Coach Live Raiders

Chapter 42 We won!

At the last moment, all Inter Milan fans couldn't help standing up, exhausting their last strength, shouting out the soul-stirring cheers, this is all they can do.

Inter did not give up!

They won't give up until the last second, without hearing the whistle for the end of the game!

This is no longer an ordinary Serie A match, it has been given too much meaning!
Battle of Resistance!

Farewell battle!

The battle of rectification!

Battle of dignity!

They are absolutely unwilling to accept a draw, a draw means failure!

There is endless fighting spirit in the eyes of every Inter Milan player!
Even if their exhausted bodies have made their feet slack, even if their unstoppable sweat has made them almost dehydrated, even if their old injuries are already aching, they still have to fight to the last breath!

We never give up!

Just like the man who was standing on the sidelines just now!
He brought Inter Milan victory, brought Inter Milan dignity, and brought Inter Milan that almost forgotten belief!

We want to win!

That cry from the bottom of my heart made all Inter Milan players extremely determined.

Paul Ince was short of breath, and his stamina was close to exhaustion. The moment he received a pass from his teammate in the middle, a huge impact surged from his side, causing him to stagger and almost fell to the ground. The ball was also caught by Florence's defensive players. Piacentini steals it.

The ball is lost!
His eyes went dark, and in a daze, Paul Ince seemed to see the desperate figures of his teammates. Everyone's face was full of desire and pursuit of victory, and they were getting closer.

Shaking his head violently, the green field was still in front of him, and the disappointed sighs of the fans could not be heard beside his ears!

Can't drop the ball!

In the blink of an eye, Paul Ince only had this unshakable thought flashing through his mind!

The exhausted body seemed to be full of strength in an instant, and his feet burst into action, chasing after Piacentini who was dribbling away.

I will never admit defeat!
After experiencing the glory of the Red Devils period and becoming England's first black captain, how high-spirited it is, but now, everything has become a thing of the past!

From England to Italy, voices of doubt and ridicule have been around Paul Ince's ears.

"you're old!"

"I can't play football in England. Is it embarrassing to come to Italy?"

"Is the high salary of Inter Milan hot?"

"Retire, you can't bear the hope of Inter Milan's revival!"

Paul Ince never responded, never refuted, just being himself seriously, he always knew what he wanted!
I am not old!
I can still kick!

I can still help Inter win the championship!

I came to Italy not for money, but to prove myself again!

Just like now, I have not given up, let alone give up!

Under the eruption of Paul Ince, the whole person rose into the air, slid out on his side, and shoveled towards Piacentini from behind diagonally. The unmatched momentum made people's pupils dilate, as if there was something To burst from the chest cavity.

Under the reflection of the stadium lights, the studs on the soles flashed a dazzling light, the murderous intent was endless, and the chills shuddered!

After shoveling the ball, the huge inertia caused Paul Ince to bring down Piacentini, and the two fell together.

The soil mixed with grass got into the mouth, but Paul Ince had no time to spit it out. Under the unbelievable eyes of Piacentini beside him, he struggled to get up, his body was in a mess, but he was determined and persistent to move forward.

What I lost, I snatched back!
As if exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, Paul Ince distributed the ball to Carlos on the wing, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the kind of relieved smile.

However, Paul Ince still didn't relax, dragging his exhausted and overwhelmed body, he still rushed forward with all his strength.

He didn't know if he would have the chance to catch up with his teammates and shoot a long shot to bombard the goal, but even if there was a chance, he would not stop!

No one has given up, and neither will he. This is his persistence!
Carlos quickly stepped in and received a pass that was almost entrusted by Paul Ince. Two Fiorentina players, Amoruso and Orlando, appeared in front of him immediately.

Staring at each other, everyone's eyes were full of malicious intentions, as if they were saying——Come on, let me see if I don't break your leg!

fear?

does not exist!
Brute force may not be the best way to solve a problem, there are simpler ways, so why not try it!

Carlos smiled contemptuously, and lightly moved the outer instep of his right foot towards the ball. The ball rolled in the direction that it was Freci who came to meet him.

Immediately afterwards, under the surprised eyes of Amoruso and Orlando, Carlos suddenly started, passing between them before they had time to close the door, and at this moment, the ball suddenly appeared beside him forward.

Two over two!
With the cooperation of Fresci, Carlos got rid of Amoruso and Orlando cleanly!

Like a violent locomotive rushing towards Florence's position, his indomitable momentum is enough for him to tear everything in front of him, full of violent aesthetics.

Amidst the fanatical cheers from the fans, Carlos directly dribbled the ball to the bottom line, exhausted all his strength, and hit the ball over the Fiorentina penalty area with a cross that he once disliked the most but now loves to the bone.

Looking at the ball flying high, Carlos knew that he had completed his mission.

Brothers, come on!

To win!
In the penalty area, players from both sides had already been entangled together, and Branca was surrounded by three Fiorentina defensive players.

Fearless!

Standing at thirty, he has already experienced everything on the court, came to Inter Milan for a few seasons, and retired safely. This was Branca's idea.

But at this moment, Blanca was ashamed of what she had thought!
Passionate, like a fledgling boy, full of endless passion for this green field!
He knew that all this was brought to him by the charismatic interim coach.

He found his passion again, awakened his fighting spirit, and everything has become no longer ordinary!
The blood is still alive!

Surrounded by opponents, Branca seemed to be bouncing high with infinite strength, and headed towards the ball with all his strength, as if what he was chasing was not the ball, but life!

Several defensive players around him also jumped high, scrambling to head towards the ball to clear the siege. The fierce competition in the air made everyone hold their breath, and it was difficult to breathe.

The opponent who was trying his best to block and the goalkeeper who was waiting in full force made it impossible for Blanca to directly head the goal. The direction of the goal was completely blocked.

Regrettably, but not flinching, Branca decided in an instant to use another way to break through Fiorentina's goal.

Header ferry!

No one expected him to choose this way.

Therefore, when he gave up his head-shaking attack, no one could stop him.

"Blanca Blanca flew up. Surrounded by many enemies, Blanca headed towards the ball!"

"Header!"

"No!"

"Blanca chose to ferry the header at that moment!"

The commentator was so excited that he forgot everything, and roared hoarsely, completely forgetting that he was still doing a live broadcast!

Staying in the air, Blanca even had enough time to observe the running positions of his teammates inside and outside the penalty area. In the end, where his eyes focused, he locked on a firm figure, and the surrounding area of ​​that figure was impressively empty.

Go on!

With the desire of all of us to win, with our common commitment!
To win!
The hearts of all Inter Milan fans seemed to have reached their throats, and they seemed to be able to jump out at any time. Their eyes were all on the figure running towards the ball, which was extremely hot.

Zanetti!
The figure rushing towards the ball was Zanetti!
He is not the loyal guard of Inter Milan in another time and space, not the legendary team soul of Inter Milan, nor the spiritual leader and symbol of Inter Milan in the hearts of all fans.

He is just an ordinary player who just joined Inter Milan, no one knows what his future will be like!
But his desire for victory and his love and loyalty to Inter Milan are by no means less than anyone else, even hotter.

Bruno's words made him find his career goal at once - becoming a legend in Inter Milan!

If he didn't love Inter Milan, he would not come to Apennines from the far southern hemisphere, let alone choose to join Inter Milan.

Now that you are here, you must write your own legend here.

Loyalty, the adjective of the highest praise has deeply touched Zanetti's heart.

I will dedicate my entire career to Inter Milan, lead Inter Milan forward, continue to win victories and honors, and let the glory of Inter Milan shine in the entire world of football!
I want to be the legend of Inter Milan forever!
Before that, I have to atone for my own goal.

Maybe my teammates won't blame me, but I will never forgive myself easily!

Unless I can bring the final victory to the team!

Then, explode!

Facing Branca's header ferry, Zanetti rushed to the landing point before everyone else, and before the ball landed, he raised his right leg backwards and hit the ball hard with all his strength.

With Zanetti's determination, Branca's belief, Carlos' expectation, and everyone's desire for victory, the ball fell like a comet towards Fiorentina's goal without any spin.

At that moment, the whole world had lost its sound and returned to silence. The ball that touched everyone's hearts made them tremble all over, unable to make a sound.

Bruno stood there with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and he never took his eyes off the ball for a moment. The excitement made him feel the urge to scream up to the sky.

This is the Inter Milan he coaches, a fearless Inter Milan!

Maybe tomorrow I will no longer be your head coach, but no matter where I go in the future, I will be extremely proud!
Yes, you are my pride!
I'm so proud of you guys that I've coached so well!
Even if you are not the most dazzling football stars on this earth, in my heart, you will always be the most unique existence.

Raising his right hand high and punching forward, Bruno was completely hysterical, shouting with all the fans, deafeningly carrying their most sincere desire.

The ball seemed to have carried the will of all Inter Milan people, and flew towards Fiorentina's goal violently, unstoppable.

Over Barty, over Rui Costa, over Blanca, and finally, when Toldo's save became a symbolic action, the ball flew into Fiorentina's goal without hesitation.

Meazza erupted suddenly, like a torrent, like a tsunami, like an earthquake encircling the entire Pacific Ocean, earth-shattering!

we won!

　This chapter almost caused Dabu to vomit blood, and it took a long time to brew his emotions. He learned the climax writing method of the zombie dance boss, and changed it several times under the boss's guidance. Although it has not been changed to the most satisfactory level, Dabu Bu felt that he had made progress!Ha ha!
　　
　
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