really think I'm falling out, do you?"
Ancelotti wailed in his heart. He knew Zhuoyang was trying to trick him, but he didn't dare to take the risk just now. What if? The guy who dared to fall out with Maldini when he just arrived at AC Milan at the age of 21 will never do it again in his life.
Who can we be afraid of? The whole world knows that Mourinho almost committed suicide in Madrid a year ago.
"Haha." An Pang laughed dryly and said, "You are a big boss now. Don't be formal. If you have something to talk about in the future, what can't we say openly between brothers?"
Zhuo Yang snapped his fingers. "I won't do this next time."
Ancelotti still couldn't be sure who Zhuoyang was telling them to say "This will never happen next time". After forcing a bright smile, An Pang said: "Actually, I regret it now, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuoyang had already pushed open the door to the locker room and shouted loudly inside: "Mendy, come down when the second half starts. Get a good rest, leave the game to me."
Illarramendi did not stumble at all, nor did he have any doubts. "Okay! Come on, Lao Zhuo!"
Ancelotti sighed again in his heart, and could only nod towards Illarramendi, and then said to Casemiro: "Fat Tiger, you come down too, and Angel comes up for the second half."
Zhuoyang clapped his hands vigorously: "Take a break now, and follow me to risk your life in the second half. If we lose the championship in Vigo, no one will have the fucking shame to go back to Madrid."
Chapter completed!