Vol 5 Chapter 696: White Knight (6)

When the Inter Milan team once again walked out of the luxurious player aisle, Jose was talking to his assistant while secretly looking back. He didn't know what way these former students would come up with, but he knew that these students would definitely not bow down.
But looking at the surface, he didn't see anything.
The game restarted, Wang Ai no longer withdrew to the top of the penalty area, but was firmly nailed in the penalty area, and Sneijder, Pandev and even Maicon who had assisted in behind him became very decisive. , Once it is predicted that it will not be able to break through, he will decisively kick up and plug into the penalty area.
At first, everyone was a little lack of confidence, so the signs were still not obvious, and Jose didn't pay too much attention to it. It wasn't until the second half of 10 minutes passed and everyone's ideas were gradually unified that the power gradually appeared.
In the 13th minute of the second half, Maicon assisted to pass to Pandev in the corner flag area. Pandev was immediately watched by Pepe. After the two men pushed their arms to make a little gap, Pandev did not rotate his kick and fell on the same spot as Wang Ai. It took a cross of about 5 meters to the front of Real Madrid.
Wang Ai shook off Marcelo’s entanglement, squeezed Carvalho to grab the first point, and turned around to hit the door. If it weren’t for the chasing Ramos, he blocked Wang Ai’s body with his body, Casillas All the sweat came off.
Jose felt the danger, Inter Milan's generals were inspired, and before Jose figured out a way, Inter's first goal came.
In the 17th minute of the second half, Sneijder made a diagonal long pass from the sideline to the Real Madrid goal area. Casillas attacked in the air. Wang Ai, who was originally dragged by Pepera, suddenly shook his arm and broke free. After Pepe’s climb, he accelerated in a few strides and took off almost at the same time as Casillas. It was 10 centimeters higher than Cassie and Wang Ai, who was sprinting to take off, finally touched the football with Cassie’s hands. The top of the ball is the first to touch the ball.
A powerful header was completed in a desperate way from the top of Cassie's hands and eyes.
Finally breaking the long blockade, Wang Ai opened his arms and roared at the blue-black cheering in the stands. Behind him were the grinning Pepe and the expressionless Cassie.
Looking at the "hypocrite" who hugged and celebrated with his former disciples, Jose shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and was able to seal this guy for an hour. It was still under the circumstances that his team members had done well enough. NS. A forward with almost no weaknesses is simply terrifying.
The veteran Carvalho appears so dull, the strong Ramos appears so bulky, the fierce Pepe appears so rough, the clever Marcelo appears so delicate...As long as he is there, victory is always full of uncertainty. Sexuality, the game is always easy to become a test of offensive ability.
Determined Jose stood up again and commanded the kick-off. Since I can't fully restrict you, it's better to attack! Similarly, the Inter Milan generals who were motivated by this ball and resolutely also completely let go of their hands and feet.
The last half hour of the game became the essence and climax of the audience, which everyone did not expect, whether it was Florentino or Moratti in the box, whether it was Barcelona in Catalonia or Chelsea in Stamford Bridge. , After this master-disciple duel has a winner and loser on both sides, it becomes the stage where the winner is the winner.
Under Jose's frequent command, the Inter Milan defense line, which seemed to be commanded by a clumsy computer program, was penetrated twice. With the delivery of Inter's attack system regardless of the cost, and with the cooperation of the dragon-like active and deadly Wang Ai, Inter also responded with two holes through the Real Madrid goal.
Even at the last moment, the two sides were still looking for a chance to score, until the referee regretfully blew the whistle, and the score of the game stayed at 4:3.
The listless Melingers, who were suppressed by the brave and fearless Inter Milan and Neira Zuri, finally came alive. The white handkerchiefs filled the stands of Real Madrid fans like flowers on the spring grassland. When Wang Ai walked to the sidelines and shook hands with Leonardo, he took the initiative to come to Jose. When Jose held Wang Ai's head in both hands and said something amidst the noise, the applause of the fans from both sides converged.
"You performed very well, the second long shot was unexpected, and the third direct free kick is your best skill. No one can make a backcourt foul." This is the first sentence of Jose in the noise. .
Panting Wang Ai grinned: "They intercepted too fiercely, and they cooperated too well."
"You are doing the right thing. At this time, you must be decisive, and you must be a little bit more selfish, just like a South American player." Jose's eyes flashed with a light called "to be a good teacher."
"It's too dangerous." Wang Ai said in fear.
"We won, didn't we? The result is good." Jose patted Wang Ai on the shoulder happily: "Well, the weather is very cold. Don't catch a cold."
After speaking, Jose turned around and took a coat, and when it was unfolded, he was going to hand it to Wang Ai. He could not help seeing the Real Madrid logo on the coat and the blue and black on Wang Ai... The intimate atmosphere between the two was instantly broken. It's not Stamford Bridge or Meazza, it's the Bernabeu.
I can't go back.
After just two seconds of stupefaction and embarrassment, the two smiled freely and effortlessly, the assistant took the jacket in Jose's hand, and the master and apprentice embraced for the last time.
Jose said: "Good luck."
Wang Ai said, "I'm waiting for you at Meazza."
"Luckily you didn't really put on that coat." Angelo Moratti joked with Wang Ai on the way back to the hotel: "Otherwise the sponsors will be unhappy, oh, maybe this is Jose. A trap deliberately set for you."
Wang Ai laughed, he understood what Angelo's "trap" meant. As Inter Milan’s decline has become increasingly apparent, the voices of the outside world about his transfer have become more and more high. Wang Ai even received a call from Florentino himself. As in previous years, the combination of Real Madrid and Wang Ai was once again Crazy.
So if Jose really put that coat on Wang Ai, it would be almost an "official announcement."
Regarding the scandal with Real Madrid, Wang Ai did not refute the rumors. On the one hand, he used the news to pressure Bayern, and on the other hand, he secretly conveyed the message of "goodbye" to Neilazuli.
He doesn't want to cry for parting. Although he has been very happy in Milan for the past two years or so, and he will never forget the shirtless early winter at home when he just arrived in Milan, he always has to leave. It is better to be free and easy.
If it hadn't been for the addition of the Hercules Cup last year to make his reputation "red and purple", and the next step would be "red and black", he would leave last summer. This is for precipitation and to reverse his negative view of "never loyal". Accompanying Inter Milan at its peak this year, there will be no less honors and no less exercises that should be done, so I will temporarily lower my head and wait for the next one to set sail.