Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Candreva's excited reaction was completely beyond Conte's expectations!

His pupils shrank violently, and a terrifying expression appeared on his face.

In his more than ten years of coaching career, he has encountered many thorns in the team.

Some of these thorns, some quarreled with him on the training ground about the penalty of a ball; some, although they did not speak on the surface, secretly blasphemed Conte to the media; some did not work hard on the court, Deliberately bad.

However, it was the first time he encountered someone who refused to come on as a substitute!

This is tantamount to blatantly violating the head coach's tactical deployment and contradicting him on the surface.

"Candreva, can you say it again?" Conte clenched his hand into a fist and raised it, trembling slightly.

"I said change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen!"

Candreva was afraid that Conte would not hear him, so he shouted three times, one louder than the other!

The Bologna audience behind the bench heard it, and they raised their heads curiously towards Conte, wanting to see what happened to the Inter Milan bench.

"what happened?"

"It seems like Conte and Candreva had an argument."

"Hahahaha, they are lagging behind, so they are naturally upset, let's start a fight!"

Conte was so angry that the top of his forehead was smoking. He pushed Ye Chen away and shouted at Candreva:

"Ye Chen must rest and prepare for the Champions League in the middle of the week!"

"I'm the head coach. Whoever I let play will play. It's not your turn to point and point. You have no right to talk to me like that!"

Candreva sneered, and pointed to the timing board on the big screen of the stadium, pointing to 87:23, too lazy to talk to Conte, that means, time is running out, you can figure it out.

"Candreva, play!" Assistant coach Stellini came over to ease the situation.

But the two still ignored each other.

The other teammates on the bench finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Barrera, Bastoni, Eriksson, Devlai, Lukaku, Lautaro, these main players who sat on the bench for almost the entire game, surrounded Conte.

"Mr. Conte, time is running out, please let Ye Chen play!"

"Ye Chen can score, he can score, we need to score!"

"It's been 87 minutes, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait any longer, our Serie A champion is about to fly!"

The players looked extremely angry, and even attracted the players who were playing football on the field, and couldn't help but cast their eyes here.

A stadium photographer approached with a camera and took pictures of Inter Milan's bench.

In the broadcast screen, there were pictures of players arguing with Conte.

"Did something happen? Why did you siege the city?" Zhang Lu asked curiously.

"Oh? Conte seems to be arguing with the players on the bench," Duan Xuan's eyes widened. "The players seem to be very angry, and they seem to be asking Conte for an explanation."

Assistant coach Stellini's eyes were sharp, and he saw the picture on the big screen in the stadium.

He hurried to Conte, dragged him out of the crowd, pointed at the big screen in the stadium, looked nervous, and said in a low voice:

"Boss, it's all on the live broadcast, hurry up and change to Ye Chen, or things will get bigger!"

Conte touched his chin unwillingly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, then change to Ye Chen. Anyway, it's only a few minutes. Ye Chen can turn the situation around? These idiots don't prepare for the UEFA Champions League. Is a Serie A champion so valuable? I even took three of them." Already!"

In the 89th minute of the game, Ye Chen finally played.

Moses, who was replaced, ran all the way to Ye Chen's side, and patted his shoulder heavily, "Come on, see you brother!"

It can be seen that the players on the field are also very likely to win, but the temporary lineup is really powerless.

As soon as Ye Chen came on the field, he didn't run a few steps when the fourth official off the field raised the stoppage time sign.

Add 4 minutes.

"Ye Chen came in too late, the time left for him is only 4 minutes!"

"Yeah, the feet are not running hot, the game is coming to an end!"

"Conte is sick. Why did he go early? Only at this time can he score goals. This is sincerely trying to kill Inter Milan!"

"I have already said that Conte is an undercover agent sent by Juventus, now you believe it!"

"Stop arguing, let's see if Ye Chen can create a miracle, at least he can equalize, Bologna can't just take away three points."

"Come on, Ye Chen, score a goal!"

Ye Chen's appearance instantly activated the netizens in the live broadcast room. They played barrage on their mobile phones one after another, venting their dissatisfaction and cheering for Ye Chen at the same time.

The players on the field, because of Ye Chen's appearance, their confidence doubled instantly!

Ye Chen's first touch with the ball changed the situation on the field.

Facing the double-teaming of Bologna's midfielder, Brozovic cursed a curse word when his body lost his balance, and barely poked the ball past Ye Chen's feet.

Ye Chen didn't stop the ball, he just swiped it with the outside of his foot and pushed it to Sanchez who was cruising to the right!

On Sanchez's side, the situation suddenly became clear!

The Chileans are getting older, and their explosive power and shooting skills have declined a lot.

But after all, he is an old player who won the championship in Barcelona. His awareness of running is still outstanding, and his foundation of catching and playing the ball is still there.

Sanchez took the ball on the right and drove the ball to the ribs of the penalty area!

The Bologna players have been attacking the entire game, and their physical fitness has reached their limit.

The cooperation between Ye Chen and Sanchez had a sudden change in rhythm, which caught them off guard.

Several defensive players chased back and approached Sanchez, as if blocking him outside the penalty area.

At the end of the game, Sanchez suddenly came to power!

He made a Marseille roundabout and passed the first defender.

"Seal him!" The No.2 guard rushed over.

Sanchez was extremely calm, and he made an action that everyone could not have imagined.

An ox tail is extraordinary, piercing the defender's crotch!

"Ye Chen!" Sanchez passed to the penalty spot.

Ye Chen ran from the right all the way to the middle, and rushed to the horse, the ball touched the ball, and he shot violently, boom!

Break the door!

"In, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in, in!"

"Inter scored a goal!"

Duan Xuan jumped up against the table and shouted "N come in!"

Zhang Lu, who had been suffocated all night, finally smiled, put her hands on the commentary chair, and sat upright.

"It's not easy. Inter Milan's normal fourth shot finally hit the goal and equalized the score!"

"Scoring a goal depends on Ye Chen!"

He secretly scolded Conte in his heart as a waste.

If Ye Chen came 10 minutes earlier, maybe Ye Chen would be able to lead Inter to comeback!

It's a pity that the game has reached 91 and a half minutes, and it will be over in two and a half minutes. The time left for Ye Chen is too little.

Inter Milan's young player Esposito was extremely excited. He finally competed with Ye Chen and saw his goal.

"Good job, Ye Chen!"

Esposito wanted to celebrate with Ye Chen, but Ye Chen pushed him away!

"What are you celebrating, hurry up and pick up the ball, hurry up!" Ye Chen anxiously pointed at the ball in the goal and shouted at Esposito.

Esposito was stunned for a second, and then at a speed of sprinting [-] meters, he took the ball out of Bologna's goal and ran to the center circle to put it away.

Ye Chen ran back and shouted to his teammates on the left and right:

"Quick, hurry back to our half, let Bologna kick off, brothers, there is still time, hurry up!"