Vol 3 Chapter 384: Sudden change in 3 minutes
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Golden Greenery
- Zhuo Setong
- 1226 characters
- 2021-01-30 05:55:14
Zhuo Yang's replacement in the field was purely because Real Madrid found that his physical condition was worrisome during the routine physical examination after being gathered and approached the critical point of easy injury. This is normal. In the past two months, Zhuo Yang is the team with the highest attendance rate and has not missed the one-minute game.
Therefore, Mourinho can only put his strategic weapon on the bench to frighten people, if not, it will not be used. However, although the body is very tired, Zhuo Yang's mood is very excited, happy lark.
Altentop, who was chatting with Zhuo Yang, was not in a good mood, but he was so infected that he forgot all the sorrows at the moment.
In the past two international competition days, the final play-offs of the 2012 European Cup qualifiers have ended, and all 16 strong teams in Mingxia have been put on their own.
Turkey's two rounds were suppressed by Croatia 3:0, and they can only sigh to look at Poland and Ukraine next year. The 29-year-old Altentop is the captain of Turkey.
Some people are glorious and others are glorious. Cristiano Ronaldo led his Portugal. In the crucial second round of the play-offs, 6:2 slashed black under the horse. The captain of Ronaldo made two shots and two passes.
Of course, Spain is the most powerful, and the Matador has won the group stage early in the group stage, and the world champion is domineering. So Casillas and Ramos are very confident no matter who they compete with.
Another winner was Germany. Grandfather, Piglet, Sponge, He face, Eyan, Erwa, plus Westman, Zhai Zepek, and Uncle Prois, the German team became a horse. The world of Dieborg.
The other teams that Zhuo Yang cares about, Italy, France, and the Netherlands all made it directly with the top of the group. Those five have forced Zhuo Yang to express his support for next summer. Zhuo Yang said that the Netherlands will always be the champion, because those few goods can not beat him, De Tu can.
There is also Greece, and they also qualify. Greece’s No. 18 Ninis is in the f-fighting team, which is very chic, and Georgia captain Karaze is deeply affected.
After starting in the second half, Zhuo Yang and Big Top still talked hotly. No one on the bench of Real Madrid understood German and did not know what they were talking about, but from the aspect of expression and body language, it was absolutely not related to football or the game. .
Mourinho also walked out of the coach seat impatiently, and everything looked the same as in the first half. Including fans of the Bat Corps at Mestalla Stadium, their cry was as listless as in the first half.
Brazil's midfielder Jonas, as in the previous 50 minutes, did not have any creative foot diagonally passed to the side, but this time, there was a wind blowing there.
Pablo Hernandez was like an arrow in the blast, a very simple pass by the ball, and Granero and Aveloja who were defensively deflected back and forth were immediately thrown behind him, half a breath, he then At the same time as football appeared on the bottom line of Real Madrid.
Pablo Hernandez did not slip into the penalty area from the bottom line, although he didn't do that even if he was ten meters in a circle and without obstruction, because he didn't know what he was going to do. His only skill is fast, the wind is as fast.
Pablo Hernandez made a direct pass on Zama's brakes, and the football passed was as scary as a shot. Casillas could not break through the gate and intercept, because it was too fast.
Pepe did not rush before, but Ramos rushed later but could only watch, because Soldado in the middle of them floated over early.
With a shovel shot, the football hit the net, 1:1, Real Madrid's entire back line is still in the clouds.
There is no tactical routine, there is the technical content of a fart, the sidewalk is hard to eat and the bottom is passed, the middle road is rushed to grab points, it is so simple and rude. Mourinho looked down on such pediatrics, but you never know which cloud will rain or which evil wind will infiltrate human hair.
Three minutes later, the same scene was staged again. Jonas's pass was not as good as it was just now, and the pass was bigger and went straight to the bottom line.
Pablo Hernandez got up again. He simply bypassed the sideline and went side by side with Granero trying to get stuck. Then he overtook Aveloa from behind and pressed the bottom line with a shovel. The football swept towards the middle.
Pepe is in front, Ramos is in the back, Soldado pokes in the middle, the score becomes 2:1.
Mourinho looked down on it, Valencia overtook the score, the numbers on the big screen were the last word.
What can you do in three minutes? You can make a comeback in three minutes! When another three minutes later Soldado once again shot Pablo Hernandez's cross into the goal, Mourinho felt himself going to collapse. Fortunately, the referee saved him, Soldado was offside slightly, the ball was invalid.
Pablo Hernandez bullied people. In the 63rd minute, Granero and Aveloa continued to be non-existent in his eyes. However, Ramos, who only took a long time to eat three crops, finally put Soldado very tightly this time, making him unable to comfortably lift his feet.
However, Soldado's soccer shot hit the hands of the fallen master.
This time, the referee also saved Ramos. He thought it was unintentional handball and ignored the protests of the Valencians.
Mourinho quietly tipped his toes on the sidelines and paused. After all, he turned his heart back from his throat and back into the cavity~EbookFREE.me~ After swallowing his saliva and making sure it was stable, Mu Shuai shouted: "enough!"
Everyone on the bench from Real Madrid was taken aback, and even the two German crows who had been restless were silent.
"Have you two talked enough?"
Zhuo Yang looked at Mu Shuai innocently: What do you want to do?
"Enough talk, come on."
Say it early! Zhuo Yang and Great Altintop started to change clothes immediately, and they wore thick clothes in late November. Zhuo Yang is different from everyone else, he used to take off his pants first.
After both of them took off short hits, Mourinho pointed impatiently at the big top: "You, you, don't worry about you."
Big Top: "..."
"Spicy dance" Mu Shuai's call, Albiol resembled his clothes, and he brushed himself clean with two strokes. After his quickness, he caught up with Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang and Spicy Dance stood side by side, waiting for Mu Shuai's instructions, Mourinho's face sank like water.
"Zhuo Yang, an hour. You talked for an hour without stopping."
Zhuo Yang shrugged indifferently.
"I want to know what you are talking about? Can you chat so happy?"
"José, I have to criticize you. As a good head coach, you should always pay attention to the game on the court, not to care about chats that have nothing to do with the game." Zhuo Yang sincerely ordered Mourinho. nod.
"You also know that chatting has nothing to do with the game?" Mourinho said: "This is exactly what I am curious about. What topic makes you both so happy."
Zhuo Yang patted his shoulder with a smile: "Trust me, Jose, you won't want to know."