Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

"Facing thousands of waves with pride, blood is like the red sun!"

"The guts are like iron, the bones are like steel!"

"A broad-minded mind and a long-sighted vision!"

"I will work hard and be a good man!"

"Be a good man, and improve yourself every day!"

"A good-blooded man, brighter than the sun!"

Bologna Stadium, in the shower room of the crude locker room, Ye Chen rubbed his hot scalp with shampoo, while singing the song "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" loudly!

With two goals in 4 minutes, Bologna was reversed. This game was enjoyable!

Take it easy!

Slapped Conte in the face!

4 minutes, I only need 4 minutes to lead Inter Milan to reverse.

Conte, did you see that?

Just as Ye Chen finished singing, a strong tenor voice sounded again.

Barrera rushed in naked, turned on the shower, faced the rushing faucet, and opened his arms!

"What a glorious, bright sun, and how clear the sky is after the storm!"

"The fresh air is refreshing, and the sunshine is brilliant!"

"Ah, your eyes shone brightly, as brightly as the sun!"

"The eyes shone brightly, as if the sun were shining brightly!"

The other teammates who were taking a shower also followed Barrera there, howling and screaming!

"Sunshine! Sunny! Sun, brilliant!"

This is just a simple Serie A game, and the victory is nothing but an underdog in the relegation zone.

However, this thrilling process and the pressure on the Inter Milan players are no less than a Champions League final!

More importantly, they defeated the stubborn and conservative Conte in this game!

"To hell with Conte..."

The old captain, Handa, was the first to come out after taking a shower, wearing a white towel, and said in a low voice.

"Go to hell with that idiot Conte!"

Lukaku came out second, naked, and roared!

"Go to hell with Conte!!!"

After the other teammates took a shower, they came out one by one, and each time they came out, they shouted!

Ye Chen was the last one to come out, his wet hair hung under his eyebrows.

He blew upwards, and said meaningfully: "It's dawn."

……

The "All Market" media gave Ye Chen a perfect score of 10 in the post-match score!

They commented like this: "After Ye Chen came on the field, there was only 4 minutes left for him, but Ye Chen proved to the whole world that as long as he plays, even in stoppage time, he can create miracles!"

And Conte gave an ultra-low score of 3 points!

This is the lowest score given to the coach by "All Market" this season.

They criticized mercilessly: "Conte paid the price for his conservative and ignorant comeback. He underestimated the opponent's resistance and overestimated the combat effectiveness of the substitute lineup. At the same time, he gave Ye Chen 4 minutes of playing time instead of Giving Ye Chen a chance is rather an insult to the team's top scorer, and it is also a disrespect to Inter Milan's entire Serie A season and the team's hard work!"

……

On Tuesday, the apartment in the San Siro area was raining at night.

Late night, 2:29 am.

There was no one in the community, and the residents were sleeping soundly in the heavy rain.

"Woo-woo-"

Four cars followed Ye Chen downstairs within a few minutes.

Four men dressed in black and wearing black masks got out of the car.

"The top floor of Building C, 601, let's go upstairs."

The leader, a tall man, whispered something to the people behind him, and everyone went upstairs.

Ye Chen was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of Pu'er tea.

Varela was a little anxious and kept looking at his watch.

"Ye Chen, it's already 02:30, why haven't they come yet?"

"Isn't it regrettable?"

Ye Chen took a sip of the teacup and put it down slowly.

"Come back, don't worry, I'm sure."

Ding Dong!

A doorbell rang.

Ye Chen and Barrera got up almost at the same time.

When the door was opened, four men in black came in one file at a time. A breath of damp rain hit the ground, and a large area was wet.

When they took off the masks, the faces of the four Inter players appeared.

They are:

Inter Milan captain, goalkeeper Handanovic.

The backbone of the defense, Skriniar.

Midfield commander, Brozovic.

The team is worth the most, striker Lukaku.

Including Ye Chen and Barrera at home, there are a total of six Inter Milan players.

"Everyone is here, let's sit down!"

Ye Chen smiled and greeted his teammates to take their seats.

On the coffee table, there are six cups of Pu-erh tea, steaming from the mouth of the cups.

Six people are seated.

These six people are the six most important people in the Inter Milan team, and they are also the six big shots in the locker room.

We gathered at Ye Chen's house late at night to discuss a major matter!

Ye Chen looked into Handa's eyes and said solemnly:

"Captain, did you talk to Conte this morning, what was his reaction?"

Handa sneered and raised his legs.

"Conte still insists on himself, the league is late, the Champions League is the priority, defense is the first, and the counterattack is the main focus."

"But he still doesn't understand that he has no chance to fight Bayern with his way of doing things. We can't accompany him to die!"

In the huge living room, the curtains were tightly drawn.

The lights are very bright.

Everyone's expressions are clearly visible.

Ye Chen nodded.

He sat on the c seat of the semi-circular buckskin sofa and looked around.

"I want to hear other people's opinions. Some things, once done, there is no going back."

"You are all big men in the locker room, some have played for the team for many years, some are the most valuable in the team, there are also the backbone of Italy, and I—the six of us represent the locker room of Inter Milan. Opinion."

Varela suddenly slapped the coffee table hard, and the tea in the cup splashed out!

"Captain, I have already said that it is useless for you to talk to Conte. This old guy has already solidified his mind. He is full of dog, rely on dog, dog a Champions League, for his career credit book, Add a Champions League honor that has never been seen!"

Varela angrily took out his mobile phone and lit up a photo of a child dressed as an Inter Milan player.

"I have been an Inter Milan fan since I was 6 years old, and my whole family is an Inter Milan fan! I grew up watching Inter Milan's ball. I can tell you in charge that Conte is from Juventus. He looks down on Inter Milan and us Inter Milan. He thinks that Inter Milan should shrink back and fight back!"

"But it's not blue-black DNA! Absolutely not!"

"As Ye Chen said before, we need courage, we need to move forward, we need to take the initiative to attack, this is the spirit of Inter Milan!"

Brozovic looked stern and said in his Italian with an Eastern European accent:

"I agree with the captain and Barrera. Conte not only missed us, but also missed Inter Milan!"

Shi Ke looked very depressed.

He put his hands on the knees of his long legs, buried his head deeply, and spoke in a painful tone:

"I am a central defender. I have never played such a suffocating game in Inter Milan for five years. For several consecutive games, I am fed up with being bombarded by opponents in the penalty area. Sometimes I want to hit someone. , Is football played like this? Can Inter Milan play like this!"

Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder.

He looked at Lukaku.

"Lukaku, as the team's most valuable season new aid, what's your opinion?"

Lukaku smiled and gave Ye Chen a thumbs up.

"Ye Chen, I'll listen to you, I'll do what you tell me to do!"

Seeing that everyone's opinions were unified, Ye Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

He motioned for everyone to bring their heads together.

"Tomorrow morning, we will miss training collectively, and then..."

Outside the window, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The rain slapped against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, making a pattering sound.

In the tall oak forest, the branches and leaves leaned sharply to the south, almost breaking down in the middle.

The wind howled and ravaged Milan.

It was a restless night.

A bigger outbreak will happen tomorrow!