Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Until the whistle sounded at the end of the first half, Bayern's players did not slow down.

Lewandowski walked off the field and shouted in Koeman's direction:

"What's wrong with you, you can't get past others, you can't pass the ball accurately, are you French so bad!"

Coman frowned slightly, with a dejected expression on his face.

He scratched hard on the Meazza's grass with his shoe spikes, revealing a deep dirt scratch, as if he wanted to use this method to release his pressure.

Can this be my fault?

It's really difficult to pass others. A fullback and a central defender help defend me.

Pass the ball can blame me?

I've clearly passed everything in place, Lewand, you can't compete with Shike and Devlai by yourself!

But Koeman didn't dare to contradict the superstar Lewandowski, so he could only walk down the court with his head sullen.

Thomas Muller glared at Lewand, ran to Koman's side, patted the little brother on the shoulder and said:

"Don't pay attention to the Pole, you give me the ball more, I will help you organize in the middle."

"But, Lewandowski reached out and asked me for the ball..." Koeman hesitated a little.

Muller sneered, and spit at Lewandowski's back, "Bah! Bayern is a German club, not Lewandowski's club alone!"

……

"Ye Chen, where are you going!"

Ye Chen was walking into the locker room when he was suddenly stopped by a person.

Inter Milan general manager Marotta!

Ye Chen was taken aback, Marotta wasn't drinking red wine and watching the ball in the box in the stands, why did he come down to the stadium?

"So, what can I do for you?"

"It's okay, I'll delay you for a minute," Marotta shouted to a group of girls on the sidelines, "Come on, hurry up and take a photo, he's going back to the locker room!"

Ye Chen saw that more than 20 girls wearing Inter Milan jerseys were staring at him with admiration!

Those big eyes are almost shining!

"Who are they?" Ye Chen asked Marotta.

"Oh, for the Inter women's football team, the women's football league ended early, and the girls represented Inter Milan to win the championship. During the intermission, the management decided to hold a ceremony for the women's football girls to show their league championship trophy in front of the home fans." Ma Lota replied with a smile.

Ye Chen looked at this group of girls curiously, only to find that they were somewhat different from ordinary girls in appearance.

The hair is either ear-length short hair, or a high ponytail with a blue headband, and the hairstyles are very energetic.

Most of them are white, but on the white skin, there are some traces of wind and sun, which look red and dull.

Although they were wearing Inter Milan's women's football jerseys, they still couldn't hide their strong figures. They all looked big and round, and some of them were even taller than Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was taken aback, and thought: "What a tiger girl, they look like... they are very good at fighting!"

"Ye Chen! It's Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen, you performed so well in the first half, you are my idol!"

"That shot is so handsome, your strength is awesome!"

"Wow, I finally saw the real person up close, what a handsome oriental face!"

"His eyebrows are so thick, they look the same as my younger brother!"

"Sisters, hurry up and take a photo with Ye Chen!"

The girls flocked to surround Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's chest, back, left and right arms were all pressed against the warm and firm bodies of the athletes.

Ka Ka Ka sounded from the mobile phone, taking selfies constantly, and even the stadium photographer Fu ran over with a high-definition camera to help the women's football girls take pictures.

"Come one by one, don't squeeze me!" Ye Chen was speechless.

He was crowded around by the women's football girls, surrounded by stars like a moon.

Marotta put his hands behind his back, looked like hehe, with a kind smile of a 60-year-old man on his face.

"Ye Chen, smile, hurry up, 1 minute will pass quickly!"

It was finally over, and Ye Chen was about to hurry to the locker room.

During the short 15-minute intermission, he had to go to the toilet and listen to the head coach's tactical arrangements. Marotta, what kind of women's football are you doing to take pictures with me at this time, it's just nonsense!

Ye Chen walked to the door of the players' tunnel and was stopped by a women's football girl behind him.

"Hi Ye Chen! My name is Inter Milan women's football player Julia, can, can I have a word with you?"

Ye Chen turned around and saw a beautiful female football player,

Blonde hair hanging down, slightly curled at the ends.

The skin on the face is firm, the shoulders are straight, and under the tightened lower abdomen, there are pairs of long legs with obvious signs of sports training. The slightly prominent muscle lines further reflect the slenderness of the legs.

She also put on light makeup and eyeliner. Her deep blue eyes were as blue as the sea in the Mediterranean Sea.

Looking closely, there is a hint of feminine charm in the youthful vigor.

"Huh? You are also from the Inter Milan women's football team. Why didn't I see you just now?" Ye Chen asked her.

Julia smiled slightly, showing a set of neat white teeth, "I'm here, there are so many people, it's normal that you didn't pay attention to me."

She was a little nervous, biting her lip with her upper teeth, "After the game, can I have your off-field jersey, I really like how you look on the court, so I want your jersey."

Ye Chen smiled. It turns out that there are such good-looking athletes in the Inter Women's Football Team.

"Okay, no problem, but I'm sorry, I don't have time to chat with you now, after the game is over, you can come directly to find me in the locker room."

"Great, thank you, Ye Chen!" Julia was so excited that she even jumped a little on the spot.

Ye Chen and Julia shook hands and hurriedly parted.

"Ye Chen, Green can't find you anywhere, so you are chatting with beauties here!"

Varela appeared anxiously in the corridor, saw Ye Chen, and waved to him quickly.

Ye Chen frowned and said helplessly:

"Marotta has a brain problem. He insisted on taking a photo with the Inter Milan women's football team, and didn't even check what time it was. Let's go back to the locker room!"

In the locker room, Green didn't make a long speech, but just made a brief comment.

The basic idea is still that this game is mainly about offense, with Ye Chen playing on the right and Eriksson's Lukaku in the middle.

"Ye Chen, just shoot when you need to. In the first half, your long-range shot was so good, keep shooting like this!"

"Eriksen and Lukaku, listen carefully, focus on bullying Alaba, wherever Alaba is, Lukaku will follow, Eriksen will pass the ball there, and bully him hard, understand Yet?"

Lukaku was amused, and smiled at Eriksson.

"Coach Green, what you mean is that Alaba is a forward and I am a defender. I will stick to him and follow his position. Is that what you mean?"

Green was also amused, pointing his index finger at Lukaku constantly.

"You really know how to compare!"

"That's right, that's what it means. If your physical condition can crush him, don't let him run away. As long as he plays as a central defender on the field, you must beat him to death. You must break him down and destroy him." Bayern's defense!"

"Being behind by two goals, Bayern will definitely attack fiercely in the second half, and we will not accept it. Let's attack them and see who has more firepower!"