number one striker

Chapter 197 The game has just begun

"The fucking air conditioner is broken?!" Mota returned to the locker room, but felt as if he had entered an ice cellar, and he shivered from the cold.

Balotelli wrapped his scarf tightly and muttered: "It's a good thing I didn't play."

The other players came in one by one and sat on the bench in silence.

Mourinho turned his back to everyone and said nothing.

Faria, who was the last to come in, closed the door, and the locker room was quiet except for the singing of Roma fans overhead.

"We are Rome!

The greatest Rome in Italy!
What shit international!
What shit Milan!
What shit Mourinho!
What shit Caesar!
We are leading 2:0!

The final champion is also us!

Rome is the greatest champion! "

"You were scolded too." Balotelli teased Caesar recklessly, but was slapped on the forehead by Materazzi.

"Ber~~~"

The sound seemed to wake Mourinho up. When he looked back, the drawing on the tactical board was messy.

He dropped the marker on the ground with a crisp sound.

"It's really cold, isn't it." Mourinho rubbed his hands and looked around the silent crowd, "Just like everyone's mood now, of course I am the same."

"I admit that I was played hard by Ranieri once. It can be said that I lost completely and there is no room for excuse. The second conceded goal is also my responsibility. I failed to change tactics in time, which made you look a little confused."

Lucio stood up: "No, coach, I was too impulsive, I shouldn't."

"Sit down, my dear Lucio, now is not the time for you to be a hero." Mourinho waved his hand, "The two conceded goals are my problem, you just followed the wrong arrangement."

"We have a responsibility too."

"Too much rush"

"They got excited"

Everyone chattered a few words, and Mourinho nodded: "Yes, that's it. It can be said that the first half was a very unsuccessful 45 minutes. If I had to choose, I would rather spend a good night with a 298kg tank than stand on the sidelines and be laughed at by 8 people."

"Fortunately, we still have 45 minutes, we still have a chance, don't we?"

Caesar and the others sat up straight, Mourinho's words had an effect, and everyone was not so depressed.

"Although I was stuffed with shit by Ranieri, it was only 2:0. Since they can score two goals, we can do the same. No, we can score three, four or even more! Because we are Inter Milan! An Inter Milan that is 3 times greater than Rome!"

"That's right!" Materazzi waved Balotelli's scarf, "Roma counts!"

"The second half! I need all of you to play 12 points! The Romans ran 100 meters, we ran 200 meters! They shot one kick, we hit two goals! Everyone run for me! Let me see, in the face of adversity, whether you are still so strong! Let us step on the corpse of the Romans! Once again have the advantage of being high above the world! Win the 1th consecutive Serie A championship!!"

"That's right!"

"We will definitely win!"

"Inter will win!"

Everyone was excited, but Balotelli stood in front of the air conditioner next to the wall.

"Eh? The air conditioner is ready!" Balotelli was pleasantly surprised, the warm air blowing on his bald head was very comfortable.

"Can they regain their strength?" Zhang Yu drank coffee to warm his body, Leonardo shook his head: "I don't know, in terms of strength, Inter Milan must be above Rome. It's a pity that Ranieri is very shrewd and played Mourinho."

"I hope they can adjust it during the intermission." Zhang Yu threw away the paper cup, but was teased by Leonardo: "Why, you also became an Inter Milan fan?"

Zhang Yu shook his head: "Of course not, I just can't bear the arrogance of those two."

She pursed her red lips and pointed to the two fat men beside Leonardo.

Fabio and Antonio are having fun, cursing Caesar and Mourinho while writing manuscripts.

"What do you write?" Leonardo asked.

Fabio and the two turned the laptop around, and Zhang Yu and the other looked over.

""The reason for Inter Milan's fiasco! A certain emperor dated a world famous model before the game?!""

""Caesar's state is extremely bad! Did he get weak legs by a supermodel?""

"Rosie Whitley? Is she Caesar's girlfriend?" Zhang Yu asked in surprise.

"Whatever, anyway, I took photos of them messing around." Fabio raised his phone and smiled triumphantly.

Antonio pulled Rafabio, now is not the time to be proud, what if these two people take the lead.

"Hmph, they deserve to be called reporters." Zhang Yu pouted, and cast a blank glance at the two who had walked away.

"If Inter Milan really loses to Roma today, I'm afraid these two people will cause countless disturbances. Dating before the game is nothing, but there are many opinions about the poor state. Today Caesar really has no chance. If they say so, I am afraid that jumping into the Yellow River will not clear it up." Leonardo and Zhang Yu stayed for a long time, and also learned a few Chinese proverbs.

"Come on, Caesar! Don't let them succeed!" Zhang Yu began to cheer for Caesar.

"They suppressed them miserably in the first half, but if you think about it carefully, there are actually many loopholes in Roma's defense." Milito and Caesar said.

Both Riise and Cassetti are offensively strong and defensively weak. If it weren't for the confusion in Inter Milan's midfield and the inability to hand the ball to Caesar, they would have been beaten through long ago.

"It depends on whether the midfielder can control the ball." Caesar nodded at Motta and Sneijder, who will take on the heavy responsibility of the team's counterattack.

"Okay! The second half of the game begins!"

"Inter Milan has undergone a midfield adjustment! Can it regain its strength?!"

Fabio and Antonio changed places and continued typing, having fun while masturbating.

It didn't take long for them to hear the exclamation of the Roma fans.

Looking up, Caesar caught up with the ball and faced Rome goalkeeper Sergio directly.

"What happened!" The two were dumbfounded.

Elisa quickly explained: "Cambiasso steals Mene! Inter counterattacks! De Rossi rushes to grab Cambiasso! The Argentine poked the ball out with his toe!"

"Motta keeps the ball and Sneijder cooperates one-two! Motta goes through! Caesar comes out from behind Cassetti! No offside! Inter Milan has a great chance!"

Caesar has been hiding behind Cassetti, this guy played smoothly in the first half, and almost stayed in the Inter half.

From the beginning of the second half, he has been eager to try, wanting to relive the passion of the first half.

Caesar decisively took advantage of Cassetti's recklessness, directly came to the bottom of the pot, and inserted him from behind.

"Cassetti made a serious mistake! He even missed Caesar!"

Eliza was very excited, and waited for half the time, and finally waited until Caesar was dispatched.

"No!" Antonio and Fabio held out their hands, as if they were the ones guarding the goal.

Unfortunately, Caesar was never soft-footed.

Facing Sergio, he shot a low shot through the opponent's wicket and the ball rolled into the net.

"2:1! Caesar helped the team return a goal!"

After the goal, Caesar had no time to celebrate, and rushed into the net to pick up the ball.

Still one goal behind, they have no right to celebrate.

Mourinho nodded and glanced at Ranieri.

Old Fox, the game has just begun!
(End of this chapter)