Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

AC Milan center Ibrahimovic, who was injured in the first half, did not leave the field to go to the hospital.

He insisted on staying on the sidelines, watching the Milan derby.

In the words of him and the team doctor, "I am the spiritual pillar of Milan. I can't leave. If I leave, the kids on the field will be in chaos!"

result.

Ibrahimovic dragged his useless leg, watched 0-2 on the scoreboard, and it jumped once every ten minutes or so.

Accidentally, I jumped to 0 to 6!

Ibrahimovic was dumbfounded.

He anxiously asked his teammate Biglia: "What is the record for the biggest difference in the Milan Derby? We won't make history..."

Biglia shook his head solemnly,

"No! We didn't make history!"

"If I remember correctly, the biggest difference in the Milan derby occurred in the 2000/01 season, when we beat Inter Milan 6-0."

"Today was just tying the record, we didn't set a record!"

When Ibrahimovic heard it, his face changed instantly!

He picked up the water bottle beside him, hit Biglia's head hard, and turned on the repeater mode:

“6比0还不够是吧，6比0还不够是吧，6比0还不够是吧，6比0还不够是吧，6比0还不够是吧，6比0还不够是吧……”

At this time, the diehard fans of Milan in the North Stand have already begun to leave the field.

In just one or two minutes, half of the fans got up from their seats, and the exit corridor was once congested.

A bearded Milan fan stomped on the fence and wrote【Our AC Milan is invincible! 】Red banner, crying loudly, with snot and tears all over his face:

"Wow wow wow~ It's too miserable, wow wow, it's too miserable for us!"

A little fat man wearing a children's Milan jersey and highly myopic glasses, saw his father get up, and jumped after him, yelling:

"Let's go, let's go, go to the store to buy a mobile phone!"

Dad didn't even look back, and yelled at him:

"Buy a shitty phone, no phone!"

The little fat man was taken aback for a moment, then he took a stride and grabbed his father's trouser leg.

"Don't leave, words don't count! Didn't you say, after watching this game, go to the nearby Apple store and buy me an iPhone 11pro! I want a mobile phone!"

"It's too expensive, don't buy it!"

On such a sunny afternoon with a warm summer breeze, Qingyan witnessed the home team being beaten by 6 goals, tying the biggest point difference between the two teams in history. !

The fat son rolled his eyes, "Dad, if iPhone 11 promax is too expensive, iPhone 11 is also fine, you promised me, it doesn't count if you can't talk!"

"I don't count, what's the matter, what do you want, hurry up and go home with me!" Dad turned and left.

The fat son was in a hurry, and he punched his father's leg with a fat fist, his face flushed and he shouted:

"If you don't buy me an iphone11promax, I'll tell my mom about your secret date with Aunt Selena next door last week to watch the ball!"

This time the fat man yelled loudly, causing all the exiting people around to stop and look at them.

"I*#@￥...￥!"

His father almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

The fat son was cunning and proud, with a smile on his face, "Dad, my dear dad, go quickly, I will help you keep a secret, you can buy me promax, okay!"

"Go, your son has caught you!" A passing fan sneered.

"Good guy, buddy, you can do it, it's interesting." A passing fan gave him a thumbs up.

"Your son will become a great talent in the future, you are blessed, brother." A fan passed by and patted him on the shoulder.

His father's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After experiencing a disastrous defeat, my mood fell to the bottom.

You son of a bitch still dare to use Aunt Selena to threaten your father?

is that a date

That's obviously for female friends to go to the stadium to popularize football knowledge, okay?

"Son, I have a max in my hand." The father squatted down, changed his tone, and looked at his son with a smile, "Do you want it?"

When the fat son heard the word max, his eyes lit up immediately, but he didn't notice the cold light in his father's eyes at all.

"Okay, where is it, give it to me quickly! I promise not to say that when you are dating Aunt Sarina, I promise that mom won't know!"

The corner of the father's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to his son's face with a fake smile, took off the glasses on his fleshy face, and put them in his pocket.

Then pull down the sleeve slightly, revealing the big [m] symbol on the wrist.

This is a tattoo he got on his wrist a few years ago to show his identity as a Milan fan.

The little fat man was taken aback, "Dad, where's the phone?"

"Your size mobile phone, let's talk about Aunt Sarina, I'm going to fly to the sky!"

Snapped!

A big mouth!

Snapped!

Another big mouth!

clap clap clap!

Output three big mouths in a row!

……

off the field.

Some Milan fans who left the field early gathered outside the field in twos and threes, cursing the home team.

They scolded the entire AC Milan team!

"Trash Pioli, I just said, he is not qualified to lead Milan, he is a waste!"

"Trash? Just Pioli? The whole team is trash today!"

"Especially Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who even fought against Lukaku when he was too old. Now it's all right, it's gone in the first half, we have nothing to play!"

"God, why do I want to come to the stadium to watch the game on such a bright afternoon, I am so overwhelmed!"

"Just like this, you still want to compete with Inter Milan for the Serie A championship? Daydreaming!"

A reporter from AC Milan's official media deliberately avoided the emotional fans and hid in a corner.

The reporter had already prepared a post-match press release in advance, and the title was all thought out, so it was called:

[Although Inter Milan wins and hides hidden dangers, Milan still sees the light of day]

He will also add a video, which is the speeches of fans who still support the team and never give up in adversity, to enrich his official article.

He searched the crowd for a while, and found three gentle-looking and calm fans.

The reporter saw the right moment and rushed up to stop them.

"Hello, I am the official media reporter of AC Milan, and I invite you to be interviewed."

"You said."

Among the three, the oldest white-haired old fan pushed down his sunglasses on his forehead, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the reporter.

The reporter did not ask questions first, but started his opening remarks before the camera.

"About this Milan derby, unfortunately, we suffered a heavy blow this afternoon and lost to our city rival Inter Milan. This really disappointed everyone. We haven't experienced such a big defeat for a long time!"

"Unfortunately, we did not achieve a result that everyone was satisfied with. However, at the game site, there was such a group of lovely fans. When the team lost, they were not discouraged or complained, but always stood with Milan , wearing a dazzling red and black sword-striped shirt, cheering for the fans, jumping for joy, waving the flag and shouting, accompanied by the strong Milan, and persisted until the last second!"

Here the reporter played a clever trick, saying that the three fans who came out early were not coming out until the end of the game.

After the reporter finished speaking, he handed the microphone to the young man on the left of the old fan.

"Young man, how many years have you supported Milan? In your mind, we..."

"Is Milan sorry for us, Japan you m, refund the money!"

The young man shouted loudly, raised his arm high, and punched him.

"So many people bought tickets, are you sorry for us, are you sorry for us, refund the money!!!"

The reporter was stunned, embarrassed, and rushed to the rescue.

"Uh, um, the fans at the scene were very emotional, and the feelings in our hearts were also mixed, but we must remember that there are only 33 rounds of Serie A, and there are still 5 rounds to end. Ranked second in the league, there is still hope for the championship!"

Then he handed the microphone to another young fan on the right, hoping that his words would lead him to support the team.

"I've already lost, it's over, I'm so disappointed!"

The young man poked the reporter's microphone with his finger and repeated loudly again,

"It's over, the Serie A champion is long gone!"

Reporters and photographers looked at each other.

He scratched his head, looked at the white-haired old man in the middle of his eyes, with kind eyes, looking at himself with a loving smile.

The reporter looked at him, pinning their hopes on this kind old man.

"However, there are still five games left, and anything can happen. It's not like Inter Milan has never lost the chain. With five games left, will you continue to support Milan on the spot?"

The old man took a deep breath and pointed five fingers at the reporter:

"Can Milan win all the remaining five games?"

"I can't win!"

"It's very blue!"