Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 191 He is the God of War!

Qin Yun stepped onto the green field.

The familiar system beep sounds.

"Main mission activated: Champions League champion!"

"Mission introduction: shoot down the galactic battleship!"

"Mission reward: Legendary treasure chest!"

Looking around, there is so much blood and passion.

Qin Yun didn't feel nervous at all, perhaps because he had already gotten used to it in his repeated reincarnations.
With the whistle of the referee.

The game officially begins.

Real Madrid ball rights.

Cristiano Ronaldo hit Benzema with his kick.

Then he began to control the midfield without haste.

"The posture of both sides at the beginning was to test each other!"

"Real Madrid is not in a hurry to move forward. This is also Ancelotti's habit. Find out the details of the opponent and then make targeted adjustments."

"Milan also plays steadily, occupying the midfield while focusing on marking on both wings. Real Madrid and Bayern are different. They have a strong ability to seize opportunities. Any small mistakes may have serious consequences!"

The football passed continuously and came to Marcelo's feet.

The latter seemed to receive the order and immediately took the ball forward.

Faced with Shalawi's pressing, he cleverly ducked to the side.

Three Marcelos cannot guard against one Marcelo.

If we really want to find a position for him, maybe Real Madrid's hidden version of Ronaldo is quite suitable.

Marcelo quickly crossed the midfielder.

Real Madrid players develop their offensive formation through movement.

De Jong quickly stepped forward to press.

Snapped!
Puff Tou didn't push the ball too much and passed the ball along the outside line.

"C Ronaldo!"

Cristiano Ronaldo still retains the habit he had when he was at Manchester United. He will rush a few times to see which side is easier, and then launch an endless attack.

Abate is under great psychological pressure, or in other words, every defensive player will be like this when facing Ronaldo.

Amidst the deafening cheers at the Stadium of Light.

Ronaldo's legs flew across the football.

Signature cycling!
Abate did not stretch his foot recklessly to steal, but firmly blocked the position, and at the same time called his teammates to help defend.

Ronaldo didn't think too much, stepped on the turf, and broke through from the outside.

No. 7 in white is running on the green field with unrivaled momentum.

The Stadium of Light was completely boiling, echoing this man's name.

"The timing was very precise, and I cut the ball inside my foot before I finished it. It was so beautiful!"

He Wei's tone was full of anticipation, as if he had already seen the football being sent into the net.

Cristiano Ronaldo kept moving and headed towards the penalty area.

Benzema was very smart and retreated decisively to give up the stage.

Just on the path he must pass, a red and black figure appeared.

It seems to be destiny.
Ronaldo ignored Bell who was asking for the ball from the side. He wanted to destroy his opponent's hopes with his own hands.

The dazzling light cast by the high-power searchlights above the stadium imprinted the shadows of the two men.

Suddenly, Ronaldo moved!
A continuous flow of bicycles, mixed with small steps.

As long as his opponent shows a slight flaw, he can break through with his powerful explosive power.

"The sharpest spear, the strongest shield!"

on the screen.

Qin Yun was expressionless.

The center of gravity is slightly depressed, but still!
Move slightly left and right, no leaks!
The game between the two lasted less than two seconds. As Essien came to help defend, Ronaldo took the initiative to pull the ball backwards and gave up the idea of ​​breaking through from the ribs.

"This"

"Gattuso's crab-style defense doesn't look good, but it's very useful. Of course, it can only deal with Cristiano Ronaldo. If it were another person, it would have the opposite effect!"

"Let's see what he does next."

Zhan Jun was helpless. The two people around him were too excited, making it difficult for him to get in the conversation. If he couldn't, he would learn from his old partner Zhang Lu and just say "hehe" if nothing happened.

Ronaldo passed the ball back, then turned and ran towards the penalty area.

Real Madrid's attack is not over yet.

Modric stopped the ball in front of him, simply turned left and right, got out of the way and kicked off directly.

The football is like a brilliant rainbow, falling to the right.

Snapped!
Bell protected the ball with his back, opened up space and turned suddenly.

Fly through the clouds!

Explosion!

It accelerates in just a few meters, bursting into terrifying speed!

He dribbled the ball past De Sciglio.

"coming!"

"Between two points, Bell is the shortest!"

"Single-handedly, break through the defense on the wing!"

Qin Yun quickly made up for his defense.

He occupies the middle and radiates from both wings.

The most difficult task in this game lies on his shoulders.

As the distance between the two gets closer.

Bell broke out again, so fast!
However, he didn't wait for the ball to explode.

Qin Yun suddenly approached, turning sideways and actively seeking physical confrontation.

At the same time, his right hand was slightly raised, like a tripping rope.

Milan fans suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Maldini!

That's a Milan legend!
In everyone's surprised eyes.

The speed of the two slowly slowed down.

Bell found in disbelief that the space around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he could not speed up if he waited any longer.

It was not his habit to wait passively, so he gritted his teeth and exerted his strength again.

The moment he touched the ball.

Qin Yun stepped back with his left foot and shot forward like a sharp arrow.

Stick to the bottom and back shovel!

The football rolled off the sideline.

Bell fell to the ground.

"Pretty!"

"A clean tackle, no foul play!"

There was an uproar!

Real Madrid fans couldn't believe what they were seeing.

[-] million
Being guarded by someone?
Isn't this a complete joke?
side of the field.

Allegri rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Our tactics rely too much on Qin Yun."

Maldini applauded lightly, "Don't worry, there are many outstanding young men in the Milan team, I believe in them!"

"Yes, what we usually do most is defensive training. How could we be penetrated so easily?"

Tassotti opened the tactical board and started recording data.

The other side.

"Paul really caught a big mistake. This kind of defensive skills is no less than what I used to do."

"Zinedine, what would you do? By the way, do you eat gum?"

Ancelotti took out a box from his pocket, with an emerald arrow printed on the packaging.

"If I don't eat, I should move widely on both wings to avoid Milan's key defensive areas."

Zidane touched his bald head and thought that it seemed quite easy for him to pass Ancelotti at that time. This old man really knows how to brag.

"No, you should come through the middle, just like you did at Juventus."

Ancelotti made a joke.

Zidane shook his head silently. He saw many familiar shadows in Milan No. 13.

Both of them were in a relaxed mood and were not shocked by this. After all, they had seen too many big scenes.

"Real Madrid throws in Carvajal, Di Maria backs up"

Xavi Alonso looked up quickly, swung his right foot backwards and turned around to resolve Balotelli's press.

Then the body tilted.

A wide field of vision coupled with amazing long passes.

The football instantly lifted off the ground and headed straight to the left.

Abate quickly approached, trying to seize the opportunity when his opponent stopped the ball erratically.

Who knew that Marcelo raised his leg slightly and firmly removed the ball with the inside of his foot.

Centimeter level stop!
Then he lifted it up skillfully.

Kaka returned to defense very promptly, blocking the opponent's path to the bottom at the critical moment.

Facing his old teammates, Marcelo shook his ankle.

Snapped!
The football rolled quickly to the center.

"Di Maria!"

"The real Mr. Big Scene, who often turns the tide of the game when the team is in trouble!"

Since the formation of the BBC, Di Maria has moved to the midfield.

In that period when the three-court midfielder had not yet been formed, one person almost connected the front and backcourts.

Di Maria suddenly dribbled the ball to the left, attracting the attention of many defenders.

De Jong decisively stretched out his foot to steal.

Di Maria stopped suddenly, moved to the right, and then lifted out the instep of his outside foot.

The football slid along the turf in an exaggerated arc.

Like a scalpel, Milan's defense line was accurately divided into two.

"Pretty!"

"Benzema!"

Real Madrid's scapegoat is not something that anyone can take the blame for. You must have the strength to do so.

Higuain has the most say in this matter.

Fulcrum, ball making, running position, confrontation.
He held Essien on his back and tried to pass the ball to the wing.In fact, a circle was drawn in place.

Essien was a little confused.

When I went to Real Madrid, this little crew cut wasn't that strong yet, and it was growing too fast.

He quickly turned around and grabbed it again.

Benzema has full green leaf attributes and can always find the position of his teammates.

Directly use the inverted triangle to sweep back!

"Come look at these feet!"

"C Ronaldo!"

The movement of Real Madrid's No. [-] in attack is terrible.

Although he was always said to be a forward in the future, if it had been anyone else, he would never have scored so many goals. Otherwise, you can ask Lukaku.

Strike an impeccable pose.

Wan Ruolong!

Hit the ball with a blast!

In the expectant eyes of tens of thousands of fans.

boom!
Football is like a cannonball.

Whistling towards the gate of Milan.

There seemed to be meteors falling in the night sky at the Stadium of Light.

clang!
A crisp sound spread.

The cheers of Real Madrid fans stopped abruptly.

"This long-range shot of extremely high quality hit the crossbar. Milan escaped!"

"Come and see two o'clock!"

The football flew erratically out of the penalty area.

Modric volleyed sideways.

boom!
Another muffled sound.

The football hit Mex's chest.

This time, the Milan players did not give their opponents a chance.

De Jong went directly to the body, and Angel, who was not good at confrontation, could only watch his opponent poke the ball away.

"Can Milan counterattack?"

Before De Jong could take a few steps, Real Madrid immediately launched a crazy press and was bound to end the battle in the frontcourt.

God's perspective.

The forwards and full-backs form the first interception surface.

Afterwards, Xabi Alonso led the midfield to form the second interception surface.

People were involved in the high-position press, and three people rushed to the front line.
"Although the defensive capabilities of Real Madrid's frontcourt and midfielders are not the best, their technical and tactical understanding, reading of the opponent's offense are stronger, and most importantly, they are willing to implement Ancelotti's requirements. Superstar Although Yunji looks great, the relationship in the locker room will be more difficult to deal with."

De Jong is in confusion. He is just a meat grinder in the backcourt and plays more of an interception role.

Just when he was about to drive straight ahead, he heard a familiar voice.

Without doubting his presence, he decisively passed the ball to the blind spot in the front left field of vision.

Milan No. 13 strides forward.

He touched the ball and avoided Di Maria's pressing.

Real Madrid's first line of defense collapsed.

Modric quickly pressed forward.

After pre-match research, this area is the most dangerous place.

76% of Milan's attacks were initiated here by No. 13's precise instep passes and penetrating through balls, which were too terrifying.

"Teammates near Qin Yun are all being marked, and there is no particularly good route for the ball!"

"You have to make a decision quickly, the opponent will soon start to attack you."

Qin Yun did not hesitate, moved the ball outward with his right foot, and flashed in the opposite direction.

Modric strikes decisively.

The timing of the steal was perfect.

Two pure white figures seemed to appear behind Qin Yun.

The ankle jerked inwards.

Modric's outstretched foot missed the ball.

I haven't waited for him to respond.

Qin Yun dribbled the ball past him.

Real Madrid's second line of defense disappears!

"Beautiful!"

"The use of the outside instep is perfect!"

at the same time.

Qin Yun did not slow down.

The dark space in the field of vision became bright again, and countless arrows flashed.

Didn't give the opponent a chance.

The body is slightly tilted!

Lift your right foot slightly!

boom!
With a crisp sound.

The football was like an arrow leaving the string, rolling quickly to the right.

Shalawi!
Mr. Big Scene, Milan also has one.

The little Pharaoh gave the ball in front of him and ran wildly along the sideline.

"coming!"

"Ramos retreated crazily with his defense, trying to make room for time!"

Marcelo ran back crazily and was about to catch up.

Shalawi seemed to sense it and smashed the ball inward unexpectedly.

"You can cut to the middle, which is a very good route choice for dribbling the ball!"

30 meter area.

Xavi Alonso stands in the way.

Shalawi looked up, observed, and passed to the left.

Although Kaka's speed is not as fast as the peak, it is still very fast.

Carvajal is gearing up, he still remembers the humiliation of the last friendly match, and today is the time to take revenge.

Like a tiger, it pounces on the football.

Kaka refused to give in and kept stopping.

"Carvajal turned around very quickly. Kaka couldn't distance himself and then dunked in, so he kicked off!"

"The ball was passed very cleverly, making it difficult for the Real Madrid center back to header the ball to clear the ball."

Varane's reaction was quick.

But someone is faster than him!
Balotelli relied on his powerful explosive power to grab the space to shoot.

Swing your right foot up!

boom!
A muffled sound echoed in the Stadium of Light.

The football went straight to the near corner of the goal.

In everyone's nervous eyes.

Casillas stepped up.

The football hit his forearm and popped out of the penalty area!

"The shooting angle is not big and can be easily predicted. This puts no pressure on the Real Madrid goalkeeper!"

"Maybe because they are worried about being counterattacked by their opponents, Milan does not have many people involved in the offense, so it is difficult to create better opportunities."

He Wei was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Let's take a look at two points. Shalawi is in a good position. You can try a kick!"

Shalawi took a stance, preparing to strike with a volley.

Then he saw Ramos rushing towards him with a destructive aura.

He knew that his shot would most likely be blocked, so he happened to catch a glimpse of the red and black figure from the corner of his eye and changed his shot to a pass.

The football slowly rolled to the right and back.

in the lens.

Milan's number 13 happened to be in place, as if it had been expected that football would come here.

But he's also in a bad position.

Xavi Alonso is by his side.

Direct physical confrontation, not giving him a chance to take a long shot.

Fans looked at the two nervously.

Real Madrid's forwards have stopped retreating. If they are intercepted, it will be an excellent counterattack opportunity.

Qin Yun gently pushed the ball outward with his right foot.

The dark pupils seemed to emit an extremely rich purple light.

Back to those countless reincarnations, back to Old Trafford.

Xabi Alonso felt like he was fending off a tank. He gritted his teeth and hit it hard again.

Qin Yun's figure swayed.

Follow this force.

Locked ankles.

Swing your feet in place to exert force!

Swing out!

The phantom of Purple Lily No. [-] suddenly became clear in his mind.

He is roaring!

That is the will of the God of War!
boom!
Football has undergone unimaginable deformation.

Accompanied by a thunder!

Football is like a bolt of lightning.

Arriving at the goal in the blink of an eye.

Casillas tried his best to catch the shadow of the football and flew to save!
But it didn't work!
When he turned around, the football was spinning violently on the white net.

1:0! ! !

　Guys, watch the derby and stay up late coding to see if you can finish writing the Champions League final tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)