"You have successfully completed the task I assigned you, but there are 45 minutes left. Only by completing him within 90 minutes can you be considered truly successful."

"So you have to keep focusing in the second half, keep a stare at him to death, and leave no chances."

"Igor, you are also great, you have world-class performances, keep focusing."

"Ivan, you can do better." Although Elgra gave a penalty, he still praised Elgra.

"Robert, you can cum harder!"

...

...

As for the home team's locker room?

"Zheng,"

"That's it?"

"You were actually stared at by a player who had never even entered the top 50 Golden Globes?"

"You have to find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible. I don't want to see you outside the 50th. I would suspect that the Golden Globes should be awarded to the opponent."

"You have a way, think about it."

Zheng Zhi was speechless.

"Andrea, you have to defeat Zidane, defeat him, you are the number one in the world. Italy can defeat France. This is your goal. But I can't see you now. You are fooled by him, as rotten as the vegetables I eat every night."

Pirlo looked ashamed.

"Marco, you give Morientes too many opportunities. Maybe the next time, it's an irreparable mistake. You can't give Morientes a chance to head the ball, which makes me feel like he's riding on your head and shit!"

Matrazi lowered his head.

"Laurent, if you continue like this, you will probably give Raul the Golden Globes position, and you will become the perfect background emperor!"

Blanco looked serious and let the sweat flow on his face.

...

“man?”

"We have been playing with them for 45 minutes, and we can't continue to kick like this."

"I feel the big ear cup is moving away from us!"

"Don't hesitate! Don't waver! Don't..." Mourinho suddenly stopped halfway.

"Ronnie?"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Mourinho browed and finally created a good atmosphere, but was completely destroyed by Ronaldo. The guy was lowering his head, pulled off his shorts, and looked down!

Depend on!

What kind of behavior is this? Do you really think your brother is going to die?

"Ronnie!"

After being called twice by Mourinho, Ronaldo heard clearly that he was calling himself, so he quickly raised his head.

"ah!"

"Boss."

"I'm just a little worried."

Ronaldo looked embarrassed.

But the scene suddenly burst into laughter, and was amused by Ronaldo, and the atmosphere was completely finished.

Mourinho really didn't expect that his speech at the halftime break in the first Champions League final was not so bad, but it was because of a funny and heartless reason.

All right,

What a sad atmosphere.

Suddenly, his face froze and he roared.

"Just laugh!"

"Do you know what kind of game this is?! Can you actually laugh?"

"Can you guarantee that you won't cry at the end of the game?"

"Who can guarantee it?"

“Stand out!”

The laughter disappeared instantly, and the locker room became quiet again, and even a needle fell to the ground could be heard.

"Okay, I'm too serious."

"You guys remember, if we really want to cry,"

"That's to cry happily, it's to cry with joy!"

"Come on, boy!"

Mourinho took a step forward and punched Zheng Zhi in the chest, and then Pirlo also punched the chest. Mourinho punched everyone in the chest.

Until you walk to Ronaldo.

Bang ~

Mourinho directly attacked Ronaldo's crotch.

"Ouch~"

Ronaldo subconsciously bent down and covered him.

There was a lot of laughter at the scene...

"very good,"

“You guys are optimistic,”

"Very sober!"

"This is very important! It is very important. I need you to be so calm, calm and optimistic on the court!"

"Stay fighting! Bastards!"

...

...

Before appearing in the second half, Mourinho pulled Zheng Zhi to his side and explained to him a few words. Zheng Zhi kept nodding before he re-emerged onto the court.

After he got on the court, he and Dibiagio chatted for a while.

No one noticed this little detail.

"The second half of the game is about to start again, the score is 1:1."

"In the first half, both sides only scored goals through two penalty kicks, and did not score in sports games. Both sides have never scored this score in a half since the group stage."

"Now Inter Milan kicks off, Vieri kicks the ball to Ronaldo..."

"Hey, why did Zheng Zhi run to the right side? Dibiagio is in the middle! Is this going to target Marklele? Marklele was at a loss in the first half and it was difficult to exert its offensive power. Now he is pulling to the side, he should want to avoid him. Zheng Zhi also admits his conscience?"

Huang Jianxiang was very surprised, and the Inter Milan fans in the stands were also very shocked. This is unscientific and does not conform to Zheng Zhi's style. Can't Zheng Zhi beat that Frenchman?

Zheng Zhi doesn't think so. Football is a sport of 11 people. If Zheng Zhi wants to work alone with Marklele alone, it will definitely be fine. But now is not the time to watch him perform. He is the team's midfield commander. He should spend time serving the entire team, rather than asking Marklele to fight alone.

Now Mourinho has adjusted Zheng Zhi to the right position, which is to use simple tactics to break the nail of Marklele.

Zheng Zhi beat the right forward, which was nothing to him, and he was like a fish in water.

He quickly received the ball on the right side. Facing Solari, Solari defended Zheng Zhi for the first time. As a result, Zheng Zhi quickly approached him and immediately threw out a oxtail with his right foot. Solari was stunned and was instantly shaken by Zheng Zhi, and Zheng Zhi pushed it straight up from the left.

"pretty!"

"World-class winger breaks through!"

Huang Jianxiang immediately became excited and finally saw Zheng Zhi taking the initiative to break through.

Zheng Zhi did not cut inward, but continued to dribble the ball along the sideline, with Brazilian Carlos in front.

Come on, Robert! Zheng Zhi is a little excited.

Marclayle in the middle was confused. Zheng Zhi ran to the right. He really didn't think about it, and his mind suddenly had a short circuit.

what to do?

Should he follow him? He ran back slantedly and approached the side road while looking towards the coach's seat.

I happened to see Boske looking over, and his right hand kept waving towards Zheng Zhi.

"Follow the past!"

"Follow me!"
To be continued...