Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 75 The king of the Camp Nou comes again!

Valdez was stunned, what's going on?

Is Barcelona's defense a piece of paper?
But he still decided to leave the door.

Barca fans are praying to God that he can take back Balotelli's brain.

God responds enthusiastically to his believers.

"Balotelli thinking about life again?"

Allegri smashed the water bottle on the ground. After thinking about the national team, do you have to go back to the club to think about it?

Martino heaved a sigh of relief. If he lost two to zero in the first half, he could imagine how difficult the next game would be.

Qin Yun thought that if Balotelli didn't score, he would find a sack to put on his head tonight and use De Jong's double-wielded batons.

Valdés was ecstatic and once again put on an impeccable standard save action.

Let me save the Camp Nou!

Balotelli makes a sudden move!

Bestial intuition doesn't seem to require neural transmission.

The body has already responded.

Step on the football with your right foot.

"what?"

"Valdes threw himself to the left. Wrong direction!"

"An empty door again!"

"Push into the net!"

"In the 36th minute of the game, Milan expanded the score again!"

"2:0!!!"

Balotelli was about to imitate Kaka, but he suddenly thought of something halfway, took off his clothes, and showed them to the Southwest Stand with both hands.

It was they who were booing incessantly just now.

The most loyal Barcelona fans couldn't take it anymore, they stretched out their middle fingers angrily, and poured all kinds of insulting words into the field.

Balotelli was unmoved and even changed his jersey.

Arrogant!

domineering!

The referee ran over and showed the topaz card, "Young man, keep a low profile"

Balotelli nodded, and put on his clothes slowly. Although he was stupid, he also understood that Ilya was doing it for his own good.

However, Barcelona's players should not dare to act too much, after all, they still have nuclear deterrence that De Jong has not used.

side of the field.

Allegri silently picked up the water bottle on the turf, threw it into the trash can and said: "Super Mario, see, it is definitely a wise choice to let him start the game!"

The rest of the people next to me are powerless to complain, your old man really never fights against the wind.

"Should we strengthen our defense?"

Tassotti wanted to return to San Siro with a score of [-]-[-].

"No, no, the midfielders must not be changed. Once we lose the pressure on Barcelona's defense and allow them to easily participate in the offense, our defense will become more difficult."

Allegri understands that facing Barcelona, ​​full defense will only make you die faster.

The other side.

Martino sighed, "Slow down the tempo, let's find another chance in the second half."

He has not yet thought of how to break Milan's quick counterattack, in case Jean is scored again.
Artemi nodded, and then called Harvey to the sidelines to give instructions.

The game restarts.

Qin Yun clearly felt that the opponent's attack intensity had weakened, and his vigilance was instantly raised.

It is estimated that some other moths are going on.

Time keeps passing.

Netizens started browsing the post bar in boredom.
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【I am not wrong, right?Do you want to give up at home? 】
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[Barcelona puts more effort to let Milan score one more, won't today's game be stable? 】
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[Milan, with a three-goal lead, is the most dangerous. 】
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[During the lottery, it was said that Milan had little chance, but now they beat the Cosmos team violently, tsk tsk. 】

Barcelona tried to penetrate in, but was quickly taken away by intensive steals.

"Without continuing the siege, Barcelona has to save energy to prepare for the second half of the game."

Milan's formation changed again. Qin Yun's position was between the defense line and the midfielder, becoming a key point of delivery.

"The role was reversed, Milan had the ball for more than six minutes, more than before combined."

The Barcelona fans in the stands are like wild cats with fried fur. Where is their most proud possession of the ball?

Even if you can't score a goal, at least you must hold football at your feet.

The constant decline in ball possession makes them feel that they are constantly falling.

Qin Yun frowned. He noticed that his teammates were a little slack.

Prolonged possession of the ball is like alcohol to numb their nerves.

Looking up at the big screen, the time has come to 44 minutes.

Suddenly he saw that Harvey did not know when he reached the 30-meter zone line.

The alarm bell in my heart shook wildly.

Barcelona wants to seize the last time to sneak attack!

"Notice!"

The Milan players woke up like a dream.

Muntari hadn't recovered yet, and the football under his feet couldn't be passed out in time.

Busquets stretched out his foot and poked it.

The soccer ball rolls backwards.

Harvey took the ball and turned around.

The horn of Barcelona's attack suddenly sounded!
"Xavi made a diagonal pass, Messi crossed the ball, the speed of the pass was very fast, and Milan's defenders gradually couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm!"

Iniesta touches the ball with his left foot and then buckles in with his right foot.

“Fried meatballs!”

"Xiaobai's signature trick!"

De Jong turned and tugged at Iniesta's clothes.

"Want a tactical foul!"

Both fell to the ground.

But the football was passed out by Iniesta at some point.

"The referee signaled that the attack is strong, and the game continues!"

Neymar didn't show any fancy skills, and returned the ball safely.

Fabregas followed up, stuffing the ball into the crowd without stopping.

"Harvey!"

"Surrounded by three people!"

But everyone's outstretched legs failed to intercept them.

Harvey lightly slid with the outside of his foot, and the football jumped out of the gap in the circle and slowly rolled to the right.

"Messi is here!"

"Milan's defensive center of gravity is at the front of the penalty area, an excellent opportunity!"

Constant made a side impact and tried his best to catch up, but he couldn't catch up.

Qin Yun backed away slowly with his hands behind his back, he knew that he must never make random moves.

Zapata followed suit and stepped back slowly.

Messi suddenly accelerated, trying to get out of the middle of the two.

The Barcelona fans in the stands stand on tiptoes, arms crossed.

The king of Camp Nou is coming again!

Seems to be finishing the unfinished show.

"Messi is going to start to surpass others!"

"Facing the defense of the two, can he pass?"

"Maybe I should put it another way, can Milan defend it?"

VIP box.

Cruyff gripped the handle of his seat as if he were on the pitch.

Qin Yun gradually coincided with that figure.

number 13?
Number 5!
The duel between the two is still going on.

The players on the Barcelona bench couldn't help standing up and walking to the sidelines.

Allegri lay on the ground and looked into the field from the corner of his eye, there is no end!

under the watchful eyes of all.

Messi speed up again.

Football is like an obedient elf, quietly following the established route.

High-precision ball control at high strides!
People can't see his steps clearly.

Left foot or right foot?

Qin Yun's pressure suddenly increased.

If he stretches out his foot to steal, then Messi will buckle in with his left foot.

If Zapata stretches his foot, then Messi will buckle in with his right foot.

If you don't stretch your feet, you can only watch Messi slip through the middle of the two.

How can someone be so difficult to deal with?
He hates doing multiple choice questions!
　Sorry, everyone, I just got home after working overtime and coded it out. The other two chapters may not be published on time, so I will issue an IOU first.

　　
　
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