Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 1 I can do it too? (for collection)

2013 7 Month 25 Day.

Italy.

Bologna youth team dormitory.

Qin Yun opened his hazy eyes, and subconsciously fumbled for the phone under the pillow. He didn't feel the familiar metallic texture, and Qin Yun suddenly became flustered.

what's the situation?
Slowly sitting up from the bed, Qin Yun looked at the opposite wall with the light of the morning sun.

Where the fuck is this?
Where are my signed jerseys from Maldini, Nesta, Gattuso, Ronaldo?

This is the "genuine product" he bought from Brother Tao for half a year's salary!

秦云记忆中他正在观看22-23欧冠1/4决赛，期待好几年，结果米兰被国米3分钟进俩球。

Annoyed, Qin Yun went downstairs to buy beer and was about to get drunk. Who knew who the hell threw a piece of banana peel at the entrance of the corridor, and he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Qin Yun, who has read novels for 20 years, soon realized that he was time-traveling.

But fortunately, Qin Yun was an orphan in his previous life, so he had nothing to worry about, so he liked to watch football and brag with his friends on weekdays.

He still remembers saying in the Milan group: "Damn it, if Leo is injured, Milan will not be able to play. It's neither like ball control nor counterattack. I can do it myself!"

结果
Get out of bed and turn on the light.

Through the full-length mirror placed in front of the window, Qin Yun nodded in approval.

The boy in the mirror looks about 18 years old, about 1 meters tall, and his handsome face is full of the style of the Apennine Peninsula and the oriental charm of the picturesque blank space.

What a handsome young man.

He is no less than he was before time travel.

Very immersive.

After receiving the memories in his mind, Qin Yun smiled wryly and shook his head.

The original owner of this body is also called Qin Yun, and judging from its appearance, it can be seen that it is the product of a Sino-foreign joint venture.

Born in a poor family in Milan in 1996, his parents supported the family by selling fruits and vegetables at street stalls.

It's a pity that fate is really unpredictable, and my father died less than half a year after I was born.

At the age of 7, his mother seemed to know that his time was short and chose to send him to the Martinet Orphanage.
Fortunately, in the orphanage, there was a great big man named Viggio.

Life is pretty good, at least you don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

By chance, I came into contact with football.

Going around.

The original owner successfully passed the trial training in Bologna with his good talent, and got a decent apprenticeship contract.

Although the salary is not much, at least he no longer has to rely on subsidies from the orphanage.

But this bit of talent can only support him to the youth team, and he can't take a step forward.

The ruin of the family and the confusion of the future made the original owner unable to sleep, and Qin Yun took advantage of it.

Qin Yun sat by the bed, lost in thought.

Bologna's strength is a bit weak?But soon Qin Yun figured it out, no matter how weak he was, it had nothing to do with him, who couldn't even play the main force of the youth team.

And let him watch the ball and analyze the tactics to brag. If you really let him play, I am afraid that it will take less than 3 minutes to leak all the underpants.

Shouldn't there be a system?

What about a full-level pass, a full-level header, or a full-level shot? Qin Yun doesn't choose, just give them two.

dong dong dong~
There was a quick knock on the door.

Qin Yun didn't care about continuing to think about the future, and stepped forward to open the door.

What caught the eye was a pitch-black marinated egg, revealing a bright crescent moon hanging upside down.

Reverse Bao Qingtian?
"Yun, hurry up and pack your things."

Osaretin was very anxious. He never thought that Qin Yun, who was most active in training on weekdays, would also sleep in. It was at a critical time.

The coach of the Bologna youth team, Corret, is a typical anti-Italian. He has a very strong sense of time and hates others being late.

"Uh-huh!"

Qin Yun remembered that the corned egg in front of him was his long-time resident in the orphanage, and now he is the main striker of the Bologna youth team.

And today is the match day, the Bologna youth team will go to Milan to play against the Milan youth team.

Previously, the team's main central defender, Stevanello, accidentally pulled his "calf" while playing in a nightclub. It took three weeks for him to return from injury. Qin Yun was successfully promoted from the bench to the main player.

Qin Yun kept thinking in his mind and at the same time kept moving his hands. He quickly changed his clothes, picked up the ball bag hanging behind the door, and followed the marinated egg out.

"Today's game against the Milan youth team, you have to play well, and try to make Stevanello's'leg' recover even if he can't play."

"If you can find me directly if you break the ball, I will definitely not waste the opportunity."

"By the way, Aunt Sofia asked us to go back to the yard during the holiday. What do you want to buy then? Buy assistant goalkeeper gloves for Arif, Winnie the Pooh for Leah, and more."

Osaretin opened his fingers, and kept babbling with his small mouth, as if he had endless words to say.

"Um"

For some reason, Qin Yun felt a little guilty. He occupied someone else's body for no reason, so he should bear the corresponding responsibility.

But now he had to pass the first level, because the memory he received was missing the part about football.

I don’t know if Italy’s labor laws will work if I use injuries to delay salary until the end of the month, and if I am fired later, the team should pay unemployment insurance, right?
Qin Yun caressed his handsome face. He heard that Italy's cowherd industry is relatively developed. With his appearance, it shouldn't be a problem for him to be soft and tough, right?

Before I knew it, I came to the gate of the training base.

"Hurry up and get in the car, you will be late in 13 seconds, you know?"

Colette stared at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

Qin Yun and Osaretin silently got into the team bus.

Both of them understand that you must not talk, once you speak, you will be greeted by Colette's never-ending hair dryer.

"Today's starting lineup is Musto and Nicholas Qin Yun."

Corret glanced at the black-haired boy at the end of the bus. If Stevanello hadn't been injured, he would never have chosen Qin Yun to start.

"Pay attention to Mastour of the AC Milan youth team. Although he is only 14 years old, he has a good ability both in handling the ball and in physical confrontation."

"Try not to foul within 30 meters of your own half, because Crociatta's free kick is a favorable scoring weapon for the Milan youth team."

"Pay attention to deep protection when defending. Qin Yun helps Vieri solve the high-altitude ball."

Qin Yun was dumbfounded when he heard this. Is this a bit too professional?Although he often watches football on weekdays, he still can't hear the terms that Colette said.

Qin Yun has learned from experience, and it is best to be the head coach next time, no matter how bad he is, he can still shake the field by bragging.

Dangling, two and a half hours later.

AC Milan's training base. Milanello.

After the players from both sides changed their equipment, they stepped onto the pitch one after another.

PS: Didi, does anyone know Nesta?
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