Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 162 San Siro is not a coward!

"Most of Atletico Madrid's players are in the penalty area, and the backcourt is empty!"

"Balotelli is in the frontcourt. Did he stay where he was in order not to participate in the defense?!"

"As long as you can pass the ball to his feet, that is an excellent opportunity!"

But Muntari's field of vision is similar to that of a rhinoceros, and he can only see things within 30 meters in front of him.

"Atletico Madrid players returned to the defense too quickly, and it was impossible to see that they had played high-intensity games for more than 80 minutes!"

"Suarez is about to catch up!"

"What is he doing?"

The Milan fans breathed faster, their muscles tensed, and they roared in their hearts: "Quick pass!"

Even if you fail to score, you can delay time.

Muntari prayed to the gods, answering his.
Only Balotelli.

What does it feel like to think about life?
I do not know either.

Seeing Suarez's outstretched left foot was about to touch the football.

He suddenly heard Qin Yun's voice, and the previous words echoed in his mind.

A flash of light.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Muntari stepped on the ball by magic.

He wanted to stop and take his time.
"Fuck?"

"This extraordinary action is absolutely amazing!"

The Inter fans who were in front of the TV were stunned.
If you said you have this technology, can you give him away for free?

Muntari raised his head, and the scene in front of him was clearly visible.

Qin Yun was also shocked.

Although the position just now was not good, he was afraid that Muntari would lose the ball, so he still asked for the ball loudly.

but now.

Muntari attracted the opponent's full attention.

in front of him
Empty!
The corners of Muntari's mouth curled up slowly, like the Nike logo on the shoes.

Unpretentious passing.

The scene quickly shifts until Milan No. 13 stands in the center.

Atletico Madrid players flocked like crazy.

But to no avail.

Qin Yun looked at the clear back in the distance, and the passing route in his mind suddenly burst into a strong light.

Gather all the remaining strength and swing your right leg!

boom!
Trivela straight plug!
The football sticks to the turf and passes through Atletico Madrid's chaotic formation.

Draw an exaggerated to the extreme inner arc on the green field!

Accurately come to the front of teammates.

Balotelli didn't even have to adjust and just moved forward.

"Single knife!"

"Chance! Chance to kill the game!"

"Catch it!"

Huang Jianxiang directly left neutrality in his mind.

Go whoever you love, I'm a die-hard fan.

"Atletico Madrid players did not give up and ran to the backcourt instead. As long as the ball is not scored, they will not stop. They interpret the professionalism!"

"Um, Qin Yun stopped."

"Full of trust in teammates!"

It's not that he doesn't want to run, it's that his physical fitness is really reaching its limit, and if he runs again, he will be carried down by a stretcher.

Overlooking the San Siro.

Balotelli took the lead, followed by a dozen players.

Most of them are Atletico Madrid players.

Balotelli was getting faster and faster.

The Atletico Madrid defender tried his best, but he couldn't close the distance between the two, and turned his eyes forward.

Atlético 13.
Courtois felt full of energy. Passivity has never been his habit. Only by taking initiative can he get opportunities. Poor De Bruyne never understood this truth.

Lowering the center of gravity, abandoning the door and going out, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

Milan 13.
I will let you lose everything in this fateful duel!
Balotelli slowed down slowly, without thinking.

Before the game he envisioned how to score goals.
According to the form Qin Yun gave him, it was his turn to pass the goalkeeper today!

As the distance between the two gets closer.

Courtois leaps at the ball with lightning speed.

Balotelli jerked forward with his toe.

With enough space, the best way to pass the goalkeeper is to accelerate directly!
The football skids past Courtois' left.Balotelli jumped slightly, caught up and pushed steadily.

Courtois looks back in despair.

Watching the football cross the goal line.

Then he lay helplessly on the ground.

Full of resentment towards Atletico Madrid's defense, thinking that it would be better to return to Chelsea at the end of the season.

He wants to pursue the Champions League, which cannot be achieved here.

"3:0!!!"

"The game is not over yet, Atletico Madrid only needs to score one goal to drag the game into overtime!"

"Can they perform miracles?"

Studio.

Barrages are flying.
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[Don't worry, I think there will be a big reversal! 】
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[It can't be reversed a bit! 】
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【Oh my god, I just found out that Qin Yun scored a hat-trick with an assist. Is this still a central defender? 】
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[Central midfielder? 】
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[To be honest, it's not very difficult to push this foot straight, I can do it myself! 】

side of the field.

Simeone directly removed the button and smashed it hard on the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a beast devouring people.

Boggs didn't come forward to comfort him either.

As an old teammate, he knows that Simeone is now a powder keg, and if he blows up at any point, no one will give him face.

He looked at the young man holding his knee in the field with complicated eyes.

The other side.

The corners of Allegri's mouth almost reached to the ears, hehe hehe silly.

Kaka stood up, raised his hands to the stands, and signaled the fans to be louder.

Maldini applauded lightly, silently admiring his vision in his heart.

200 million ah 200 million.

now.

North Stand.

Bologna sports director Bigon burst into tears, recalling what he had said.

"It's just an ordinary player. It's still unknown whether he can be kicked out. This business is not a loss, um, it's not a loss."

Bigon slapped himself directly!

The surrounding Milan fans were in awe. Looking at him, they were all so excited and quickly comforted him.

"Brother, don't be so excited. I believe Milan will become stronger and stronger in the future. After all, we have Qin!"

"There's nothing wrong with what you said. I heard that Qin was bought for only 200 million yuan?"

"Yes, I have to thank Bologna for this. I heard that their sports director personally made the decision!"

"Are you a fool?"

"Ha ha!"

There was laughter in the stands.

Bigon's eyes were dull, feeling that the surrounding scene was becoming more and more blurred, and he fell back.
"Come on, someone is so excited!"

"Don't let your guard down!"

"There is not much time left. If the opponent's goal is delayed to overtime, it will be dangerous!"

Qin Yun clapped his hands vigorously and shouted loudly.

The Milan players nodded.

After all, the players on the field are all older and more stable.

The mid-race circle reopens.

The final goal and the cheers from San Siro resounded through the clouds, and the morale of the two teams was inevitably affected.

But the Atletico Madrid players still did not give up, like a red-eyed gambler, putting all the rest of his net worth on the table.

Milan directly launched rogue tricks, fouling continuously in the midfield, smashing the opponent's offensive rhythm to pieces.

In just 5 minutes, De Jong and Essien received a yellow card each.

"At the end of stoppage time, Atletico Madrid is still attacking!"

Diego Costa retreated to the midfield to catch the ball. Before he could take two steps, he was hugged by Muntari.

After dragging for a certain distance abruptly, he still fell to the ground.

The referee showed the topaz card as usual.

Cork kicked the ball towards the penalty area, Qin Yun forced Villa to push the ball out of the penalty area, and De Jong kicked it out of bounds.

Followed by.

A piercing whistle sounded.

Beep-beep-beep—

"Bring the ball!"

Rodriguez roared towards the sidelines.

The caddy was stunned, isn't the game over?
(End of this chapter)