Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 13 Indestructible Earth Horses, Elegant and Peerless Waltz (for collection)
Kaka also came around and explained to the referee that he would not be unclear, as a Milan player, he must protect the interests of Milan.

"Just a mouthful."

Qin Yun spread out his hands, it was just a friendly match, and he didn't want to worry too much about it.

Balotelli pursed his lips and seemed to want to say something?
Qin Yun pulled Balotelli away. He didn't need to think about it to know that Balotelli was going to mock Ronaldo for diving again.

After Ronaldo fell to the ground, he kept holding the ball in his arms, for fear that someone would snatch it for him.

After a while, he stood up slowly, put the ball in place, the valve core was aimed at himself, and assumed a classic posture.

The ball goes in.
Don't blow it, Ronaldo's free kick level was still very high in Real Madrid, especially before the serious injury in 14 years.

Uncle Bald is not good at goal line skills, and he has nothing to do when he encounters Ronaldo's free kick that goes straight to the dead corner.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Kaka, as the team's big brother, was worried that Qin Yun would blame himself too much for this, so he explained it earnestly.

"Relax, Rich."

Qin Yun nodded. He could clearly feel that he was angry, but he was extremely calm. The combination of the two extreme emotions was like being sober after being drunk.

"Cut, it's so close to the goal, I can score it casually, okay? Besides, what is there to be proud of in diving?"

Balotelli seems to be on the bar with Ronaldo today, and he has to refute a few words to be comfortable no matter what.

Qin Yun couldn't continue talking at this time, Xiaoba, did you get a fortune with your free kick?Are you taking a penalty kick?
"Well, Mario, I naturally believe you, but Bielsa took the team's free kick. Why? Have you ever thought about this problem? Because... you have more important tasks. You need to fight for points or find opportunities in the penalty area. You know, even I can't successfully defend you. How can those local chickens and dogs stop you?"

"Do you know why you wear number 45? This is God's arrangement, and it has a relationship with Eto'o. You know that 4+5=9? Just know it. In the far east, 9 represents the supreme? What is the supreme? He is the most powerful and fierce man. No one can beat him. Do you understand what it means?"

"What's the point of scoring a free kick? Go ahead, score a header to impress them, and tell them who the hell is the boss of the San Siro!" Qin Yun brewed some emotions and spit out a long paragraph of words impassionedly.

The corners of Balotelli's mouth turned down, and he smacked the mohawk on his head in embarrassment. He didn't seem to be as good as Qin Yun said.

However, what Qin Yun said was indeed very reasonable. Balotelli saw full confidence in him in him. He had only seen it in the eyes of Mancini and Raiola before. Now he is full of strength.

After the game continued, Qin Yun's state did not decline because of this, but became even better, organizing the defense several times in a row to block Real Madrid's attacks.

Towards the end of the first half, Balotelli took the ball in the frontcourt, ignored Kaka who was obliquely asking for the ball from him, and insisted on breaking through.

This made Allegri so angry that he jumped up, damn it, when will Balotelli get rid of this bad habit?
Don't be angry, don't be angry, you have to count on Balotelli this season.

Who knew that Balotelli waded directly past Pepe and Ramos in the next second, yes, he just waded over.

However, when facing Casillas, his brain seemed to be short-circuited. He was thinking about how to score a header single-handedly?
In the end, Casillas attacked and firmly held the ball in his arms. Real Madrid engraved in the genes of Mourinho's quick counterattack subconsciously and played it out. After continuous passing, the football quickly reached Ronaldo's feet.

Today, the two heroes of the north and the south gathered in San Siro, perhaps because they were afraid of each other, the two of them coincidentally did not use their martial arts skills, and their performance can only be said to be mediocre.

"Zapata, go up and grab, I'll fill you in!"

Qin Yun moved the position while commanding the defense line, blocking the angle of Ronaldo's long-range shot.

Zapata, who is fearless on weekdays, seems to be frightened by Ronaldo's terrifying aura, and surrendered his center of gravity by his two simple movements.

Qin Yun stayed about two meters beside Zapata, seeing that Zapata was passed and stepped forward.

Ronaldo's eyes froze, and he suddenly accelerated again, wanting to get out of the space and shoot with his left foot, to let Qin Yun know how powerful he is.

Allegri was unable to cover his face, Maldini's eyes were burning, and Ancelotti put his hands in his pockets.

At the time when Ronaldo's two steps alternated, Qin Yun didn't hesitate any more, turned and threw his body in one go, sliding his whole body on the turf, like an indestructible land-repelling horse, and also like an elegant and unparalleled waltz.

Qin Yun's instep was able to block the football. After being blocked, Ronaldo rolled over and fell to the ground.

Allegri became "囧" instantly, Maldini waved his arms excitedly, and Ancelotti took out his hand.

"Catch the ball!!!"

Qin Yun quickly got up and used all his strength to face the football half a meter in front of him. As for why he didn't call people's names, because his feet were covered.

The football slid across most of the football field and flew towards Real Madrid's half, just drifting to the vicinity of Kaka impartially.

Kaka withstood Ramos and let the ball behind him, single-handedly!

Casillas decisively chose to abandon the door.

Kaka didn't think about life, pushed the far corner, and the football passed from Casillas' toes and drilled into the goal.

The Real Madrid players looked at Kaka with complicated eyes, while the Milan players stepped forward to hug each other excitedly.

Ronaldo slapped the turf hard, and he was able to bring the ball over just a little bit. That kid was really lucky.

Qin Yun wiped the grass off his mouth, looked at Zapata, and said domineeringly, "As a central defender, don't let your opponents be afraid, but let your teammates be afraid. Are you afraid of chicken feathers?"

Zapata hesitated to speak, and finally nodded silently, lost in thought.

"Hey, I was in front just now, why didn't you pass it to me?"

Balotelli deliberately ran back to ask the teacher for his crimes. Judging by the expression on his face, he was very upset.

The corner of Qin Yun's mouth twitched, could he say that he kicked it casually?

If you say that, Balotelli’s brain circuit designation is incomprehensible, and you have to bring yourself into it
"What do you mean if you don't pass it to you? You can dye your hair after you score a goal. Wouldn't it be a loss to me? Have you ever passed it to me when you got the ball in the frontcourt? Why are you so selfish?"

"Oh, that's the truth. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Qin Yun's three consecutive questions were directly overwhelmed by Balotelli's question, and he couldn't make a detour.

"It's okay, I forgive you, don't do this again next time."

"Uh-huh."

"Also, when you are facing the goalkeeper, you can pass him, volley, explode, push the far corner, push the near corner. It doesn't have to be a header to be considered capable."

"Uh-huh."

Milan's team members stayed away from the two silently, worried that their IQ would be polluted.

(End of this chapter)