Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

Everyone in the room, including Milan's players, team doctors, referees, and Inter players, as well as the 83,000 fans, were watching Ibrahimovic eat chocolate.

After eating the chocolate, Ibrahimovic greedily licked his fingers, and presented the broadcast screen to the audience watching the Milan derby around the world.

The audience also saw this scene through the two giant screens of the Meazza Stadium.

"Aha? Is Eevee alive again? "

I saw Casey running over with a cardiac defibrillator, is Eevee having a heart problem?"

"No, there is a heart problem, how to eat chocolate, this is chocolate, or a quick relief pill!"

"You see Eevee's chocolate-intoxicated look, it's not like he has a physical problem, I think he's fine."

"It's really strange, he seems to be very hungry, is this not lunch?"

"Hahaha, I still have half a packet of potato chips here, or I'll go down and get them to him!"

It's not just the question mark in the audience's heads, but Milan coach Pioli is also puzzled.

He repeatedly touched his bald head

, "What's the matter, when Ibrahimovic was introduced in winter, there was no problem with his physical examination, why did this situation suddenly appear, strange..."

On Inter's side, Bastoni breathed a long sigh of relief!

"It seems that Eevee's heart is fine, it's okay!"

If this guy has a heart attack because he is defended by himself, although Bastoni is not responsible on the court, he is still a little overwhelmed.

Brozovic scolded directly: "Damn, this guy has a problem, I didn't eat lunch, what kind of ball to play!"

Only Ye Chen showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Cai, Ye Chen's torture, through thirty years of dust, straight to the depths of Ibu's soul!

"If you spit again, there will be no bread for tonight and tomorrow!"

This sentence, spoken in the local dialect of Malmö, a small city in Ibrahimovic's hometown, instantly brought Ibrahimovic's memory back to that miserable night thirty years ago....

At that time, 9-year-old little Eevee was lying weakly on the cold floor of his home, and he didn't even have the strength to moan.

This is his father's punishment for his rebellion, "If you spit at Lao Tzu, I will starve you for a day and a half!" "

Nine-year-old little Ibrahimovic was so hungry that his eyes were starving, and the sky was spinning and out of his mind.

"Woo hoo, Dad, I was wrong, I don't dare to spit at you anymore, I want bread, I want bread!"

Until the end, little Eevee didn't even have the strength to cry.

He even hallucinated, using the sofa leg as a chicken leg and clicking and nibbling!

The hunger of "near death" and the hideous and angry face of his father, thirty years later, are still engraved in Eevee's deep mind and have become indelible childhood ghost stories!

Eevee, who is almost confused, still remembers the taste of suffering, the terrifying face when his father said that sentence!

Thirty years later, hearing this sentence again from Ye Chen's mouth, speaking in the dialect of his hometown, Ibrahimovic's body produced a stress response after trauma.

He immediately felt a flood of hunger.

Obviously I ate very full at the Milan base restaurant at noon, but I felt very hungry all of a sudden!

Heart-wrenching hunger, "dying" hunger!

So Ibrahimovic's body has the same hypoglycemic stress response as it did thirty years ago.

He covered his chest, pale and paralyzed on the ground, making exactly the same movements as that night thirty years ago!

After eating the chocolate, Eevee was in better spirits and eased up.

With the help of the team doctor, he sat up, looked around, and uttered a shocking quote:

"Bread! Whoever brings me a piece of bread, I want bread! "



"bread! Whoever brings me a piece of bread, I want bread! "

At this time, the Milan players have begun to wonder if there is something wrong with Ibrahimovic's spirit...

"Brother, in the stadium, where do we go to find bread for you?" Casey said helplessly.

"Bread, I want bread..." Hearing

that there was no bread, Eevee's expression suddenly darkened, and a terrifying hunger surged up again!

In his mind, he remembered that day thirty years ago, after finally surviving a day and a half, his father threw him half a slice of toast bread.

All the deliciousness in the world is not comparable to the taste of that piece of bread!

Boom!

Eevee clutched his chest and moaned, kneeling on the ground, he hallucinated and took Casey as his father.

He hugged Casey's thigh:

"Dad, I was wrong, I don't dare to spit at you anymore, give me a piece of bread!"

Casey looked at the team's big brother calling his father, and was frightened and stupid on the spot: "Don't be, I'll find you bread!"

"Must have bread!" After Eevee said the last sentence, his eyes closed and he collapsed to the ground with a plop.

Several Milanese players hurried to the North Stand and asked the Milanese fans for bread.

"If any of you have bread, give it to me!"

The fans were happy and threw down a pile of food.

Casey picked them up in turn and found potato chips, chocolate, bananas, but no bread.

"There is no bread, Eevee wants bread, what can be done, he fainted again!"

A little caddy wearing an Inter shirt with his back to them leaning against a billboard caught Çalhanoğlu's attention.

"Little fatty, give me the hot dog on your hand!" Çalhanoğlu roared!

The young Inter caddie, who picks up the ball at home, turns around, holds a half-volley hot dog in his hand, and his cheeks are stuffed and chewy.

He took advantage of the pause in the game to take out a hidden hot dog from his pants and eat it.

Suddenly, three big black men dressed in the opponent's AC Milan jersey rushed towards him murderously, and the little caddy was suddenly frightened!

Wow screamed, dropped the hot dog and ran.

Kathy picked up the hot dog and ran over to bring it to Eevee.

After eating the hot dog, Ibrahimovic's face improved significantly.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up contented.

"Ibrahimovic, please get off the field immediately for treatment, don't delay the game!"

The referee now understands.

This guy Ibrahimovic doesn't have any heart problems at all, he just faints from hunger!

Tens of thousands of us in the audience, and tens of millions of viewers in front of the TV, all watch you engage in food broadcasting?

Ibrahimovic smiled and waved his hand.

"Referee, team doctor, I'm fine, my heart is fine, please resume the game immediately, I can continue to play without going off the field for treatment."

Ibrahimovic understood what his problems were, so after eating the bread, he was immediately revived with blood and could continue playing.

The referee glared as if looking at a retard, and then walked away.

The Milan team doctor exited, the referee blew his whistle and the game continued!

Eevee looked at Ye Chen's eyes and became vicious.

This dog day kid, use this way to yin me, my taekwondo black belt 5 dan level, but not in vain, see how I yin back!