Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 154 Rui Costa "Precision Through" Module

Italy, Milan.

Qin Yun returned home, locked the door of the room, and turned on the system.

"Ding! Congratulations on completing the league mission."

"Mission Rating: C-Level"

"Mission Reward: Mysterious Treasure Chest!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Greco 'steal' module during the distribution of mission rewards!"

Qin Yun had never heard of this player, and he didn't even have the desire to search online.

After filling it into the card slot, it is smelted directly.

I saw three modules spinning continuously in mid-air, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

With a dazzling light flashed.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Rui Costa's "Precise Through" module!"

Qin Yun fell into the black and white picture again.

In Benfica, Rui Costa has experienced his minions, and the theater has slowly opened.

In Fiorentina, Rui Costa took over the No. 10 jersey from Baggio. One charged in the frontcourt, killing all directions;That ghostly through ball can always accurately capture Batty's running position
In Milan, the teammates in front of Rui Costa were replaced by Shevchenko and Inzaghi, and the teammates behind him were Maldini and Nesta.
It was also here that he won the only two Serie A and Champions League titles in his career.

The picture faded like a tide, Qin Yun rubbed his head and got up.

"It seems that the system really has a soft spot for Milan players."

Qin Yun began to carefully review the memories just now, unknowingly took off half of his socks
After a while, he pulled it up again, and every time a large amount of memories were poured into it, he would be slightly affected.

Qin Yun found Rui Costa's collection and slowly appreciated it.

The next day.

Milanello.

Tactical meeting room.

"In the second round, Atletico Madrid will definitely increase the control of the midfield, and counterattack after a strong press."

Allegri paused for a moment.

"So yes, so we increase the number of midfielders to deal with the pressing and counterattack at the same time. As long as we can pass the opponent's midfielder and send it to the front of the penalty area, then we have a chance!"

Allegri said confidently.

Everyone in the audience was speechless.

Everyone knows that there are only two problems the team has to solve on offense
How to advance to the penalty area, how to gain an advantage in front of the penalty area.

Allegri is equivalent to enriching the first half of the sentence, without providing detailed tactical arrangements.

it's like saying
Allegri's expression was a little awkward, and he continued: "Although it is impossible to do this only by relying on the existing staffing. But we can try through frequent vertical passes."

"Boss, Atletico Madrid's counterattack is even faster than Dortmund in the 12-13 season"

Tassotti hesitated, but said it anyway.

"Well, of course, we have to beat the opponent at the beginning of the game. We can't wait until Atletico Madrid enters the state, otherwise the chances will become smaller and smaller. Therefore, we must grab the start!"

"Qin Yun's position should be further forward, let De Jong and Essien fill in for you, don't worry about being counterattacked, only goals can save Milan!"

"It's done!"

Allegri's fists stayed in the air, and the atmosphere of embarrassment became more and more intense.

Qin Yun saw the look in Uncle Ji's eyes, stood up silently, and shouted feebly: "Destroy Atletico Madrid!"

Allegri walked down the steps, and Qin Yun became the focus of his teammates' attention.

a week later.

The second round of the Champions League 1/4 knockout round is coming!

Outside the San Siro stadium plunged into a sea of ​​red and black.

Even if they didn't buy tickets, Milan fans came to the scene to support.

The singing that resounded through the sky spread farther and farther, making this historic city lively.

However, the expressions of most people are slightly sad, and they have a clear understanding of Atletico Madrid's strength.

Today's Milan. Difficult.

at the same time.

Migu Sports is broadcasting the outdoor scene.

Compared with the first round, there were much fewer spectators watching this game, perhaps because they thought there was not much suspense about the outcome.
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[Brothers, I'm right there, I'll see if I can get Qin Yun's signed jersey later. 】
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[Can you make an off-set version, I will pay a high price! 】
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[That designation is impossible, the final version is all in Wang Dao’s hands. 】
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[Losing less is winning! 】
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[I hope that Atletico Madrid can win the championship, so that I will have face when I say it in the future]
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[Why do you all agree that Milan will lose?Can't someone explode the seed and directly put Atletico Madrid down? 】
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[Who do you expect to be able to explode?Kaka, Qin Yun, or the brainless Balotelli? 】

The sun was setting slowly.

The club buses of the two teams stopped slowly.

Qin Yun got out of the car and instantly heard a familiar voice.

There were crowds of people in front of the cordon, and there were many kind faces among them.

"come on!"

"Qin Yun, can you sign for me?"

A young man with the same black hair and yellow skin stretched out his hand vigorously, holding a Milan No. 13 jersey.

"No problem at all!"

Qin Yun made a joke and took over to sign his name.

It was only a few tens of meters and almost 5 minutes of walking.

Allegri and Simeone went to attend the press conference under the guidance of the staff.

The two shook hands friendly without any smell of gunpowder.

The reporters actively asked questions.

"Mr. Allegri, according to survey data, only 9% of fans believe that Milan can advance to the next round."

"In the past 114 years, Milan has created many miracles. Being behind by two goals is just a trivial matter. I believe that the Milan players will do their best to win the game!"

"In the first round, Atletico Madrid's high-intensity pressing caused great trouble for Milan. Do you have a way to deal with it?"

Aleg was expressionless, as if everything was under control, and said: "Let's wait and see!"

The reporter turned the microphone around and turned to the other side.

"Mr. Simeone, are you confident in this game?"

"We're going to win the game beautifully!"

"No one can stop it!"

player channel.

Courtois looked at the opposite side resentfully, who knew that no one paid attention to him at all.

Qin Yun was chatting with the caddy, "Do you think we can win the game?"

"Of course, Milan are the best team in the world!"

The little girl said crisply and raised her right hand high.

"Not bad, very energetic, what's your name?"

Qin Yun praised.

"My name is Rebecca!"

Rebecca looked up at Qin Yun's profile and couldn't help but be stunned.

"very handsome!"

"That is required."

Qin Yun smiled, and then moved forward with the queue.

Balotelli pouted behind him and asked the caddy beside him, "Am I handsome?"

The little boy couldn't help shrinking back, "Teacher won't let us lie"

The Milan players all laughed.

Get out of the passage.

San Siro instantly sounded the high-pitched and majestic team song "Milan Milan"

Can't help but make people passionate
A giant TIFO unfolded in the stands, and it was a red and black devil.

The meaning is very good. Red represents the passion of Milan players, and black represents the fear of opponents when facing Milan!
(End of this chapter)